I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

Because from the beginning, he did not hope for "negotiation", so before the young man's words were finished, a fist as big as the mouth of a bowl was directly printed on the young man's face.

When she was punched by the pastoral village and his body flew upside down, the young man's hand unconsciously loosened, and the Jinpingtang in his hand fell out of his palm.

The pastoral village raised his hand and caught the golden sugar that hadn't had time to fall.

"Little girl, let's go." As Mucun said, he threw the golden candy back to the little girl.

The little girl seemed to be frightened by the sudden situation in front of her. After catching the Jinpingtang thrown by the pastoral village, she ran away with a pale face and quickly.

After watching the little girl leave, Mu Cun turned his attention to the six young people again.

Mucun’s big sword is now on his back.

In order not to cause troubles like "the officials came to cross-examine", the big sword behind Mucun was wrapped in thick cloth.

Under the cover of this thick cloth, outsiders could not see that the thing behind Mucun was a big sword.

If Makimura now reveals the Odachi behind him, it will undoubtedly be able to shock and scare away these 6 unarmed youths.

But Mu Cun didn't want to do this.

She just wanted to use her fists to teach these 6 scumbags who even bullied little girls.

He squeezed the ten-finger joints of his hands and made a sour bone "click" sound. Then, like a tiger rushing into the flock, Mucun took the initiative to rush towards the six youths.

Judging from the skill of these six young people, they are not people who know nothing about unarmed combat.

In terms of quantity, they also have an absolute advantage.

But they were still quickly suppressed by the pastoral village.

Looking at the pastoral village where the six young men were fighting with each other, Shimada looked anxious and didn't know what he should do now.

Staying here and watching-it feels a bit wrong.

Rushing up to help-also feels a bit wrong, because Mucun has the absolute upper hand, even if he does not need his help, Mucun can put all the 6 young people down.

And if he wants to rush up to help, he must put down the pile of things in his arms - if he puts down the pile of things and rushes up to help, this pile of things might be stolen.

Just when Shimada hesitated and didn't know what to do, many citizens had already gathered around to watch the excitement and watch this one-to-six group frame.

However, at this moment-the outermost part of the crowd surrounding the pastoral village and the six young people suddenly heard extremely noisy voices.

"Get out! Get out of everything!"

"Keep out of everything!"

"Who is fighting! Who is fighting!"

...

As these noisy voices fell, the crowd was divided into two sides, revealing a path for people to walk through.

One Yuli led a dozen of them with Okahin's hands pinned to their waists. He walked quickly along the path that separated the crowd and entered the center of the 1-on-6 battlefield.

At this time, the pastoral village just brought down the last person.

The six young people were lying on the ground in various positions, moaning in pain.

Putting the last person down and raising his head, Mu Cun saw the more than ten Gang Yin who had surrounded him in Tuantuan.

Mucun glanced at the more than ten Okayin who surrounded him with a calm gaze.

There was no fear on his face.

The vast majority of Gangyin are just ordinary people and do not know any martial arts, so even if surrounded by more than ten Gangyin, Mucun is absolutely confident that she can escape.

After moving his gaze across the faces of more than a dozen Gang Yin, Mucun's gaze was fixed on the leader Yuli.

"Akiyama?" Mu Cun, whose pupils shrank slightly, exclaimed.

After hearing the brawny man in front of him call out his name, Yuli was taken aback for a moment.

After examining Mucun’s face intently for several times, Yuli, who was called "Autumn Mountain" by Mucun, yelled in excitement:

"Master Makimura! Are you back to Kyoto?"

"Yeah." Mucun nodded softly, "I came back almost an hour ago."

"...Master Makura." Qiu Shan lowered his head and glanced at the six young people lying at the foot of Makura. "You just made such a big noise when you returned to Kyoto... It's really you."

Qiushan glanced at the citizens who were all around, pointing here.

Then he walked slowly to the front of Mucun, lowered his voice, and said in a low volume that only he and Mucun could hear:

"Master Mucun, I know if you want to escape, someone like me can't stop you."

