Devil Gaiden

What would the teacher think of the new student's lover? "

Gritting his teeth, and pondering for a moment full of torment, Takasugi finally gave in.

In order to see Teacher Songyang as soon as possible, he endured it!

"Please take me back to see Teacher Songyang." He expressed his pleading unwillingly with the ambiguous word "please". Gao Sugi's voice was very weak, which made people think of a string that was about to break.

"Well, the three-person team is officially established." Smiling, she stopped teasing the young master, and instead said in a more or less serious tone: "You also know that guests in Yoshihara are not allowed to wear weapons .Besides, I didn't bring 'Bai Ji' with me because I thought it was troublesome. So, in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, you two little burdens should listen to me carefully."

Of course, if there are any emergencies, it doesn't matter if you play around...

Gently opening the door, Haijiang poked his head out and cautiously looked at the corridor for a while, then hooked his hands behind him, motioning for the two to follow.

"Low your head, don't make a sound."

Nodding, Takasugi and the wig tiptoed behind her, walking through the closed sliding doors.

At the beginning, the situation was smooth, and no one noticed the sneaky three people.Takasugi knows that those who can book the high-end single rooms on the highest floor are usually high-ranking shogunate officials and rich people. This kind of people are often immersed in the pleasure of wine and sex, and they are dizzy as soon as they arrive here. May be too much to notice...

"That Yoshida or something... is called Song..." Gao Shan's heart shuddered when he caught a certain word too keenly, and he held his breath, completely ignoring the surprised eyes of the wig beside him, but quietly moved to the edge of the paper door , listen carefully.

Under the barrier of the sliding door, one can see a staggering figure staggering, occasionally there is the sound of clinking wine cups, the strong aroma of wine floats through the crack of the door, and faint voices leak out Contains the characteristic slurring of speech after drunkenness.

With some doubts, the wig also walked over and put his ears on the door,

"Yes, it's that...Yoshida Shoyo..." He held his glass high and twirled comically, and a drunk man called out the name of the person Takasugi was interested in. "It's the guy hiding in the country. He's not having a good few days."

The wine glass was tilted, and the mellow wine poured down like a gurgling stream, falling into the man's wide-open mouth.

"Just in the past few days, there has been an action. I am going to that remote village. Let me tell you secretly..." Perhaps because of the miraculous effect of alcohol, the voice of this person who knows something inside is raised high , can no longer be described with the word "secretly".

Throwing the wine glass behind him, he yelled: "Kanzheng raids have been going on for quite some time, this time the shogunate is really serious, and it is necessary to capture Yoshida Shoyang who secretly instigated the emperor to declare the exile of the barbarians. All the people from Zhaoyuan Naraku have been dispatched."

"Now, that guy is more dangerous than good." He clapped his hands and laughed, obviously gloating, and the man took a few more sips of his drink.

Mr. Songyang, he is in danger...

His breathing was stagnant, his pupils suddenly dilated, and Takasugi tightened his fists.

"Guests, please..." The shrill voice climbed up the stairs, and Ruoye led several handsome teenagers and a new distinguished guest to the top floor, and caught a glimpse of the wig leaning against the sliding door For the two of them, his flattering laughter immediately choked in his throat.

"Hey! Why aren't you two accompanying the guests? What's going on!" He crossed his hips and scolded ferociously.

As if motivated by the sharp questioning, Gao Shan raised his head and looked straight at Ruo Ye.

In the changing light and shadow, the boy's face that was hidden in the shadow finally appeared clearly in front of the other party.

Seeing Takasugi's expression at this moment, Ruoye backed up a few steps in horror, almost tripped and rolled down at the corner of the stairs.He clutched his chest tightly, feeling his heart beating violently, almost wanting to pop out.

terrible……

When he came back to his senses, he had to be supported by a few newcomers beside him to stand firm.

He is a young man of few words and looks quite handsome.This is just the most superficial impression floating on the surface.

However, at this moment, Takasugi Junxiu's face underwent a profound change. The original indifferent expression no longer existed, replaced by a cruel and brutal expression like the evil ghost Shura, revealing from those cold green eyes. Frenzied bloodlust.

Now he is more like a fierce blade drawn out of its sheath, a roaring beast...

Running towards Ruoye's direction, Takasugi savagely bumped away a few people with his shoulder, ran and jumped down the stairs.

All of a sudden, screams and shouts erupted, and panicked footsteps overlapped. The noise caused made it impossible to achieve the original intention of the covert operation.

Attracted by Ruoye and the others, Yoshihara's "Baihua" people will soon come after him.

