I was a swordsman in ancient Japan

After saying this, Mucun ignored Sun Qilang, turned around and walked out of the sushi restaurant.

Seeing Mucun come out, Lin who was standing outside the sushi restaurant announced to them:

"Okay, now that we've finished our meal, let's go to Lord Feng Mo."

Mucun, who had been following Lin closely with Shimada and Asai, who was half a step behind Lin, now sped up his pace a little and came to Lin's side.

"My lord, thank you."

"If you're thanking me for punching that idiot for you just now, then there's no need for it." Lin said softly, "As your lord, it's only right to help you get ahead."

After all, Lin raised her hand as if she wanted to pat Mucun on the back.

But because of the huge difference in height between Lin and Mucun, Lin could only take pictures of Mucun's waist in the end.

After raising his hand and patting Mucun's waist with neither light nor heavy force, a faint smile appeared on Lin's face.

"Mihachi, look at your depressed face, cheer up. You don't need to take those stupid things that idiot just said to heart."

"No, I didn't take the compensation that Sun Qilang told me just now to my heart."

"They and I were not companions from the beginning."

"I don't feel any guilt towards these rotten people. I don't feel that I owe them anything."

"Then what are you doing with such a depressed face?" Asked Asai who was walking behind Mucun.

"I just suddenly realized that I was back in Kyoto."

Mucun raised his hand and looked around.

He looked at the shops on both sides of the street, and then at the passers-by passing by him, the expression on his face gradually became complicated.

"It wasn't until I met Sun Qilang just now that I finally had the real feeling of returning to Kyoto."

After that, Mucun took a deep breath.

"It's been a long time, Kyoto"

A-machi led Ogata through the streets and alleys of Kyoto.

Ogata now has an extra bag of cherry blossom pancakes they bought just now.

According to A-Machi, sakura pancakes are Fuma's favorite food, so Ogata and the others specially bought a pack as a gift when they meet Fuma later.

When Ah-Ming was leading the way ahead, he stopped from time to time, looking at the surrounding scenery as if to recognize the way.

Ah-Ming's footsteps were somewhat cheerful,

Ogata, who was following A-Machi, glanced at A-Machi's cheerful steps, couldn't help smiling and asked A-Machi:

"Machi, you seem very happy."

"Yeah." A-Machi nodded vigorously, "To me, Fuma-sama is an elder I like and respect very much."

"I had planned to visit him this afternoon."

"The last time I saw Lord Fumo was a long time ago when I accompanied other people to the capital to carry out missions."

"I don't know how Master Fumo is doing now."

Chapter 285 The whole city searches for Ogata Yidao Zhai!

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Under the guidance of Ah Ding, the two slowly left the crowded downtown area and came to a remote and sparsely populated residential area.

"Here we are." Ah Ding said, "Lord Feng Mo lives in seclusion here."

Ogata looked around.

The sparsely populated scenery around him formed an extremely sharp contrast with the prosperous scene he had just seen in other places in Kyoto. It was hard to imagine that these contrasting scenery appeared in the same city.

However, this remote place with few people has one advantage, that is, it is clean.

It's just right for a hideaway.

"When we meet Fuma-sama later, remember to be polite." When A-Ming led Ogata towards Fuma's residence, he turned his head and said to Ogata behind him.

"I don't need you to tell me about this kind of thing." Ogata said in a helpless tone.

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"Ah, here we are."

Machi stopped in front of an ordinary private house.

Ogata looked up at the private house in front of him.

To describe this house in one word, it is ordinary.

It's so ordinary, it exudes an ordinary atmosphere from top to bottom, no matter from which angle you look at it, it's just an ordinary house.

"My lord!" A-Machi stood on tiptoe, cupped his hands to his mouth, and shouted loudly, "Are you there? It's me, Komachi!"

"Komachi" Ogata repeated in a low voice what Ah-cho had just called himself, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hey" A-Machi turned his head with an unkind expression, and gave Ogata a vicious look, "Only elders can call me that. If you dare to call me Komachi, I will strangle you to death."

After warning Ogata in this way, A-Machi turned his head and shouted again into the room:

"My lord! Are you there?"

After shouting loudly like this several times, an old male voice finally came from inside the room:

"I'm coming"

Following the fall of the old man's voice, a burst of footsteps sounded from behind the door at an unhurried pace.

Wow

The wooden door was pulled open.

"Oh! Komachi! You're here! I thought I heard wrong just now!"

"Master Feng Mo, long time no see."

Ah-cho stepped forward and hugged the old man in front of him.

"Oh? Komachi, who is this?" The old man turned his gaze to Ogata standing behind A-machi.

"We met for the first time." Ogata said respectfully while bowing to the old man, "Ogata Yasushi is a friend of A-cho."

"Oh! It's Komachi's friend!"

The old man looked at Ogata with curious eyes.

"Since you are Komachi's friend, then you should know who I am. When we first met, I am the 17th Fuma Kotaro."

When the old man, the 17th Fuma Kotaro, looked at Ogata, Ogata also looked at Fuma.

Fuma's stature was about the same as that of A-Machi, only about 1 meters when converted to the length unit of the modern earth.