"So—please give me face."

"If you run away in full view, I will be scolded afterwards."

"You are just fighting with people, and you will be released after a few days of shutting you down."

"I will also let the jailers take care of you during the days when you are in jail."

"So-help me, don't make it too difficult for me, okay?"

Akiyama's tone was full of pleading.

Mucun glanced at Qiushan, which was nearly two heads shorter than him, and then sighed lightly:

"...Alright. We've known each other a lot, and I won't make it too difficult for you."

After all, Mucun stretched out his hands towards Qiushan.

Seeing that Makimura was willing to give him face and not make it difficult, Qiu Shan let out a sigh of relief, then turned his head and said loudly to the Okahins behind him:

"Come on, tie him up. Be careful, don't be too rude."

After binding her hands tightly with twine, Qiu Shan, like a leading cow, led her to separate the crowd of onlookers and walked out of the crowd of onlookers.

Shimadamoto thought that with the skill of Makimura, he would be able to easily escape from the siege of these officials.

Unexpectedly-Mu Cun unexpectedly let these officials tie him up without any resistance.

When Shimada was very anxious and planned to rush forward to rescue Makura, Makura seemed to have guessed what Shimada was thinking in advance, and turned his head and used his eyes to signal Shimada not to move.

Shimada, who understood the expression in Makimura's eyes, paused, and stood stupidly on the spot.

Just staring blankly at the pastoral village that he was not allowed to come to rescue was taken away by officials...

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...

After listening to Shimada's explanation of the causes and consequences of "Makura's arrest", Lin, with her head down and a gloomy face, her lips moved frantically.

Lynn: (Fuck) "That **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that **** that bastard

"Lord..." Asai, who had been sitting on her knees beside Lin, sighed lightly at this time, "You have a bad habit of distracting thoughts when you are in a bad mood. Please try to correct it..."

"...Shichibei."

Asai's full name is "Shichiro Asai".

In order to read it more smoothly, Lin always referred to Asai as "Shichibei".

"I'm here."

"Do you have a booger..."

"My lord... your bad habit of eating nose feces to people who make you angry, please be sure to find a way to correct it..."

"What the **** is thinking..." Lin's expression is terrifying now, "Obviously you can escape, why do you have to stand stupidly there and let the officials arrest him?"

"I heard Makura call the leading official'Akiyama'." Shimada added the information he had known.

"Akiyama?" Asai repeated the name, "I seem to have heard Makimura say about this person."

"This person seems to be one of Makura's few friends when she was working in Kyoto before."

"The reason why Mu Cun chose to let the officials take him away was probably to prevent his old friends from doing it hard."

Speaking of this, Asai let out a low laugh.

"In order not to make it difficult for my friends, do I deliberately let my friends take myself away... It's like a pastoralist style..."

"Master..." Shimada now asked with a cautious tone, "What should we do now...? Are we going to find a way to rescue Senior Makura?"

"What should I do? Of course I ignored Miba! Let this idiot spend a few days in prison by himself!"

"Really not going to rescue Senior Makura...?" Shimada couldn't help asking.

"Actually, there is nothing to save." Asai added on the side. "Fighting with people on the street is just a small matter. You can be released after a few days in jail."

"Even if you ignore the pastoral village, he will come back by himself in a few days."

"It's so decided!" Lin stood up, grabbed a brush in Shimada's arms and a potion specially used to wash away dirt, "Just let Miba squat in prison for a few days! I don't care about him! "

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...

With the help of Lin, Asai, and Shimada, the speed of cleaning the Wind Demon Mansion was much faster.

After clearing the house of the wind demon, Ogata and Amachi parted ways with Lin and the others.

Whether it was because the house was cleaned very clean, or because someone was willing to help old bones like him, Feng Mo was very happy.

When sending Ogata and Lin and the others to leave, the smiling wind demon slapped his chest and said to them: Three days later, he will be able to find out which prison Xuanjin is being held, and ask Ogata and the others to come to him again in three days.

