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A Dish Best Served Cold

Chapter: 1597

Japan.
About 80 kilometers away from Dongjing City, a high mountain stands horizontally.
This mountain is a thousand meters tall, straight into the sky.
The stretch of mountains stretches across Shizuoka Prefecture and Yamanashi Prefecture.
From a distance, it looked like a wild beast, crawling here.
At this time, in the mountains and forests, there is an old man who thinks that his hair and beard are all white, wearing a gray robe, sitting prostrate.
The pine and cypresses are all around, the stream is gurgling under your feet, and the birds whisper in your ears.
The breeze blew, gently blowing up his robe.
But this old man remained still.
He closed his eyebrows and his breath was long.
The whole person seems to be integrated into this world.
With this mountain, this water, are all integrated.
No one knows how long this old man has been sitting here, and no one knows what he is sitting here for.
Only the seven-foot long sword inserted into the earth beside him was shining with the cold light of the scorching sun.
Boom~
At this moment, there was a sudden bang in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a helicopter whizzed past, and finally stopped in an open area not far away.
After a while, a young girl in a purple-red kimono, three thousand blue silk hanging down like a waterfall.
The skirt swings in the wind, the jade legs under the skirt are beautiful and slender, and the snow-white skin deceives the snow.
Coupled with the innocent and stunning face, this woman in kimono is as if she has walked out of the painting.
It is beautiful and refined, and does not cause dust.
What is even more surprising is that it is now in the severe cold, and this woman is dressed in such a way that she does not show any coldness.
As if, in her eyes, this bitter cold wind is no different from the June spring breeze.
After the girl appeared, she didn’t say anything.
Just standing respectfully beside the old man, waiting patiently.
After the wind stopped, the girl in front of her smiled respectfully: “Everything is withered in the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month.”
“Here, teacher only, the dead trees come in spring, the streams flow freely, and cherry blossoms fly and butterflies dance.
“In this way, the teacher’s green wood sword intent has reached the perfect state, and the magical skill has been achieved.”
“Congratulations, teacher.”
“With this green wood sword intent, the teacher will dominate Japan and reach the top of the martial arts. It is just around the corner!”
The girl said with a smile, her soft voice, like a spring breeze in June, very pleasing to the eye.
However, facing the girl’s compliment, the old man still sat with his eyes closed.
At this moment, he shook his head: “Azure Wood Sword Intent is the strongest sword intent of my Sword God Palace, so it’s not easy to talk about it?”
“The current me, the comprehension of this sword intent, is still too far behind your Master Qingmu back then.”
“However, even so, as a teacher in East Asia, there will be few enemies!”
The old man said in a deep voice.
His words were as sharp as the unsheathed sword beside him, carrying an indomitable arrogance.
“By the way, is there news from Yingtian?”
“From the time he took his order into China, he has more than one month now.”
“Does he have not brought that person’s body yet?”
The old man asked in a low voice. When he said this, his eyes were never opened from beginning to end.
The woman in the kimono on the side changed her face slightly, and whispered back: “Teacher, I am here today to report this matter to you.”
“The body, I have brought it.”
“just..”
The woman was silent for a moment.
The old man frowned: “Just what, say.”
The woman in the kimono bit her red lip lightly with her teeth and said, “It’s just a corpse, it belongs to Brother Yingtian.”
what?
Hearing this, the old man’s eyes suddenly opened.

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