I interpret life in Tokyo

This caused many young people in the restaurant to light up their eyes, and they couldn't help but flick there from the corner of their eyes, hoping that when the woman looked back, those mysterious purple eyes would take a look at her, then death would be worth it.

"That's the lady from the General's Mansion." The diners who knew the woman whispered to each other.

"Sure enough, she is slim and tall, which makes people imagine. The most important thing is that she is not yet married. I heard that many suitors visit the general every day, begging to see the general's daughter, but they are all rejected."

When they heard that it was the general's daughter, some people's eyes shrank back and flinched.If it is an ordinary family, they can still pursue it, but she is the daughter of a general, and no matter what, it will not be their turn for the sons of merchants.

Although the status of merchants is higher than that of farmers, they are still not enough to be seen in Jiangmen.

The eyes of the other youths lit up. They had long swords pinned to their waists. They looked at each other, and they all ignited a spark of competition.

Judging from their attire, they looked heroic and extraordinary, with delicate and luxurious feathers on their bodies, and the sheath of the tachi sword at their waists was also painted.

Compared with those businessmen, their status is more noble. . .As a samurai, it is more likely to enter the general's mansion.

The young man turned his gaze to the side, fixed his cold eyes on the girl for a moment, and glanced downwards with the arc of the corner of his mouth, which turned into an inaudible sigh, and turned his eyes out of the window again.

Feeling the staring girl's complexion turning pink quietly, she quietly turned her head and glanced at the young man sitting in the corner, seeing that he didn't look at her, the light pink quickly melted and turned back to white, and there was also a touch of sadness in her eyes.

The third party cannot feel the transmission between the eyes.

The young man clenched his right hand slightly, then let go, seeing the girl turn around out of the corner of his eye, he shook his head.

He focused on the food, switched the ancient knife to his left hand, and stirred the half-cold rice and soup mixture with a spoon in his right hand.

"Bah!"

The originally calm and peaceful atmosphere of the tavern was broken by a rough knock on the door, and a few heavily armed warriors walked in. Their eyes were like vultures, and they carried a kind of madness after abandoning themselves.

"What are you looking at!" One of them said coldly, and the sword was slightly unsheathed.

A child was frightened and cried. His mother quickly held him in her arms, patted his back and softly coaxed him.

The head of the rough guy sat on the table in the middle, looked around, and suddenly shouted on the ground: "Where is Xiaoer? Where did you die? Is this the service attitude of you?"

Xiao Erxia's legs trembled, and under the urging of Tusihu's sad eyes, he hurriedly squeezed out a sneer, but this smile was uglier and more funny than crying.

"Hush... Keep your voice down, they seem to be warriors from the Toyotomi family."

"Hiss—how dare they appear in a town under the jurisdiction of the shogunate like this?"

"Shut up, they're here."

The taller samurai with a scar in the corner of his eye looked over coldly, frightened the diners who were gossiping just now shrunk their heads and dared not speak.

The burly man looked at the young warriors who shrank back and dared not step forward, and sneered, his face full of contempt.

His disdain was felt by everyone present. Those young warriors who had made up their minds to marry the general's daughter blushed, and one of them had already touched the hilt of the knife on his side.

"Are you going to draw your knife?"

What came to his face was the bloody murderous aura left on the battlefield.

This is too exciting for young people who have never experienced a battle. For a while, several young warriors who drew their swords felt that they were in a sea of ​​corpses and blood. The indifferent eyes of the rough man were like executioners. nothing.

"what--"

A young samurai screamed in fear, and ran towards the door of the tavern. His neatly combed long hair was in a mess at this time, and he looked like a refugee fleeing from the country.

The last burly man who hadn't spoken until now suddenly drew his knife, and the long knife drew a beautiful trajectory in the air.

The young man who was watching from the side focused his eyes, and then looked away.

The young samurai clutched his throat and looked at the burly samurai in horror. He opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something, but the only thing he spit out was the hoo-hoo sound of blood bubbling in his throat.

Bah!

As the young warrior fell to his knees, the burly man put the knife back into its sheath, snorted softly, and snatched the wine that Xiao Er was holding in both hands, regardless of the blood under his feet. He was really afraid that Xiao Er's arms would tremble Shen spilled the good rice wine.

