Chapter 256 In this world, take over the world! 4400
The exclamations of the prostitutes, the screams of the prostitutes, and the shouts of the guards all composed a messy concerto. [.\nCOM Situ's updated chapters are the most complete and comprehensive, and the error-free content is repaired in the most timely manner. Due to caching reasons, browser access is recommended.
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Qingdeng walked through the smoke and strode forward.
The sound of Qingto blowing away the door just now had already alerted all the guards inside and outside the Gangzhong.
After a while, a dozen Yakuza with ferocious faces and armed weapons rushed out from upstairs, corridor corners and other places like cockroaches sprayed with insecticide, and lined up in front of Qingdeng.
Wherever Qingdeng could see, all the prostitutes and prostitutes disappeared.
As the innocent people left, the area between Qingdeng and the Yakuza became a "vacuum zone" with no one in it.
"Damn it! Who is it? You are so courageous! How dare you come here to make trouble!"
"Hey! Wait! He, he is Tachibana Aoden! That 'Nioh'!"
"Jin, Niou?!"
…
Qingdeng had heard similar words so many times that his ears almost became calloused.
His calm gaze, without any emotion, swept from left to right.
The Yakuza's positions and spacing were transformed into a series of extremely clear data in Qingdeng's mind at the snap of a finger.
At this time, a whimpering sound that did not match the atmosphere of the scene broke into Qingdeng's eardrums:
"Woo, woo woo..."
Qingdeng looked around.
It turned out to be the cry of a musician.
She was about 15 or 6 years old, holding an old but clean pipa in her arms, with a petite figure and a delicate face.
Although she has a pair of beautiful big eyes, she does not reflect any sparkle in her childishness, and her eyes stare blankly into the void in front of her... It seems that she is blind.
Probably because her legs were weak from fear, she collapsed on the floor between Qingden and Yakuza, her delicate body unable to stop trembling slightly.
Seeing this, Qingdeng pondered thoughtfully for a moment and then said softly:
"Don't be afraid, mother, it will be fine soon."
He paused and then added:
"If you feel scared, just play the piano for a while and sing a song that you are good at. This way, you won't feel scared anymore."
When the musician heard this, he was startled.
This is just a casual mention by Qing Deng, but this musician is also very ambitious.
She nodded slightly, then really stabilized the Pipa in her arms and cleared her throat.
Plain white fingers brushed the strings, and the sounds of birds swirled out.
Because her mind was still very unstable, her music was slightly chaotic.
However, perhaps due to professional habits, or perhaps because of a true love for music, the musician's attention can be concentrated quickly.
The originally tight facial lines gradually relaxed, and the sound of the piano became more natural and beautiful.
"When I was fifteen, I became a Yulin soldier, and when I was eighteen, I sang out of the fortress. The emperor gave me the land of bones, and the emperor sent me the city of Juemei. At thirty, the gold seal on the waist is yellow, and the brocade robe shines brightly by the roadside."
Beautiful singing voices poured out continuously from the small and cute lips of the musician, walking steadily with the melody.
Qingdeng was stunned for a moment, then smiled knowingly.
What the musicians sang was a widely circulated Chinese poem written by a certain Edo scholar.
Qingdeng, who likes reading and often reads to pass the time, happened to have read this poem, and he liked it quite a lot.
So, while Qingdeng was humming the tune in harmony with the musicians' singing, he slowly moved forward, his steps hitting the rhythm of the lyrics.
The Yakuzas were all stunned.
Humming songs on a tense battlefield... Such a scene has never been seen by them!
A certain Yakuza with a more impatient temper shouted:
"Damn it! If you want to fight, fight! If you want to fight, then fight! Stop making all these bells and whistles..."
At the moment when the curse was about to end, a slender black shadow flying at high speed passed through the gap between the Yakuzas and cut everyone's field of vision horizontally.
Poof!
The Yakuza heard the sound of sharp blades piercing flesh behind them.
They turned and looked back blankly.
One of their companions standing at the rear had a knife stuck in his forehead.
This man had a look of shock, and his mind was still stuck on the moment when Echizen resident Riku Mori Kaneshige flew straight towards him - and it stayed on this moment forever.
Before he fell, and before anyone else could react, a black shadow like a big bird passed in front of everyone's eyes.
With a speed that was almost as fast as a flash, Aomori "jumped" in front of the "brightly imaginative" Yakuza, and the hilt of Echizen Hitachi's sword returned to his palm.
Phew!
Qingdeng pulled out the knife, and the finger-thick "brain hole" instantly turned into a "fountain mouth", and a mixture of blood and brain matter sprayed all over the floor.
"Recalling the past when we were sent to Xiaoguandao, golden falcons struck at the cold grass in the autumn. Snake spears eight feet tall and six jun bows were used. Millions of soldiers on the frontier were as pure as sweeps. In the morning, we captured a battalion and a base in the evening, and the flags and drums were solemn and solemn for thousands of miles."
