I was a swordsman in ancient Japan

“I still want to go home”

Looking at the boy with tears in his eyes, Zong Hai pursed his lips tightly.

"Tian Taro, don't cry." Zong Hai showed a gentle smile to the boy again, "Well, let me tell you the story of Yidao Zhai's brave fight against the demon monk, and after listening to the story, don't cry anymore. "

As soon as Zong Hai's words fell, the boy's face immediately turned from cloudy to sunny:

"Story? Really?"

"Really." Zong Hai nodded with a smile, "Okay, if you want to hear the story, stop your tears."

Kyoto, home of Fuma

"Master Feng! Here we come again!"

"Huh?" Feng Mo, whose back became even more hunched, slowly walked out of the living room and looked towards the door.

Looking at the three female dolls who were only about 3 years old standing at the door, Feng Mo smiled wryly and said:

"Why are you here again?"

"Didn't you say that, Master Feng? If you want to come, you can come again at any time. Alright, Master Feng, hurry up and continue telling us stories! As a reward, the three of us will help you clean up your home!"

"The things I told you are not stories!" Feng Mo feigned anger, "These are all history! It's the real history that happened to me before!"

As soon as Feng Mo finished speaking, the three female dolls laughed out loud.

"Master Feng! It's not like you are bragging. Could it be that what you said a few days ago that you broke into the bandit camp alone and killed more than 30 bandits by yourself is also a real history that happened to you?"

"That's right." Feng Mo tried his best to puff up his chest, "Don't look at me like this now, I used to be very powerful."

After finishing speaking, Feng Mo turned and went back to the living room.

"Okay, if you want to hear my talk about history, come in quickly. I just happen to be very free today, and I have so much time to spend."

"Hahaha, that's just right! With the three of us often coming to listen to your stories, Master Feng, you won't feel lonely anymore!"

Looking at the three little ghost-sized girls, Feng Mo's face had a smile of helplessness and a bit of relief and joy.

Edo, Yoshiwara

"Why are you so courageous?"

Gua Sheng played with the wooden knife in his hand, and cast a contemptuous look at a middle-aged man in front of him who was tied up and terrified.

"Dare to steal money in Yoshiwara in broad daylight, and it's still the money of a wandering girl."

"I, I, I dare not!" The middle-aged man kowtowed to Guasheng in fear and admitted his mistake, "I, I, I, I will never steal again! Please let me go! Let me go!"

Gua Sheng naturally ignored the middle-aged man's begging for mercy.

"Put him in the club first and lock him up." Gua Sheng said to his companions beside him, "After the officials from the enforcement office arrive, then hand him over to the enforcement office."

Standing next to Guasheng, the officials from the Shiro Bingwei clubhouse shouted "yes" in unison, and then rushed forward, escorting the ashen-faced middle-aged man to the clubhouse.

After the middle-aged man who committed the crime was taken away, Gua Chang let out a sigh of relief, then raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face.

"It's so hot, why is it already September, and it's still so hot?" Gua Sheng raised his head, staring at the blue sky above his head with a resentful expression.

"I don't want to patrol in this weather"

Guasheng sighed heavily, then silently retracted the wooden knife in his hand to his waist, and prepared to patrol around Yoshihara again.

But at this moment, a very strange and thick male voice sounded from behind Gua Sheng:

"Good morning! Are you Miss Guasheng?"

"Huh?" Gua Sheng turned his head suspiciously following the sound.

I saw that the person who called her to stop just now was a strong man with a very free and easy personality.

Beside the strong man stood a thin young man.

Gua Sheng didn't know either the strong man or the young man standing next to him.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

"My surname is Hosaka!" The strong man said loudly, "Recently, I am trying to write a puppet show based on Goro Mashima with my companions!"

"Because I heard that Goro Mashima was a good friend of you when he was working at the Shirobei Clubhouse in Yoshihara, so we thought of interviewing you! Collect materials for writing!"

"Mashima Goro? A puppet show?" Gua Sheng's beautiful eyes widened in surprise, "If it's convenient, you can tell me: Why do you want to write a puppet show based on Xu, no, Mashima Goro ?"

"Oh, of course!"

Hosaka briefly told Guasheng about their experience of suppressing bandits with Mashima Goro in the Northeast, and why they decided to write a puppet show based on Mashima Goro.

After knowing the reason, Gua Sheng's expression gradually became weird.

"A puppet show based on Mashima Goro?"

"Then you are really asking the right person!"

The weird look on Gua Sheng's face gradually turned into a brilliant smile.

"I know a lot about Goro Mashima!"

"If you want to ask anything, just ask! I will know everything!"

Edo, Yoshiwara, Mimeya

"Isn't the salary for working at the Shirobei Club in Yoshihara too low? If this is the case, how long will I have to wait until I can raise enough money to practice martial arts?"

Mrs. Wind Chime joked to the young man who was sitting behind her complaining:

"Five or six, if you haven't saved enough money, you can stay here and work. I think you are quite suitable for the job of guarding Yoshihara."

"Stop kidding, do you think I'm the kind of person who will spend his whole life in a small place like Yoshiwara?"

Edo, in an ordinary private house

Uncle Qing sat cross-legged in the living room, dexterously assembling birdcages one after another with his hands.

"Hey! Keitaro! I have a letter from you!" At this moment, a neighbor shouted from outside the house.

Hearing this loud shout, Uncle Qing quickly bounced off the ground as if he had been electrocuted, and ran to the door quickly.

When he came back, Uncle Qing was already holding a simple letter with a smirk on his face.

Opening the envelope and pulling out the letter paper inside, looking at the awkwardly written Chinese characters on the letter paper, Uncle Qing smiled dumbly:

"Has Komachi started learning to write Chinese characters? It's ugly."

