"Well, well, now that everything is clear, let''s go back to the party!" after all, how can we not celebrate such a good thing?

    The chiyoko who finally got back to God clapped his hands to greet the people and pulled back the slightly deviated banquet rhythm. "Oh, no, my brother''s story is so fascinating that many dishes are cold. I''ll heat them up... Qingliu, why don''t you play a song to cheer everyone up first?"

    "Why do I have to do such a thing?" Qingliu turned his eyes and responded, or got up to get her guitar.

    In the next quarter of an hour, chiyoko quickly warmed up the cold dishes and put them on the table, while Qingliu also picked up his guitar and played a tune that was very in line with the current atmosphere.

    In the melodious song, baonaimei poured wine for and Ma, while yuzao looked at the cherry tree and beat. There was a lively atmosphere in the dojo. Qingliu, humming and playing the guitar, asked as if he remembered it.

    "Speaking of, how long will it take to recover from the intermittent rain?"

    "Well, Chang gloomily has special blessing on monsters. I think I can recover after staying in the dojo for a week or so." yuzao chewed the fried mountain branch and gave a very expected answer to the case.

    "So fast? Wait, in this case, can you cast spells unrestricted in the future? It seems like just that." confirmed with Ma.

    "It''s OK only if you''re in the dojo. If you leave the dojo, it''s still the same. At most, it''s easier for the Demon power to recover." yuzao replied with narrowed eyes.

    "That''s already very powerful." he and the horse nodded.

    Since the existence of the great demon fox in the mythological age, it is impossible to estimate how many fantastic spells it has mastered. In the past, it was difficult to supplement the Demon power consumption, so it can only provide minimum help.

    Now with Changyin to replenish Demon power at any time, the support level will certainly be improved by leaps and bounds.

    "Is there a feeling of finding a big backer?" yuzao asked with a smile like seeing through his mind.

    "Yes, that''s a big backer." and Ma fork up a piece of fried potato and throw it into his mouth, then nod seriously.

    Although people had previously focused on the intermittent sunny rain and Tibetan images, the most noteworthy thing in actually going to Changyan lake was the mutant serum made by Fuzhi technology.

    That thing makes Jiazuo, a weak scholar, directly become an invulnerable ghost. If it can be mass produced, it can be called a biochemical nuclear bomb. In a big way, it is even enough to change the geopolitical pattern of the current world!

    Fuzhi technology has made such an exaggerated formation quietly, which is indeed greatly beyond the expectation of HEMA.

    Like this time the catfish spirit was robbed by birds in the cage, it will definitely have a mysterious side against Fuzhi technology in the future. In this case, there is a big demon fox at home as a trump card. It should be said that it is really reassuring.

    "... I think so. The world has changed so fast that even I didn''t expect that science and mystery could come together." yuzao shook her head and looked a little lonely on her face. But before he and Ma could speak, the fox threw the topic to the nearby baonaimei place.

    "Well, you haven''t talked much since you just started, Bonaparte. What are you thinking?"

    "... I have some regrets." baonaimei looked a little gloomy with a burning sprinkle.

    "Regret, choose politics?" yuzao said as if she had known the answer.

    "Yes, I didn''t expect that so many things happened with Ma during the period when he was entangled by boring government affairs and didn''t come to the dojo... And he couldn''t hear it as an outsider until afterwards. It''s really a feeling..." baonaimei drank the Shaojiu stuffily, looked at Qingliu holding a guitar over there and vomited out the faint smell of wine, "Qingliu, I really envy you."

    "Well, seconded." yuzao added with a smile.

    "Eh? Eh? Eh? Eh?" on Rong Zi and family background, there should be no doubt that baonaimei and yuzao are the first two in Tongsheng Taoist field. Such two people actually say words of sincere envy to the bottom themselves, which makes Qingliu at a loss.

    "That, that, because I''m relatively free, I can follow and horse. I don''t know if I will encounter these things... And it''s yuzao you who asked me to go at the beginning?"

    "Even so, those who should envy will envy, right?" yuzao asked baonaimei for confirmation with a smile. Seeing that baonaimei nodded in agreement, Qingliu became more flustered. Fortunately, at this time, he and Ma spoke in time to save the scene.

