Kazuyo Sorayama shook his body with a relieved look on his face, and most of the alcohol odor flew out with a splash of urine, making him feel as if he could keep drinking like this.
This is an uninhabited corner of the town, not far from the tavern, and next door is the coffin shop. Following Kiyohei's order, all the shops in the town are open for business, but only the most popular coffin shop is closed.
, everything is so absurd and unruly.
Of course, the most absurd thing is himself. He has always been rigid and serious, and has never done such childish things as "drinking all day" or "peeing in the wind". But now, he seems to have some indescribable feelings, as if he is breaking free.
Without the constraints of the past, he became more and more like a normal person, and his mind became more harmonious.
This should be a good thing... It seems that I have forgotten something... What exactly did I forget? No matter, it is much more pleasant than killing people anyway! Kazuyo Sorayama was immersed in an inexplicable state.
"Eh? Where's Sorayama-sama?" Sanjuro Ronin walked into the store and found that Sorayama Kazuo, who had been drinking on the couch, was missing. What surprised him most was that the shining golden sword was casually placed aside.
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You must know that the sword is the life of the swordsman! It is an existence that is more cherished than his wife. Even eating, bathing, and using the toilet must be within reach, even if he and his wife do those frivolous things, this is no exception. Although there are many
The swordsman has no wife...
The old man in the tavern crossed his arms in front of his chest, tilted his head and said nothing. Obviously, he didn't want to pay attention to the ronin at all. The ronin didn't care, sat behind the old man, supported his chin on the handle of the knife and said to himself: "You
Don't be angry, I wanted to provoke them to kill each other, and I almost succeeded, but it was a pity that the officials in the city made trouble."
"Get out of town! You're too naive." "Not necessarily."
"You will anger them by doing this, and they will not let you go!" "Yes, they will definitely come to me, but it is not revenge. Who comes to give money first..."
The old man couldn't help it anymore, he turned his head and looked at Ronin and sneered, "Who do you think you are! Giving money? These gangsters will kill you and then cut you into several pieces to feed the dogs. Especially Seibei, with his
You are so vicious that you will almost certainly end up turning into dog excrement! Get out of here and leave the town before they dare to use the knife to kill people."
Ronin shook his head, thinking in a trance, "They all want to win, and they want me to help out. Just look at it... Oh, the person playing the drums over there is the mayor? I don't usually see him, but the waiter is very attentive.
Well." The old man stood up and stood by the window with Ronin, secretly looking at the lively scene opposite.
Everyone in the town was in harmony: Chou Yin personally brought wine, Qing Bingwei and A Ling led a group of young prostitutes with outstanding postures to perform songs and dances for him. Everyone stuffed money, poured wine, talked and laughed,
There was a scene of singing and dancing. What's funny is that just now, the two gangs were fighting to the death, eager to kill each other.
The scenes of farce made Ronin extremely uncomfortable. He sat back at the table, lowered his head and said a little decadently: "I also want to drink some wine."
The old man snorted coldly: "Do you have the money to pay?" But he still took out a bottle of dirty wine in a rough pottery bottle, which was the most common drink of the lower class people in this era. The ronin gave a wry smile and was not polite, picking up the wine.
Just drink.
While Ronin was pouring himself a drink, Chouyin's younger brother Haizhiji suddenly broke into the store and stared blankly at Ronin.
"What are you doing?" After a long silence, Ronin asked.
Haizhiji said hehely: "You are very skilled, I admire you."
"Oh? Kill the three members of your gang, don't you hate me?" "It's a joke, I'm Chou Yin's younger brother..." "Hai Zhiji." The ronin drank the turbid wine in the cup in one gulp.
"Do you know me?!" Haizhiji asked in surprise. "It is said that you are very powerful in martial arts..." Ronin smiled and said in a somewhat exaggerated tone. Most people would definitely hear the teasing meaning, but the stupid Haizhiji
But he was very happy, rubbed the back of his head and said humbly: "Yeah, it's not that great..."
