"Takeno-kun, you see that our weapons have been confiscated by you, and our people have been tied up tightly by you. Even if we want to escape, we can't escape. Why don't you tell us how Hideko Kawashima was sent to Japan? Right." Yu Shijun said.
"It's harder for you to escape than to reach the sky. If I'm in a hurry, I'll kill you all. So, I advise you to be honest." Takeno-kun said.
"How can I?"
"I can tell you about Kawashima Hideko, but you can't stop and you have to keep going." Takeno-kun got on his horse and said.
"Okay, then you ride slower, otherwise we won't be able to keep up."
One morning several years ago.
Wudang Mountain.
"I heard that your Wudang swordsmanship is very good and invincible. I'm here to challenge you today." Kawashima Naniwa said while standing in front of the Wudang Sect's gate.
He was wearing a ring-shaped straw hat on his head and the clothes of a grown-up Japanese ronin. There were two Japanese swords hanging on the left and right sides of his waist.
"Go away quickly, we won't compete with you." said the little Taoist boy guarding the gate.
"I came all the way from Japan to have a showdown with you Wudang sect. I want to see who is more powerful, your Wudang swordsmanship or our Oriental swordsmanship. But you don't compete with me? How can this be done?”
"My master is not at home, you'd better leave quickly!"
"Stop telling me these excuses, and call your master to come out and compete with me. My patience is limited."
"I'm telling you the truth. My master has gone out to travel. I don't know when he will come back. It's useless for you to stay here." The little Daotong said and closed the door.
At noon, the little Taoist boy finished his meal and came to the gate again. He opened the door and took a look, and found the Japanese ronin sitting cross-legged and meditating in front of the door. It seemed that he did not intend to leave.
"I said you are a very strange person. I have told you that the master is not at home and no one will compete with you. Why are you still here and not leaving?" asked the little Taoist boy.
"I won't leave until I achieve my goal." Kawashima Naniwa said.
"Are you hungry?"
"Not hungry."
The little Taoist boy closed the door again, and after a while he brought a meal to Kawashima Naniwa and said, "You should eat something first."
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Kawashima Naniwa quickly pulled out his Japanese sword, waved his hand, and cut off the little Taoist boy's left arm from the root. The severed arm flew far away, and there was a lot of blood!
The little Taoist boy screamed "Ah" and fainted from the pain.
There were twenty brothers practicing martial arts in an open space inside the Taoist temple. They heard the screams of the little Taoist boy and ran over quickly.
"Junior brother, junior brother, what's wrong with you?" Senior brother Song Qingfeng held the little Taoist boy in his arms and shouted, "Hurry and get the wound medicine and gauze."
Everyone worked for a long time before stopping the bleeding from his wound and wrapping it with gauze.
The little Taoist boy turned pale, opened his eyes, and said feebly: "Elder brother, this man's sword skills are too fast, it's best not to fight him."
"Did he cut off your arm with a knife?" Song Qingfeng asked.
"Yes, I cut off his arm. Maybe I went too far, but if I don't force you, you won't come out to compete with me." Kawashima Naniwa said.
"who are you?"
"I came from Japan. Our family is a martial arts family and is good at Japanese swords. I heard that your Wudang swordsmanship is very powerful, so I wanted to come and compete with you."
