v2 Chapter 312： Garden blood battle (1) (1/2)

The geisha playing the shamisen sat on his knees, leaning the body on his thigh, holding the string in his left hand, holding the ginkgo leaf-shaped ivory plucker in his right hand, plucking the string, and playing a brisk Xiaoqu, it is said that most geishas in the Edo era have been undergoing rigorous training since the age of ten, and they are different from women who choose to do leather and meat businesses after squatting behind fences. Geishas not only have requirements for looks, but , Tea ceremony, etiquette, dance, musical instruments, and culture must also be proficient, and the effort and energy involved in it are not worse than the samurai who practiced the sword.

Of course, in contrast, they usually receive higher-level guests, especially the more famous geishas in this industry. They can even choose the guests themselves. For those who are not eye-catching, even the most money is very expensive. It's hard to see Fang Rong, and most of the geishas are only performing arts, and their situation is much better than that of you girls.

The hot red leaf pot accompanied by the beautiful Beijing dance, let the guests and guests in the tea house enjoy the scene.

The older samurai was obviously very capable, and in addition to sake, he also prepared wine intentionally. The place of origin is exactly the hometown of French merchants. He could not stop persuading, so Gabriel could not help but drink a few more glasses. When the crowd was full and drunk, drunk.

Someone patted two hands outside the house, the sound was not loud, but the piano sound in the house stopped immediately, and then the geishas began to lower their heads to clean up the residue. Bowing deeply, he bowed his head and retreated.

And those samurai warriors of the Changzhou and Satsuma ancestors also returned to their seats, especially the warriors of the Changzhou ancestor, with a glimmer of excitement in their eyes.

Zhang Heng knew that the Lord of Lords was finally about to debut tonight.

Gabriel also resumed his sitting position at this time. He was obviously not used to using his heels as a stool. When he first came to Japan, he didn't spit out this anti-human mechanics sitting method. After a while, his legs became numb. , Simply change to sit cross-legged. But now, in order to show respect, he also decided to give up.

The Shoji door was pushed open from the outside. The first person who walked in was a warrior with a Chinese character.

As soon as this person appeared, all the samurai in the room felt an invisible pressure, as if being stared at by a fierce beast. The two sitting at the front couldn't help shrinking their necks.

”Ren cut Nakamura half a second!” Someone exclaimed in a low voice, lowering his voice, ”Is he here too?”

Nakamura's figure also looks unusually tall in Japan in this era, almost as tall as Zhang Heng, and he has wide shoulders, a pair of long arms, and calluses on his hands.

It is said that Nakamura's family was very poor when he was young, and his father was seriously ill. He misappropriated funds in the domain for treatment, but was soon found and exiled. The family could only make money by farming. His dream was first practiced at the Yaju Dojo in Yijiyuan when he was 15 years old, and then turned to Xianliumen again. However, when he was 18 years old, he was hit again. His elder brother died and he had to go home and farm.

However, what he learned in the previous three years also helped him to lay the foundation and find the direction. While working as a peasant, he continued to practice hard. Until the age of 25, Dadaocheng, also encountered Xixiang, the most important nobleman in his life. Longsheng eventually became the man who made the Shogunate smell change Nakamura Banjiro.

No one knows how many people's blood was stained on his hands, but it was scary just to be caught by his eyes.

Zhang Heng's focus is different from everyone, but it is the knife that fell on Nakamura's waist, which is his goal tonight.

——Number of beads pill constant times.

One of the five knives in the world, forged by Hengji of Qingjiang. The knife used by the monk Nichiren in the Kamakura period was named for the rosary beads wrapped around the handle. When Zhang Heng looked at this famous knife, Nakamura Hanjiro was also watching He, perhaps because he is only a strange face not belonging to the side of the curtain, Nakamura's gaze stayed on him for a moment.