The store owner was at a loss. After all, this store was already a well-established store. If it were to be resold, regardless of the price, the official silver in the hands of Japanese people would not be accessible to ordinary people.

"I need it!", the Japanese man was categorical and unambiguous. He took out another ingot of silver and slapped it heavily on the cloth roll in front of the store, "Is it enough?"

"Enough is enough, but this...", the store owner was extremely embarrassed. The people in the martial arts halls he usually saw were not so direct in their speech. Moreover, there was a man who was dressed differently from other Japanese people and was holding the imperial court's treasury coins, which made the store owner even more embarrassed.

I was worried in my heart why he suddenly came to buy a store.

Fortunately, a few regular customers from the martial arts hall walked out lazily at this time, and the store owner quickly waved to them.

"Oda! Hi!"

When the Japanese man heard that it was a familiar surname, he quickly reacted. He took back his hand holding the sword and slowly turned around to see that they were several Japanese samurai.

The most embarrassing thing is this situation, where the same people are on opposite sides because of different opinions.

The samurai from the martial arts hall were not very restrained. They swaggered to the front of the store, took a look at this man in a somewhat shabby dress, and then looked at each other and said, "Who are you?"

"Matsudaira Gengoro!"

When those people heard this, they couldn't hold it back and almost laughed. At this time, only one person was calm. He walked forward slowly and saluted: "No matter which martial arts school you are from, there is no need for Yuori here!"

"Haori?"

This uniform, which was still in the shogunate era, caused a sensation among the samurai, but the young children had only heard of it.

Before he could explain clearly, the older samurai had already felt the depression in the atmosphere, and this depression came from Matsudaira Gengoro's eyes.

There was terrifying telepathy hidden in his eyes, as if he was warning coldly in a warning tone: "Pride will make people even more stupid!"

How could a few stupid young men tolerate such ridicule, and they all started to stand up.

However, the older warrior slowly took a step back and spread his arms to stop the warriors, "Don't act rashly, it will cause big trouble!"

Then the older samurai's arms were trembling, and he said in a weak tone: "Your Excellency Gen Matsudaira, I believe you have your purpose, but nothing is allowed to happen on this street. Our communication with each other can actually be better."

Be gentle."

With a conservative plaid pattern and a curved Kyokanagata close to his waist, Gen Matsudaira's eyes became slightly kinder. He laughed coldly at everyone, and then he saw a broken cloth shop cover floating down from the air.

The knife was so fast that you couldn't even see when it was drawn. When the slender knife was put back into the sheath, everyone looked at him in confusion.

After the knife was unveiled, he left the store with disdain, waving his sleeves and writing a sentence: "I like places where the sun shines, so others can't stop me from what I like."

Who could have imagined that just like that, a mysterious man with extraordinary swordsmanship suddenly appeared in Xicheng District.

What was the purpose of coming to this place? For a while, Wuyun Dojo also fell into embarrassment.

Several samurai who had seen Gen Matsudaira's skills left in a hurry and returned to the martial arts hall.

The shamisen was playing a clear tune, and he was proficient in the three-step sword technique. Yuichiro Ghostface was wearing a loose samurai uniform and was seriously trying to figure out the sword technique in his mind.

"Your Excellency, the owner..."

The sound of short breathing interrupted his meditation. He thought that such a hasty intrusion would cause him to get angry, but when he saw Ghost Menxiong put away the wooden sword in his hand without saying a word, he slowly took his seat.

He washed the wooden knife with cold tea, then drank it in one gulp, and then said slowly: "You guys just left the library in anger, why did you come back in a hurry?"

"Your Excellency, Master..., if what Jiro Hanaya said is true, we all hope that you will consider it carefully..."

"Shut up! I will review this matter in the most reasonable way, but these are not the answers I need, right Takeda-kun?"

The atmosphere suddenly changed. Ghostface Yuichiro's hand that was wiping the wooden knife suddenly broke away. He slapped a piece of gauze heavily on the short case in front of him. After a long while of breathing, he regained his composure.

During the process, all the samurai did not dare to say another word about the Hanaya. Then Takeda reported: "Your Excellency, the owner, just met a Yamato samurai outside."

"Samurai of Yamato? Why are they called Yamato?"

What made Kimenxiong restless was Takeda's fearful voice at this moment. He asked: "There is only one martial arts dojo in Xicheng District and there are only a handful of real Japanese warriors. How can you be sure that they are Japanese?"

"He...he wore a haori battle suit and used a semi-finished sword made by the shogunate. The technique of drawing the sword is almost lightning. Judging from the exquisiteness of the technique, it can be guessed that it is a kind of Iai technique of Kamimu-ryu.

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Ghostface Yuichiro was so shocked by this that he almost shook the water glass in his hand to the ground. He was half-admired and half-wary. Seeing that he was a little lost, he restrained the light in his eyes and said calmly: "If you are sure that it is a shogunate samurai, God

The dream of being able to achieve such a state by wandering around and slicing is somewhat related to the yearning of the heart. As far as I can think of, there should be no one except Tokugawa-senpai who has reached this level of ancient martial arts."

"So does the Ghost Faced Hero Hall Master have any good suggestions?"

After the Meiji period, the spirit they advocated changed dramatically, but the faith still remained in Onishi's ambitions.

He was always willing to admit that this strange place was the Qing Dynasty, but some of the knowledge passed down through word of mouth gradually changed its original taste.

Perhaps the desire for Central Plains martial arts in his heart has changed under the agitation of a trend of thought. As a man of Yamato, Yuichiro Kimen is wandering in different positions physically and mentally. The only thing he dare not waver from beginning to end is the person he once met.

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To a certain extent, it would be more appropriate to interpret it as occasional timidity, because in the next year, wherever I looked, there were screams.

The shouts in Xicheng District disappeared the night before they came, and the decision made that night would finally strengthen Ghost Face Yuichiro's belief that it was best to retain him.

At this moment, when faced with the same issue but with different positions, there is a choice, and that is faith.

From the oral accounts of the warriors, he seemed to smell the arrival of the cheapest and saddest martial art.

After staring at the wooden sword for a long time, Yuichiro Ghostface looked up to the sky and exhaled, sighing in a long voice: "Samurai use swords and advocate using force to win over others, but this is not Japan after all..."

More than one retreat made many young samurai feel disgusted. When Kimenxiong was still sighing, a samurai named Teng Wu faced up to the nail-like problem.

"A warrior's retreat will only make the enemy more aggressive. Hanaya-kun is right! Master, Qingfengxing can indeed allow us to stay in this land longer!"

As the saying goes, people with different paths do not work together. Yuichiro Ghostface's dedication to the martial spirit has surpassed all the younger generations. After all, he has witnessed with his own eyes the samurai spirit imprinted with faith.
Chapter completed!