Chen Jiu hurriedly twisted his toes, and the soles of the shoes rubbed against the road surface, but he didn't bump into it.

But the person who flew out was by chance, and actually smashed the back of the box holding the box. The locked wooden box broke and rolled out a dim and broken bright yellow scroll, displayed in front of the crowd who came forward to watch the fun.

[The imperial imperial edict of the five-color silkworm brocade (blank) (incomplete)]

He was in charge of the heavenly fortune, and embroidered the yellow dragon; he was in charge of the heavenly imperial edict, and Zhu Xi ordered it.

Quality: Fanliu

"my darling!"

The thin man who was smashed to death cried out, and did not care that his hat would fall. He hurriedly climbed up and took the imperial edict back into his arms. His blue forehead and long braids, his cheeks were sunken, his face was white and he looked like he was a eunuch.

Chen Jiu frowned and turned his head to look at the store door.

First, a wooden clog wrapped in white socks stepped out from the door frame, followed by a belt with a scabbard, a kimono in a shiny body, and a shiny scalp shining.

The ronin, surrounded by several companions, carried a rusty bronze sword in his left hand, held the knife in his right hand, and smiled on his face.

"No! Don't!"

The middle-aged man dressed in a shop owner on the ground vomited blood while struggling to try to hold on.

The ronin swears a few words, and the short and fat man then crawl out of the store, first bowing to the ronin, as flattering as a dog, turning his head, grinning at the owner, as fierce as a wolf:

"What a quarrel! Mr. Nakatani wants to use your sword to test the knife, which is your great honor."

"This is an ancient Yue Kingdom bronze sword. It's the most old thing. What kind of sword should I try!"

The owner's voice was sad,

"It was pawned by someone else on my side. It's hundreds of oceans. If it is broken, I can't compensate me. Please do it..."

Before he finished speaking, the ronin laughed and knocked his sword with both hands.

"clang!"

The bronze sword is buried deep in the soil for thousands of years, and the water is corroded and rusted. How can it be harder than the bright and shaky knife? It is naturally a crisp sound and it immediately breaks.

The owner's body softened, and his whole body seemed to have his spine removed, with a desperate expression.

The ronin snorted again, and after listening, he bent over and turned toward the crowd, and stood up to the waist and shook his belly:

"Mr. Nakatani said,

The Chinese sword is old, soft, and bad;

Japanese knife, new, hard, the best.

Weapons are used for fighting, and if the Chinese sword is defeated by the Japanese sword, he should not compensate him."

With a sloppy translation, the bronze sword was thrown away, and the inscriptions of insect and bird seals for thousands of years were covered with dust.

Ranini Nakagu pulled the corner of his mouth, put his knife back into the sheath, and his eyes swam under the steps, and suddenly lit up. He pointed his hand at the eunuch's arms, and he was gurgled.

"Mr. Nakatani said he wanted to see this thing."

While taking out a handkerchief to wipe the oily sweat from his forehead, the translator quickly walked down the steps and leaned towards the eunuch.

call!

The knife-wrapped cloth was torn apart by the sound of the wind, and the five-foot long knife swung out a semicircle, barely rubbed the translator's eyebrows, and swept off a few fine hairs.

With a "bang",

The handkerchief in the translator fell to the ground, greasy sweat dripping down her fat face, her legs fighting, and her teeth trembled.

"You just get started without saying anything, it's not in accordance with the rules." Chen Jiu blocked the middle with a knife.

"Are you crazy?"

Translation lowers your voice, grits your teeth,

"Looking at you, you are like a martial artist, don't make trouble for yourself. Just a martial arts business can't touch the Japanese concession..."

"Baga!"

Before he finished speaking, the ronin shouted angrily, and the wooden clogs stepped forward on the ground, and his harsh eyes were as fierce as a jackal and pussy as a cunt, and there were a series of gurgling in his mouth.

Chen Jiu's eyes were indifferent and he compared them with his chin to translate.

"What did he howl?"

