The blood was greedily absorbed by the dry ground. The blood volume of one person was far from enough to quench the thirst of this land. After a while, only two corpses and a blood stain were left.
The gangsters surrounding Sorayama Kazuyo were speechless, and no one dared to take action anymore. Although Sorayama Kazuyo still had the same calm expression, he was no different from a devil in the eyes of those gangsters. They knew how to kill people, even if they were hacked to death or stabbed to death.
Question: After killing someone, they will feel proud, scared, and excited. But splitting someone in half as if nothing happened is something they will never be able to do in this life.
Seeing the group of gangsters who were originally clamoring to chop him to death, Sorayama Kazuyo shook off the blood on his knife, wiped the blade clean on the corpse, while staring at the gangster nearest him, still using a faint expression
The hoarse voice asked: "Who can answer me, how much reward will Seibei give me if I kill you?"
All the gangsters took a step back. The gangster he was staring at didn't move. He just held the knife in his hands in fear and pointed at Ye Ye in the empty mountain. He neither dared to attack nor retreat. Behind him, the gangsters either had contempt, pity or pity.
Under the gloating eyes, he gritted his teeth and held on.
Kazuyo Kuyama looked at this group of tough-looking gangsters, shook his head in disappointment, put the knife in its sheath, turned around and wanted to leave. Seeing this opportunity, the gangster finally plucked up the courage and silently stabbed Kazuyo Kuyama in the waist.
.
Sorayama Kazuyo did not look back. He turned to the left, passed the blade, raised his right knee and pushed it hard between the chest and abdomen of the gangster who sneaked up on him. The gangster's body was arched, and his feet were half a foot off the ground due to the blow.
High, the blood in his mouth was mixed with the broken internal organs, and it spurted forward more than two meters.
Before his body even hit the ground, Kuyama Yiye grabbed the bun at the back of his head and pulled him back hard, cutting his palm into the gangster's raised neck. A stream of blood flowed out of the gangster's eyes, nose, and ears at the same time, and there was also blood from his mouth.
He stopped spurting blood and collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud, dead on the spot!
To deal with such a person, Ichiyo Sorayama no longer had the interest to draw his sword.
The gangsters couldn't stand it anymore and retreated step by step with their swords raised. Kazuyo Sorayama ignored them and silently put away their swords and retreated into the big house that was used as a stronghold. On the street, only Kazuyo Sorayama and Kazuha Sorayama were left.
There are more and more voyeuristic eyes.
Hansuke, who didn't know where he ran just now, immediately ran in front of Sorayama Ichiha, and said in a more humble tone: "Sir, you have such martial arts, you can receive five gold coins from Kiyohei... No, no, at least ten taels
! No, twenty taels! Sir, I will take you there, but be sure to remember the villain’s half a tael commission.”
Kazuyo Sorayama knew the purchasing power of a small amount of money. In the world of Seven Samurai, none of their highly skilled samurai were worth such a huge sum of money. They helped farmers kill bandits for more than forty years, and the income they received was only a daily supply.
Just meals.
And I just killed two random gangsters in this small town, and the reward was so rich! It seems that there is a reason why the two gangs of gangsters are so desperate to fight for the territory.
Ichiyo Sora was noncommittal. When he was about to reach the other end of the street, a strong middle-aged and elderly man with a treacherous face and wandering eyes appeared in the middle of the street with a splendidly dressed middle-aged lady, followed by a group of people who also looked unkind.
of gangsters.
Hansuke whispered: "He is Seibei, the big boss in the town. Not only is he rich, but also..." Hansuke showed a lewd smile, "And Seibei runs the only brothel in the town, hey.
hey-hey……"
"My lord, please stay. I am here, Seibei, and I beg you to lend me a helping hand." Seibei's attitude was completely different from that of the gangsters just now.
As early as when Sorayama Kazuha appeared in the town, he had already received the report from his subordinates, and even witnessed with his own eyes how Sorayama Kazuha easily killed two people. Now that he saw Sorayama Kazuha up close, Seibei, who had seen the world, suddenly became stunned.
Wake up: This person in front of you is definitely not an ordinary ronin!
He made up his mind to let Kazuo Sorayama stay and help him regain his territory at any cost.
Kazuyo Sorayama did not stop and continued to walk forward slowly. He had no interest in participating in the fight between these gangsters and bullies. He was too weak!
