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Chapter 323

Hearing that Xia Long took the Xia people's mad sweep of the Japanese martial arts world as a joke, Murakami Wende couldn't help being annoyed for a while, but after thinking about it for a long time, he found that what this guy said was right.

It is indeed a joke. A few decades ago, Xia Renkuangcai was still a teenager, but he stirred up the entire Japanese martial arts world. What is it if it is not a joke?
Even so, Wende Murakami said with a little shame and anger: "Hmph, what do you know, your father was so far away from you when you were your age. If you really want to compare you with your father, you are just , Forget it, I don’t care about you anymore, your father and I have a friendship, and this time, there is also a secret covenant between my Shinto and your father, all of this depends on You come to realize it, hum, you must have received the 100 billion US dollars, Jushen Pill and those medicinal materials, right?"

Xia Long's whole body was excited!
Gathering pills?
medicine?

Ten billion dollars?

The Japanese gave themselves?
Why?

Xia Long originally thought that the money and medicinal materials were given by his irresponsible father, but it was actually given by the Japanese.

There must be something tricky in this!
Is it the so-called condition of alliance?
Xia Long thought about it but felt wrong.

Although he didn't have a direct understanding of who his father was, Xia Long still probably knew what kind of person that old guy was from the beginning of knowing that there was such a father until now.

Among other things, the cunning must be great, so the so-called alliance with the Japanese is mostly driven by some interests, and, this mere tens of billions and a little medicine pill, is this all the Japanese have paid?
But if you think about it carefully, this may not be a condition for forming an alliance. Perhaps, looking at the change in Qian Xunxue's attitude towards her, it seems that these things are likely to be Xia Renkuang's use of some shady means to blackmail the Japanese. Come on!

Thinking of this, Xia Long said jokingly, "You guys gave me that money? Why? Ha ha!"

"Hmph, that's just it!"

Murakami Wende couldn't help but blushed, but then he said with a resentful smile, "That's just the compensation condition for Miyamoto Musashi's offending you!"

Sharon couldn't help opening his mouth.

The only bit of dislike he had for Miyamoto Musashi suddenly disappeared.

This Miyamoto Musashi is really his lucky star.

It would be better for this guy to offend himself a few more times!

Seeing a series of small stars flashing in Xia Long's eyes, Murakami Wende's heart trembled for a while, and he seemed to see Xia Renkuang's eyes again when Xia Renkuang was negotiating terms with him.

As expected of father and son.

A trace of strangeness flashed in Murakami Wende's eyes: "Didn't Valkyrie tell you about this?"

Xia Long froze for a moment, curled his lips and said, "He doesn't bother to tell me about such a trivial matter!"

Murakami Wende almost died of anger.

This is a trivial matter?

Ten billion U.S. dollars is really a trivial matter, but the medicinal materials and the god-gathering pill almost made the Shinto sect vomit blood.

Sharon was shocked, but facing this Japanese, he would not say anything easily.

Murakami Wende raised his eyebrows, gritted his teeth and said, "Sit down, let's have a good talk!"

After finishing speaking, Wende Murakami walked to the tatami and sat down, and motioned for Xia Long to sit opposite him. Then he clapped his hands, and the door was pushed open from the outside. The Japanese woman in kimono walked up quickly with small steps, holding a tea set in her hand.

While the woman was making tea, Murakami Fumide was sitting upright, with his eyes closed, as if he was resting his mind, but Xia Long wanted to open his mouth several times out of boredom, but finally endured it.

After the woman made the tea and left, Wende Murakami slowly opened his eyes, then picked up the egg-sized teacup in front of him, took a sip of tea, and then said slowly: " How much do you know about your father?"

Xia Long almost blurted out that he didn't know anything, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back abruptly.

If I said I didn't know anything, wouldn't it make the other party look down on me?

Sharon glanced at Wende Murakami, and pretended to be calm and said: "I know everything I should know! I want to hear the story in Japan 30 years ago!"

"Hehe, 30 years ago!"

Murakami Wende's smile suddenly became more miserable, and then he stared at Xia Long and said indignantly: "Back then, your father was only less than 20 years old, and at that time, I was already over 60 years old. Hey! Hey! A young man under 20 years old, alone, single-handedly, trampled the entire Japanese martial arts world like autumn leaves, no matter which sect he belonged to, he He can't do thirty moves in his hand, hehe! This is really a shame, that's how he got the title of Valkyrie."

