I was a swordsman in ancient Japan

However, he did not completely let go of his guard, his nerves were still tense, and he was always ready to counteract when the "goatee old monk" planned to do something to him.

"Elder." Ogata said, "Get out of here quickly."

Before Ogata finished speaking, the conversation was interrupted by the "goatee old monk":

"I do not go!"

"Why should I submit to a villain like you?"

"Ogata Iktosai, I am so disappointed in you."

Speaking of this, there was a touch of sadness in the tone of the "goatee old monk".

"Although you were listed as an enemy of the court by the court and the shogunate before, I don't hate you."

"Not only do I not hate you, but I have always respected you."

"I have always seen the corruption of the Edo Shogunate."

"The life of the common people is becoming more and more difficult, and the warriors who should protect the people are becoming more and more incompetent."

"It can be intimidated by the strength of the Edo Shogunate, no one dares to fight and can give a resounding blow to the Edo Shogunate until you appear!"

"Although your method of attacking Nijo Castle and defeating the shogunate army is a bit extreme, I still think you are a hero!"

"A hero who dared to say no to the Edo shogunate and dared to fight against the Edo shogunate!"

"I've always thought that your appearance and your repeated blows to the Edo shogunate might force the Edo shogunate to carry out reforms! Change the rot!"

"But who would have thought that you would do something so inferior to a pig and a dog today!"

"Let me ask you: Where did our Xianyuan Temple and our Koyasan offend you?"

"Why do you want to do such a cruel thing here today? Kill the monks in my temple?!"

The more this "goatee old monk" spoke, the more excited he became, and the more passionate his tone became.

Until the words were about to fall, the goatee hanging on his chin was trembling because of being too emotional and too excited.

This old man turned out to be my fan.

Looking at the old monk who had been glaring at him in front of him, Ogata, who had a somewhat helpless expression on his face, continued to think in his heart:

If you don't give him a brief explanation, I'm afraid the old man won't leave

After letting out a silent sigh, Ogata said slowly:

"My lord, let me tell you this: There are a group of brutal lawbreakers secretly lurking in Koya Mountain and preparing to use Koya Mountain as a base to do illegal things."

"The reason why I came to Koyasan today is to deal with these thugs hiding in Koyasan."

"Your Master Xianyuan of Xianyuan Temple is one of the companions of those thugs."

"Look carefully at these monks I just brought down."

Ogata pouted at the corpses on the ground not far away.

"See those guys in their hands?"

"Shuriken, Wakizashi, Kunai, Scythe"

"Is this a weapon a monk would have?"

"Can all the monks in Xianyuan Temple carry so many murderous weapons?"

"These people are the outlaws I just mentioned. They are disguised as monks and lurking in Xianyuan Temple. They are the real thugs."

"The Master is a thug's companion? Impossible! The goatee old monk" retorted loudly without thinking, "I have known the Master for decades! I know the Master very well! How could he be a thug?! "

"Then let me ask you." Ogata asked, "How do you explain that the monks I brought down held so many weapons that monks would not have at all?"

The "goatee old monk" fell silent.

He looked at Ogata, and then at the weapons grabbed by the "monks" on the ground next to him.

The expression gradually became weird.

Just now, with his resentment and enthusiasm, he came to confront Ogata with the Buddha statue in his arms.

Because he was eager to confront Ogata and was dazed by anger, he didn't notice at all that his "companions" who were killed by Ogata were all holding weapons that monks would never have

After being questioned by Ogata in a very calm tone, the "old monk with goatee" gradually regained his composure and thinking.

"It's okay if you don't believe me. It doesn't matter what you think of me." Ogata continued at this moment, "In short, get out of here quickly. It's not safe here now."

"In a little while, there should be a large group of people coming over, huh?"

Ogata frowned suddenly, and then sniffed vigorously.

At this time, the "goatee old monk" also made a movement quite in sync with Ogata: frowning and sniffling.

At first, Ogata wondered if it was his own illusion.

But after sniffing his nose vigorously and sniffing the smell wafting in the air hard, Ogata was convinced that he hadn't smelled anything wrong.