"Killed!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Where are the samurai of the shogunate, it's disgusting."

There are all kinds of beings in the tavern, and they shrank to the corner without the power to restrain the chicken, even the young samurai with a dagger pinned to his waist was no exception.

Seeing the swordsmanship that instantly killed their companions just now, they were terrified. In fact, no one dared to step forward or run away.

"We came here to find someone."

The rough man didn't look at the ugly gestures of people under danger, but stirred the tofu and pickles with a spoon, mixed them with the wine and swallowed them down his throat.

"The general's daughter, I know she's here." He smiled, but the muscles on his face made this smile look very sinister, "To tell you the truth, we are the remnants of the Toyotomi family that you say."

He glanced at the few diners who were talking about the three of them just now, and the latter immediately knelt down on the ground with trembling legs, begging them to spare their lives.

"We, who are already bereaved dogs, naturally have to try our best to bite off a piece of meat from the shogunate."

"Now, hand over the general's daughter, and you can still live."

The girl shrunk behind the crowd froze. She bit her lower lip tightly. Before she could react, someone pushed her from the back.

"The general's daughter is here!"

The eyes of the originally amiable folks were so indifferent at this time, the girl looked at the people behind her in disbelief, their eyes looked at her with such disgust, as if she was something ominous.

Pushing and shoving her again caused her to fall to the ground, the rough man laughed out loud when he saw this, the laughter was full of understanding and joy.

"Hahaha, this is the reality." He pulled out the sword at his waist and talked loudly, "Look at the faces of these people, and remember them deeply in your mind."

With the sword erected, the rough man looked indifferently at the girl curled up, "There is no enmity between you and me, it's just that your life is bad."

At this moment, the girl had tears in her eyes. At the last moment of her life, her life passed before her eyes like a revolving lantern.

Studying, growing up, and living in the general's mansion only take up a very small part.

More, it is the cherry blossom rain.

Among the pink petals, the woman quietly watched the young man practicing sword silently on the other side of the river, day and night.

One day the petals dazed her eyes, when the woman wiped off the petals in front of her face, she saw that the young man was also watching her, smiling with blue eyes that could speak.

Messy flowers, charming eyes.

A gust of wind blew by, and a scabbard stood in front of the Taidao and the girl abruptly. The rough man's slash felt wrong, so he let out an interesting cry, raised his head, and stared at the blow just blocked by him with raised eyebrows. youth.

"Lianxiangxiyu?" He sneered, "You look too young, it's a pity to die... But it's much better than those eggless things."

The faces of the young samurai hiding in the crowd turned red, they could not vent their anger, they only hoped that the samurai from the shogunate would come quickly and kill the three rough men on the spot.

"Back off."

Holding an ancient knife in both hands, the boy said softly to the girl who was about to cry. The latter's eyes were full of joy and satisfaction—at least he had me in his heart, and that was enough.

"Ah."

The two looked at each other for a moment, but it seemed like they were talking a thousand words to each other.

The ancient knife was lifted up to the top of the head, blocking the strong blow from the burly man, and the two stepped back a few steps each.

Such strong strength, such sharp swordsmanship.

The thick man was aroused. At this time, he seemed to be teasing the prey that had fallen into the trap. He turned his head and smiled at the tall and thin warrior and the strong warrior, "None of you are allowed to do anything. I will play with this kid." .”

Hearing these words, the young man didn't feel underestimated or humiliated. He understood that if the three of them went up together, what awaited him was instant death.

If he fights alone, he still has a chance.

The young man's eyes gradually became indifferent, he let out a breath of foul air slowly, and the blade rolled upwards.

spirit.

As murderous.

The way of the sword is as delicate as flowing water, slow and long, the young man is in the center of the blue waves, stirring the sword energy of the wind and cloud.

"Crack!"

The two knives collided again, and the boy lowered his shoulders to avoid the slash from the rough man.There was a flash of light in his eyes, the ancient knife was slowly withdrawn, and then he drew it again with lightning speed.

