I was a swordsman in ancient Japan

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Gamiya nodded: "I have something to do. I won't eat breakfast today."

"...how long are you going to be out?"

"I don't know." Mamiya replied honestly, "But I will finish my work and come back as soon as possible."

"...I see." Lin turned her eyes back to the miso soup in front of her, "Then go and come back quickly."

"Master, don't you...won't you ask me why I want to go out all of a sudden?" On the face of Jian Gong, there were traces of doubts that could not be concealed.

"How long have you been working under my command? I have already figured out some of your behaviors and habits." Lin said lightly, "You didn't tell me why you wanted to go out in the first place just now. You just told me that you wanted to go out." Going out. This means that it is not convenient for you to tell me why you are going out now."

"In that case, I won't ask too much. When you want to tell me, come and tell me."

"...Yes." A smile slowly bloomed on Gamiya's face, "I see."

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Mamiya pressed the bamboo hat extremely low, and walked straight forward without haste along the street under his feet.

Because it is only just dawn, there are not many pedestrians on the street.

In order not to let people around see his face, Mamiya not only lowered the bamboo hat, but also lowered his head.

Although in this way, he could not see the road ahead, but could only see the road under his feet, but Gamiya's pace still did not stop at all, he walked straight when he should go straight, and turned when he should turn. The appearance of being familiar with the road, as if... the road under your feet has been walked thousands of times.

Mamiya, who never stopped along the way, finally stopped in front of a mansion in a remote place in Edo.

Although it is still early in the morning and there are not many people on the streets, this is Edo with a population of one million. No matter how few people there are, there should be more or less one or two pedestrians on each street.

But the street in front of this mansion is not like this - the street in front of this mansion is empty.

No one passed by—letting this street, and even this mansion, cast a slightly gloomy atmosphere.

--arrive……

Mamiya raised the bamboo hat on his head slightly, and looked at the mansion in front of him.

knock knock knock.

He knocked on the door of the mansion.

The knock on the door broke the silence of this dead avenue and became the only sound in this avenue.

Squeak.

After a while, the side door next to the main gate of the mansion was opened, and a very young attendant walked out through the opened side door, looking suspiciously at the palace.

"Who are you?" The young man asked, "What are you doing in front of my mansion of Yamada Asemon? If you want to ask someone for a pill, please leave. Our medicine has been sold out."

"You don't recognize me?" Gamiya asked back, "That's right, I haven't seen you before, you are probably new here."

"Please inform the inside, just say: 'Kurang Yoshitsune' is visiting."

The suspicion in the young man's eyes became more serious.

He was just an attendant with a low status, and the person in front of him was a warrior, and he was a warrior who dared to say "tell me inside" with a flat face, which made him dare not neglect at all.

"Please wait a moment." The young waiter unconsciously changed his tone into honorifics and returned to the mansion through the side door.

Mamiya stood where he was, waiting quietly.

He didn't have to wait long.

Not long after, he saw the side door being pulled open abruptly.

Then, a black shadow rushed out along the side door at a dizzying speed, and rushed into Jiangong's arms.

"Brother!"

"Yi Chao..." Jian Gong smiled, stroking the head of the person in his arms, "Long time no see, you have grown a lot taller."

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If you forget who Yoshitomo is, you can go back to Chapter 578 "Ogata: "Huh? Pirate? Here?"", Yoshitomo is Wenxian's son: Yamada Asemon Yoshitomo.

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Chapter 609 Flying like a dragon in the night sky of Edo! 【6000】

"Jiulang wants to spend the night here tonight?" Looking at Yi Chao who was kneeling in front of him, Wen Xian's face was expressionless, making it impossible to see what he was thinking, only a bit of surprise appeared in his eyes .

"Yes!" Yi Chao said loudly, "Brother, he said he wanted to spend the night here so that he could have a longer chat with me whom I haven't seen for a long time."

"Didn't he just say that he would only stay here for a while?" Wen Xian asked back.

Yi Chao opened his mouth, and when he was about to say something, Wen Xian said again:

"Forget it, it doesn't make any difference whether he stays here for an hour or until tomorrow." Wen Xian waved his hand, "Go and tell him that I will only keep him until tomorrow morning at most. After tomorrow morning, he has to leave for me."

Wen Xian watched Yi Chao leave.

After Yi Chao left, Wen Xian also slowly stood up from the tatami, and then walked straight to a room deep in the mansion.

It was a room with an unremarkable door.

