Two-dimensional Wanderer

He thinks that the reverse-blade knives that are cast are good and bad, but he doesn't know that the quality of the sword depends on the person who uses it.

Even a long sword worth a few dollars was comparable to a magic weapon in the hands of Yingluo.

and so……

"I've been looking forward to Hiicun Kenshin and Reverse Blade for a long time!" Yingluo was a little excited, after all, he was a hero in his heart when he was a child.

but……

"I won't keep my hands, if I knock you out, I will fight you home!"

Compared to worship, defeating heroes is the greatest happiness.

"Ah, it doesn't matter, I have already prepared." Jian Xin said: "But I will try to hold on as long as possible!"

Yingluo laughed: "For the sake of you being so 'well-behaved', I won't kick your ass this time."

"Really? That's really nice!"

Yingluo and Jianxin looked at each other and smiled, as if they had returned to the time when they practiced swords on the mountain when they were young, carefree.

But even though there will be sorrow now, isn't it also a harvest of new happiness?

Nothing in the world is perfect, so it has the value of hard work.

The Juichi character collided with the reverse-blade sword, steel to steel, blade to blade, heart to heart.

Since you are a swordsman, let's talk with your sword!

From Tornado to Dragon's Nest, from Longxiang to Longshan, Feitian Yujianliu's moves were used from the hands of the two, and the fierce attack and defense unfolded, which was brilliant.

Then the two of them stood still and put on a swordsmanship starting style...

"Nine-headed dragon flash!"

One two three four Wu Lu Qi eight nine!

Nine hits without fancy, sparked dazzling sparks, but still... no winner or loser!

"Do you want to use that trick to decide the outcome?" Jian Xin asked.

Yingluo put the sword back in its sheath, shook her head and said, "No need, it's already stained with too much blood of the Flying Swordsman."

Kenshin nodded.He also learned the secret of Tianxiang Longshan from Bigu.

As the existence of genre mysteries, it is handed down from generation to generation.The method of teaching is that the master uses nine-headed dragon flashes to feed tricks.

If the disciple can display the profound meaning, the master will die.If it cannot be done, the apprentice will die.

To outsiders, Tianxiang Longshan may be an incredible skill; but to the descendants of Feitian Yujianliu, it is full of sadness.

Swordsmanship is the art of killing.

But the swordsman is a man of love.

Perhaps the cruel Warring States period at that time needed to select outstanding successors in this way, but it is no longer necessary now.

"Your sword is much quieter."

"Really?" Jian Xin smiled, his eyes full of tenderness: "Probably, he is no longer confused."

"Then what should I do now, you can't stop me, how do I explain it to the top?"

"I don't need to explain, I've long been tired of the officialdom, and I just took this opportunity to resign." Jian Xin looked at the military uniform he was wearing and said, "Compared to this hard clothes, the swordsman's uniform should be softer. ."

"Then wait for me, you can go home for dinner soon."

"kindness."

"Bang Bang Bang!" Ying Luo knocked on the door of a residential house, and a woman holding a child asked cautiously.

"Please, please, what's the matter?"

"Soujiro!"

"Ah, here!"

The chrysanthemum character was exchanged to its owner.

"No matter how you say it, the other party died because of you. You still need to understand this grievance with your own hands!"

Okubo Toshinori was thrown in front of the door, staring with frightened eyes, trying to speak, but sobbing and sobbing vaguely.

The young woman was startled and wanted to retreat into the house, but was stopped by Yingluo.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt you."

In a short sentence, the young woman felt inexplicably at ease.

The side of the heart, the former killing technique, was used by Yingluo to soothe the soul.

Sojiro Seta had killed people, but not so blatantly. His hands were shaking, but he stopped quickly.

Phew, he let out a long breath, then raised his hand and dropped the knife.

A generation of heroes, Okubo Toshitsu died.

Under the sword, everyone is the same weight.

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Chapter 85 Romance of the Swordsman at the End of the Bakumatsu

"Well, it's neater than I thought." Yingluo patted the other party's shoulder, then turned to the young woman and said, "I can do nothing about life and death, the only thing I can do is to kill the enemy. It has been reported, and the rest is to work hard to survive."

