Early in the morning, heavy rain continued for seven days, but there was still no sign of stopping. Ronin Sanjuro and Sorayama Kazuha were trapped in the tavern drinking all day long. The two talked about almost everything from their sights and sounds to the way of the sword, and the old man of the tavern also interjected from time to time.
A sentence of local customs and legends made me gain a lot from the meager knowledge of an empty mountain, and I felt quite happy and reluctant to miss Shu.
On this day, the owner of the coffin shop walked into the tavern and asked for three bottles of turbid wine, a mouthful of wine and a mouthful of dried radish, and sat there drinking.
"Are you drinking to drown your sorrows? The chief is here, so business is not going well." Ronin teased.
"Humph, you haven't stayed here for many days and haven't left yet." The tavern owner interjected. "Don't say that, you only thrive when I'm here." "Shut up, this is not a brothel! Go back to Qingbei's place."
"No, both sides want to hire me." The ronin and the old man started their regular bickering mode again.
Kongshan Yiye, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up, stood up, stretched out, and said: "Old man, I want to wash up." "Yes, sir." The old man immediately turned around and fetched a basin of water and a bowl of green salt, respectfully
He was brought to Kazuyo Sorayama, waiting with a towel in hand.
"Hey, hey, I've been wanting to say for a long time, why are you so devoted to Master Kongshan while you are always making sarcastic remarks to me while we are just eating and drinking here?" Ronin picked up a dried radish on the plate of the coffin shop owner and said viciously.
Chewing heavily, he asked vaguely.
"Idiot, how can you compare with Master Kongshan? Master Kongshan gave me fifty taels of gold! What's more, the master drank the wine sent by Chou Yin and ate the delicacies sent by Qing Bingwei. I'm just
It's just service; but you are just a freeloader, you don't have a penny, it's really unreasonable!" The old man pointed angrily at the Ronin and cursed.
The ronin touched his nose in embarrassment, "Well, just look at it, you will be rich soon. I, Mr. Sanjuro Kuwata, am a scoundrel who can't repay his debts? Both parties want to hire me. If I live here, I can call them
Don't worry... Besides, I drank Master Kongshan's wine, so it's none of your business." "Oh, you scoundrel!"
Sorayama Ichiye tidied up, sat cross-legged and stepped on the floor, and suddenly his ears twitched: "Sanjuro is right, he will be rich soon." Before he finished speaking, he saw that the wooden door of the tavern, which was closed due to heavy rain, was opened from the outside.
, Chouyin walked into the store with his tallest entourage.
After seeing Kongshan Yiye, Chou Yin immediately bowed respectfully and said: "Master Kongshan is well, is the wine he sent you suitable for your taste?" "Yes." Chou Yin was overjoyed when he heard this, "Since Master Kongshan likes it, I will send someone later.
Give me a gift." Ichiyo Kuyama waved his hand casually, indicating that he had something to talk about and that he should get out of here if nothing else happened.
Chou Yin immediately stood up, walked to Ronin, and said in a condescending tone: "Come to my side immediately." "What are you in a hurry for?" Ronin replied.
"Sir, he will leave tomorrow. Sixty miles away, an official was killed." Ronin was slightly startled, and immediately turned around and looked at the house opposite from the window. Seeing that the sedan chair was still there outside, he said casually: "Sir, you don't seem to be nervous.
."
"The messenger will only arrive tonight." "You knew it quickly," Ronin said thoughtfully, "Did you send someone to kill him?" Chou Yin snorted coldly: "Maybe. If the commander doesn't leave, he will hire thugs for nothing."
He reached out and took out the gold from his arms and patted it next to Ronin, "Sixty taels, pay half of it first, come quickly." "No, I have to ask Seibei to make a price." Ronin proudly pushed the money in the direction of Seibei.
"Damn it, you just take advantage of the opportunity to blackmail me!" "Haha, that's right! Let's wait until the officer leaves."
Chou Yin stood up suddenly and stared at Ronin. Ronin stroked his beard with a smile, pretending to be a villain. Chou Yin hurriedly bowed to Kongshan Yiye, opened the shop door angrily, and went out in the rain.