There is indeed an increasingly intense burnt smell in the air

Ogata, who immediately had a strong sense of foreboding in his heart, rushed to the window not far away in three steps at a time.

And the "old monk with goatee" made a movement that was extremely synchronized with Ogata at this time, and ran towards the window together with Ogata.

Arriving at the window and looking out the window, the expressions of Ogata and the "old monk with goatee" beside him changed.

fire.

They saw the fire.

A large number of flames ignited from the woods behind Xianyuan Temple.

The flames were like a torrent, galloping through the woods, devouring everything the flames touched.

A certain big tree was submerged by the pillar of fire in just a blink of an eye, and the sound of cracking wood was heard, as if groaning in pain. The big tree only lasted for a while before it fell in the flames A large number of sparks aroused scattered in the air.

"It's on, it's on fire," the "goatee old monk" with a bloodless face murmured dully.

Ogata immediately regained his composure after being stunned for a short time.

"Tsk." Ogata gritted his teeth after contemplating for a moment, "Is this a move?"

Koyasan, the place where Hasegawa and others were imprisoned

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, eyes closed, and Hasegawa gently rubbing his left wrist with his right thumb, he suddenly heard very dense footsteps outside the cell.

Opening his eyes, he looked outside the prison, and more than a dozen members of the Toyotomi family, with anxious expressions and flintlock guns in their hands, appeared from the end of the corridor outside the prison.

"Quick! Take them all away!"

A certain young man with narrow eyes and a pair of knives and wakizawa on his waist, while shouting loudly to the people around him, untied a large bunch of keys from his waist, and quickly He walked to the door of Hasegawa's cell, took out one of the keys, and unlocked the iron lock on the door of Hasegawa's cell.

As soon as the lock was released and the door opened, four members of the Toyotomi family filed in.

Three of them restrained Hasegawa, and the other pulled Hasegawa's hands behind his back, and then tied Hasegawa's hands tightly with a hemp rope.

"What are you doing?" Hasegawa didn't resist, but frowned and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Don't worry about this kind of thing." The thin-eyed young man responded impatiently.

When his subordinates went to tie up Hasegawa, the thin-eyed young man used a key to unlock the cell door of Isshiki Naoki's family. Immediately afterwards, Isshiki's family also entered the Toyotomi clan like Hasegawa. , tied their hands firmly behind their backs.

"Quick! Take them away!"

The young man with narrow eyes waved his hand.

"Take them all to the shore quickly!"

The members of the Toyotomi Clan pushed Hasegawa, Isshiki Naoshu and others out of the cell, and they were forced to line up in a single file, while the narrow-eyed young man was holding the knife at his waist, like a mother Like ducklings leading ducklings, they swaggered and led Hasegawa and the others to the outside of the prison.

"What do you mean by the coast?" Hasegawa lowered his head slightly and asked the narrow-eyed young man in front of him, "Which coast are you going to take us to take a boat?"

"I've already said it just now." The thin-eyed young man suppressed his impatience, and growled in a low voice, "Don't worry about this kind of thing! Just follow us obediently, that's enough!"

"Where are my subordinates?" Hasegawa continued to ask, "Will my subordinates be taken to a new place like me?"

"I don't know!" The thin-eyed young man responded rudely, "Those subordinates of yours are out of my control!"

"That's it, that's fine, then I'll find my subordinates by myself."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The sharp scream, like a sharp arrow, pierced the eardrums of the young man with narrow eyes.

The pupils of the thin-eyed young man suddenly shrank, and then he turned his head and looked back like a conditioned reflex.

The first thing that catches the eyes of the young man with thin eyes is one of his subordinates who is covering his forehead that is constantly spurting blood, kneeling on the ground and screaming. The flintlock gun that should have been in his hand is gone. The scream that Zing Xing just made was from this person.

Hasegawa came into his eyes immediately after.

To be precise, it was Hasegawa holding a flintlock gun high in his right hand.

Hasegawa held the barrel of the flintlock tightly, raised the flintlock above his head, aimed at the head of the thin-eyed young man, and swung the flintlock in his hand downward

The gun stocks getting closer and bigger. This was the last scene that the narrow-eyed young man saw in his life.