The young woman didn't know the news of her husband's death until now, her face was ignorant, but she just nodded subconsciously.

But Yingluo didn't care either, what she needed to avenge others was not gratitude, but the pursuit of inner peace.

"So, let's go!" She took Kenshin and Sojiro's hands: "It's time to go home for dinner!"

But the cold barrel stood in front of them, and an officer shouted loudly: "Bastard, you really dare to kill Okubo-sama, this time we won't be merciful!"

"Hmph, the dog jumps over the wall." Yingluo sneered and pulled out the words Ju Yi: "Those who kill should have been killed long ago. I am no exception. If you want revenge, I will accompany you!"

The officer raised his hand: "Prepare!"

The sound of the bolt being pulled sounded.

Yin Luo also narrowed her eyes.

Just as the double-haired battle was about to break out, the hooves of the horses sounded from far to near, and a rider broke into the arena.

"The Prime Minister has ordered that all aspects of the military department immediately withdraw to the barracks outside the city, and do not disturb the people!"

"What?" the officer shouted in disbelief, "But Lord Okubo has already been killed by this villain!"

"Even if it's murder, the Ministry of Justice will decide, and it's not the military's turn to intervene. And... the crime of Toshinori Okubo will be announced to the public soon!"

"A crime? What crime does Okubo-sama have?"

"Hmph, Litong betrayed the country, colluded with foreigners, betrayed national interests, and so on.

The officer's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he suddenly realized: "Sao Le Zong San... Xiang Le Zong San is feigning illness, right? He deliberately pretended to be ill to let Okubo Litong show his legs, right?"

The rider just sneered and didn't answer.

The officer suddenly changed his attitude just now, full of admiration and praise.He said that he had endured humiliation and burdened, just for the moment to set things right now.

Simply disgusting.

The rider interrupted him: "Since that's the case, why don't you lead the troops out of the city, do you want to disobey?"

"Don't dare!" The officer waved his hands again and again, quickly greeted his subordinates, and withdrew with his tail between his legs.

As for Okubo Toshinori...it's just a corpse now.

Since it is a corpse, it is meaningless.

"The three of Xiangle have also changed." Yingluo said with emotion.

The simple peasant youth of that year has never returned.

The rider dismounted, walked respectfully in front of the three of them, saluted and said, "Dare to ask, but Miss Yingluo."

"Well, it's down!"

The rider's face showed joy, and he said quickly: "The Prime Minister has an invitation, please come and talk."

"Sorry, I'm not free now."

"Ah?" The rider was dumbfounded, that was the prime minister of a country.The leader and idol of the Japanese, an opportunity that many people could not ask for, was rejected so simply?

"I don't know... I don't know what you have to do. If it's not important, let's postpone another appointment."

"I'm sorry, it's a very important thing."

The corners of the rider's mouth twitched, and he asked patiently, "Dare to ask what's the matter?"

Ying Luo pulled Jian Xin and replied, "Go to my brother's house for dinner, do you think it's important?"

"Eat, eat?" The rider almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood: "Just because of such a trivial matter, do you actually want to decline the invitation of Your Excellency the Prime Minister?"

"It's not a trivial matter!" Yingluo said with a smile: "I don't care what others think, but in my heart, eating with my family is the happiest and most important thing in the world!"

The rider stared at the backs of the three of them, dazed.

He suddenly remembered that it seemed that he hadn't eaten with his wife and children for a long time.

Maybe, when this time is over, it's time to take a long vacation.

After all, wasn't it just to make that woman happier when she joined the political world?

Since when did you forget this?

But remember now, it should not be too late.

Suddenly I want to eat, the saury made by that woman.

……

Jianxin's small house was crowded with people.

Xuedaiba, Xuedaiyuan, Kamiya Kaoru, Seta Sojiro, and Saito's family, and even the doctor Gao Hehui, who came to the clinic, was forced to stay.

Of course, our protagonist, Yingluo, is also indispensable.

"Come, come, have another drink!"