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Koga Village, a remote village located on the Nagasaki Peninsula under the rule of the Matsuura family. In order to show his support for Ren Siqi, www.biquge.info Matsuura Dong, the of the pen "Fun", lent this village to Ren Siqi and used it as a station for the recruited wandering samurai.

The village is small, with only a few dozen families, all honest farmers. There is a large compound in the center of the village, which is the annex of the Matsuura family, which is used as a warehouse for collecting land endowments on weekdays, and the Matsuura family occasionally stays here temporarily. Now the entire courtyard is temporarily used by the Qiyun Trading House, and many new wooden shacks have been built against the walls of the courtyard to serve as residences for the recruited samurai.

All recruited samurai had to pass a test by Li Xingjiu, and only those who were skilled in martial arts were accepted.

In Japan, the peasants lived a very miserable life, most of the food produced was taken away by the nobles to which they belonged, and the surplus food was difficult to even satisfy their stomachs, and they were hungry for half of the year. As a result, many samurai or descendants of samurai who lost their heads preferred to wander around rather than become farmers.

Many samurai were dressed in rags, starved every day, and wandered around with ancestral katanas, and if they were lucky, they would be accepted by the nobles, and if they were unlucky, they could only be bandits.

Nagasaki is now Japan's only foreign trade port, and countless samurai gathered in Nagasaki in the hope of gaining the appreciation of the shipowners from the Ming Dynasty and getting a subsistence job.

Therefore, when they saw the notices posted on the streets of Nagasaki, many samurai came to apply, and the popularity was comparable to that of later job fairs. Although the salary of two taels of silver per month is not very high, it is enough to eat and live! For a wandering samurai, it's nice to have a job, but who picks and chooses?

Li Xingjiu stood in the middle of the large field of the courtyard, and all the samurai who came to apply for the recruitment had to pass his assessment.

A young samurai in a tattered samurai uniform stood in front of Li Xingjiu with his katana clenched in both hands, his nervous feet trembling. The killing god on the other side was too powerful, and several samurai were eliminated because they couldn't block his blow.

"Are you ready?" Li Xingjiu asked impatiently, his figure suddenly moving forward, and the narrow katana went straight to the throat of the young samurai. The young samurai was startled, and the long knife in his hand desperately blocked outward. However, the imaginary collision did not appear, and Li Xingjiu's wrist trembled slightly, and the long knife deviated at an incredible angle, flashed past the opponent's block, and returned to the original direction of the stabbing with another shock.

The young warrior's body trembled, and he suddenly stiffened, and he felt a chill in his throat.

"Let's go back and practice again!" Li Xingjiu withdrew his narrow katana, and his cold words made the young samurai ashamed.

There was a commotion among the wandering warriors waiting for the competition.

"Takeshita-kun was also defeated, why is the Akito on the other side so powerful?"

"What to do? I'm not sure I'll be able to block his blow! ”

The samurai who are not strong have gray faces, and those who feel that their strength is not bad are eager to try.

"Let me come, Jiro Takada has come to ask for advice!" A middle-aged samurai came out of the crowd and saluted Li Xingjiu respectfully, Li Xingjiu's strength had been recognized by all the samurai present.

Li Xingjiu didn't speak, and he didn't return the salute. After waiting for the middle-aged samurai to stand up straight, he attacked.

"Dang!" The middle-aged warrior walked vigorously, moved sideways, and let go of Li Xingjiu's attack, and the long knife leaned against his chest to block Li Xingjiu's change of move.

"You've passed the test, go inside and change your clothes!" Li Xingjiu withdrew his long knife, did not attack again, and commanded lightly.

The middle-aged samurai was overjoyed, bowed down to Li Xingjiu, and entered the mansion. Qiyun Trading House spent a lot of money to customize hundreds of Ming-style samurai uniforms in Nagasaki. Every Japanese samurai who passed the test was given a new set of clothes, although it was not the same style as the usual samurai uniform, but everyone happily changed into new clothes. Take a bath, change into new clothes, and then eat, a pot of fragrant rice with fish and vegetables, and the whole person's mental outlook is immediately different after eating and drinking.

At the gate, the assessment continues.

A samurai with a scar on his face stood in front of Li Xingjiu without saying a word, making Li Xingjiu frown.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Li Xingjiu didn't want to say more. Raising his sword, he launched an attack on the opponent. Who knew that the scar-faced warrior on the opposite side was very powerful, and he lightly flashed Li Xingjiu's attack, and actually swung his knife to Li Xingjiu's ribs, so that Li Xingjiu's follow-up attack could not be carried out, and he could only swing his knife to block.

"Dangchang", the crisp sound of the exchange sounded, Li Xingjiu's spirit was lifted, the test was all morning, and finally a decent opponent came! It immediately stimulated his desire to compete. Hope.

Li Xingjiu did not attack in a hurry, but clenched the long knife with both hands, staring at the other party with hungry wolf-like eyes, moving his footsteps, observing the flaws of the other party.

The scar-faced samurai was motionless, holding the hilt of the long knife in one right hand, and standing on both feet, just observing Li Xingjiu's movements with the peripheral vision of his eyes.

The other party looked quiet, but Li Xingjiu didn't find any flaws in him.

Li Xingjiu has been practicing knives since he was a child, and he has been indulged in a long knife for more than ten years, he is a talented and highly talented person, he is the number one master in Hirashima, and he has never met an opponent in the waters near the Ryukyus for many years. But judging from the simple fight just now, Li Xingjiu knew that he had encountered a strong opponent.

The steps were easy, Li Xingjiu's mind was spinning, and a pair of eyes stared at the other party tightly, trying to observe the other party's flaws.

The onlookers were silent, and everyone did not dare to speak, for fear of affecting the two people present.

Moving with his footsteps, Li Xingjiu turned to the back of the Scarface Samurai, who was only slightly sideways, facing Li Xingjiu sideways.

Li Xingjiu's feet were forced, the long knife cut through the air, and quickly stabbed towards the opponent's back, and the knife speed was so fast that it made a sound of breaking the air.

The middle-aged man with a scarface turned slightly, and lightly used the long knife to hold Li Xingjiu's long knife, and his wrist exerted force to push Li Xingjiu's long knife outward.

Li Xingjiu's long knife was withdrawn, and he stabbed forward quickly, and the two knives of "Dangchang" and "Dangchang" exchanged blows continuously, and they exchanged attacks many times in a short period of time, but every time Li Xingjiu's attack was easily resolved by the opponent.

"Who is this, why is it so powerful!"

"What kind of genre is this, why can't I see it?"

"Of course you can't see it, because he didn't attack at all!"

There was a lot of discussion all around, and the Japanese samurai were speculating about the origin of the Scarface Samurai.

After the two knives intersected again, Li Xingjiu stopped attacking.

"Why don't you fight back?" Li Xingjiu asked coldly.

The Scarface Warrior was silent for a moment, and said truthfully: "My sword technique has not yet been completed, I am afraid that I will not be able to control the offensive and there will be casualties!" ”

"You!" Li Xingjiu's face turned red, and he was about to get angry.

"Alright, alright, you've passed the test, go get your clothes!" Cao Changjiang, who had been watching for a long time, grabbed Li Xingjiu and hurriedly ordered. He could see that Li Xingjiu was no match for this scar-faced warrior at all.

The Scarface Samurai bowed and walked towards the courtyard. (To be continued.) )