But because of the slightly hunched waist, Fuma's height seems to be a little shorter than that of A-Ming.

There are a lot of age spots on the exposed skin, and due to old age, the muscles on the body look shriveled.

Although he has a shaved head, the beard on his face is very lush. He has a big beard, and the lush beard hangs down to his chest.

The appearance of Fumo is the same as the house he wrote about, exuding an ordinary and ordinary atmosphere all over his body.

Looking at the ordinary-looking old man in front of him, Ogata couldn't help thinking to himself:

Is he the last Fuma Kotaro?

On the way that A-Machi brought Ogata to Fuma's residence, A-Machi and Ogata had introduced the 17th Fuma Kotaro roughly.

Through A-Machi's introduction, Ogata already knew that Fuma no Sato had been disbanded 10 years ago under the order of the 17th Fuma Kotaro.

Knowing that these 17 generations of Fuma Kotaro have decided not to rebuild the Fuma Village, nor to pass on the ninjutsu passed down from generation to generation by their Fuma party, they are determined to be the last Fuma Kotaro in history.

I also know that the last Fuma Kotaro in this history is a master with outstanding skills. He once created "the feat of entering Shiranui at the age of 10 alone, turning Shiranui upside down and then retreating completely" 62 years ago.

"Well, you are Ogata Ittosai." After looking at Ogata several times, Fuma suddenly murmured, "You do seem to be very strong. Komachi, you really made an incredible friend."

Ogata was not at all surprised that Fumo immediately realized that he was the executioner Yidaosai after hearing his name.

After all, he has long been famous.

"What a pity." Feng Mo said suddenly.

"Sorry?" Ogata tilted his head, wondering.

"It's a pity that you are just Komachi's friend." Fuma pouted, "When I saw a man behind Komachi just now, I thought you were Komachi's husband."

"Just now, I was happy that Komachi found a handsome husband, but in the end, it turned out that he was just Komachi's friend."

"Master Fuma!" Ah-Ming's face turned slightly red and he said anxiously, "What are you talking about?"

Ogata didn't know how to respond to what Fumo said just now, so he could only smile helplessly.

Fumo stroked the beard on his chin, and looked at Ogata again.

Feng Mo's sizing up of Ogata this time was a bit more meaningful.

"Well, it looks more and more like it."

"Huh?" Ogata raised his eyebrows in doubt, "Like?"

"You look like an old friend of mine." A faint look of reminiscence appeared on Feng Mo's face.

"Okay, the door is not a good place to chat, come in."

Feng Mo walked towards the house with his hands behind his back.

Following Fuma through the door, Ogata and Machi took off their shoes in the soil of the house, and then stepped into Fuma's house.

As soon as her little feet without socks stepped on the wooden floor, her expression froze.

Ogata, who noticed the strange expression on A-Machi's face, turned his head to A-Machi and asked softly:

"Amachi, what's wrong?"

A-Machi did not respond to Ogata's question aloud.

With a wry smile, she raised her right foot and let Ogata look at the sole of her right foot.

Ah Ding's originally rosy soles of the feet were now covered with a layer of black dust.

Just stepping on Fuma's house, A-Ming's originally clean soles turned black.

As for the floor where A-Machi was standing on, a small footprint was left due to the dust on the floor being trampled off.

Looking at A-Ming's feet covered with a thick layer of dust, Ogata was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at his feet.

After moving his right foot away, there was another footprint where Ogata stepped on with his right foot just now, reflecting the dust being stepped on.

Because Ogata was wearing socks, Ogata did not immediately feel that the ground was very dirty like A-Machi.

"I'm sorry I made your feet dirty." Fumo, who was walking in front, turned around and said to Ogata and the two apologetically, "I forgot to tell you that my home is a little dirty."

"Fuma-sama" A-Ming's face was a bit astonished, "The last time I came to see you, your house wasn't so dirty."

"Recently, my body and bones are getting weaker and weaker, and my energy is getting worse."

Feng Mo smiled wryly.

"Because my body and energy have deteriorated a lot, I have become more and more lazy when it comes to cleaning, so I haven't cleaned the house for a long time."

at the same time

At the corner of an ordinary street in Kyoto, four Okabiki chatted boredly.

From the beautiful woman I saw by chance while walking on the street yesterday, to the very delicious restaurant I found recently by accident.

In the Edo period, if these special security organizations were not included, the security forces in the city were roughly divided into three levels: Yuli, Tongxin, and Okabiki.

Using the modern police system as an analogy, Yuli is similar to the chief of the police department, Tongxin is similar to ordinary police officers, and Okabi is similar to the auxiliary police.

Compared with Li and Concentric, Gangyin is special.

Both Yuli and Tongxin are directly affiliated to the enforcement office, and directly obey the orders of the superiors headed by the magistrate.

Gangyin is generally recruited by Yuli or Tongxin from the private sector, and is not formally affiliated with the government, but only obeys Yuli or Tongxin who recruited them.

In the words of the modern earth, Yuli and Tongxin are all members of the system, but Gangyin are not.

Because there is nothing to do at hand, the four Gang Yin can sit at the corner of the street and chat with nothing to do.