Broken wolves

Chapter 408 Ye Yangjian's grandfather~~

Tokyo……

drizzle……

Dressing for three generations and knowledge of food for five generations, similarly, the layout of the mansion can also reveal a person's taste and level.The mansion of the Nakajima family is very ordinary, and for a person who controls the largest black power in Japan, it can even be said to be shabby.There are no gardens or pools, no rockery, and no valuable vegetation. Only a few plum trees and cherry blossoms are planted in the courtyard, and the sparse creepers on the wall add a touch of fresh greenness to the courtyard.The ground of the courtyard is paved with cyan floor tiles, which is simple and elegant. Under the plum tree, there is a large blue and white porcelain water tank. In the tank, several budding water lotuses are planted, and a few koi are freely stocked.There are some artistic conceptions of small bridges and flowing water, showing the good taste of the owner everywhere.

On the wall to the north of the room is a picture of dragons and phoenixes dancing.The letter reads 'Swords double dragons, snowflakes shine on hibiscus. "Down to" shoots the sky and the earth with all its light, and Lei Teng can't rush. 'The handwriting is vigorous and magnificent, and it penetrates the back of the paper.From the perspective of calligraphers, the level of this character is very average.But from the point of view of a man in armor, this word is quite like a golden sword, iron horse and sword, and it can be said that the pen is the sword.There is an old small incense burner in the center of the desk under the calligraphy and painting. Although no incense is burned, it is still filled with the air of sandalwood.On the back side of the wooden sign stands an eight-headed snake beast head knife holder, and an ivory scabbard as clear and moist as white jade stands on it...

Sitting in the room was an old man who looked a little thin, looking at the scenery in the yard in a daze. He wore a black hood over his shoulders, and a snow-white ivory-handled samurai sword was placed squarely across his shoulders. Sitting cross-legged, the edge of the blade is covered with fine forged moiré patterns, and the sharp blade surface is like a mirror, so sharp that people dare not look directly at it, as if just looking at it will hurt the eyes.The owner of the knife casually covered it with a piece of white silk to hide its edge, so he didn't pay too much attention to it. Although the old man's back still looks rickety, but he has kept the knife for 40 years, and he has become a sharp knife. , so beneficial that people dare not face it squarely!

A bare-chested young woman is kneeling in a corner of the room, pouring water and wine on her ### chest, the snow-white chest is covered with crystal clear wine beads, and the bare white back is tattooed. There is an amazing 'Sura Sword Dance Rashomon'...

'Cherry Blossom Filling' This is a Japanese-style bartending method that has been spread in Japan. It has formed a whole set of procedures as early as the Warring States Period in Japan.A systematic way was formed later in the Edo period.It is for a woman with plump breasts to bathe in cherry blossom soup and pour traditional Japanese shochu over her breasts. The wine fully blends with the unique fragrance of frankincense and cherry blossoms in her breasts, and blends in a little bit of human beauty. The body temperature will become warm, let the wine sprinkle on the body, flow down through ###, and then catch it with the wine glass, forming a cherry blossom...

"Father, please drink..." Takeo Nakajima took the eight-treasure glazed wine cup from the woman, and handed it to his father respectfully...

"Kenxiong, you are indulging Ichiro's mischief~" Tatsuhiko Nakajima enjoyed the fine wine in his mouth with his eyes closed, opened his eyes for a long time, sighed and said to his son...

"Father, you taught me a lesson..." Nakajima Takeo respectfully poured wine for his father again.

"I know, you have always wanted to do some big things. I have no objection to your career in politics or business. It has been 21 years since I took over Beiwutang! A samurai must maintain the purity of a samurai. If you tarnish the samurai spirit of Beiwutang, I will definitely I will cut you with my hand..." Tatsuhiko Nakajima did not take the wine cup again, sighed, closed his eyes again and stroked the samurai sword in his hand, which symbolizes the highest honor of Japanese samurai swords - 'Three Thousand Snows' !

"Father I know..." Takeo Nakajima put the wine cup on the table nervously, bowed his head and agreed.

"How about that child?" The old man sighed, opened his eyes slightly, and asked lightly...

"The appearance is not handsome, but he is very strong, and his manner is a bit rude. He is very similar to his father Shina. Ichiro's nose was crooked by him..." Takeo Nakajima said with a smile. It’s too ruthless, Ichiro’s ###’s nose was flattened by him, now it’s prone to nosebleeds when touched a little, and I don’t know when it will recover...

