Chapter 125 A good woman needs a hero and a good sword
After putting on a gorgeous set of haori, Sorayama Kazuyo opened the door of the room. Seibei, who was waiting at the door, quickly bowed and said: "My lord, I wonder if my wife's service is attentive. This small place in the country makes you laugh.
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After throwing away the narrow clothes that he snatched, Sorayama Kazuyo now looks more aristocratic than those who have served him for many years. Coupled with the strong aura brought by practicing swordsmanship for a long time, everyone knows that this person is by no means an ordinary person.
Ronin.
Especially when standing next to Seibei and his gang of crooked men, it is as obvious as a thousand-watt crystal lamp hanging in the golden-domed lobby, compared with the kerosene lamp emitting black smoke.
What a perfect man! I don’t know which woman is lucky enough to enjoy it... The beautiful woman A Ling who came out with him couldn’t help but feel another wave of spring tide.
Crowds of people invited Kazuyo Sorayama to the guest room, and Seibei began to introduce his martial arts. "Inuji Taro, Shinai Suzu, and the Four Heavenly Kings, Sun Taro, Yapachi, Matsuyoshi, and Sukeju. May I ask, sir?"
, what should I call the villain?"
"Kongshan Yiye." He picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp. Kongshan Yiye drank and ate food as if no one else was around. His elegant and exquisite temperament made these country gangsters marvel in their hearts.
A Ling sat closely next to Sorayama Kazuo, poured wine diligently, and said with a flowery smile: "As soon as I heard Sorayama-sama's accent, I knew he was a noble person from Edo. Where does our rural land usually live?"
I have the opportunity to observe the noble demeanor. If Chou Yin and his gang of villains hadn’t caused trouble, I really wish I could serve you personally for the rest of my life."
These words were so sincere that even the cunning and cunning Kiyohei couldn't help but give her a look of admiration. To be honest, he didn't mind at all if his wife offered her body, and even hoped that Sorayama Kazuha would accept it, but it seemed impossible.
, this gentleman seems not to like women at all.
Thinking of this, Qing Bingwei clapped his hands, and a maid holding a brocade box came in from the door.
Opening the brocade box, he said proudly: "This is the treasured sword that I have collected. It is inscribed with 'Senji Masashige'." Although it is not an ancient sword handed down from ancient times, it is also a piece of hard work made by the sixth generation Senko Masashige of Ise Country.
After the villain paid a lot of money to get it, he has been planning to keep it as a family heirloom. Now he wants to give her to Master Kongshan. Please accept it, please."
Sora Ichiyo pulled off the purple satin cover, and a three-foot-long sword appeared in front of everyone. The sunflower-shaped gilt copper sword was covered with a pure gold wheel, and the surface of the sword was engraved with a relief of the ghost face of Senluo;
The golden silk handle is rolled, wrapped with a piece of pure white shark skin; the plain wooden scabbard is also made of a whole piece of golden shark skin made of saltpeter, inlaid with gold and silver filaments, and looks like the blooming of fine golden cherry blossoms from a distance. The knife is gorgeously decorated
It is no less valuable than the blade.
When you draw the knife and take a closer look, you will see that the knife is smooth, handsome and upright; the blade has been ground into three layers of white, gray and black skin, just like Fuji Snow Mountain. The whole knife looks more like a fine work of art placed in a shrine, rather than being used for it.
A murder weapon in actual combat.
No one who holds such a knife would want it to be stained with blood and mud!
Although this "Ise Senko Shoju" is not as delicate and beautiful as the "Chōkan Hikaru", and the sword made by the swordsman of the Edo shogunate, which has been in peace for a long time, is far less effective than the swords made by the masters before the Warring States period, which were the first priority in combat, it is still
A rare good knife. Especially the fine workmanship of the gilt and silver inlay makes this knife a treasure passed down from generation to generation.
Kazuyo Sorayama frowned and put the sword back into its sheath, holding the wine glass in his hand. He didn't know what he was thinking about. Kiyobei suddenly thought, could such a precious gift not touch the heart of this gentleman?
I heard that there are many samurai who don't like beautiful women, but there are almost no samurai who don't like swords! What should we do...
But he still praised enthusiastically: "My lord, you are indeed a great man! When ordinary low-level warriors appreciate this sword, they are almost so intoxicated that they can't take their eyes away, and some even hold it tightly and are reluctant to let it go. What is your attitude towards this sword?"
, this is my first time meeting you."
"This sword can't kill people, so what's the use of keeping it?"
"Ah! My lord, you have misunderstood. Although it is extremely gorgeous, it is also a veritable five-carcase sword! I heard that the person who tried to kill it was the famous executioner Senryo Kuushiro in Ise, and even he once praised this sword full of praise.