The sword is like a spring breeze, and the cherry blossoms are like blood. This sword blows away the cherry blossoms in the sky.

The two exchanged positions invisibly, and the ancient knife in the young man's hand fell to the ground, with a streak of bright red blood on the blade.

"What a sword-drawing skill. I didn't expect you to be a ronin warrior with such sharp sword skills."

The shirt on the chest of the burly man was cut by an ancient knife. He covered his chest with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "I admit, I underestimated you."

He stood up again, and it could be seen that his wound was not deep, it was the result of the young man's full blow, but no matter in terms of physique or experience, he was far inferior to the rough man.

The young man saw blood on his right arm. Now that he is the prey, it is not easy for him to injure the hunter.

He tore off a piece of cloth and slowly bandaged the wound.

The girl bit her lower lip, crossed her hands and fingers in front of her chest, praying for the young man to escape safely.

Yes, escape.

The young man didn't hear the voice of the girl behind him. He stood up straight again, holding the ancient knife in his right hand and the scabbard in his left, focusing on his lower body.

"Heh, injured wolf, do you want to protect your master even if you die?"

"Go ahead, fulfill his wish, and kill him."

The thick man gave an order with indifferent eyes. The tall and thin warrior and the strong warrior drew their swords with a sneer at the same time. They were not going to play with the young man, and they used the deadliest swordsmanship as soon as they came up.

The boy dodged a cold sword technique capable of cutting open the neck, and the blade rolled up another incoming Taidao, and sent it out again like flowing water.

The tall and thin warrior took a step back, his facial expression did not change, but there was some pity in his eyes, and he continued to swing his saber again.

In the stormy combo, the young man was one against two. Even under such a disadvantage, he still kept his mouth shut, did not make any sound, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

What he uses is the current popular kendo, Ertian is first-class.

His shoulders are broad and he can hold up a sky alone.

But now he has to hold up two heavens, his and hers!

"Humph!"

Blood was seen on the young man's shoulders and abdomen at the same time. He staggered back a few steps, propped his sword on the ground, and stabilized his body.

Behind him was a trembling girl.

He can no longer retreat.

"Give up." The rough man said lightly, with a rare hint of appreciation in his words, "Give us the woman behind you, and we will save your life. It's a pity for a warrior like you to die here."

The young man stood still, with sharp eyes, took a breath slowly, changed the way he held the knife, and made a gesture of closing the knife behind him.

He will never step back and protect those behind him.

"Is that so... What a pity." The rough man sighed, drew out his long knife and stood in front of the two of them, pointing the tip of the knife at the boy.

One knife is like the cold wind on the battlefield.

At the moment when the Taidao stabbed, the boy decisively drew the sword out of its sheath. The ancient sword brushed against the Taidao, like sparks from a silver tree, and the Taidao cut it off.

The tall and thin warrior had a sneer on his face, and the blood sprayed from his throat soaked the young man's clothes.

Two sabers, the young man withdrew the saber, and drew aside the scabbard to block the sharp slash of the burly warrior. The light of the saber was like a swimming dragon, flying and flying, and blooming in the wind like a snow lotus.

The burly samurai looked at his chest in disbelief, murmured some foul words, took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

Three swords, the sword technique is like a storm, the eyes of the rough man are already blood red, and the sword is becoming more and more fierce.

"puff!"

The ancient sword did not deflect the rough man's swinging trajectory much, the two swords collided, the young man's mouth bled, his chest was pierced by the Taidao, and blood sprayed out.

And the rough man couldn't get anything good, he was stabbed in the abdomen, staggered back a few steps, covered the wound and fell to the ground.

The young man turned his head slowly, his blue eyes were extremely calm, as if imprinting the girl's appearance in his heart.

At this moment, his straightened back had no strength to continue to support it. He slowly put the ancient sword pillar on the ground and knelt on the ground.

"cough--"

The girl hurriedly covered the young man's chest with her hands, tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes, she couldn't stop it no matter what.

Tears dropped from the amethyst's eyes, dripping on the young man's face that was gradually losing its color.

She opened her mouth and said the words she'd always wanted to say but never had the chance to say.

The girl knew that this was her last chance.

"Lang Jun..."