Street sales are never a good industry. You have to stand there, show your label like a commodity, and then sell for the price—or beauty, action, self-abuse or something.

After talking to Rie Fujiwara, Chen Yu returned to the small square.

There are many tourists who are enjoying the scenery in the town. As a tourist town radiating from Kyoto, there are many delicacies here that are worth tasting. In their spare time, they will also find some fun. Some of these people are customers of Shenyu.

By the way, why don’t you wash dishes or something? That one is really not as fast as this one.

Two more customers were greeted. Chen Yu pretended to be embarrassed and fought with them for a while, and then won the money. At this time, a group of young people passed by here not far away, watching what was happening here.

“This guy who sells the art looks very interesting.”

"Martial arts are pretty good, and I have some basic skills. Who can try him?"

As a friendly federation of the Tang Empire, Japan's tourism industry has developed very well. This time, the Sakura Cup Kendo Competition attracted people from the Tang Kingdom and many surrounding countries to participate. The scene of Chen Yu fighting with the middle-aged uncle just fell into the eyes of this group of people. They would not think that Chen Yu was just a little better than tourists.

"It's a martial arts competition, as long as you can hit Shen Jun with one sword, you can get 100,000 yen."

A student shouted loudly, and some people were eager to try. Everyone was young and there were beautiful girls walking with them. Why didn’t you show your strength at this time?

"Sir, please give me advice."

A young student was pushed out by his companions and picked up the bamboo sword with a laugh. He was the main general of the Jiandao Department of Southern University. He practiced sword skills with Qinglong Slash, and was known for his great power and calmness.

"Are you too polite? Remember to show mercy to your subordinates."

Chen Yu smiled? Holding a bamboo knife with his backhand, everyone in the town knew that his right hand was not very flexible? Chen Yu was too lazy to explain? Anyway, he had experienced so many things, and his left and right hands were very flexible? There was no difference between using a knife.

"I don't take advantage of you either. If I don't have it, you can get money if I stab you? We will fight fairly, right? I..."

The young people seemed a little excited, and their friends were taking photos and watching on their mobile phones. Although this kind of street competition was dangerous, it was even more exciting.

"Xiao Li? What are you doing?"

Just as Chen Yu was thinking about how to release water? Several more people came not far away. The old man in charge saw this scene and directly scolded the young man.

"Put down the sword, we lose this game, don't compete with others."

The white-haired old man's voice was very stern? The young man had to put down the bamboo sword in his hand obediently.

"How many times have I told you that practicing sword is to strengthen your body rather than to show off? But you are here to smash someone's place?"

The white-haired old man really has nothing to say to this junior. Nowadays, young people are increasingly concerned about the rules of the world.

In the past? If a person who sells arts came to a certain place, would he go to the wharf? Then what went wrong in the middle? The local local snake would help solve the problem? Many people think this is a feudal remnant, but they never thought that who would fall to the point of selling arts on the streets and sleeping in the open to beg for food?

Although the young man earned 10,000 yen in fifteen minutes, he wanted to be beaten, smiley, etc. As a warrior, he had strong power, but he had to be smiling and endured humiliation to make money. This was not easy. Moreover, every time he competed with others, he pretended to do his best to satisfy the customers.

In the past, if a person fell into the street to perform, then local tyrants should be careful. Now they have nothing and you are forcing them. If there are really experts among them, it is likely that Yang Zhi will sell his sword.

And my younger generation actually wants to smash someone’s place?

Not to mention winning or losing, this matter itself is wrong.

"Okay, I understand, I just don't cause trouble for others, but that's right, he is like this, is he considered a wild samurai?"

The young man named Xiao Li stuck out his tongue helplessly, indicating that he had heard the old antique words.

"Just understand, his swordsmanship is pretty good. Many domestic martial arts coaches are not as good as him. You may not be able to defeat him if you go up."

The old man snorted softly and left with the young man.

With his vision, he could see Chen Yu's blocking and was very skillful.

...

Not far away.

"It's him, it's him!"

A golden retriever looked at Chen Yu angrily, wishing he could eat Chen Yusheng.

Three days ago, he took people to trouble Chen Yu, but he was not only beaten by Chen Yu, but also sent to the police station and was charged with several crimes such as fraud. If the lawyers of good affairs had not paroleed him, he would still be in prison.

When he came out, he was beaten up by the boss, so he became even more angry. When he found out that Chen Yu had been beaten here these days, he changed his mind and thought of a solution.

He sent someone to invite a kendo master Ruan Cijiang around him, and asked him to take advantage of the situation where Chen Yu started gambling, only defending but not attacking, and teach Chen Yu a lesson.

"He is only beaten and not fight back. Just pretend to miss it, give him a few hard times, break one of his arm or something, okay?"

"No problem, as long as you have enough money."

Ruan Cijiang nodded, "Actually, you don't need such trouble. Even if it's a dignified challenge, I can defeat him."

"Then please."

Huangmao smiled sinisterly. Chen Yu's combat power was very strong, but his right hand was not flexible, and his left hand was destroyed. So wouldn't he decide how to deal with this person in the future?