If they were all at the level of those gangsters just now, he could easily kill everyone!
After fighting with the group of bandits in Seven Samurai, the civilian hooligans in front of him without helmets and armor were nothing more than a group of sword-testing straw mats who knew how to wield swords. Moreover, his swordsmanship level was far beyond what his state of mind could bear.
It's the limit. So if you can avoid killing, you should try to control yourself. Especially such large-scale killings can easily cause him to go on a rampage with murderous intent.
Seibei didn't want to let Kazuyo Sorayama leave just like that, nor did he dare to stop him. He could only follow him and keep begging: "Sir, I am willing to give five taels, ten taels, no, twenty taels! Sir
, fifty taels!" Ichiyo Sora stopped.
Kiyohei was overjoyed when he saw this, and his wife, who was wearing heavy makeup, quickly followed suit. She didn't care about being in public, and actually wanted to step forward and hold Kazuyo Sorayama's arm.
Ichiyo Sorayama mercilessly shook away the beautiful middle-aged woman who was full of pungent fragrance. Under her resentful eyes, she said to Seibei: "Bring it here."
Kiyohei hurriedly took out a small silk bag from his arms, took out the small gold deposit, and handed it to Sorayama Kazuha with respectful hands. Sorayama Kazuha casually threw a small gold settlement of 1 liang to Hansuke and ordered: "Take me with you
Go to the tavern in town."
Originally, he wanted to leave this small town that disgusted him, but Sorayama Kazuyo thought for a while and decided to stay. It can be said that life in the city is the part he has been missing the most since he started practicing kendo.
Since childhood, all I have been exposed to are fair and square martial arts fights. Even in the world of Seven Samurai, I have to join forces with those chivalrous men who are full of justice to fight against the enemy.
The most important thing for tempering one's mind is growth, and the most important thing for growth is breaking one's own inherent thinking and cognition.
When he first learned kendo, he asked his teacher how long it would take to master the secrets of the sect. He remembered what his teacher told him: If you practice for the sake of pursuing the subtle and mysterious secrets, you will only get further and further away from the real secrets.
.So if you are always looking for a breakthrough in your mental state, you will be farther and farther away from true harmony.
Just stay, maybe something interesting will happen... Kazuha Sorayama walked towards the tavern.
Kiyobei's expression changed and he stopped Kazuo Sorayama. He had completely lost his previous humility: "Sir, do you want to break the contract? You must know that you received 50 taels of gold! According to the rules, you should have paid half of it first, but I believe that your Excellency
Credit, so I pay it all in one lump sum. The villain is just a businessman with a humble status, but he also knows loyalty." "Oh? Loyalty? Haha, in your opinion, what should I do to keep my promise?"
Kazuyo Sorayama was thinking about the gold in his hand and looked at Kiyobei with amusement. A gangster in the town was actually worthy of talking about loyalty! Although he was not very understanding of human nature, he also understood that this was what Kiyobei wanted to do in the name of loyalty as a samurai.
Just come to blackmail yourself.
Kiyohei seemed to see that Sorayama Kazuha didn't care about the name of loyalty, so he rolled his eyes, quickly glanced at Sorayama Kazuha, and pretended to be righteous and said: "Of course, kill Chouyin, and then kill everyone who dares to
Help Chou Yin’s people!”
He blinked again and tried to squeeze out a tear: "Sir, Chou Yin was originally the villain's subordinate, but he just wanted to see the villain grow old and frail and bully the orphans and widowed mothers. Wow, that bastard has been coveting the villain's territory for a long time.
If he succeeds, the villain's whole family will suffer misfortune. I hope you will lend a helping hand, so the fifty taels will be regarded as a gift for the villain."
Kazuyo Sorayama didn't want to talk nonsense with these gangsters at all. In his opinion, both Seibei and Chouyin were the same.
However, after all, if you want to receive people's money and spend it with peace of mind, you still have to make some concessions.
"Okay, I understand. But I'm not in the mood to kill people right now." Kazuyo Sorayama stretched, his whole body crackling, and then his expression turned murderous.
Seibei sat down on the ground with a pale complexion, and heard Kazuha Sorayama looking down at him and saying in an extremely cold voice: "I hope you won't be the person who makes me interested in killing people."