    "Well, well, don''t tease Qingliu. After all, Qingliu is more used to that occasion, and you all have your own things to be busy. There''s no way to miss it?"

    "Cut, are you starting to protect Qingliu now? Sure enough, the feelings are different after we form a team to brush monsters." the fox pouted and pretended to be sad and covered his face, "baonaimei, we will probably be in the cold in the future? Now let''s support each other and keep warm..."

    "No, I think it makes sense to talk to ma." Nan Tiao shook his head unexpectedly.

    "Since ancient times, it has been the duty of men to defend their homes. If men fight bravely in the front, women should silently guard behind men in the rear. It''s enough to have Qingliu. We don''t have to follow and horse."

    "Eh? Sister baonai''s concept is surprisingly conservative? She is clearly a female Congresswoman in the new era." chiyoko said in surprise.

    "After all, I was educated in this way since I was a child, and I think so after watching he ma..." Nan Tiao breathed out his breath, then put on a respectful posture like sorting out his mood, and bowed his head to he ma from a distance.

    "He ma... No, master craftsman. Thanks to master craftsman, I heard many unheard of things today. It''s an eye opener. Please allow me to thank you."

    He Ma felt that there was something to say behind nantiao, so he didn''t answer with a glass.

    "The curse of ohisa MEIHUIZI, the brainwashing crime of the Japanese company, and the ghost human serum of Fuzhi technology are all things that are contrary to common sense in the world. Even if they are told to others, I''m afraid no one will believe them." nantiao looked at HEMA with a correct attitude and said.

    "That is to say, master and craftsman, what you have done can''t be mentioned on the table. In the future, no one will know you or thank you even if you pay more, even if you bleed and hurt... Even so, will you continue to do it?"

    Baonaimei''s awe inspiring voice sounded in the dojo, and the sonorous and powerful tone could not tolerate any fooling or confusion. Not only was he ma slightly stunned, but even the rest of the people looked at him as if they were attracted.

    The noticed and the horse scratched their cheeks and felt a little nerve racking.

    At this time, just shouting the slogan of justice is quite boring, and he can''t highlight the entry to baonaimei. How can he convey his mood? He tangled with Ma for a moment, his eyes fell on the guitar held by Qingliu, and then he suddenly had an idea.

    "... I''ve heard a song before, which is quite in line with the atmosphere. Let me show you." he Ma Wei smiled and looked at the corner of the dojo. "Chiyoko, go and help me get the authentic."

    "Eh? Brother, why do you want a knife when you sing?" chiyoko complained. He still ran over and took the authentic one.

    He took over the authentic with the horse and stroked the blade with his hand like brewing.

    People''s eyes lit up one after another, and an expression of eager expectation appeared on their faces. He Ma''s talent in music is well known, and he often ignores the music theory when he feels it coming. He can almost always jump out of popular works, but he doesn''t know what kind of music will be produced this time?

    In the eyes of the crowd, he and the horse stroked the authentic, closed their eyes and brewed for a long time, suddenly opened their eyes, and pulled out their scabbard in a low voice.

    The cold light of the blade shone, and without saying anything to the horse, a solemn atmosphere quietly dispersed. Then, with a snap of fingers, yuzao handed over the wine as if he had been ready. And the horse drank up the wine, and then took the opportunity to stand up.

    "My husband has made great achievements in life..."

    A sentence "husband''s life" mentioned the rhythm, and the horse held the authentic sword, walked slowly in the Taoist field, danced and chanted.

    "Meritorious service and fame, comfort all my life..."

    "Comfort all my life, I will be drunk..."

    "I will be drunk and sing wildly..."

    The short tone of seven word one beat echoed in the dojo with a low male voice. Sometimes generous, sometimes wild, sometimes gentle, sometimes passionate.

    The authentic blade reflects the dim yellow light and draws a mottled and crisscross shadow in the quiet air, such as the spring and autumn with lofty feelings and the clang of golden iron horses.

    Some majestic, masculine and majestic atmosphere shrouded the Taoist arena. The women watched the horse dance with swords and step songs, and even Qingliu, who wanted to write down the rhythm, couldn''t make a sound.