The musicians' singing is still the same.
"Fuck, bastard!"
A Yakuza wielding a short spear attacked.
Qingdeng gently twisted his body to the right and avoided the opponent's thrust.
In the next breath, he opened his arms and grabbed the barrel of the gun.
The gunman wanted to withdraw the gun body, but was shocked to find that his gun seemed to be clamped by an iron pliers. Even though he exerted all his strength, the gun barrel controlled by Qingdeng remained motionless.
How can it be so easy to defeat "Skilled Hands + 2"?
Qingdeng suddenly used a fierce force and forcefully snatched the short gun from the gunman's hand.
The thick and hard gun barrel slid out of the gunman's hand like a python emerging from its hole.
The gunman immediately felt burning pain in his palms. When he lowered his head, he saw that the skin on his palms had been torn off, revealing red muscles, and blood was oozing out.
The short gun that Qingdeng seized had a shaft made of hardwood, so it was very thick and lacked toughness. It could not be used without good arm strength.
Qingdeng doesn't know how to use a gun.
Fortunately, however, a gun is not a weapon that requires special attention to skill.
There is a saying in the martial arts world that is not entirely correct, but it does have some truth: Except for exotic weapons, the larger the weapons, such as guns, spears, and spears, the less advanced skills are needed.
Pay more attention to physical function.
If you can swing a spear that is several meters long and weighs dozens of kilograms like flying, what skills are needed? Swinging the pole like a wheel is enough to be unparalleled on the battlefield.
Qingdeng's performance perfectly proves this statement.
The next moment he grabbed the gun in his hand, Qingdeng took a deep breath, tightened his stance on his horse, and planted his feet firmly, which was enough to help his body, his body to help his arms, and his arms to help his wrists.
The short gun was pulled out for the first time and penetrated the body of its original owner...that is, the gunman.
Immediately afterwards, Qingdeng swept to the right, and the gunman's clothes, flesh and bones were torn apart by the gun blade like tissue paper.
The gun blade pulled out from the gunman's body laterally hit a person next to him. The person couldn't dodge and was directly thrown away.
"Yuan lost his horse and flew to the north of the fox. At dusk, he could not find anything. The front army was defeated and half of the ice was broken. They dug up all the gerbils and drank the horse's blood. Chanyu came back by taking advantage of the opportunity. Chen Yun's group was painted like ink. The garrison was covered with heavy snow and the battlements were high.
Soldiers follow orders as fast as hair."
The figure looks like Mo Yin and is approaching Qingdeng from three sides.
Qingdeng was not used to the fighting style of "grasping a gun in one hand and holding a knife in the other", so he threw away the short gun in his left hand without hesitation and started holding the knife in both hands again.
"Yeah!"
Someone kicked off the floor, and with a loud shout that stopped Xingyun, he ran straight into Qingdeng with a knife.
Qingdeng calmly stood half a step to the side, avoiding the opponent's life-threatening collision without taking any side.
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to launch a counterattack, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow appearing on his right side from the corner of his eye.
This man holds a wakizashi in his hand, and in the dim candlelight, the white blade gleams coldly.
Qingden jumped up lightly and easily dodged Wakizashi's sneak attack.
However, the moment Qingdeng's feet fell back to the ground, two more enemies pressed forward.
The intention of the Yakuzas is obvious: to launch a fierce offensive continuously and not give Qingteng any chance to breathe!
At first glance, Qingden has been suppressed by the opponent's crowd tactics.
"When the general shouts, the wind rises, and strange soldiers stand out like waves. Arrows fly and are scattered in the rain, and single birds suddenly escape like birds. When danger is restored, there is a god in the building, and everyone says that the general is brave and benevolent. Under the tent, there are ox-bones for the strong men.
, throwing mash into the river and drinking it for thousands of people.”
The song reaches its climax.
Accompanied by the pipa, the musicians' loud singing was like raindrops falling on a jade plate.
The high-spirited tune turned into a strong wind, dancing wildly in the ears of everyone present.
Also dancing wildly at the scene was Qing Deng’s sword light.
Facing the Yakuza's fierce attack, Qingden was neither impatient nor impetuous, and just kept moving his body laterally.
Qingdeng, who has fought countless fierce battles of "few against many", understands the importance of "movement" in group battles.
Changing positions repeatedly will tire the enemy out.
At the same time, enemies often dare not take decisive action for fear of accidentally injuring their comrades.
In this way, the originally tight formation will gradually show flaws.
When there are flaws in the enemy's formation, it's time to counterattack!
At this time, a certain Yakuza jumped up in front of Qingden.
Maybe because he was too anxious, the man didn't notice at all: his position was too prominent.
As soon as he raised his knife, a silvery flash of light slashed from right to left at the speed of lightning.
When this silver-white flash of light passed over the person's body, a line of red haze appeared behind his head.
Immediately after the red mist, there were drops of blood dripping out like rain.