Translator swallowed:

"Mr. Nakatani said that he suspected that this painting was a lost treasure in Japan. If you stop it, you will be accomplices who steal Japanese national treasures. If you want to survive, hand over the stolen goods quickly."

"You tell him,"

Chen Jiu tilted her head,

"I think his two knives look very much like the Chinese Tang Dynasty swordsman. His clothes look very much like Chinese costumes. Ask where he stole them from, quickly untie the knife and strip them naked."

The translation was dumbfounded.

"What did this guy say?"

Nakaya is very impatient.

In just two or three sentences, the short fat man stammered and translated for more than twenty seconds. The more he heard it, his face became more gloomy. At the end, he screamed strangely and reached out to his waist!

Almost at the same time, the ronin next to him held the knife together, and the understanding was very tacit.

Chen Jiu's wrists trembled slightly, and his muscles were ready to go. The length of the Miao knife was far better than that of a knife. As long as he took half a step, no matter what others did, Zhonggu would hit the blade.

“…”

The collision of eyes is like a sword fighting each other.

Nakagu's face was gloomy and hesitated for a while. Finally, he slapped out his hand, but took out a bag of silver balls.

"Mr. Nakatani said that he was in a hurry to go to a brothel in the west of the city and slept all night. He didn't want to kill someone and was frustrated. He bought this painting."

The clattering pocket was thrown in front of the eunuch.

"Do you sell it?"

The eunuch stared at the bags of white silver balls, tremblingly held them in his palm, and murmured to himself: "So much ocean is enough to buy how many two opium... I will sell them, of course I will sell them..."

Although Ronin could not understand Chinese, he had already learned the result from the other person's expression.

Jili Gulu.

"Mr. Nakatani asked, do you still want to stop the transaction?" The translator looked at Chen Jiu with a slanted look.

“…”

Chen Jiu grinned, relaxed his muscles, and retracted the long knife back on his shoulder.

"The money has been paid, and I can't afford a higher price, so of course I can't stop it."

Nakaya laughed loudly, took the imperial edict from the eunuch, and his expression was like a victorious general. He spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and took his companions and translators to walk away with his head held high.

Chen Jiu looked at their backs, his mouth widened and his teeth were so white.

"friend?"

"Um." Chen Jiu kept his smile.

"Friend, don't be angry. If you haven't got the stuff, you can't get it. At least you can save your life. Today is your luck. In the past, those ronin people will really draw their swords."

The owner had accepted the reality at this time and looked bleak.

"There is no way, the country is in a downturn, the situation is stronger than that of people. This is the broad daylight of Tianjin."

"Yes, broad daylight."

Chen Jiu looked up at the sky,

"But it's going to be dark soon."

...

At midnight, the clouds are thick, with no stars or moon.

"Tanaka, you have such a poor alcohol tolerance. Are you really a man from the Great Japanese Empire?"

"That woman's skin is so smooth, just like tofu."

"By the way, Zhonggu got a good baby at a low price today. No wonder he was so happy that he invited all the guests today."

"Didn't come out of the middle valley?"

"It's still on the woman's belly. I said that I won't go back to the gym tonight, and I will stay and show the heroic spirit of Hokkaido men."

"Heroic spirit? Don't let people disarm, right?"

"Hahaha!"

"I'll go pee..."

There was a noisy noise at the door of the brothel, and drunk roninmen supported each other, and on the dark street, one of the short ronin left the team and turned into the alley.

Lift up the hem of the kimono.

"Shh~"

The short ronin shivered, and the alcohol was blown by the night wind, and it seemed that he had woken up a lot, and the alley under the night was shady.

"Hey, what?"

A big and flat shadow slowly approached from the depths of the alley. The strange appearance reminded the ronin of many legends in his hometown, mountain boy, tall girl, and flying head man...

"stop!"

The ronin drew his knife and widened his eyes hard.

At this time, a moonlight burst out of the clouds with difficulty and threw it above the thing. It turned out that it was not a head, but a straw hat covering the whole face.

"What, it turns out to be human. What are you doing?" Randon breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!