If Takasugi is left alone...

Looking down from the window sill on one side, she saw Takasugi running wildly among the crowd.However, from under the eaves of various alley corners, many members of "Baihua" wearing masks are looming and gathering towards him.

Really, young master, you really arranged a good night show for me.

Now that the grand stage has been set, it doesn't seem worthwhile not to play.

"Wig, let's go too." Jumping onto the windowsill, Haijiang grabbed the collar of the wig.

"Not a wig is Gui!"

Oh, it doesn't matter.

A wild smile bloomed on the beautiful face, the corners of her clothes fluttered, and the girl jumped down.

"Let's have fun!"

15 Being targeted by "Chun Yu" and the shogunate?it doesn't matter

Fresh blood, warm and glaring, smeared on the handsome side face of the young man like thick splashed ink, interweaving and blending into an enchanting and beautiful pattern, sliding down and flying down along the thin line of the chin.

Whose blood is this?

He thought in a daze.Suddenly, there was a stinging pain on the cheek, and the pain of the blood turned out sharpened the thinking again, and the road ahead that was blurred by blood seemed to become open and clear again.

He can even see farther. At the end of the road full of thorns, there is such a warm smiling face that he has been looking for...

By the way, this blood is the painful price paid by those who dare to block his way.

He stubbornly thought so.

Only in this way can he motivate himself with more hope, and he has gone one step further, not far from the place where Teacher Songyang is...

Looking around at the "Haihua" members who surrounded him and held various weapons, Takasugi slightly turned his face to the side and looked at the long knife that had been snatched from him, his slightly emptiness eyes were smeared. The bloody blade floated towards the tip of the blade that was glowing with cold light.

Like a silent baptism, he put his heart, which was gradually dulled by fighting and fleeing all the way, on a sharp knife to sharpen it painfully, and suppressed the overwhelming pain of the body with a selfless spirit, turning himself into a weapon to eliminate obstacles .

When he raised his head again, his gaze was cold and sharp, removing any trace of warmth that an ordinary person should have.

Chest heaved violently, Takasugi tried his best to calm down the already disordered breathing, the scene in the dojo in the past faintly appeared in his mind, Mr. Songyang held a wooden knife in his hand, with an elegant smile on his delicate face, he taught every move patiently and meticulously ...

After the memory flashback that lasted only a few seconds ended, he had already set up a posture of facing each other.

The knife he held tightly was not suitable for his hand, and it was far less familiar and friendly than the wooden knife in the dojo in his memory.

However, in terms of a desperate fight, it is enough.

Teacher Songyang...

I don't know how many times, he said silently in his heart.

Soon, I will be back with you.

After making a secret promise, Takasugi unconsciously moved the corner of his mouth, and slowly let out a ferocious smile.

Just like a wounded lone wolf, he has been aroused with all his ferocity.

There was only one thought left in his mind.Go to that person's side, as for the guys blocking the way, all...

The long blade cut through the neck and pierced the heart, and the gushing blood seemed endless, dyeing the world in his eyes an ominous scarlet color.

At this moment, what lingered in his ears was not one after another of mournful wails, nor the heavy muffled sound of weapons sinking into flesh and blood. His senses seemed to drift away from the cruel fighting field of Shura along with his thoughts, back to a certain place. One sunny afternoon, listening to Mr. Songyang's gentle voice when he recited haiku.

The muscles all over his body were already extremely sore from the rounds of breaking through, but he still used his firm belief to mobilize the remaining physical strength, almost relying on mechanical instinct to fight.

Swing the knife until the moment you fall...

The blade was raised, and it slashed towards the heart of a "Baihua" member.

However, in an instant, a burst of cold light flickered and danced in front of his eyes, and then, the strong impact of the rushing shock made his tiger's mouth numb and painful, making him have to take a few steps back.

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the long knife that had been slightly curled due to repeated fierce battles suddenly broke, and half of the split blade fell powerlessly to Gao Shan's feet.

"That's it." The male voice with a hint of playfulness mixed with coldness seemed to come from a higher peak.

Before he could study it carefully, a stalk of Kunai shot towards him, wrapped in the whistling sound of tearing the air, and went straight to his neck.

The rapidly approaching Kunai was reflected in his pupils, and Takasugi wanted to dodge, but his body, which had been overly squeezed, became a burden at this moment, and his numb and stiff feet could no longer support him to complete his swift dodge.

Really, is it over here...

The breeze, blowing, brings a refreshing fragrance.

"Young master, you owe me a debt." The clear laughter, which always contained a sense of sly and playful, inexplicably made the anxious