This person's death is to the Yakuzas what an anthill is to a dam - seemingly irrelevant, but in fact it has laid the precursor to collapse!
The next moment, Qing Deng suddenly spread his legs and stepped in front of someone.
This time, Qingdeng did not swing the knife, but instead bent his left arm and struck the opponent's face hard with his elbow.
The elbow strike is one of the most lethal unarmed moves that humans can use.
With the blessing of the talent "Steel Bone +1", Qingden's slightly protruding elbow tip is no different from an iron cone.
The hard tip of the elbow hit the man's mouth, directly shattering his upper and lower front teeth, and he fainted on the spot.
Someone was planning to step forward to support.
But after seeing Qing Deng's extremely violent methods, he backed down on the spot.
In the next moment, an incredible scene happened before his eyes.
Qingdeng, who was retracting his left elbow a second ago, suddenly turned into an afterimage of Mohu the next second.
The next second, he suddenly felt that his vision went dark, and something covered his face - it turned out to be Qingdeng's slap.
Qingdeng ducked to his side, then extended his left palm and covered his face, effectively blocking his mouth and nose.
The man's eyes widened in horror, but before he could take countermeasures against Qingdeng's "face covering"...
Katsa.
Qingdeng used pure brute force to change the direction of his head.
"Jie Shu also wrote about Jianzhang Palace. The flowers and trees in front of the palace are blooming in the spring breeze. The ministers raised their wine glasses to congratulate the emperor and boasted about Lin Pavilion's merits. Fifty years after you came to peace, the north was lonely and dusty. Only today the emperor is full of good literature, and the white-faced scholars are in the blue clouds.
"
The sound of "clang clank" is constant.
There are only four Yakuza left who can still stand well.
These four people looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, neither willing to retreat nor dare to advance.
It was too late, but soon, Qingdeng took action!
He suddenly swung his knife and struck at the enemy's face on the right.
Broken bones flew out.
One kill.
He jumped into the air, and the knife in his hand flew down, hitting the enemy on the left in the chest.
The stumps fell off.
Two kills.
The white blade flashed, piercing the sight of the enemy in front.
Three kills!
The sword that came out of his hand flew into the chest of the enemy behind him.
Four kills!
"No one asks about the more than seventy years of creation, and no one knows about the more than seventy battles. Sometimes we gather together to talk about the past, and others point and laugh. It's over. The grapes in front of me are just drunk, and what's the point of the barley behind me?"
The song is over.
At the same time, Qingdeng pulled the knife back from the chest of the man who was finally defeated.
Qingdeng swung the knife hard, and heard a "swish" sound, and the blood stains remaining on the knife were thrown to the ground.
The sound of falling rain added the final embellishment to the musician's music.
This space that was extremely noisy before became extremely quiet at this moment.
The musician, who could not see anything, raised his head in bewilderment.
"How? I'm right, right?"
Qingdeng turned his head and whispered to the musicians.
"'Mother needs to be afraid, it will be fine soon'."
After saying that, Qingden picked up the knife and walked towards the stairs not far away.
Just when one of his feet stepped onto the wooden steps, he seemed to have remembered something. He paused, then turned his head to the side and said to the musician who was still sitting there blankly:
"Your singing voice is very good. Find a safe place to hide quickly."
After saying this, Qingdeng stopped staying and moved forward.
After a while, his figure disappeared at the deepest point of the stairs.
The blind musicians had no chance of seeing these scenes.
However, her "eyesight" was always fixed on the direction Qingdeng left.
When Qingdeng's footsteps gradually faded away, she gently pursed her red lips.
"Is this... the 'Nioh'..."
The words that only she could hear clearly floated faintly from her lips and teeth.
A touch of enlightenment swept over her beautiful face.
Suddenly, the musician strummed the strings again.
This time, she did not sing again, but recited haiku.
"The time is now, the rain is coming, it's May."
Today is a May day with drizzle.
One of the most famous haiku in Japanese history.
On May 28, the 10th year of Tensho (1582), Akechi Mitsuhide visited Atago Shrine. At a waka gathering with literati, he published this intriguing waka.
A few days later, he led his army to rebel and launched the "Honnoji Incident" that changed Japanese history, killing the master Oda Nobunaga and overthrowing the Oda clan.
If the word "Rain (AME)" in the poem is pronounced as AMA, it means "the world".
Therefore, the sentence "Rain が下しる" can be interpreted as a pun of another sentence.
And this sentence is——
Take over the world.
In this world, take over the world!
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The foreshadowing of "Qingdeng loves reading" and "Qingdeng's cultural level is very high" that have been foreshadowed in the previous article are finally used in this chapter.
It's amazing to say that today's chapter was just going to let Qing Teng kill people in an ordinary way, but when he sat at the desk, inspiration suddenly broke out: Since he was killing people in a gangsta, why not design a singer to sing next to him?
Woolen cloth?
"Melodious singing, beating people to the beat, rain of blood all over the sky" - "Leopard Leopard's Sichuan Willow"
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