    I don''t know how long it took for the song to stop.

    Singing happily, he ma slowly put his knife into the scabbard and sat down at the table again. Until then, the women woke up and sighed.

    "Wow! Elder brother, do you know that you sing the spirit of" fifty years on earth "in this song!"

    Chiyoko''s face was full of exclamation. Nobunaga Yoshida is the hero who unified Japan at the time difference of the Warring States period. Maybe he is also the most famous Japanese celebrity in the world.

    "Fifty years in the world" is when he was betrayed and on the verge of success, he wrote a desperate poem, which also has its own pride and freedom. Of course, strictly speaking, it is different from singing with horses, but for thousands of generations who don''t know much about history, this is the highest praise.

    "It''s neither rock nor pop... How to say, it''s completely different from previous songs. Compared with tones and rhythms, it''s driven by momentum... Wow, no, no, the momentum of this song can''t be held down by ordinary people..." Qingliu bit his lips, shook his head and looked at he ma in amazement, "To tell you the truth, this has gone beyond the scope of so-called talent. I... I can''t even find a word to describe that feeling..."

    "It''s spirit." baonaimei added for Qingliu. At the moment, nantiao Qianjin was sitting in the front seat, his eyes were shining, and said categorically. "This song was written with spirit with horses. Without the spirit of heroes, it can''t be such a song."

    "It''s too exaggerated. It''s just going with the fun."

    And the horse smiled, waved their hands and breathed out quietly.

    This song is the world before crossing with horses. It was an episode in the old TV play romance of the Three Kingdoms. Zhou Lang was very impressed by the scene of drinking and sword dancing. Later, he found the original tape and listened to it for hundreds of times. It can be said that it has been engraved into the voice of the soul. At this time, he took advantage of the opportunity to perform, and the evaluation was unexpectedly high.

    Of course, the original lyrics are in Chinese, but he ma has changed to Japanese when performing. At first, his Japanese was not on the table, but now he is also a student of Dongda, and this level of translation has long been enough. "... there''s a problem?" yuzao, who listened quietly, suddenly interrupted. "The meaning of this song is that a man should make contributions before he can live up to his life? Is it the same thing as baonaimei''s question... Or are you going to pursue hero''s fame with Ma? Or something else?" "pursue fame..." Ma min and Ma min took a sip of Shaojiu and jokingly grabbed a string of explosives. "If you want to say, this is my fame." "fried mushroom?" yuzao stared round, but he ma moved his eyes to chiyoko. "Oh, chiyoko, did you buy all these dishes in the store street? It seems that those uncles and aunts have added a lot to you?" "eh? Ah, yes. Really, it''s clear that our family''s wallet is not so tight, and we still keep stuffing things for me..." chiyoko complained in a mixed tone of distress and happiness. "Qingliu, you sent your guitar to the earth house for adjustment a while ago. Have you been complained by the old man?" he ma smiled and looked at Qingliu. "... it doesn''t matter. Anyway, I''m used to listening. Yes, uncle asked you if it''s wasteful to be a police department guitar mender... Show your face when you''re free!" Qingliu dug his ears with his Yao finger and tried to look indifferent. "Well, I''ll go to the earth house with you after I''m busy." he agreed with Ma, and then his eyes moved back to the fox at home. Yuzao frowned and seemed to catch something from the Q & A with Ma zhiqiandaizi and Qingliu, but she didn''t dare to be sure. "So, the fame you mentioned with Ma is actually..." "ah, shop street and global house, as well as the lights in Tokyo... These are my fame." he ma smiled, raised his glass and drank it. The drunk glasses fell on the table and made a refreshing sound, but the women fell silent with a similar look of amazement. This is the answer that no one expected, or in other words, no one expected that HEMA''s answer would appear in front of us in such a poetic but firm form. In front of them, under the cherry trees swaying with the wind, the men who considered themselves showed a childlike happy look, as if the previous words were not a shock announcement deliberately created, but just a natural expression of truth and frankness - of course, it is true. Yuzao and nantiao, Qingliu and chiyoko, you look at me and I look at you. In the sight of each other, they collectively refresh their evaluation of the man in front of them - towards a higher level, and also confirm some undefined consensus.