The author Jun Zuo died a few days ago and got gastroenteritis caused by bacterial infection. After taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor twice, he thought he was fine and did not take any more

As a result, today, it seems that there is a relapse. Last night, I had diarrhea all night. I was so scared that I hurriedly took out the medicine given by the doctor and continued to take it. Fortunately, this medicine really worked. After taking it for 2 times, my body recovered again. .

To celebrate getting well again, eat fried chicken tonight!

Chapter 704 As we all know, places with many prisoners are often talent markets [5600]

Snapped!

The feeling of a blunt object smashing into a person's head is very good.

The head of the thin-eyed young man has now become a very weird shape with the forehead as the center and sunken toward the inside of the skull.

His head was like a smashed watermelon, the only difference between the two was probably that the watermelon was smashed, and the juice was sprayed out, while the thin-eyed young man's head sprayed out a mixture of blood and brain matter.

After sending the thin-eyed young man away with a single blow with the flintlock gun in his hand, Hasegawa immediately pulled out the knife from the thin-eyed young man's waist with lightning speed.

The cold light reflected by the blade illuminated the narrow passage.

Compared with blunt weapons, sharp weapons like swords are more handy for Hasegawa.

When Hasegawa suddenly broke free from the shackles of the hemp rope, snatched the flintlock of a certain musketeer beside him, and knocked the musketeer's head off, the surrounding Toyotomi clan members first All were stunned.

It wasn't until Hasegawa smashed the head of the thin-eyed young man with lightning speed that the surrounding Toyotomi tribe finally came to their senses and came to their senses.

They are now in a narrow passage that can only accommodate up to 4 people walking side by side. In simple and vulgar words, there is no terrain more suitable for melee combat.

Before the age of 30, Hasegawa had always been a well-known gangster in Edo.

Hasegawa before the age of 30 is not bad at the things that gangsters love to do.

To be precise, Hasegawa loves to do these things until now.

Except that he doesn't go whoring much because of his age and already has his own family, Hasegawa still likes to eat, drink, gamble and smoke.

When I see a casino, I really want to enter and play two hands.

My favorite way to spend the holidays is to lie leisurely in the room and smoke heavily with a pipe in hand.

Although the previous hooligan life was a dark history that Hasegawa himself didn't like to recall very much, but that period of hooligan life still brought a lot of precious wealth to Hasegawa.

For example: when dealing with people of various religions and nine streams, I saw the darkness that made my teeth shudder, and personally experienced the meaning of the word "human suffering" that I used to see in books. Finally, at the age of 30 Nian decided to change his mind and devote himself to official career, and do what he can for the common people.

Another example: I used to fight with all kinds of people when I was a gangster.

During that period of fighting with people in the streets and alleys almost every day, Hasegawa has accumulated a wealth of experience in street fighting. This precious wealth has still benefited Hasegawa until now.

Hasegawa, who had successfully drawn the sword in his hand, did not immediately swing the blade in his hand.

Instead, he raised his left foot first, and stepped on the right toes of "Musketeer 1" in front of him with all his strength.

There was a shattered bone sensation on the sole of his left foot, and "Musketeer 1" let out a howl that didn't seem like a human could, squatting down to try to make himself feel better.

Hasegawa's right foot was not idle either.

After crushing the toes of "Musketeer 1" with one foot and temporarily removing his ability to resist, Hasegawa bent his right leg and hit the lower body of "Musketeer 2" standing right in front of him with his right knee.

"Musketeer 2" felt like his lower body was hit by an express carriage.

I saw his head jerk forward, his hands spread out, he let go of the flintlock he was holding, and then stretched his hands towards the shattered two organs that are extremely important to men He couldn't even utter a scream because of the weird sound, gagging and a large amount of white foam overflowed from his lips, he knelt down on the ground unconsciously, his body trembling at a frightening frequency.

Hitting that part with a knee is a nirvana when fighting a man. It was taught to him by one of Hasegawa's gamblers when he was still a gangster.

After self-learning this move, this move has been tried and tested for Hasegawa. Even after joining the official career, Hasegawa still loves to use this move. He can't remember how many times he has broken with this move. The man's "dream" has accumulated a wealth of experience in "beating eggs".