The sloppy rogue didn't know that ever since he entered this town, he had been stared at by many eyes, either kind or malicious.
Just when he was lamenting the absurdity of the world and the cruelty of people's hearts, the sly-eyed Hansuke was the first to come over and said the same thing: "Want to be a thug? I have connections, and I'll give you one tael for the introduction. It's up to you to choose between the two gangs."
, Qingbingwei opened a brothel, and it was the easiest way to pick up girls. Chouyin sold wine, and there were countless fine wines. Moreover, Chouyin was in urgent need of manpower, and he had 1 tael of gold a day, twice as much as Qingbingwei! That inn was his base camp, how about it? Here you go
Just ask Hansuke to introduce you. I'm on official business and it's not convenient for me to take you there openly. By the way, don't forget to say that I introduced you, otherwise everyone will be very unfriendly to strangers now."
The slovenly ronin didn't say a word, but he still listened carefully to Hansuke's words. When you first arrived in a strange place, the most important thing was to understand the situation. From the words of the old farmer and Hansuke's words, we can understand that the two gangs of hooligans are currently killing
At the critical moment when the situation is inextricable, use your own martial arts to deal with these gangsters. As long as you join the dominant side, you will definitely win and earn a large bounty. But... I am not here specifically to make money!
The ronin was pacing and thinking carefully. Suddenly, more than twenty vicious thugs rushed out from the inn with a roar, "What's wrong with you? Why are you looking around? This is an official road, and dogs can go wherever they want!" "Hahahahaha"...
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The same as what happened to Kazuyo Sorayama, this scene also happened to the sloppy ronin. Although these gangsters were strictly ordered by Chou Yin not to cause trouble at will, they were attacked by Seibei for several days, and finally they were able to let loose today, plus the new recruits
There are too many people and there are already signs of being out of control.
However, unlike Sorayama Kazuha's reaction, this ronin obviously did not have the idea of taking one against twenty. Maybe he could kill all these people with gritted teeth, but there was no guarantee that he would not be injured, and there would be no benefit from killing them! The ronin was silent
We walked into the only tavern in the town with a warm curtain to show that it was open.
The sly-looking Hansuke came over again at some point, and said with a sly smile: "Hey, Ronin, you need to show off your skills. They will only show off. Just chop them twice and they will behave, and then you can hire them at a good price."
You are just like Master Kongshan back then..."
"Have you said enough, bastard!" The old man in the tavern yelled and dismissed Hansuke. Due to the existence of Kazuyo Sorayama, his status in the town was quite transcendent. The old man glanced at the sloppy ronin and said coldly: "Please come in.
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He lowered his head and entered the tavern, and suddenly found Ichiyo Sorayama sitting on the tatami, and his hair stood up in shock.
The ronin tensed his body with muscles all over, bursting with energy. He couldn't help but hold the handle of the knife with his left hand, and pulled the sheath slightly forward. His right hand naturally bent from the elbow, and the tiger's mouth was slanted towards the handle of the knife.
Draw the sword in an instant.
He looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, far more than the twenty dozen hooligans he had just encountered.
No wonder Ronin was nervous. The man opposite him, who looked extremely noble and upright, had his head lowered, but his sharp gaze was directed from the end of his eyes to his feet.
Although the other party was intangible, there was an indescribable and overbearing aura. It didn't seem to come from the human body, but the kind of earth-shattering thunder aura that made the sloppy ronin's whole body throb. And the pair of bamboos in the opponent's hands
The round head of the chopsticks was pointed firmly at his chest, as if an earth-shattering stab would be delivered at any moment.
The autumn wind blew outside the door and blew into the store through the gaps in the wooden boards.
Sweat flowed down Ronin's forehead. He wanted to shake the sweat away to prevent it from flowing into his eyes, but he did not dare to move. Because the opponent's eyes were still sharp, staring at his whole body, like a confident hunter sizing him up.
Prey is average.
After an unknown amount of time, Ronin felt that his body had begun to stiffen, and the man opposite him calmed down. He stretched his chopsticks forward, pinched a dried radish, and put it into his mouth. He chewed it crunchily.
"Although he is frightened, he is still calm, reacts quickly, responds appropriately, has a firm will, and his martial arts skills are pretty good." Kazuyo Sorayama thought to himself.
The ronin let out a long breath and wiped his wet forehead with the back of his hand. He glanced at Sorayama Yiye with lingering fear, took out his long knife, put it beside him, and sat beside the fire pit.
The old man from the tavern came out of the small kitchen, carrying two plates of exquisite side dishes and a pot of perfectly scalded sake, which he placed on Sorayama Kazuyo's table. He bowed respectfully and said, "Sir, this was done earlier today.
Qing Bingwei sent someone to bring it, saying that he wanted you to have a taste, as well as the fine wine sent by Chou Yin."
Kazuyo Sorayama nodded, "Send it to him, I have enough, and so does the wine." "But..." "It doesn't matter."
The old man in the tavern was helpless. He had seen a lot of people like that sloppy rogue recently!
They are all scoundrels who want to come to the town to make a fortune. They usually don’t have much money in their pockets. Their arrival only makes the town more chaotic and the fighting becomes more cruel. Although this ronin does not seem to be a very evil person, he was insulted by the gangsters just now.
He did not draw his sword to kill anyone in anger, but the old man did not welcome any outsiders who came to the town at this time.
He angrily brought the dishes in his hand to the low couch next to Ronin, drank the wine heavily, and hummed: "Master Kongshan rewarded you, I don't know what kind of bad luck you have! This is a fine wine.
Delicious food is worth at least one tael of gold."
The old man turned around and walked into the kitchen, took out a bowl of hot rice and handed it to Ronin, "Eat quickly and leave this town after eating."
The ronin ignored the old man and looked up at Ichiyo Sora in surprise. Then he stood up and bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for your kindness, sir. However, I don't seem to have seen you, so I dare not accept your reward rashly. Please forgive me."
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Kazuyo Sorayama looked at this ronin who looked exactly like Kikuchiyo and sighed in his heart.
He raised his glass and pointed it at Ronin, his hoarse voice filled with inexplicable melancholy: "I'm sorry, I don't mean anything else, it's just that you look a lot like a good friend of mine, and now I can never see you again.
When it comes to him, I can't help but think about people after seeing things."
The sloppy ronin was a little embarrassed. He never thought that this was the reason why he was treated differently. But the sincerity revealed in the other person's tone did not seem to be a lie, and he really didn't want to benefit for no reason, so he stood there blankly, not knowing how to refuse.
The old man looked a little impatient at Ronin's entangled look, and he scolded: "You can eat whatever you are told to do. You have to know how many people in the town want to drink with you, but they don't have the honor!"
Kazuyo Sorayama smiled slightly and said, "In that case, I would like to ask you to do something for me." "Sir, please tell me." "After you are full, how about a competition with me?"
Ronin was startled, then shook his head and said: "I am no match for you. I was so overwhelmed just now with just my momentum that I didn't dare to make any move. This level of martial arts is definitely not something I can resist." "Haha, don't think too much.
, right here, just make two random gestures in this room, no need to use a real sword."
"If you don't agree, just leave. The shop won't accept you." The old man said angrily.
"In that case...well, it would be disrespectful for me to refuse." Seeing that he could not refuse, the ronin had no choice but to pick up the bowl and start eating seriously.
Although he knew he was outmatched, which master would be willing to give up the opportunity to compete with a more powerful opponent in martial arts? But how to use all his strength in such a small store! Maybe it can be like this...