I am practicing in the Nianghua Warring States Period

Now she is kneeling beside him obediently.

His second-generation disciple is the even more famous Yagyu Muneaki.

He was kneeling obediently beside Kamiizumi Nobutsuna.

The old man smiled at Beidou Xinwei—his biggest fear was that, as a young man, Beidou Xinwei would inevitably be full of youthful energy. He wondered if so many of his fellow swordsmen hadn't gathered together, or if he'd gotten impatient and captured them all. He wasn't Ouyang Feng, boasting, "Even a million troops couldn't contain me." He'd vomit if he drank too much, and it hurt if he was beaten. Even the swordsmen on Earth couldn't match him 1:100.

Beidou Xinwei can.

Of course, there was also the possibility that he and his group would be turned away. Even worse, the young and energetic might look down on an old man like him, and then... that would break the rules of mutual flattery in the underworld, which would be very difficult to deal with.

It seems quite good now, a reputation that is truly undeserved. As expected, he was the young man who single-handedly helped the Oda clan unify the country. His mind was indeed extraordinary—they could even brag about each other in business.

"I've recently heard that there's a peerless swordsman in Owari," Tsukahara Bokuden began, praising Beidou Xinwei. "He's mastered the true teachings of the Ming Dynasty and is a match for thousands of men. I admire him immensely, yet I'm greedy. I'd like to share the true essence of my own swordsmanship with you and teach you a few things about the Ming Dynasty swordsmanship. Your Highness, would you be willing to accept my offer?"

There were many swordsman lords, and Kyoto had a swordsman general, Ashikaga Yoshiteru, who was almost sidelined. The protagonist of the "Eiroku Rebellion" in the future - unfortunately, he was the "protagonist".

Kitabatake Gukyo of Ise is a truly powerful daimyo swordsman - the one with the best talent, even better than Kamiizumi Nobutsuna. Tsukahara Bokuden's true disciple is him, Kitabatake Gukyo.

"Tsukahara-sama, you're too kind." Beidou Xinwei nodded and said, "I've also vaguely heard some rumors from others about my swordsmanship. Most of them are just gossip from the common people. Although I have tried to stop them,... this is a matter of livelihood for some people. My reputation is important, but so are their jobs. Between the two evils, I can only ask them to try not to spread rumors. But I can only control the area within my Owari domain."

I've heard rumors about me from afar, but I'm too lazy to bother with them to the outsiders. But for my fellow kendo practitioners, I still want to explain a few things."

Beidou Xinwei's attitude was actually quite good, and all the swordsmen present were quite satisfied with Beidou Xinwei's business promotion.

But the following words made everyone present feel that the other party was also a bully.

"As for Master Tsukahara's secret techniques, I'm probably too foolish to learn them." Beidou Xinwei wasn't being modest. If he were asked to learn a skill, he certainly wouldn't be able to grasp it. "But I'm not one to be clingy. I'll explain the true nature of our sect here, to separate the dross and preserve the essence."

Beidou Xinwei started boasting, just like Kenshin had done before, but this time he wanted to fool people in the industry, so he added some extra nonsense.

"A heavy sword has no edge, great skill lacks refinement..."

"Fallen leaves and flying flowers can all be made into swords..."

“No move is better than a move.”

"I only know some fragments of the Nine Yin Manual and the Dugu Nine Swords. I don't understand them myself, so I'm reciting them to you. If you understand them, use them for yourselves. If someone else can comprehend them, wouldn't that be even better?" Because the words of a novelist were useless, Beidou Xinwei didn't hesitate: "The Way of Heaven is to reduce the excess and replenish the deficiency..."

Beidou Xinwei was reciting the text, speaking it in Chinese and translating it in Japanese. His former teacher's fervor for teaching suddenly returned, and he kept the class going, fearing they wouldn't understand. "Okay, did you adults not understand? That's okay, I can write it down and give it to you..."

"How dare I, how dare I." Tsukahara Bokuden himself listened intoxicated, because he had also entered a superstitious state.

The state of complete belief in a daze.

For example, after decades of programming, programmers in this scientific field have become extremely superstitious. Those who believe in the God of All Machines have already gone to worship Omnissiah.