Even though every Chinese character written by Ah Ding was too ugly to look at directly, Uncle Qing still read slowly and relish each word.

After finally reading the last word, he reluctantly folded and put away the letter paper.

"It seems that Komachi has been doing well recently."

Uncle Qing sat back on the ground, humming a cheerful little tune while continuing to make the birdcage to be sold tomorrow.

Edo, the residence of Huofu Thief Kai

Hasegawa has been so busy recently that he can't wait to split his body in half.

After returning to Edo, he immediately fulfilled his duties as an official of the shogunate, and immediately reported to his immediate superior: Matsudaira Sadanobu the whole story of his being captured by the Toyotomi clan, as well as the facts about the Toyotomi clan. All intelligence.

Of course it is optional.

He deleted all the content related to Ogata.

Hasegawa originally thought that Matsudaira Sadanobu would be quite shocked after listening to his report. After all, the news that "the Toyotomi family's bloodline has not been cut off, and they are trying to compete for the world again after 200 years" is sensational and shocking no matter how you hear it. incredible.

But who knows that after finishing the report, Matsudaira Sadanobu's performance is quite calm.

Looks like he knew the existence and ambition of the Toyotomi family for a long time

This made Hasegawa quite surprised and depressed

He originally thought that after finishing the report that "it will definitely scare Matsudaira Jonobu", he would see some interesting expressions on the face of Matsudaira Jonobu who is always expressionless.

After being rewarded with a little money and receiving a sentence from Matsudaira Sadanobu, "Thanks for your hard work", Hasegawa returned to his original identity and life as the chief officer of Huofu Thief Kai and the manager of the Renjiao Depot.

He was just the chief of Huofu Bandit Kai, unable to intervene in the pursuit of the Toyotomi family, so after reporting to Matsudaira Sadanobu and doing everything he could, Hasegawa gathered his mind and concentrated as before Put into the work of Huofu Thief Kai.

In recent days, Hasegawa has not slept for 2 consecutive days in order to track down a group of thieves who came from the northeast to the Kanto region.

While Hasegawa was crouching in front of the desk and processing various documents,

"Master Hasegawa! Someone sent you a letter!"

"Huh?" Hasegawa lifted his face with dark circles under his eyes due to many days of fatigue, "Bring it here."

"Yes!"

After a while, a letter was presented on Hasegawa's desk.

After tearing open the envelope, pulling out the letter paper, and glancing at the letter paper, Hasegawa frowned slightly involuntarily.

"Sure enough, he wrote me a letter." Hasegawa murmured with a strange expression on his face, "Did you write a special letter to thank me for helping him in Koyasan?"

Hasegawa briefly read the letter, folded it, and put it away.

For some reason, he always felt that the fate between himself and that young man was not over yet.

One day in the future, maybe I can meet him somewhere again.

Edo, Edo Castle, meeting room

"Master Songping, why do you look frowning?"

Ruo Nian Ji Bei Chuan walked towards Matsudaira Sadanobu who was leaning against the window, looking out the window with a smile on his face.

Note Ruonianji: The status is below the old middleman, and he is responsible for assisting the old middleman.

Matsudaira Sadanobu glanced at Beichuan who was walking towards him, and smiled slightly.

"It's nothing, I'm just lamenting that I haven't found young people worthy of training recently and feel worried."

After all, Matsudaira Sadanobu let out a long breath towards the window.

"Okay, it's almost time to rest. Let's go back and discuss how to strengthen the military and how to investigate the movements of the Toyotomi clan."

Edo, a north wind house specializing in the sale of Ezo goods

Kondo Neizosuke leaned against the corner of the wall, sat cross-legged, and carefully looked at the saber held in his hand.

"Kondo."

Sitting next to Kondo, Chiba Koemon, who worked with Kondo in this shop, asked Kondo softly while wiping the "Statue of King Nio" bought by the boss and placed in the store to ward off evil spirits:

"Why are you sitting there in a daze?"

"It's nothing. I'm just thinking about my master." Kondo sighed heavily, "I don't know how the master is doing now."

"I thought you were thinking about opening a sword gym again." Chiba said lightly.

"Ah, I've been thinking about this too." Kondo grinned, "Sure enough, it's impossible to develop my natural mental flow without opening a sword gym."

"Otherwise, without disciples to pass on my swordsmanship, it would be useless for me to promote my natural flow of mind."

"I don't want my swordsmanship to be lost after being passed down to my generation."

"Moreover, after having apprentices, apprentices can also help to develop the natural flow of mind."

Having said that, Kondo glanced at the "Statue of Nioh" that Chiba was wiping, and grinned again:

"It would be great if my disciples could produce some disciples who have powerful titles like King Ni and who have achieved countless feats."

"In this way, my natural mental flow can become famous all over the world."

"I think, instead of fantasizing about becoming a King of Ren under my sect, it's better to try to make yourself the King of Ren who can make your swordsmanship famous all over the world." Qianye complained silently.

"Chiba, your speech is still as sharp as ever." Kondo laughed, "Chiba, I plan to work in this place for another 2 months, then leave Edo and start traveling as a warrior again, do you want to go with me? ?”

"I'll think about it."

Oshu, Nishino Town

"Hello, are you Nishino Jiro?"

Nishino Jiro blinked suspiciously at the old man in front of him a few times: "I am Nishino Jiro, may I ask who you are?"

"I am Hansuke of Shinmiya in Kyoto." The old man bowed to Nishino Jiro, "Recently, I was honored to watch the Kabuki play written by you: Ichidousai."

"I'm very interested in the Yidao Zhai you edited, and I intend to put this play on the stage of Kyoto, so I came here specially to discuss this matter with you. I wonder if you are free now?"

Nishino Jiro froze in place as if petrified.