The rich people in Osaka were angry, and everyone in the world was terrified

Since ancient times, the town has been the commercial center of as a seaside port and a large number of merchants.

Sakurakan

A large number of cherry trees have been planted, and although it is only early January, it is not the cherry blossom season, so you can imagine how beautiful it would be if the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

There was a samurai wearing a hat and staring at the gate, his clothes discolored and his long sword and scabbard old, and he looked very tired from the long journey.

The spring drizzle was beating down on the road, and it was already dusk, and there was a tavern not far away, and the samurai went in, ordered a glass of sake and drank it, and he squinted his eyes, as if he had experienced the taste of sake.

"Sakurakan in the distance?"

"It's the Sakura Pavilion of the Omada family!"

"Which one is Konda?"

"Who knows, there are many samurai and families in the world, maybe it's a broken family!"

"It's not like, this cherry blossom house is bought for 3,000 guan, and 500 stone white rice is bought at a time, which is worth 2,000 kan, and from time to time I buy expensive spices, but I buy a lot of fresh fish and meat......

"O samurai family who eat meat, no wonder they lost their land. ”

This samurai listened to the discussion in the tavern, his eyes showed a cold light, and he subconsciously touched the cold hilt, which was a long knife, very sharp.

The interior of the Sakura Pavilion

A merchant prostrated himself and bowed to the superior Wang Cunye, saying, "Jintian Palace, this is the gift list that the Lord has ordered me to bring, please pay respect." ”

Matsumae Uemon stepped forward to take it and handed it to Wang Cunye, the so-called Omada Kuninobu was a name that Wang Cunye came up with temporarily, which was meaningless.

Wang Cunye took it, bowed his head, opened it to read, and the merchant below quietly watched his movements, the young warrior in front of him had sharp eyes, and even his every move exuded a certain calm and dangerous aura.

"One hundred stone rice, five hundred taels of gold, no land?" Wang Cunye said casually, land means little to him, but he can't be wronged.

"Knowing and doing is related to the qualifications of the lineage samurai, the Lord said...... If you want to hang it under the daimyo, you can do it, but if you're a shrine samurai, you'll have to wait a while. The merchant spoke, a myriad of questions and indescribable envy welling up in his chest.

No matter how rich the Fuso merchants were, it was difficult for them to buy hereditary land.

"That's it!" Wang Cunye lowered his body slightly, looked left and right, and it was obvious that Inoko Left Guard and Matsumae Right Gate showed disappointed looks, so with a smile: "In this way, you tell your family master, I hope there will be clear news within half a year." ”

"Hi...... But the Lord said that the next task was ......"

Wang Cunye waved his hand, stopped him from speaking, and forced his eyes down: "Tell your master, I don't want to take on any tasks before all the rewards are in place, don't treat me as an assassin or a courtier, sometimes the blessings and misfortunes are all in my heart!"

"Hey!" the merchant flashed a hint of anger, and in the blink of an eye, he pressed down again, prostrated and bowed, and after answering, he stood up silently and went out.

"Matsumae Uemon, you take someone to move the goods. ”

Wang Cunye ignored it, and said as he ordered, seeing that this Matsumae Uemon had answered, he took a few pirates to move the goods, and sat and drank tea, but his mind sank into the sea of knowledge, and in the sea of knowledge, a cloud of crimson was already only the last little imprint in the stubborn resistance.

The god of green mountains has the tenacity of a mountain, but for the turtle shell, it is still a little irresistible grinding, slowly refining, constantly hanging down, and falling into the spirit pool.

At this moment, the last bit of imprint faded away, in the moment of consumption, I only felt that the surroundings were quiet, and I felt a green mountain in a trance, I don't know how much time had passed, my whole body was shocked, and then I woke up, and I looked at it intently, only to see that the red qi was refined, and the spiritual pool had reached nine feet.

The spirit pool between human immortals and ghost immortals is at most nine feet, which can make the true seed absorb and turn into a true spirit.

At this time, the red water in the pool rippled, the real seed breathed slightly, and the two circulated with each other, producing mysterious and unpredictable changes, a trace of condensation and growth, and there was an indescribable feeling - baby!

Wang Cunye's spiritual platform was clear, and he understood that he could give birth to a true spirit now, so he no longer hesitated, turned around and went to the quiet room, and instructed: "Pig Zuo Bingwei, you take people to guard outside, don't let people disturb you." ”

"Hey!" Pig Left Guard replied in a loud voice.

Wang Cunye got up, went to the quiet room, and sat down.

I saw that in a thought, the true seed was like a twin, exhaling and inhaling, and the purified red water was absorbed into it, and the true seed grew slightly.

Originally, the true spirit was officially raised, but the first level was "vain return to the truth", which was essentially produced by the impurities hidden in the mana, but the red water purified by the turtle shell was extremely pure, without the slightest change, and it was growing at all, and the fetal water was sympathetic.

The slightest trace of red water was inhaled, and the aura in the sky was constantly inhaled by a powerful attraction, forming a funnel-shaped, which was the result of the true kind of vigorous exhalation when the Yin God was achieved.

