Although due to the quiet environment in the corridor and respect for Fukuzawa Daji, the young people did not dare to make any noise, the cabin door was still being slapped and banged, mixed with "come out", "apology" and "eating and drinking"
Liar"...etc.
Kazuyo Sorayama frowned, put down his wine glass and gestured to Fukuzawa Daikichi: "I'll go take care of it."
Fukuzawa quickly bowed and said: "To disturb the distinguished guests is actually the host's poor hospitality. Brother Kongshan, please sit down for a moment."
"You are so rude!" Waiting for Fukuzawa to make a move, Yamami Sakiko took the lead in opening the hatch and shouted at the young people outside.
"Sakiko." Fukuzawa, who stood up, showed no trace of the gentle courtesy he had shown when facing Sorayama Kazuha. Instead, he pulled the girl away seriously and said to the people gathered at the door with a stern look on his face: "Don't you think you have lost your minimum
Are you polite? Or do you feel that you have learned a lot and reached a state where etiquette, law and secular world do not hinder your heart? If not, leave immediately!"
"Teacher, we are just..." a young man murmured. Before he could finish his words, he shut up under Fukuzawa's stern eyes.
Seeing that everyone was dejected and ready to disperse, Kenjiro Yamami crossed the crowd, knelt in front of Fukuzawa Daikichi, put his head on the ground, and said loudly: "Teacher, please punish the disciples. If I hadn't asked to argue with Mr. Sorayama inside, they wouldn't have
Will come with righteous indignation.”
"Indignation?" Fukuzawa Daikichi laughed angrily: "Kenjiro, you do have an excuse to be angry, but where is the righteousness?"
Kenjiro Shankai raised his head and said firmly: "In short, it's none of their business, it's my and Mr. Sorayama's personal business..."
"Shut up!" Fuze shouted: "This is not a place for debate, and this is not the time for debate. When you want to understand, come to me again. Now, if you still think of me as your teacher, immediately
Take them back."
Kenjiro Yamami had no choice but to stand up and bow: "I'm sorry, teacher, I was reckless, I'll leave right away."
"What? You're just hiding behind Sakiko and the teacher. Huh, coward, let's see how long you can hide." Just when everyone was dejected and about to turn around and leave, someone didn't know who whispered.
Because the voice was too low, Fukuzawa didn't hear clearly and just frowned and stared at everyone, but Sorayama Kazuha heard it clearly. He knew that if he let them go back like this, there might be endless troubles in the future.
Don't worry about yourself, don't even think about living a peaceful life before docking.
He stood up and pulled Fukuzawa away from him, ignoring the surprised expression on his face, and said in a deep voice to Kenjiro Yamakai: "Impose your will on others, and get angry when you are rejected; you keep talking about the general trend of the world, but your own cultivation and knowledge are extremely poor;
You think you are passionate about helping others, but you are too cowardly to face it alone. People like you actually have the dignity to claim to be the masters of the country and the hope for the future... Haha, are all Japanese youths in this era so brainless?
?”
There was no sarcasm on Kazuyo Sorayama's face, but he narrated in a rather plain tone. But paired with his hoarse voice, it seemed as if he was cutting their tender hearts with a dull knife, making this group of young people always want to
Pride is shattered.
"Baga, you bastard, what qualifications do you have to point fingers?"
A certain young man's loud shout seemed to turn on the insult switch of everyone, and all kinds of curses poured out, venting everyone's anger wantonly...perhaps it was more of the shame and anger after their thoughts were exposed?
Fukuzawa Daikichi did not stop him immediately, but his face became increasingly uglier. Even if he wanted to deepen his bond with Sorayama Kazuha, he could not be so overly insulted. Otherwise, he could not guarantee that once the other party exceeded certain thresholds,
Whether Kazuyo Sorayama would go on a rampage and kill someone? Based on his experience and judgment - this kind of thing would probably happen!
At this moment, a shuddering aura came from Kazuyo Sorayama, instantly covering the scene. Everyone couldn't help but suffocated. Under the endless killing intent, a terror that could tear apart the soul burst from the heart.
Welling up from the deepest part.
However, this feeling was fleeting, and before they could truly experience this horror, the murderous aura like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood that filled the cabin instantly dissipated without a trace.
I saw Ichiyo Sora suddenly raising his palms and placing four fingers in front of his chin, his eyes slightly lowered and staring at his fingertips, and his cold and hard expression gradually softened.
In Kazuyo Sorayama's heart, they were just a group of ignorant and impulsive idiots. Kazuyo Sorayama just wanted to silence them in the most efficient way.
What's more, in all these years, he has not killed anyone just because of a simple verbal offense. At most, he has been taught a lesson according to the degree of displeasure. Of course, there are not many people who dare to scold him like he is now.
What happened? Is it an illusion? It must be an illusion...
This is the most intuitive feeling in everyone’s mind.
"You, you can't scare us! It's useless even if you beg for mercy now." A young man's body was still trembling a little, but he said toughly.
"Stupid!" Fukuzawa Daikichi's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly shouted: "Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Sorayama, you idiot."