Chapter 157 Sword Saint Sword?

As for Tsukahara Bokuden, in this era and profession, it was natural that he had long since embraced superstition. As his physical fitness declined, he began to devote himself to metaphysics. The profound and profound things that Beidou Xinwei talked about really opened up a new world for him. Especially when Beidou Xinwei said he wanted to write all of this down and give it to him, Tsukahara Bokuden finally understood what this meant.

This is considered stealing! This is so bad!

"I am old but still alive, how dare I peek into the true teachings of Your Highness..." Tsukahara Bokuden quickly spoke politely.

"It doesn't matter whether we peek or not. In fact, there are very few people who can learn this subject. Those who can really learn it will learn it after reading it once. Those who can't learn it... well, I hope they can understand a little bit." Beidou Xinwei clapped his hands.

The swordsmen present were all shocked. Were they going to be attacked by five hundred swordsmen, each with an axe, and killed? Even if they were as skilled in swordsmanship as gods, they wouldn't be able to stop them, right?

Fortunately, what greeted them were not stones and bayonets, but flowers and smiles.

At the side, a red-haired girl in samurai clothes opened the sliding door and knelt down to come in.

"Hayi, Master, you called me." Kenshin had been waiting on the side for a long time, and to be honest, he was very anxious.

This foolish master of his had actually revealed all of his sect's unique skills. So when he opened the sliding door, his eyes revealed the fierceness of a housekeeper.

Everyone looks like a thief.

"Come, let me introduce you all. This is Himura Kenshin, my direct disciple. The heir of the Feitian Yujian-ryu school... perhaps the last disciple? It's so rare to find a disciple with her talent. And the most important thing in our school's mental method is talent—" After a while of talking nonsense, Beidou Xinwei said, "Come, Kenshin—please prepare our usual dojo."

"Master?"

"If I personally take action... well, it's not impossible." Beidou Xinwei made an inviting gesture and said, "However, after you see my disciple Jianxin's practice, if you are willing, you can have a brief sparring match with my disciple. It will also be of great benefit to my beloved disciple Jianxin. Please feel free to give me some advice."

Beidou Xinwei stood up first, made a gesture of invitation, bowed lightly, and then left without looking back.

At this time, the courtesy had to be continued. A group of swordsmen followed Beidou Xinwei to the dojo - the place was not very big, but it could easily accommodate thirty or forty people.

"Master... do you really want me to demonstrate everything?" It was obvious that the young apprentice was not very happy.

"Hey, just demonstrate it. I fully recognize the skills of my apprentice Kenshin." Beidou Xinwei almost begged his apprentice in front of everyone.

This looked new and new to the ordinary master-disciple relationships present, and they looked in disbelief.

"...Alright." Himura Kenshin finally nodded helplessly, stood up, and bowed with the others. "Our sect truly values ​​talent. When my master was teaching me our sect's techniques, he simply gave me a book to read. He also taught me all our moves by simply holding me in his arms and practicing them once, and I learned them all."

...Hold you and practice again?

"After that, I studied most of our sect's unique skills day after day. Suddenly one day I had an epiphany and mastered this move." The main thing is to learn skills through the system's experience points.

Once you've accumulated enough knowledge to reach 100%, you'll instantly master it. Before that, you're stuck at 99%, and you still can't do what you shouldn't.

"I'll demonstrate a few moves..."

"Try to slow down as much as possible." Beidou Xinwei did not forget to say.

“…Tsk.” Kenshin Himura was angry, but all the swordsmen present could understand.

According to legend.

Tsukahara Bokuden's only direct disciple was Kitabatake Gukyou, to whom he passed on the unique art of the Ichi-no-dachi. None of his three biological sons were given this privilege. The only one with talent was named Hikoshiro (though he was the third child, so the name was mainly a deception, a way to trick the enemy). Tsukahara Hikoshiro went to Kitabatake Gukyou's house and tried to trick him. Kitabatake Gukyou carefully demonstrated the art of the Ichi-no-dachi, and Tsukahara Hikoshiro began to learn the basics. While he didn't fully grasp it, he did learn the basics.

And even this is stealing among stealing in China, not to mention in Japan.