"Ah... It's been so many years, I haven't seen this child, and I don't know how much she looks like Miyuki..." Nakajima Tatsuhiko nodded, his sword eyebrows were locked together, and he fell into infinite melancholy and memories.When people get old, it is often easy to kiss each other in the next generation. Although they have never met each other since they were young, the relationship that blood is thicker than water cannot be broken.

"Yaodao, you step back, I have something to say to my father..." Takeo Nakajima knelt on one side, clapped his hands to signal the woman serving wine in the room to leave, and said in a deep tone.Although this woman has been an attendant by his father's side for many years, she is an outsider after all, and it is better not to let outsiders know some things...

The woman didn't speak, and didn't respond to Takeo Nakajima, she was still doing her own thing silently, using her snow-white chest to make cherry blossoms...

"Dao Ji, you go..." Nakajima Ryuhiko said lightly, and ordered the woman to back down. This sword attendant who has followed him for many years has always only listened to him alone. Yep, it's rare to be so stubborn...

"Yes, my lord..." The beautiful woman who was kneeling on the ground gave a deep bow, threw herself on the floor and replied, then put the wine utensils in her hands, pulled up the big white cherry blossom kimono that was unbuttoned on her body, After covering up her white and tender skin and overbearing traditional tattoos, she slowly stood up, bent slightly and stepped back...

"Father, are you thinking about your sister again?" Feeling his father's state, Takeo Nakajima sighed and asked cautiously.In Japan, the concept of class and elders has been very strong since ancient times, especially for a powerful faction like Takeo Nakajima.Because in Japan, apart from relying on their own efforts to obtain their current status, these second-generation officials and second-generation blacks largely rely on their fathers.So in Japan, it is very difficult to see the type of Ye Wenzhong, Ye Yangjian and his son wrestling their wrists at home, drinking and shouting, and practicing boxing at the same time...

"I'm tired, you go down, you should pay more attention to the affairs of the club, as for the things you are outside, you should stop..." Nakajima Tatsuhiko shook his head lightly, and waved his hand to signal his son to leave.The son is old and ambitious, and he no longer wants to listen to himself in many things, and things like obedience and obedience are indispensable.As the head of Beiwutang, Tatsuhiko Nakajima no longer has the energy to ask too much about his son, but out of a habitual warning, some things cannot be touched, and it will inevitably cause trouble. Murder...

"Good father, rest a lot..." He bowed respectfully and then turned to leave. No one noticed the cold light in his eyes when he went out...

"Miyuki, how much I want to meet that grandson named Ye Yangjian, and call him Kenjiro Nakajima..." Tatsuhiko Nakajima heard his son's footsteps gradually leaving, opened his eyes, and looked at him from his arms. He took out a photo and groped it lightly. In the photo, a young and beautiful woman was hugging a boy with a thick head and a thick head...

"Dao Ji, come in..." Nakajima Tatsuhiko put away the photo, solemnly and lovingly put it back in his arms, clapped his hands, and called his sword attendant...

"My lord..." The porch was opened, and a shadow flickered quickly, that young woman appeared in front of Tatsuhiko Nakajima like a gust of wind, knelt on the ground and lowered her head, waiting for orders.

"I am entrusted by my superiors to guard Beiwutang. That grandson is someone I have always cared about. If that child comes to Japan in the future, I hope you can help me protect him secretly, and don't let the radical old stubborn gang of Koga Liu hurt him." Seeing him, there are some matters, it is inconvenient for us old people to come forward, you go on my behalf, take Sanqianxue there when necessary, and tell them not to interfere in anything if they don't want to be destroyed..." Nakajima Tatsuhiko picked up his ivory The samurai sword, while wiping it with white silk, said lightly, Tatsuhiko Nakajima seems to have more words for himself as a sword servant than for his son and grandson...

"Hey..." The young woman called Dao Ji nodded and solemnly agreed, but her heart was already horrified!Sanqianxue's lofty status in Japan is something the emperor would bow to when he sees it...

"Old man, we've been fighting for a lifetime, we've been enemies and we've been in-laws, don't we have to use our own flesh and blood this time to meet each other?" Nakajima Tatsuhiko looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and sighed slightly ... (Don't think that Coke will be written as fantasy, supernatural powers, etc., this is just a foreshadowing. No matter how awesome the samurai ninja is, China's domestic 56 punches use bullets that cost 6 cents a round, and they can still headshot in one shot...Later Wolves There will be a fierce fight in Japan, so dig a hole in advance, and then slowly bury the soil...)