Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 98
America.

From the original land that was in urgent need of development to becoming synonymous with advanced and powerful, everything that happened on this land has not lasted more than two hundred years.

On the surface here, the original features have already been artificially brought about drastic changes.

The vast base built on the side of the mountain seems to be the most prominent symbol of these man-made images.

There are thousands of able-bodied Americans here, scattered in all directions, or coming in and out, there are armored vehicles patrolling back and forth, and there are flat and open airstrips.

On the grass on the side of the airstrip, an idle man with a grass stalk in his mouth, wearing a green shirt with many pockets, with a hat covering his face, lying idly.

Until a cautious young man came to disturb his leisure.

"General, this is a new message about an individual dangerous person that the communication room received 15 minutes ago."

"Oh? What level?"

"One of the 27 S-level targets, Yandu."

The man rolled over and sat up, the hat covering his face slipped down casually, revealing fluffy and thick hair like platinum, and blue eyes like jewels.

His age looks definitely not young, but such hair color and eyes seem to be shining, which will make people ignore the speculation about his real age and preconceived beliefs that he is definitely the most powerful in life age.

After receiving the document, he glanced over and read out a name: "Guan Luoyang?"

Their previous conversations were all done in English, but when they pronounced the name, they used Chinese, and the words were correct.

This American even has a Chinese name that has been used for 30 years - Situ Dianluo.

The things that can be recorded in a few documents can be browsed carefully in less than 10 minutes. The last page of the document is an aerial picture.

It was early in the morning, and the well-known East Kalimans and young Chinese were sitting at both ends of the courtyard.

"Yandu's initiative to challenge, personally take the initiative to clear the obstacles ahead of time, and this..."

Situ Dianluo flicked the data that had just been printed out, and the nails of the bionic manipulator were crystal clear and rosy, and there was a crisp symphony with the paper.

"Looking at this, they are planning to have a discussion before September [-]th. It's interesting."

"It's a rare vacation, and it's rare and interesting. If I don't get involved in this kind of thing, I will really turn into a log in this base."

He jumped up, picked up the hat on the grass with his toes, and flew it on the palm of his hand, "Call the Kaliman allies, I want to borrow their airport."

The young man hurriedly chased after him for a few steps. He was also a reformed soldier, but even if he chased with all his strength, he couldn't shorten the distance from the figure who seemed to be striding casually, so he could only shout.

"General, general, wait, do you want to report this matter to..."

"I'm on vacation, free to come and go."

A moment later, the plane piloted by Situ Dianluo whizzed up from the runway, climbed up at an extremely dangerous angle, and disappeared between the clouds.

………………

Fuso.

From a distance, under the magnificent and magnificent undead volcano, in the prosperous and simple lecture hall, [-] young people with mechanical limbs are here to learn ancient swordsmanship and conduct boring training.

The training here is not rigorous, but it is monotonous.

Day after day, year after year, repeating those old swordsmanship moves seems to be wasting the precious time of these reformed fighters, but no one complained.

All of them are qualified to study here after undergoing strict selection. From the moment they step here, they are immersed in glory and reverence.

Once, after only one arm was transformed, someone defeated thousands of fully armed self-defense players in the sea of ​​trees with the simple and superfluous ancient swordsmanship.

From that day on, no one dared to question whether the swordsmanship of this Kodokan had been abandoned by the times.

And the swordsman who accomplished that kind of feat did not learn from the ancestors in those ancient legends to fight the waves and cut the waterfalls.

It is said that he spends at least fourteen hours a day in the dry landscape in the backyard, thinking about the higher mysteries of swordsmanship.

There are rumors in the nearby countryside that even the invitation of ghosts and gods will be mercilessly rejected by the swordsman. Unless the undead volcano is enraged one day, otherwise, no one will be able to see him leave this place. Kodokan.

But today, when those disciples were maintaining their daily training, a feeling of shock and astonishment quickly spread from the stiff disciples in the last row.

All the people maintained awkward postures, holding bamboo knives in their hands, turned their heads, looked at the barefoot swordsman with messy hair, walked from the back to the front, and took the saber enshrined in front.

That was originally his sword.

Sanada Sengun's famous sword "Hyaku Tongue".

No disciple dared to discuss presumptuously in front of him, but after he completely walked out of the lecture hall, the voice of the discussion, like a swarm of disturbed bees, skyrocketed.

Everyone rushed to the door to catch up with the figure.

Until another senior who presided over the Kodokan came to explain to them.

"Sanada, he is going to sea to a country smaller than Fusang. A feast that is happening there has attracted his attention."

The senior with the scar on his face also had yearning in his eyes when he said this, but he still has more important responsibilities after all, and he is not such a strong person who can be willful.

The swordsman who was rumored to refuse the invitation of ghosts and gods, crossed the sea and went away just because of a few brief materials and photos.

………………

The Xinma port in September this year still hasn't passed the hottest tail.

There are many Chinese here, so there are naturally many people who do business. They value this and use the antique style to make money.

"Nian Jiangnan" was born for this.

The place with a size of about 750 square meters is completely modeled on the ancient town of Jiangnan water town.

Although the inside is still a reinforced concrete structure, but from the outside, the green brick paths, green water boats, criss-crossing rice paddies, flying eaves and bucket arches, black tile roofs, and red-painted beams and columns really look like they have been wandering for a hundred years. And to the ancient style.

Even in such a hot weather, if you can be in "Nian Jiangnan", you will feel a little bit cooler all over your body.

But Lao An was sitting in the air-conditioned room in the dark, looking at the scene in the courtyard through the window, but still needed to take out a handkerchief from time to time to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

That terrible enemy and their president have been sitting there for several days and nights, taking some water at most.

Their debates and thinking are half-understood, but sometimes the dangerous atmosphere that suddenly makes everyone creepy is a warning that can be understood without words.

However this afternoon.

During the exchange, the two people suddenly raised their heads at the same time.

In the sky, there is a white mark across.

(End of this chapter)