"Wait a minute." Tsukahara Bokuden was a kind man.

The rules of the road cannot be broken!

He immediately stopped Kenshin's martial arts performance and bowed slightly to Kenshin, who was still a little girl.

Kenshin felt that this old man was actually quite kind.

"If you need a sparring match..." Tsukahara Bokuden looked at his disciple...and his second-generation disciple.

He pointed to a relatively young man who looked to be in his thirties - Yagyu Muneaki: "This is Yagyu Muneaki, the swordsman of the Yagyu family. He is the disciple of my disciple Kamiizumi Nobutsuna - how about letting him compete with Master Kenshin?"

"Alright... well. My disciple's demonstration might not be accurate, so I'll do it myself later." He could only pretend to be tough. Beidou Xinwei said to Kenshin, "Remember to hold back and stop when you're ready. Lord Yagyu is renowned throughout the world and would certainly not want to harm you. This fight will surely benefit you for the rest of your life! - Go ahead."

"Yes."

The two men took up wooden swords, and Kamiizumi Nobunaga was full of confidence. To be honest, he didn't think much of Kenshin.

Beidou Xinwei was a rather intimidating figure. Standing 1.85 meters tall, he was over 30 centimeters taller than the average adult male present. This height would have been quite intimidating anywhere in Japan—Kenshin-chan wasn't quite up to par, at 1.6 meters (he'd recently been drinking Beidou Xinwei's thick milk, which was a real boost) with a petite figure and a delicate, girlish face that made him look incredibly easy to bully.

"Please enlighten me."

"Please enlighten me."

However, when Kenshin picked up the sword.

Kamiizumi Nobunaga was a little confused.

Kenshin's "stance" was truly... too strong! In the blink of an eye, as both sides tested each other, they went through two different stances—just two.

The movement of the feet, every step taken, is accurate to the millimeter, steady and powerful!

The sword-holding movement was even more exaggerated, the stance seemed unbreakable, switching instantly without moving an inch! — How did you do that?

They performed the two-person trick for a long time.

Finally, Ueizumi Nobutsuna struck first! One strike was enough to kill! Two strikes were enough to kill! Three strikes...

"Dragon Soaring Flash!——"

That's right!

The moves have to be shouted out loud to look chuunibyou… no, cool! (The entire live-action version of Rurouni Kenshin is actually pretty good, even very good. It's all about shouting out the move names while performing them in the three-dimensional world…)

In an instant, Yagyu Muneaki's chin was hit by the hilt of the sword, and he staggered and fell down.

It was amazing—because no one could see what was happening in the middle.

After all, it is a system-derived move, and I guess even Kenshin himself doesn't know what happened.

Chapter 158: Get out of the way, it’s my turn to show off!

"Stop! The winner has been decided." Beidou Xinwei called for a stop directly. Fortunately, Kenshin did not continue to pursue.

Beidou Xinwei saw Kenshin's efforts. Compared with his master, who was a master who was only willing to help others to get what he wanted, to put it nicely, or just a master who was only interested in showing off his skills to others, to put it bluntly.

Kenshin really gets up before dawn every day, even earlier than the chickens; when her master, mistress, and mistress are all asleep, she is still venting her accumulated anger in the yard and goes to bed later than Ji.

Although the name Kenshin sounds childish, it is a virtue that matches the position when applied to someone like him. However, even so, the other swordsmen present may not be less hardworking than her, and may have more than ten years or even dozens of years of experience than her. It can only be said that in the face of equal efforts, the importance of God's granary feeding your mouth is more important.

"Shinzaemon! Shinzaemon!"

Kamiizumi Nobunaga hurried forward to check on his beloved disciple. What was going on?

The first two sword strikes were quite normal, so how come the third strike was immediately successful? And this kind of probing is usually just a courtesy.

It's similar to Chinese table tennis, where you at least give up a point, and not shaving your head is a traditional virtue. It's crude, but decent enough.

"Ugh..." He was hit on the chin. The only difference between this and death in actual combat is that this is not actual combat.

Yagyu Munenori was also wondering what had happened just now, when a sword flashed directly in front of his face.