Ruan Cijiang nodded to Huang Mao, walked towards Chen Yu, and came to the circle, preparing to compete with Shen Yu.

"I'm sorry, sir, I won't practice with you."

Chen Yu's voice is neither high nor low, but everyone around him can hear it.

"Why, don't you want to make my money?"

Ruan Cijiang said with a smile.

"Don't cry if you hurt you, do you understand? My kendo is already level 6."

The bamboo sword in his hand swung five or six sword flowers. The swordsmanship of this era are not just ornamental. On the contrary, the lethality is extremely strong. The swordsmanship assessment has formed a standard in the East. When police absorb new blood, they will specifically indicate that sword masters are given priority. Not to mention level 6, even level 3, they can upgrade faster than other colleagues. Level 6 of the swordsmanship, which is to directly enter the ranks of police officers.

"Your martial arts are so good, why bother with a little person like me who makes money on the street? I was so poor a few days ago that I didn't have a penny, so I set up a stall here to make some money. If you think I have any offense, please forgive me."

Chen Yu's attitude is very kind. There will be a lot of trouble when setting up a stall on the street. It is best to make money with harmony. The young man in front of him doesn't know where he came from or what he wants to do, but Chen Yu doesn't want to cause trouble. It's the kingly way to make money safely for a few days and then travel around the world.

"It's okay, let's compare. I want to see if you can hold on for fifteen minutes. Remember, you said, you won't fight back."

Ruan Cijiang said with a smile, without the demeanor of a master in the martial arts world at all, and then the next moment, he suddenly raised his bamboo knife and slashed at Chen Yu!

He used all his strength to this knife, and it also contained six changes. No matter which one Chen Yu used, the next knife would allow this person to see the power of Chunshui Jiandao!

His bamboo sword was swung out, and then the man blocked and wrapped the sword horizontally. Then his bamboo sword was involuntarily pulled by a force, then deviated, and the overall strength was leaked. The next moment, the man turned around and kicked it out with a slanted kick, just in the most private place in his lower body.

"Bang!"

He curled up on the ground like a shrimp, and the extremely severe pain hit his body.

Chen Yu's kick was enough to prevent him from getting out of bed for half a month.

The bystander involuntarily tightened his legs.

"I've hit someone, I've hit someone..."

The yellow-haired in the crowd not far away began to roar loudly, and at the same time took out his cell phone to call the police. The local snake and skinny dog ​​were so disgusting that they could make the serious business unable to continue.

"Okay, I'll close the stall today. I'll take this gentleman to see a doctor. I'm sorry."

Chen Yu sighed and touched the tens of thousands of yen banknotes that were still warm in his arms.

In fact, from the very beginning, he discovered the conspiracy between these two people.

"I want to sue you, I want to sue you and you will lose everything!"

Ruan Cijiang shouted viciously.

"Okay, as long as you're happy."

Chen Yu shrugged helplessly and signaled the two college students to close the stall.

Of course he felt the murderous intent of this man, and the yellow-haired pointing at the side just now, and he also saw that he encountered such a bad shit in his eyes, which was really annoying.

Since you can't get money by doing the right path, then consider other solutions.

Chen Yu glanced at Huangmao. He remembered the name of the firm where this guy was. It seemed that he would visit them in a good time soon.

...

After an hour.

Chen Yu sat in the teahouse depressedly and distributed money to the two college students.

The police car came and left. After registering the situation, Chen Yu asked him to go to the police station for a detailed registration. Ruan Cijiang was taken to the hospital by an ambulance. Huang Mao pretended to say that he was a witness, and there was probably a series of lawsuits below.

"I'm really sorry. I've worked hard these days. I originally wanted to make more money with you, but now it seems impossible."

This kind of street sales are in a state where the people do not sue the officials, but today they beat people and the police come, so the stall cannot be put on. This is also helpless.

"Shen Jun, don't be discouraged. You will definitely be fine. Your sword skills are so high that you are even stronger than those sword saints on TV and movies."

A college student who helped said excitedly that they also took the initiative to help after seeing Chen Yu's sword technique. In fact, they still have a little thought to see if Chen Yu can teach them some of their unique skills. Unfortunately, Chen Yu said that he would read the books he recommended first.

The college student finally chose to give up. After drinking coffee, the two of them stopped vomiting and said goodbye to Chen Yu.

"So, kid, have you encountered something upset? Come and talk about it."

The old white-bearded man Du Kunlun sat not far away and waved to Chen Yu. Du Kunlun, whose hair and beard were white, was very interested and wanted to know what Chen Yu wanted to do.

Today's intervention is purely a personal interest and historical memories.

A long time ago, more than 80 years ago, Du Kunlun also encountered a similar situation.

A street performer came to his hometown, Xiaochengwei, and met a local gangster.

The gangster fell in love with the good horse of the artist. No matter what, he would have to buy it with a copper coin. As for the rules of the world, he already has guns and cannons, what else should he be afraid of?
To be continued...