Just like when they came, it was still Yuan Zhisheng and his party who sent Li Longyuan and the others back.
The ferocious-looking Yaksha and Crow stood beside the beautiful young man. The wind blew their black windbreakers, revealing the bustling and gorgeous Ukiyo-e under the white lining.
Minamoto no longer hides the fact that he is this generation's Amaterasu.
"Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, it's time to say goodbye."
Li Longyuan is just as he was when he came, wearing a green shirt and holding a sword tied with jade.
"Yeah, it's like sand in an hourglass. The more it flows, the less it will be."
After a real confrontation, Yuan Zhisheng recognized the handsome guy in front of him.
He always seemed so calm and unconcerned, not caring about worldly matters.
"Aren't you considering turning the funnel around and counting the time again?" Li Longyuan flapped his paper fan to bring a ray of coolness to the scorching sun.
The implication is to advise Yuan Zhisheng to change his lifestyle. Since he feels that the so-called "mission" on his shoulders is too heavy and tiring, it is better to pursue the life he wants.
Anyway, the earth will still turn without anyone, and the sun will still rise the next day without anyone. He is not indispensable to the Sheqi family.
"Some things are unavoidable. This is fate, and it is also the cause and effect that has been determined long ago."
If Genji had not been around when the fierce ghosts attacked, the losses suffered by Genji Heavy Industries would have been several times more severe than they are now.
This also sounded the alarm for him. At least until the fierce ghost organizations were destroyed, as the "Emperor" of this generation, it was impossible to abandon the family and ignore it.
The "emperor" of the previous generation did not have the responsibility, so he must shoulder it.
Facing the sea breeze, the young man lit a cigarette casually. The red sparks burned fiercely, and then he opened his mouth and gently blew out a circle of white smoke.
The snow-white waves in the distance rise and fall tirelessly, bringing waves of seagulls up and down. Together with the setting sun, it has a different kind of beauty.
Several young people of similar age, each with their own thoughts or ideals in mind, let the waves of sea breeze blow through their black foreheads and clothes, making them dance.
"By the way, Mr. Feng, this time I come to give you something."
While waiting for the principal's landline Sleipnir to arrive, Yuan Zhisheng took a solid wooden sword box from the subordinate next to him.
Opening the sword case, there lay a tachi with a slender brown wooden sheath inside.
The boy-cut steel has a blade length of 80cm, a blade length of 2.9cm, and a tip of 1.9cm. It is famous for beheading Shuten-doji, the legendary leader of the ghost clan.
In the Muromachi period of Japan, it was known as the Five Tenkaichi Swords (along with Onimaru Kunitsuna, Meimono Daidenita, Mikazuki Munechika, and Sukumaru Tsuneji).
Likewise, this sword is one of the two famous swords used by Genji Tada Mitsunaka to protect the world, just like the spider sword.
"Did Tachibana Masamune ask you to bring it?"
Li Yongyuan did not show any pretense, he immediately pushed the sword out of its sheath, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the sword was inscribed with Anzuna. It was made by Ohara Anzuna, a famous craftsman from the Hoki Kingdom during the Heian period.
It is indeed a good knife for blowing and breaking hair.
Although he didn't know why the boy called his father by his first name, Yuan Zhisheng just frowned slightly and then said.
"Yes, he asked me to tell you something. He hopes to use this sword to forever form an alliance of friends between the eight Sheqi families and Kassel Academy."
"Take the knife back."
The boy just picked up the sword and looked at it briefly, then put it back into the sword case and said something coldly. He didn't care that this was a sword that was famous all over the world. In fact, he doesn't need to care about this if he has Tai'a.
Before Yuan Zhisheng could say anything, Yasha had already closed the sword box again. This kid doesn't want to be the best. The head of the family also wants to repair the relationship with the North American headquarters as soon as possible, so he took out all these famous swords.
"Isn't the katana the life and soul of your warriors? How did it become a commodity for trading?" Seeing that Yuan Zhisheng still wanted to speak, Li Longyuan blocked him directly.
This rhetorical question contained quite a lot of meaning, which made the young man stunned.
Are the decisions dad makes really always right?
Is he really still sticking to his original intention of bushido?
But these thoughts disappeared in a flash. After all, dad did this for the future of the Sheqi family.
"Aren't you about to start a war with the fierce ghosts? That knife in your hand should be more useful."
The handsome young man wearing a green shirt and wielding a sword gently waved his folding fan, which gave him the air of a real celebrity.
This kind of unpretentious demeanor even made Yaksha, the fierce general of the family who is famous for charging into battle, unable to help but be impressed. He is really judging the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.
"Although we have only met briefly a few times, my evaluation is still the same as before. Zhisheng is a good young man!"
The young man in green shirt's words suddenly revealed a bit of sadness of parting, and even Yuan Zhisheng looked at him in surprise.
Could this guy really be able to see his own heart?
"Farewell."
The pure black Gulfstream business jet flew through the white clouds like a giant bird, then crashed down with the rapid airflow.
Facing Yuan Zhisheng and others who were seeing them off, the handsome young man calmly put away his folding fan, clasped his hands together and made a bow in the ancient ritual. The wide-sleeved ancient clothes danced in this air current.
Both Crow and Yasha felt confused, but they just followed the young master and bowed heavily as well.
This guy is really weird. He is arrogant at first and respectful at the end, but he switches so naturally.
When facing the family heads, he was as proud as an emperor, but he seemed to regard them as friends he could associate with.
"gone."
The boy in green shirt turned around and waved his hand, throwing something at the same time.
The young man in black trench coat reached out and grabbed it. It was the folding fan he always carried with him.
"Give it to you."
The boy's indifferent voice came. Chu Zihang and Caesar nodded slightly, climbed up the stairs, and closed the heavy cabin door.
"A ray of setting sun spreads across the water,
Half Jiangsesu and half Jianghong.
Poor third night of September,
The dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow. "
Yuan Zhisheng opened a white paper folding fan, and the four lines of the poem were vigorous and powerful, written by a famous artist. In particular, this song "Ode to the Dusk River" is a representative work of Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
In the eyes of the Japanese, Bai Juyi is a more popular poet than Li Bai and Du Fu. This is because his poems are not as obscure as other Tang poems, but are suitable for all ages.
Whether they are young people with little literary background or scholars who are well versed in poetry, they can appreciate different artistic conceptions from his poems.
Emperor Saga, who was at the same time as him, was also a fan of Bai Juyi. It is said that he would keep a copy of Bai Juyi's Collected Works under his bed. He couldn't put it down and even set up a special reader to read Bai Juyi's works every day. Listen to him.
It can be said that such a paper folding fan has extremely high collection value. If you meet a Japanese person who likes ancient Chinese poetry, you can even get a high price for it.
At this time, the Gulfstream business jet's turbine engine roared low, and surging invisible air waves swept across the empty saline-alkali runway.
This behemoth rose slowly, turned into a point of light amidst the roar, and disappeared into the clouds.