"What a good man!" The female leader, A Ling, also walked into the shop in a hurry, interrupted the conversation, and sat next to Ronin with a flattering look on her face. "You should go to my place to drink. Are you still angry?"
"You are the one who is angry, right?" Ronin snorted and said disdainfully.
"Don't blame me, I'm just kidding, come to my house." A Ling didn't care about Ronin's disapproval at all, she grabbed his sleeve and pulled him out.
How could Haizhiji agree? He stopped A Ling and told the old man: "Don't worry, we want to drink, right? Bring the wine."
"You want the best, I'll treat you!" Ah Ling took out her embroidered bag, grabbed a few small deposits and stuffed them into the old man's hands.
"No, my brother will scold me." Chou Yin also reached into his arms, took out the gold and threw it on the table.
"I will be scolded by my husband if I don't invite you." The two of them pulled each other, and neither one was to be outdone. Haizhiji couldn't help but roared: "Smelly bitch!" "What? You stupid pig, you dare to scold me!" "Stinky bitch, stinky bitch, you dare to scold me!"
you you you……"
Just as the quarrel between the two became more and more intense, Sorayama Kazuye walked into the store with the curtain raised. He was different from his laziness just now, exuding a vague murderous aura, and stared at the two people who were tugging expressionlessly.
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The atmosphere in the entire store seemed to have dropped several degrees. Haizhiyoshi, who had witnessed Sorayama Kazuha's killing spree, immediately softened. His expression, which was as angry as an angry porcupine just now, instantly turned into a stupid looking pig.
He couldn't help but let go of the hand holding A Ling's sleeve, and he didn't even know where to put it. He trembled and said, "Kong, Kong Kong Kong, Lord Kongshan... I, I, I." Ichiyo Sora glanced at him.
, in Haizhiji's view, it's like a butcher looking at the right place to cut before killing a pig.
Although he had both large and small swords at his disposal, he could strike out with his hands, but Ichiyo Kuyama just stood there with empty hands, and Haizhiji didn't dare to move, leaning against the table and shivering.
"Go away." Sora Kazuyo softly uttered one word. As if he had received an amnesty, he hurriedly bowed and ran out of the store with bow-legged steps. He didn't dare to scream until he was on the street, as if he was being chased by a beast.
, rolled and crawled and disappeared from everyone's sight.
After scaring away Haizhiyoshi, Sorayama Kazuyo took off his clogs again and sat down on the couch. He looked at A Ling who was still standing aside and said, "Same for you."
"Big~ man!" However, after all, A Ling is a gangster leader who is used to seeing big people. With the natural advantage of a madam, she tries to get close to Sorayama Kazuha. Moreover, she loves Sorayama Kazuha from the bottom of her heart.
, he didn’t have the professional smile he had just pretended to the ronin, he looked like he was in full bloom and wanted to swallow a leaf from an empty mountain in one gulp.
With a swipe sound, a white light flashed by, and Kongshan Yiye raised his sword flat, put the sharp cut against the beautiful woman's throat first, and said coldly: "Get out." A Ling felt the chill coming from her throat, and looked at Kongshan resentfully.
After one glance, Yiye finally stamped his feet in hatred and reluctantly left the tavern.
It wasn't until the tavern was completely quiet that the old man let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't afford to offend either of the two gangsters just now. He didn't dare to make any sound except clinging to the wall and staying motionless.
The ronin laughed, raised his glass to the empty mountain, and said: "Your Majesty, you are brave! You can scare away Hai Zhiji and repel A Ling with just your momentum, which is really the envy of our generation."
"You did a good job at lunch, and you almost succeeded." Ichiyo Sorayama raised his glass and responded. "Oh, everyone saw it?" Ronin sighed loudly: "The success was defeated, but there was no one to disrupt the situation.
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"Do you want me to help you?"
"Sir!" Ronin suddenly stood up and looked at Kazuyo Sorayama in surprise. If the great swordsman in front of him helped, the two of them could kill all the gangsters, so there would be no need for him to think any more!
"But I won't help you."
"grown ups!"
"That's the same thing, unless you give me a reason for me to take action."