Xia Long giggled, and then took a sip from the teacup in front of him, but found that the tea was far less delicious than the one he made himself, so he put down the teacup, squinted at Wende Murakami and said with a smile: "Although I I hate you Japanese, but I still know that among you Japanese, there are masters! Just like your Shintoism, and the Tokugawa Shogun's House, it stands to reason that 30 years ago, your strength should be better than it is now, right? After all, there are not as many people practicing martial arts now! My father, Xia, is powerful, but he is only under 20 years old, and he can sweep Japan? Is it because you are too useless?"

"useless?"

Wende Murakami couldn't help but smile proudly: "You're right, if our Japanese martial arts world is really using the last power of Shintoism, it is not difficult to win your father, but, what do you know? At that time At the critical moment of the contest between the Tokugawa General's Mansion and Shintoism, the ultimate force of each party is hidden, fearing that the other party will know what kind of strength they have. Therefore, like many seniors, even if they have With the strength of your father, you dare not go out of the mountain, otherwise, no matter how powerful your father is, how can you do it!"

After a pause, Murakami Wende suddenly sighed again: "But to be honest, if it's just about fighting alone, your father and we really can't find anyone who can resist him!"

Xia Long sneered: "Chinese martial arts are broad and profound, how can you Japanese who only learned a little from us know that!"

Murakami Wende's face darkened, and then he sneered proudly: "I don't deny that Japan used to be a vassal state of China. This history cannot be changed by anyone with a few words, but you Chinese, how much have you inherited now? Things left by the ancestors? Hmph, don't say anything else, just talk about the concentrating pill I gave you, who in your ancient martial arts world in China can produce such a miraculous pill? You know, This prescription, even in the Tang Dynasty, was only considered a third-rate prescription, but now, what else do you have? Your father even used threats to take it from me. Take it and grab it!"

Xia Long couldn't help but his face became hot for a while, and he waved his hands a little shamelessly and angrily: "Forget it, let's talk about the Xia people's madness! By the way, old Mr. Murakami, why do I feel that you have a strange The breath is familiar to me."

Xia Long originally wanted to call Murakami Wende an old guy, but he felt that this old man was really good. At least he admitted from the root that Japan was once a vassal of China, and he did not hide it. The prescription of Jushen Pill in his hand , is from China.

For such an old guy, even Xia Renkuang is willing to form an alliance with him, so he must not be a bad person.

In a country, of course there are good and bad people, and you can't beat them to death. They are all heinous and bad people.

So although Sharon hated the Japanese very much, he still had a good impression of this Murakami Buntoku.

Wende Murakami was taken aback when he heard Xia Long's questioning.

I don't know how to describe the look on his face.

gratitude?Not at all!

ridicule?a little bit.

In short, his expression is very complicated!It was so complicated that the wrinkles on his face became distorted, as if he had some thoughts in his heart, and then he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Yes, I can have today because of your father's guidance!"

Sharon was stunned for a moment!
But there's something wrong with this old guy's expression?
It stands to reason that Xia Renkuang had pointed him out, and even he himself said that his achievements today are all due to Xia Renkuang!
Then why are you so troubled?
"Twenty years ago, Shintoism was suppressed by the Tokugawa General's Mansion, and it was about to end without support. One day, the masters of the Tokugawa General's Mansion came to challenge us, but we were defeated miserably!"

"At that time, I was already considered the number one master in Japan! At least on the surface, I had the title of number one master! But that time, I was defeated by a little-known guy from General Tokugawa's residence! I was 70 years old at the time, so disheartened, I ran out alone, so ashamed that I wanted to kill myself! But I met someone!"

"At that time, I was standing on the edge of the cliff and was about to jump off. At this moment, I heard a lazy voice behind me saying with a trace of sarcasm: "You want to die with such a little setback?It seems that Shintoism should also be extinct! "

"My face changed. I turned around suddenly, but I found that there was no one, and I couldn't feel the breath of anyone anywhere! Just when I thought I encountered some ghost, a man with a strange mask on his face A man appeared in front of me, although I couldn't see his face, but I could see endless sarcasm and ridicule from his eyes! I was instantly furious!"

(End of this chapter)