I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

"Great!"

The audience continued to applaud, and they threw copper coins on the stage.

Looking at the copper coins scattered like a torrential rain, Tan Lexi smiled.

"But--it's useless even if Matotoku Jiro didn't come to Kanto!"

"Master Hasegawa Heizo has always been jealous of evil!"

"Once the trail of the thief is discovered, even if the thief is in the corner of the world, he will lead the officials of the Huofu Thief Kai to chase after him!"

"If you don't bring the culprits to justice, you will never give up!"

The yamen that specializes in catching arsonists and vicious thieves-Huo Fu thieves changed the newly appointed chief in recent years: Hasegawa Heizo. His legendary stories have become the townsfolk and samurai of Edo Castle in the last two years. Favorite.

Everyone loves to listen, so storytellers like Tan Le naturally love to speak.

Not only storytellers love to talk, it is said that even some well-known Rakugo masters have also begun to compile various stories based on Hasegawa Heizo.

Today, he succeeded in making a fortune once again with the story of "Hasegawa Heizo chasing Machito Tokujiro", making Tanle smile so that his eyes narrowed.

At this moment, a question suddenly sounded from the audience:

"Tan Le! You said just now-among all the thieves today, the only one whose swordsmanship can crush Tokujiro's real sword is the "Executioner Ichitosai". Is this true?"

The person who asked this question was an ordinary young man dressed as a craftsman.

Hearing this question from him, Tan Le was taken aback for a moment.

I recalled every sentence he just said.

I found that I had actually said this sentence.

"Yes, of course!"

Talk about Lego channel.

"Although Machiro Tokujiro's swordsmanship is strong, he is far from the executioner Ichitosai!"

"Just comparing the number of killers of the two is enough to see the difference between the two!"

As soon as Tanle's voice fell, the audience immediately remembered the low voice of discussion.

"'Hangman Yidaozai'...who is that?"

"I've never inquired carefully about another powerful thief in the world."

"It turned out to be called'Hangman'... Is it another murderer?"

"Don't you guys even know that person... How blocked are your daily lives..."

"If you are in a poor country and don't know who'Hanman Ichidosesai' is, you guys who live in Edo don't even know... Don't you usually go out of the house?"

...

Tan Le licked his lips as he watched the audience discussing "The Executioner Ichidozai".

If possible, he would like to tell everyone the story of "The Executioner Ichidozai" now.

After all-the story of "The Executioner Ichidozai" is full of drama.

This kind of dramatic story is the favorite of storytellers like Tan Le.

But-Tan Le didn't dare to tell the story of "The Executioner Yidaozai"...

Some listeners didn't know what "Hangman Yidaozhai" did, but Tan Le knew exactly what he did.

"Executioner Ichitosai" killed the lord, and beheaded all the lord of the Hirose Domain Matsuhira Genouchi and more than one hundred guards. Although such a story is full of drama, he, as a little scholar, dare not put it upright. Speak out.

The person killed by this "Ichitosai" was the pro-feudal daimyo and the lord of the Hirose clan.

If someone who is interested finds out that as a storyteller, he is preaching the heinous "One Dao Zhai" deeds under a large number of people, I am afraid it will cause a lot of trouble.

Therefore, Tan Le could only play haha, said a few scenes, and perfunctory the topic of "Hanman Yidaozhai".

In fact, when he was telling the story of "Hasegawa Heizo chasing Tokujiro Mato", he said that "Among all thieves today, only the executioner Ichitosai can crush Tokujiro Mato". ——This sentence is what he said casually when he spoke.

He didn't carefully study the powerful culprits today.

Is the skill of "Hanman Ichitosai" superior to Tokujiro Matoto, and whether there are any more powerful thieves? Tan Le is not clear about the answers to these questions, nor is he interested in knowing them.

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That night--

Kinki area, Tatsuno clan——

In a certain wilderness area of ​​the Tatsuno clan, there is an ancient temple that has been abandoned for a period of time.

In this ancient temple, which is not too large and not too small, 5 travellers who planned to stay overnight gathered at this time.

These five travellers are without exception-they are all with a knife in their waist, but they have nowhere to go, and there is no renegade who can serve.

Four of the five ronin were sitting together and chatting there.

The other ronin did not join their chat.

Instead, sitting in a corner of the ancient temple, holding his own swords and threats, covering his face with a hat, wrapped tightly the dirty light green onion-colored Haori chest that went up and down rhythmically. Ups and downs.

Judging from the appearance of this ronin, he should have fallen asleep.

The other 4 Ronin, who was sitting not far away, looked at the Ronin who seemed to have fallen asleep holding the knife.

The four ronin figures are very distinctive.

A tall man.

A short man.

A fat man.

A thin man.

"Hey," said the thin ronin, "would you like to wake him up and let him come over and chat with us?"

"Don't do it." The tall ronin shook his head. "People are already asleep. It would be very impolite to wake them up again."

"Yes." The short ronin also answered at this time, "And before you understand the temperament of others, don't provoke others. They might be the kind of people who hate others to disturb their sleep. Let him sleep well. Come on, he sleeps on his, we talk about ours."

call--!

A cold wind blew into the temple along the tattered paper window.

"Well……"

"It's cold..."

"What bad weather..."

"His... my teeth are shaking..."

The four ronin squeezed their clothes tightly and rubbed their hands one after another. UU reading www.uukanshu.com or breathing into the palms of their hands.

It is now January of the second year of the Kansei.

It's mid winter.

The Tatsuno clan, located in the Kinki region, was already covered in silver at this time.

It was even more snowy tonight, and there were patches of white snow floating outside the temple.

Following the broken window, looking at the patches of white snow outside, the tall ronin mumbled:

"Fortunately, I found this ruined ancient temple tonight... If we didn't have this ancient temple, we would probably freeze to death here tonight."

"Needless to say this kind of emotion," the fat ronin said irritably, "hurry up and think of a way to plug all these windows."

"We don't have the tools and materials to paste paper, and there are no things like wooden boards." The thin ronin smiled helplessly, "If you can't block it, let's bear it a little bit tonight. Let us join together. Tighten it so that it can be warmer."