In the sky above the cherry blossom building, the wind and rain suddenly blew down, and hit the trees in a whistling sound......

"How much?" the samurai asked, getting up.

"One hundred and twenty wen, thank you for your patronage. The shopkeeper bowed and said.

"Here you go!" the samurai took out the money, put it on the table, and without bargaining with the shopkeeper, he put on the hat, pressed it very low, and went out of the door of the tavern, and crossed over, as if to avoid the rain, and thus went down from the trees in front of the Sakura House.

This action is very normal, only a short walk, close to the door, a guard pirate, only to turn his face to look, I saw the long knife pulled out in the rainy night, the pirate saw the sudden change of color, about to draw the knife, at this moment, this samurai has a flash of sword.

The sound of the long knife piercing through his body was brittle, not very loud, and the pirate only made a half-sound, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and when the knife was pulled out, he fell to the ground at once.

The blood that flowed from his body dissolved in the rain and spread out in the doorway, and the samurai drew his sword and bent down to examine it a little.

Cold raindrops fell from the side, flowing to the ground with blood, and the whole body convulsed, and there was some breath, but it was definitely not alive.

The samurai stepped on the door, the rain and fog were hazy, it was already night, only a little farther away there was a faint light, the rain wet clothes, made him look a little gloomy, the samurai took a breath, stepped on the door and entered.

As soon as he entered, there was a flash of the sword, and with a loud sound, a pirate who was poking his head out to check was cut in half of his neck, and he touched it in disbelief and let out a hiss.

This scream immediately woke up the pirates inside.

The moment he turned into the corridor, the samurai, out of the instinct of a warrior, raised his sword in front of him, only to hear a "poof", and the powerful impact shook the sword body.

In the next moment, the tip of a sharp knife stabbed straight at him, and the samurai flipped back, stabbed again, and a sound and shadow let out a scream and fell out.

It was a pirate who was holding the ground with a knife, and blood was constantly spurting from his mouth and chest.

The samurai was silent, and with a wave of his long knife, the pirate could no longer support it and threw himself on the ground.

The samurai walked to the corner of the stairs, crouched down cautiously, kept his body as close to the wall as possible, paused for a second, and burst out of the corner, and the sword flashed into the body of a pirate.

This is a strong pirate, and when he was hit by this sword, he suddenly felt dizzy.

"This samurai is here to kill the Lord. The pirate thought of this instantly, and the next moment, he remembered the first time he served white rice, and his mother said, "After eating white rice, you can die with peace of mind." ”

The pirate's gaze instantly met the samurai's gaze, and he pounced with all his strength, and the long knife penetrated deep into the pirate's body, and the sound of the tip of the blade piercing was shocking.

The pirate's hands trembled, but he clutched the long knife desperately, and even the strength of the samurai could not be pulled out for a while.

At this moment, a knife slashed, and the sharp tip of the knife slashed straight over, and the samurai instantly gave up the long knife and retreated, but there was still blood splattered on his chest.

The pirate laughed silently, exhaled, and fell heavily to the ground.

Pig Zuobei came out with a long knife, stared at the samurai coldly, stepped forward, raised the knife over the top, pointed straight at the tip of the knife, and rushed out angrily.

"Who are you, why do you want to kill the lord?" Pig Zuobei's anger turned into cold words and spewed out.

People who have not gone through the life of the ronin do not know the pain of the ronin at all, every year when the spring snow melts, Jiezhen can always carry out more than a dozen corpses, some of the corpses are still holding the handle of the knife, and they can't even pry it open, so they have to be cremated with a sword, or buried.

It's not that he died in battle, he starved to death and froze to death, and those who didn't pass through didn't know the lowliness of human life at all, so the white rice in the cherry blossom hall made the pirates so enthusiastic.

Not only that, but the short contact made the pirates and the two samurai all have the ambition to obtain Zhixing, and I have to say that Wang Cunye does have indescribable infectious power.

The Lord is so strong, he will definitely be able to take us to gain knowledge and action, and make the children and grandchildren have white rice to eat, it is this idea that makes the heart of the Pig Left Guard full of anger at this time.

However, he was not short of stratagem, and when he opened his mouth at this time, he saw the samurai's chest, and the blood spread, as long as he delayed a little longer......

The samurai was keenly aware of Inoko's thoughts, and his body instantly retreated backwards, disappearing in front of his eyes, which was astonishing faster than Inoko Zuobei expected.

In the flash of light, the pig left guard didn't miss it in the slightest, and his body naturally pounced.

The samurai picked up a pirate's long knife, turned around, and stabbed with a backhand without hesitation, which was the action of the body and the knife in one, and the long knife stabbed out.

If Wang Cunye is here, he will find that the speed, angle, and arc trajectory of this spin backstab are all perfect, implying the mystery of kendo.

"Poof!" The two voices staggered, the blade spilled blood, and the left guard of the pig stood for a moment, and fell down with a "boom".

The samurai was half-kneeling, with his sword on the ground, his back oozing bright red, gradually expanding, the two wounds in the front and back were shocking, he struggled to get up, stared at the quiet room in the distance, and stepped on it step by step.

Blood dripped down and crackled audibly.

(To be continued)