Kenjiro Yamami shook his head, whether they subdued Kazuha Sorayama or were subdued by Kazuha Sorayama, if one party cannot fall completely, this matter will definitely not end here!
He didn't expect that things would get so big, but...
Kenjiro Yamami held Fukuzawa's shoulders with both hands, pushed Fukuzawa into the room carelessly, and said nonchalantly: "Be at ease, Fukuzawa-sensei, we won't do anything to him. You go in and drink tea first."
"Shut up, Kenjiro, get out of here right away...bastard, don't push me!" Fukuzawa was so anxious that he couldn't help but curse, but he was no match for Kenjiro, so he had no choice but to be squeezed into the door.
"Sakiko, you too, stay with Mr. Fukuzawa and close the door. You'll be fine in a while." Kenjiro Yamami signaled to the girl.
The cabin door banged and Kenjiro closed it tightly. The girl's last gaze still stayed on Sorayama Kazuha, who had one hand raised and his eyes lowered. She couldn't help but worry and said: "Teacher, these people have always been brutal.
If Master Kongshan is injured by them..."
Hearing the voices of people outside shouting and cursing Sorayama Kazuyo again, Fukuzawa Daikichi paced back and forth uneasily in the room. He smiled bitterly and said to the girl: "Do you think I am worried about Mr. Sorayama? You are wrong, I
I'm worried about those idiots! If Mr. Sorayama insisted on killing people, they would all be dead long ago."
"How could that be possible? There are dozens of them, brother!" Sakiko Yamami said in surprise.
Fukuzawa walked around the room and wanted to open the door several times, but finally gave up and said: "Although my swordsmanship is not impressive, when I was young, I communicated with the master of the Shinto Muken-ryu sect and the swordsman Yakuro Saito.
After a while, I learned about Nichiran, and thanks to his care, I was able to meet many swordsman masters at the Edo Military Training Hall."
Sakiko Yamami, who had never heard of this experience of her teacher, suddenly looked curious. She thought about it and asked, "No wonder the teacher and Kido-sama have a good relationship. They must have gotten to know each other at that time."
Fukuzawa nodded, not surprised that the girl knew so much about the life experiences of these big men, and continued: "Yes, it's just that his surname was Gui at that time... You know, the moment Mr. Sorayama released his momentum reminded me of another person.
A swordsman-level figure, in that turbulent era, he was probably the strongest, you should be able to guess this person."
"You mean... Beichen Ittoryu Chiba Shusaku-sama?"
"Yes, to be honest, when Chiba-sama glanced at him, no one in the dojo dared to look at him. At that time, I was thinking, 'Do guns and guns really have an effect on this kind of person?' I would rather be killed.
Even with the muzzle of the gun pressed against my head, I don’t want anyone to face me!”
The girl touched her open lips and said, "You, are you kidding me? There is no one in the world who is more terrifying than guns and guns..."
Fukuzawa shook his head and said with an extremely certain tone: "If Mr. Sorayama shows his momentum even for a moment, only your brother Kenjiro can barely stand in front of him. It seems that Mr. Sorayama just wants to
They shut up and had no intention of taking their lives."
"Putting your hands together means that Mr. Sorayama has completely stopped the murderous intention in his heart. This is the Buddhist ritual of putting hands together to extinguish the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance. If Mr. Sorayama does this, it means that he has completely stopped offending Kentaro and the others.
I wouldn’t be so worried about my heart; but clasping one palm together is taught by Zen monks, which expresses repentance to the Buddha and heart when holding a weapon with one hand and about to take action. With Mr. Kongshan’s character, he is definitely not repenting, but
Try your best to restrain yourself and don't go on a killing spree! Even if Kenjiro and the others don't die, they will definitely suffer a lot!"
"I see..." Sakiko Yamami looked at Fukuzawa with admiration, "My knowledge and experience are far from enough..." the girl thought silently in her heart.
Fukuzawa was silent for a moment and said in a clear voice in the direction of the cabin door: "However, although many of them are far from finished, most of them are the hope of Japan in the future. It is important for them to endure hardships.
It’s not entirely a bad thing.”
Oh? A leaf in the empty mountain is silent.
Although his powers of perception were not fully opened, a hatch obviously could not stop Fukuzawa Daikichi's words from reaching Kazuyo Sorayama's ears. Based on Kazuyo Sorayama's understanding of the old fox Fukuzawa, he knew that the last words must be
The other person said it specifically to me.
"Japan's hope" and "suffering hardships" are just admonishing yourself not to take too heavy measures...
But what makes Kazuyo Sorayama a little funny is that with his "putting one palm together" and "encouraging restraint", he is just expressing one meaning: to teach you a lesson, I only need this one hand.
There are not so many twists and turns, it is so simple and straightforward!
Outside the door, there were sounds of friction between bones, collisions between bodies and bulkheads, and short screams. After everything calmed down, the girl hurriedly opened the door and looked outside: the corridor was full of young people with distorted expressions, and they were silent.
Lying on the ground twitching without rest.
But nowhere is there a figure of Yiye in the empty mountain.