"Thank you for your advice." Kenshin continued to bow respectfully, saying what Beidou Xinwei asked her to say: "It's a lucky win, thank you for the concession."

Yagyu Munenori quickly got up, not wanting to lose all his face.

"I admit defeat, thank you for showing mercy."

"I am Memaru Nagae." Kyushu swordsman Memaru Nagae requests to join the battle! I have left the warehouse, please rest assured, my people, I feel good! "Master Kenshin, please be kind to me."

This time his tone was much more sincere.

"Please." Kenshin seemed to be getting arrogant.

That's it?

At first, I thought a bunch of swordsmen were coming, so I could just participate in a friendly match. I didn't expect that swordsmen were just like this. The Yagyu family has been practicing swordsmanship for generations, but in the end, I'm just a swordsman.

"Kenshin! Lord Yagyu gave you a lesson." Beidou Xinwei directly scolded him, saying, "Lord Memaru is also giving you some advice. Don't be impatient! Take the advice from others seriously!"

Memaru Nagae's old face turned red.

What kind of advice? What kind of suggestions? Even if I give it my all, whether I can win is still a question. But if I give you enough face, it will be easier for everyone to find a way out.

"Yes." Kenshin was very respectful to Beidou Xinwei, and then he made a sword-drawing gesture - this was a show of confidence.

The subsequent battles were nothing special. Memaru Nagae, Hikita Kagekane, and Hozoin Tsuyoshi took turns fighting. There was a break during which everyone discussed martial arts experiences. Hokuto Nobuo's boasting was unstoppable, infuriating the opposing team.

Because Kenshin's swordsmanship is indeed not like that of this world - he is worthy of being a high-level swordsman, his swordsmanship is really accurate.

These are all from the Tsukahara Bokuden line, and the ones around them are not senior enough. But Yoshioka Kenpo, who belongs to a different faction, is from the Yoshioka faction. This time, I asked for leave from the general and came to Owari to visit and challenge him.

There's no intention of challenging the masters anymore, now it's purely academic exchange. And the likes of Ito Yagoro, the swordsman with no school or sect but only a reputation—

They were all easily defeated by Kenshin, and he had already given up a small point, so the rest of the time they were basically KOs.

This is very unreasonable. Beidou Xinwei believes that he may not be able to KO with one move. Most of the time on the battlefield, he just cuts the opponent's 1/1 body with a knife, and wins by exchanging blood for blood. What's more, the opponent cannot break his defense in most cases.

"Okay, step back." Beidou Xinwei saw that it was time for Izumi Nobutsuna and Tsukahara Bokuden to take action personally.

You can't let your own disciples go into battle again, right?

Look at that old man Tsukahara Bokuden, his hands are clenched, and Kamiizumi Nobutsuna next to him is sweating coldly - he looks like his sign is about to be smashed.

"My apprentice has competed many times today and may be tired." Beidou Xinwei looked at Kenshin, who was barely sweating, and signaled the latter to retreat.

The girl was too young. After seeing the opportunity, she seemed to be tempted and did not intend to give up this good opportunity for actual combat and fame.

Beidou Xinwei saw a serious underestimation of the enemy in the girl's eyes. This feeling was like "working behind closed doors, then going out to catch up"! It was like a master who had practiced martial arts for eight hundred years, and then went out to find that the opponent could be defeated with a single move of Black Tiger Heart Ripping. It was too easy.

Huang Shang felt much the same way now, except that he had seen all his enemies wiped out. Meanwhile, the young girl, Jian Xin, discovered her invincibility during adolescence.

"Don't underestimate the heroes of the world!" Beidou Xinwei hit the other person on the head, then pressed his shoulders and scolded: "Quickly calm down! - No matter how strong you are, there are so many ways in the world to kill you! Be good, be obedient! Go down and rest first, hey, be good, be obedient. I will cook for you tonight and make you a delicious meal!"

Too floaty.

Beidou Xinwei has seen such children before.

It's like being a teacher and you haven't figured out a math problem yet, but the students below you have already finished. Holding the correct answer, you look at your "teacher" with disdain - at this point, you are no longer a teacher, you are a shameless colored pen that receives a salary that is not yours.