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"What the hell are you going to kill again?" the old man cursed angrily. "It seems so, but how dare Chou Yin send people to kill the officers? He knows that as soon as the officers leave, the Qing soldiers and guards will definitely attack. How can he be sure?
Better than Seibei? Everyone has this attitude towards me, it’s really unreasonable.”
Kazuyo Sorayama suddenly said: "Perhaps your life is difficult." "Ah?" "Chou Yin should have come for reinforcements, so he is not afraid of starting a war. If the two sides are equal in strength, they may not be able to fight in a short time.
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The next day, the owner of the coffin shop came to the door again and said somewhat bleakly: "Bring me a bottle of wine." "I won't sell congratulatory wine to the coffin maker." "No, I want to use wine to relieve my sorrow. The two of them made peace.
Already."
"Make peace?" Ronin was surprised. "Oh, the wood I bought is useless. What should I do in the future?" "Hey, it's not good for you, but the town is peaceful." The old man in the tavern said happily.
"Bagya Road!" Ronin roared angrily, "Making peace is a precursor to a mass killing. If we don't open the silk market, we can't open the silk market, and we can't open the casino either... More crazy fighting is coming, do you understand? Making peace is the most dangerous thing.
!But why make peace?”
"It is said that it was Unosuke who suggested it." The owner of the coffin shop replied: "He must have come back a few days ago. I heard that he brought a lot of helpers with him. He is very bad."
"Unosuke is Chou Yin's other brother. He is a jackal in sheep's clothing! He is ruthless and even more difficult to deal with than Chou Yin." The old man in the tavern continued.
On the street, Hansuke's obscene laughter interrupted the discussion. He smiled flatteringly at someone and said, "We haven't seen you for a year...even the wind is welcoming you, Unosuke-san."
The hunting autumn wind carried a large amount of sand and slapped it on the face, but Unosuke did not blink an eye, which shows the perseverance of this man. He pulled out a revolver from his arms with a grin, "Let you see something new..."
This pistol is the earliest type of single-action revolver, which means it cannot fire continuously. Every time you fire a shot, you need to pull the hammer at the back and then pull the trigger. The rate of fire is much slower. But for those who are gun masters
, they would hold the gun with their right hand and pull the trigger, while their left hand would keep cocking the hammer, and the speed was not even slower than a modern revolver.
For example, let the girl in the battle royale hold a modern version of Colt, and the high-hands hold a single-shot Colt. Maybe the girl has just fired a bullet, and the opponent has already shot all six bullets into the girl's body.
Unosuke was such a master. He shot the cast-iron wall clock in the clock tower three times in a row, but almost only made a long sound. The three people peeking in the store were all moved, especially Ronin Sanjuro. This was a gun!
No matter how fast you draw a knife, it still requires distance and body movements, but the other side only needs to move your fingers. How can a human body be faster than a bullet? He felt solemn in his heart. He was about to pull down the window, but he saw that he was still lying in the shop just now.
I don't know when Kazuyo Sorayama appeared on the street, walking slowly towards Unosuke.
The door of the tavern was about 30 steps away from Unosuke. Unosuke discovered Sorayama Kazuha only halfway there. He alertly pointed his gun at Sorayama Kazuha and shouted: "Who are you? Stop!"
Hansuke said hurriedly: "He is Master Kazuyo Sorayama. He came to this town not long ago..." "Oh? It turns out that the great master that my brother mentioned in the letter is him... I tell you to stop!"
Kazuyo Sorayama ignored Unosuke and took five steps forward. Unosuke's expression changed, and his eyes became fierce! He stretched out his hands and held the pistol firmly. As long as Kazuyo Sorayama took another step forward, he would shoot directly.
Shoot this man to death.
In his mind, what about being a master? In this era, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you can still outrun bullets? His pistol was bought from an American businessman at a huge price. After practicing hard for a long time, it can be said that the bullets are perfect.
.
"I don't want to hear the sound of gunshots. Put down the gun and go back. I will spare your life." Sorayama Kazuyo said coldly, and a sharp and real murderous aura came out of his body.