Originally, this kind of treasure would not be something that a villain would be qualified to purchase. This is why the villain put so much thought into it and spent 1,000 taels to finally get it. This knife is truly worth a thousand pieces of gold!"
Ichiyo Sora was noncommittal, how could he not know how sharp this knife was! But let alone the five-carcase sword, even if it was five hundred carcasses, even if it was fifty thousand carcasses, so what?
Once he left this world, he couldn't even keep a piece of cloth, so he had to reluctantly leave it behind. Just like the long boat, he didn't know what the final fate would be. Maybe it would be picked up by a passing farmer, or maybe it would fall to the ground.
It’s not necessarily a piece of rusty scrap metal in an unknown corner that has been hit by wind and rain.
It's better to leave these treasures here and wait for the right person.
The beautiful woman A Ling didn't care about this. She could tell at a glance that Sorayama Kazuyo's somewhat melancholy expression was not because he didn't like the knife, but because he had something else going on.
She directly took out the knife from the brocade box, walked around to the left side of Kuyama Kazuyo's body, inserted the knife into Kuyama Kazuyo's waist, then tied the lower thread carefully, and took the opportunity to blatantly caress Kuyama Kazuyo's tight waist.
Muscles like iron.
Kazuyo Sorayama still stared at the landlady coldly, but this time the beautiful woman did not flinch. She said boldly: "Such a precious sword, can Master Sorayama have the heart to let it be left in the hands of a poor old man from the country? Or is it me?
An incompetent son who can only make random gestures? My lord, accept it. A good woman deserves a hero, and so does a good sword."
Kiyobei once again praised his mother-in-law for being a first-class virtuous wife! If it were just him and the useless subordinates around him, he really didn’t know how to get this master to accept the valuable treasure. It’s not that Kiyobei doesn’t feel distressed, but the treasure is no longer
No matter how valuable it is, it’s not worth your life!
He clearly knows how important the direction of a person like Sorayama Kazuyo, who can be called a strategic force, is at such a critical moment! Even if he will not help him deal with Chou Yin, it will be thankful as long as he is not bribed in turn.
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What's more, this gentleman doesn't seem to be the kind of unreasonable person.
During the day, he collected 50 taels from himself and killed a dozen of the opponent's masters. When he came out of the tavern, he took the initiative to come to his side to receive service instead of going to Chouyin's place. Now that he has collected this treasure worth 1,000 taels, wouldn't it be possible tomorrow?
...Kiyobei happily began to fantasize.
Kazuyo Sorayama put down his wine glass, stared at Seibei and said, "I won't help you deal with Chou Yin. To be honest, I have no interest in the fight between the two of you."
Kiyobei's face stiffened, but he regained his attentiveness after a moment. He said with a smile: "Master Sorayama is overly concerned. Giving him a sword is a villain who cherishes a hero. How can he let those trivial things stain his hands? I just hope
I can entertain you for a while longer, so why don't you stay here so that I can serve you with all my heart."
Ichiha Sorayama didn't comment, he just drank quietly. The high-grade sake here in Seibei was many times stronger than the sake in the tavern just now, but the taste in the mouth was far less pleasant than before.
Whether it is Chou Yin or Qing Bingwei, their sophistication is far beyond my reach. In just a short time, I have gradually fallen into the trap they created with their words. But apart from silence and refusal, I have no way to fight back.
If things go on like this, I will unknowingly become one of the thugs, which I cannot tolerate.
Kazuyo Sorayama put down his wine glass, stood up, and said in a hoarse voice drunkenly: "I already know your kindness, and thank you for your gifts and hospitality. Goodbye."
The beautiful woman A Ling grabbed the corner of Sorayama Kazuyo's clothes, raised her head pitifully and said: "Sir, where are you going at this late hour? If you dislike me for being old and shabby, there are several good-looking young prostitutes here who are specially for
...My lord, my lord."
Kazuyo Sorayama calmly shook off the pull of the beautiful woman, turned around and went downstairs. Halfway there, he suddenly turned around. Under the expectant eyes of several people, Kazuyo Sorayama said: "I will be there all the time in the past few days.
Tavern, I told Chou Yin that I don’t like to be disturbed when drinking. I hope you will remember it too.”
In Seibei's gloomy and uncertain eyes, in the reluctant eyes of the beautiful woman A Suzu, in the envious and jealous eyes of many gangsters, Sorayama Kazuyo's figure disappeared into the darkness and gradually lost its trace.
"Father, what should I do? He refuses to help." Kiyobei's son asked in panic. "What else can I do? Serve with all your heart, don't offend, and wait until you kill Chouyin and his gang before making any plans!" Kiyobei said.
He gritted his teeth and said: "Chou Yin suffered heavy losses today. Come with me to attack at noon tomorrow. This time I will definitely cut Chou Yin into thousands of pieces!"