Ogata and Amachi walked side by side in an unknown street in Kyoto.

While walking side by side with Ogata, Amachi suddenly said nonchalantly:

"Unexpectedly, there will be such shameless people... even to steal children's candy..."

Ogata knew that what Amachi was talking about was what Makimura had just helped a little girl to teach the six shameless Yakuza.

"Yeah." Ogata nodded lightly, "The forest is bigger, and there will be any kind of bird."

As soon as Ogata's words fell, he saw three Yakuza with messy tattoos in the corner of the street ahead, chatting, not knowing what they were talking about.

The passers-by around them all walked around the three Yakuzas as if avoiding some large trash that was stinking outwards.

After Ogata glanced at the three Yakuzas, Ogaki said to Amachi next to him in a serious and somewhat joking tone:

"A Ting, if you don’t have any weapons like you are now, if you encounter any danger, remember to go around the three Yakuza like those passers-by-once you see it, go far away. ."

"I don't need you to tell me this kind of truth." Ah Ding said irritably, "and-I don't have any weapons now, okay?"

"Huh?" Ogata raised his eyebrows. "Do you have a weapon?"

Ogata looked at Amachi several times. Except for the fan in Amachi's hand, Ogata didn't see anything like a weapon in Amachi's hand.

"The weapon I am wearing now is very powerful." Ah Ding smiled meaningfully, "At the same time, it is also very precious, because it is too precious, so when I went to Butterfly Island, I dared not bring it there. Afraid of being confiscated by the government."

"What kind of weapon?" Ogata's curiosity also rose at this time.

"It's not convenient to show you here." Ah Ding looked at the people around him, "Come with me."

Amachi took Ogata's hand and ran into an alley not far away that no one passed by.

The location of these alleys is very remote, no one is passing by, and people on the street cannot see the scene in the alley.

After confirming that there were no other outsiders around, Amachi handed the ball fan in his hand to Ogata.

"Come on, hold it for me."

After handing the ball fan to Ogata, Amachi grabbed the two **** of his yukata with his free hands.

Then gently...

A well-defined collarbone, snow-white skin, and a... looming, deep groove appeared in Ogata's field of vision...

Ogata's face flushed with a sigh.

"If you dare to come and see, I'll break your neck." Amachi, whose face was also slightly flushed, said to Ogata a painless warning, "Turn my head over."

Obediently obediently tilting his head over Amachi's words, Ogata asked Amachi jokingly:

"...The weapon you mentioned, shouldn't it be your **** or something..."

"How is it possible!" Ah Ding said anxiously, "Everyone said I am a fighting female ninja! I can't do that kind of thing!"

After saying so badly~www.ltnovel.com~Acho stretched his right hand into the yukata along the opened placket.

After groping around in the yukata, Amachi slowly pulled out his right hand from the yukata.

After Ah Ting's hand was pulled out of her yukata, there was something more in A Ting's right hand.

Looking at the thing in Amachi's right hand, Ogata's pupils shrank suddenly in astonishment.

"this is……?!"

If Ogata's eyes weren't broken and the memory in his head didn't show any dislocations, the thing that Amachi was holding in his right hand at the moment should be a revolver.

A revolver with a black handle and a red body.

After closing his placket, Amachi used his free left hand to pull the hem of the yukata.

The hem of the yukata was pulled up little by little, showing Amachi's smooth, slender legs little by little.

After pulling the hem of the yukata to a position where his thighs could be exposed, Ogata suddenly found that-on Amachi's left thigh was also a revolver with a black handle and a red body.

The revolver was inserted in something similar to a holster, and then tied to Acho's leg.

Because it is covered by a yukata, outsiders can't see Acho's leg with a pistol tied to it. That bastard

After pulling out the revolver tied to his leg with his left hand, Amachi played with the two revolvers held in both hands, and then said to Ogata in a proud tone:

"This is my father's most proud and proud invention-the revolver short gun."

"By the way-these two revolvers are a pair, and they all have names."

"The one on my left is called Suying."

"The one on my right is called Xia Nai.