Chapter 702： Wrong history (1/2)
The night was getting deeper. It seemed that there was fog on the sea, covering up everything, and an e-mail was sent, saying that it was running out of time, and Bitch and Naomi Hayakawa returned to the dormitory to rest. ＊ ā
Pei Ziyun ran out of food, wiped his mouth, stretched a lazy waist, yawned, and seemed a little sleepy. Then he got up and bowed slightly: ”Beijing Jun, I'm sorry, I'm back to my room to rest.”
But when Pei Ziyun finished speaking, he didn't answer with a voice. He couldn't help but squint his eyes, and saw the opposite person's atmosphere gradually change: ”So you think so, Yamada-kun.”
Kitaoka also left the restaurant, feeling deeply sorry: ”Yamada-kun, I thought you would be our comrade.”
”Beigang Jun, it has been 130 years since the curtain fell.” Pei Ziyun was not surprised: ”The Shogunate cannot clean up the entire house through a **** war, and it is doomed to democracy.”
”In fact, any regime will be democratic, and the power originally held in the hands of one or a few people will be extended to the governor's governor's cabinet as the system relaxes-even if this is just democracy for scholars or nobles.”
”The king and the prince share the world.”
”Even if the shogunate had the master of Shincheon Kyungsung, they could not eradicate those who took root, they could only turn them into officials and councillors of the new era.”
”And when Xinchuan Qingxing died, the power of officials and parliamentarians expanded, and this kind of co-negotiation system naturally expanded further. When everyone could vote for the Prime Minister of the Cabinet, it became a modern democracy.”
”Under the shogunate, Japan has enjoyed a century of peace for a long time after the fall, and it has returned the great policy to the people. What regrets do you have?”
”Does it have to be the Emperor to come to govern?”
Pei Ziyun stepped on the deck and made an echo. A few people glanced at him and went back to rest. There was no one on the entire deck. The melody of the violin came faintly.
Bei Gangda also stood still and seemed to be listening. His hair was cut short and his figure was medium. At this moment, he took off his glasses and lowered his head and thought for a long time.
Gradually, Kitaoka shook his head and said, ”Yamada, if you become our comrade, with your talents, your talents, you may even become our leader in the future, know all the secrets.”
”But you refused. I can only say that we are not crazy, not even for the Emperor, but for no other reason than necessary.”
”The wrong history must be corrected.”
Bei Gangda's tone was a little hesitant at the beginning, but when she came here, she became somber, firm, and determined.
”Wrong history?” The word shocked Pei Ziyun.
”Maybe you do n’t understand, but it ’s normal to not understand, but our righteous ones have n’t died yet, and they continue to expand-Yamada-kun, you are a samurai, let ’s use samurai means to end today ’s conversation!” Kita Ganda also finished speaking, glanced down at Pei Ziyun's face, stayed at the throat of his heart, and untied the package he had been holding.
This is a long knife.
Pei Ziyun sighed and took out the wooden sword.
The next moment, Bei Gangda also felt a moment of jealousy, and Pei Ziyun stood in front of him like this, but was impeccable, and sweat beads oozed from his forehead.
”Impossible, I practiced swords at the age of seven.
”The person in front of you is not even a teenager. How could such a high cultivation be possible?”
The breath of Beigang Daya also became heavy, and he took a loud sigh, stepped forward, and his body leaped. Like a swallow, he followed an arc to fly around the left side of Pei Ziyun's body, followed by a knife light.
”Yan returns to cut!”
The figure of Kita Goya disappeared in front of his eyes. The amazing speed and physical strength showed the strength of the samurai, and at the moment of disappearance, Pei Ziyun's heart rate rose sharply, then retreated, turned and turned back.
In an instant, the bodies of the two were staggered, and then Pei Ziyun landed safely and tilted the wooden knife to the right, but the wooden knife did not need to vibrate, and the blood that had passed was instantly sucked.
Bei Gangda was half-knelt on the deck, supporting the ground with a knife, exuding red from the line, gradually expanding, breathing twice, and then stood up.
A red line, not deep into the meat, only half a minute.
”Mr. Yamada, is it your mercy?”
”No, I'm only twelve years old, just a little bit, but I'm at the limit.” Pei Ziyun was a bit sorry, he always has no mercy when he started, but he was bound by his own limit within the twelve-year-old's body.
Kitaoka also kept silent for a long time, took the sword, straightened her posture, and bowed to salute: ”Yamada, please give up Ban Dongyuanzi's task!”
”Even if you don't talk about the Shogunate, there are still gods.”
”Yi Shen?”
”Yeah, spring bird.” Bei Gangda also regretfully murmured in his voice: ”You know why the wealth of Isaka Higashi's family, but I want to ask you, the samurai is not just you, it is for this reason.
”If the Yi people grow stronger, the Ezo people will grow stronger.”
”This is ridiculous, does the pure Ezo people still exist?” Pei Ziyun remained calm. In the Era of the Shogunate, Ezo people were regarded as backward nations and encouraged naturalization, and Ezo people themselves recognized this as themselves. The only way out now is that there is no Ezo in a pure sense at all.
”You're not wrong, but after all, you haven't been completely naturalized,” Kita Ganda said, shaking her head.
”It turned out to be the defense of Yiyi, but the general had sealed it off. I don't think it was a **** of God.” Pei Ziyun said.
”Is that so? I warn you, Bandong's family is not a kind person.” Kitaoka was not ready to start any further and retreated.
Pei Ziyun smiled dumbly and turned back to the room.
A short while ago, a person appeared on the empty deck. This person was the North Gang Tat Ye who just met. He took out a mobile phone, dialed the button, and after connecting, he bowed respectfully and said, ”Sorry, My lord, negotiation failed! ”
”Have you tempted his tendency and talked about the gods?” The phone questioned.
”Yes, sir, he has said it, but he still refused.” Kitaoka also said seriously: ”Yamada Shinichi is more inclined to maintain a peaceful shogunate.”
”I don't specifically exclude Yishen, who is also considered a shogun, than Tianjin God.”
”Oh, is that right?” Opposite the phone, there was no acceptance condition for Pei Ziyun, and it was very regrettable: ”Yamada Shinichi is a very talented warrior based on our observations, both civil and military, and has a bright future.”
”The shogunate, which is more inclined to maintain peace, and does not specifically exclude the gods who are also regarded as shogunates by Tianjin, is actually normal for people living in the era of peace.”