C388 Sick Man

This was the first time Muto Ichiro had heard someone say this. After so many years, he had worked very hard. Although he had never wavered, the road of love was just too difficult for him.

His feelings were not accepted by the world. He was like a wandering soul wandering in the Three Realms. Although he was immortal, it was difficult for him to transcend.

Everyone in the Wuteng Family didn't agree with this. They felt that Muto Ichiro had lost the face of their family. This caused Muto Hidetoshi to hate the Divine Sect even more, thinking that they had bewitched his eldest son.

Everyone had the right to pursue, but regarding this kind of relationship, no one could rashly determine whether it was right or wrong. There was no right or wrong in this world. The ones who judged right and wrong were only those who had passed through the secular world.

Duan Tianya and Little Zhuge left the Great Ling Temple. Muto Ichiro was still on the roof, guarding his token.

As they walked down the Japanese street, the street was very narrow. The shops on both sides of the street were not as noisy as the market in the Central Plains. The wine here was also too monotonous. After drinking a pot of wine, they only felt a bit of spiciness, but did not feel the fragrance of the wine.

They arrived at a workshop selling rouge and cosmetic powder. Little Zhuge walked forward and discovered that there were some accessories on the heads of women here. He pointed at a jade hairpin and asked, "How much silver is this?"

The shop owner ignored him. Little Zhuge tried to ask again, but he was ignored.

Little Zhuge shook his head helplessly and said with a bitter smile: "I am really stupid. "

Duan Tianya also smiled and said, "Not everyone here can understand what we are saying. "

Little Zhuge said, "When I asked the first question, I did not notice. "

Duan Tianya said, "Should we find a guide?"

Little Zhuge said, "I think Huizi is very suitable. "

Duan Tianya said, "That is what you think. "

Little Zhuge asked back, "Don't you think so?"

Duan Tianya said. "It just so happens to be the same. " After saying that, the two of them couldn't help but laugh out loud.

On the way back, sounds of debauchery could be heard coming from the house beside them. Little Zhuge was very curious. He turned around and wanted to walk in, but he didn't know where it was. If it was a music shop that relied on this as a livelihood, it would be fine. If it was just a few songs that a person casually played, it would be fine. If he offended someone, wouldn't that be too rude?

Little Zhuge could only stand outside the door and listen to the music. Duan Tianya did not know much about music, but since his friends did not leave, he could only accompany him outside to enjoy the music and feel the cold wind.

"Do you know what kind of music you are playing?"

Duan Tianya shook his head and said, "I don't know. "

"Then do you know what kind of musical instrument it is?"

Duan Tianya thought for a while and said, "It is an ancient zither. "

Little Zhuge smiled and nodded. "Yes!" Then he said, "This song is called Yi Ren Fu. It tells endless sorrow. "

Duan Tianya asked, "Do you like it?"

Little Zhuge did not hide it at all. "Of course!"

Duan Tianya said, "Then what are we waiting for?" After saying that, he pulled Little Zhuge and walked in.

This room was very spacious and cold. Apart from a few flickering flames on the braziers on both sides, the other places did not seem to be angry at all.

The layout of the room was similar to that of the Jiangnan Court. Two gauze curtains hung diagonally on both sides of the wooden pillars, and a sword hung on the left side. The golden tassel of the sword hung straight down, and on the bookshelf were books from various generations of famous families.

At the corner, there was a long table made of pear wood. On top of it was a guqin, which was played by the person who played the strings. It was a man, and behind him stood a beautiful lady.

The man's face was pale, and his fingers were slender and slender. Suddenly, he stopped and started coughing non-stop. The woman behind him quickly took out a few pills and fed them to him.

When the man saw Duan Tianya and Little Zhuge's arrival, he sized them up and asked casually, "Are the two of you from the Central Plains?"

Both of them were stunned. Little Zhuge asked, "Are you from the Jiangnan?"

The man nodded and said, "That's right. Many years ago, I followed my father to Japan and stayed in the Autumn Daoist family. As the days and months passed, I became an advisor. "

Little Zhuge smiled and said, "Sick Childe of Jiangnan, it is widely known that you have died a violent death. I did not expect to see you in Japan today. "

Sick Childe had become famous a long time ago. Of course, Duan Tianya had heard of his name before. However, as time passed, the Jianghu had already forgotten about Sick Childe's name.

Sick Childe continued to cough. He picked up the teacup and drank a few mouthfuls of water. His breath was intermittent as he said, "There is actually someone who knows about me. "

"A Fish Thorn Sword, separated by Yin and Yang. Many people in the Jianghu should have heard this saying before. " After saying that, Little Zhuge went straight to the treasured sword hanging on the wooden pillar.

Sick Childe smiled bitterly and said, "You really know a lot. "

Little Zhuge pulled out the sword. The sword light was bright and dazzling, but he instantly kept the sword. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "Unfortunately, he is still the Sick Childe of the past, but the sword. . . It is no longer the Fish Thorn Sword. "

Sick Childe said softly, "To tell you the truth, more than ten years ago, my father was defeated by someone in West Lake. I relied on my martial arts skills to make a bet with that person. If I cannot defeat him within a hundred moves, I will never appear in the Jianghu. "

Little Zhuge asked, "The result?"

Sick Childe smiled bitterly and said, "That person defeated me in thirteen moves. " After saying that, he shook his head helplessly and continued coughing.

This was already somewhat ironic. It turned out that he thought that he could defeat others in a hundred moves. In the end, his opponent only used thirteen moves to defeat him. Such a blow, even the most arrogant person could not remain indifferent.

To someone like Sick Childe, he would never go back on his word. After that, he left home with his father and left Japan.

Duan Tianya asked curiously, "I wonder who has the ability to do so?"

Sick Childe's face twitched. He could not help but cough. He did not seem to want to think about it. After a long time, he slowly said, "Ghost Sword, Hu Liang, have you ever heard of it?"

Duan Tianya said, "I have heard of it. "

Sick Childe said quietly, "This is the first time in my life that I feel despair, a kind of despair that I will never be able to defeat my opponent. "

Duan Tianya said, "At that time, in the martial arts world, only the dual swords and the demon soul could be compared with it. "

Sick Childe coughed a few more times. He whispered a few words to the woman behind him, and then the woman took her leave.

Not long after, the girl served him some dishes and wine. Sick Childe smiled faintly and said. " The two of you, please!"

The taste of the wine was very strange. Duan Tianya drank a few mouthfuls and his brows suddenly relaxed. Sick Childe asked, "I have yet to ask for your names!"

Duan Tianya and Little Zhuge introduced themselves to each other. When Sick Childe heard this, he suddenly smiled and said: "So one is the resourceful Little Zhuge, and the other is the famous Duan Tianya in recent years. "