But behind this seemingly innocuous door is a small Buddhist hall.

In the very center of the Buddhist hall, there is a small Buddha statue that is only one person tall.

This Buddha statue folds its hands together, eyes half closed, and looks forward, as if looking at everything.

Those who have a deep understanding of Buddhism will be able to immediately recognize that the true face of this Buddha statue is the most sublime Buddha in Tantric Buddhism: Vairocana.

However, after entering this small Buddhist hall, Wen Xian didn't look at the Buddha statue of Vairocana the whole time. He just walked straight in front of the Buddha statue and walked to a knife holder placed in front of the Buddha statue.

There is only one knife on this knife rack.

One blade has a very curved body, and the scabbard and handle are black and purple.

Wen Xian removed the knife from the knife holder with both hands, and then slowly pulled the blade out of its sheath.

Cang Lang Lang.

As the blade was pulled out of the sheath inch by inch, Wen Xian's eyes were illuminated by the light reflected by the blade.

The light reflected by the knife actually carried a few streaks of strange purple light, which made Wen Xian's pupils covered with a circle of purple light.

House of Asemon Yamada, Haramamiya's room

"How?" Mamiya asked Yoshitomo who had just returned.

Yoshitomo nodded: "Very well, father agreed to keep you until tomorrow morning."

"Then it's so good, I'll trouble you to bring over lunch and dinner."

"Brother, won't you come and have dinner with us?"

"If I eat with you, the atmosphere will be very awkward." Mamiya smiled, "Based on the current relationship between me and my father, Mr. Yamada Asemon, if I eat at the same table with him, I am afraid that everyone will be embarrassed." I think the food in front of me is hard to swallow."

"So it's better for me to eat alone."

After all, Mamiya stood up.

"Okay, Yoshitomo, let's go to your room."

"I stayed here in the name of being able to chat with you more, so it's better to stay in your room, it's not easy to be suspicious, and staying in your room all the time is also more convenient for our actions tonight. "

"Yeah!" Yoshitomo nodded his head very hard, "Just tonight, let that girl escape from this Abi hell."

about half an hour ago

House of Asemon Yamada, Haramamiya's room

"A girl who can regenerate organs?" Mamiya's eyes stared as if they were about to fall out of their sockets due to shock, "Yitomo, tell me clearly, what is going on here?"

"Everything starts from more than a month ago." Yichao lowered his head and said slowly, "One day more than a month ago, I was ordered by my father to go to the execution ground to execute the death row prisoner, and my father and I Let’s go together and check how my current skill is.”

When the younger generation first started to take over the work at the execution ground, the older generation supervised and gave pointers. This is one of the unwritten rules of the Yamada Asemon family.

"After successfully executing the death row inmate that day, I went home with my father."

"But on the way home, my father and I suddenly heard strange noises from the alley next to us."

"Walking into the alley, it turned out that two hooligans were bullying a little girl."

While listening carefully, Mamiya nodded from time to time in response.

Edo, with a population of one million, naturally has no one, and it is just a very common scene for local gangsters to cause trouble everywhere.

"Those two hooligans wanted to insult the little girl. When my father and I arrived, one of the hooligans had already pulled out a small knife to cut the girl's clothes."

"When you see this kind of thing with your own eyes, there is no reason to turn a blind eye."

"I drove off those two bastards by myself."

"Things are going on as usual."

"But the scene that happened before my eyes was completely abnormal."

"When the two hooligans were cutting the girl's clothes with a knife, because the girl was struggling desperately, the knife accidentally cut her forearm."

"I wanted to take the girl to a doctor for treatment."

"But when I went to help the girl, the girl resisted desperately and said not to touch her."

"At first I thought it was just that the girl had just been frightened and hadn't recovered from it."

"However, when I just helped the girl up, I saw that the girl's wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye."

"Just blinked a few times, and the girl's injury was completely healed."

"At that time, I and my father who was standing next to me were scared to death."

"I have grown up so much, and I have never seen such a scene that has subverted my perception of everything in the world."

"And when I didn't know what to do, my father was the first to recover and started to act."

"The father knocked the girl unconscious and took the girl home"

"Sometimes I really feel that my father is a terrible person."

"While witnessing such a horrific scene, while I was still dumbfounded and at a loss, my father quickly came to his senses and immediately thought that this girl is of great use"

"After the father forcibly brought the girl home, he started the tests."

"He wanted to test that girl, since the wound can heal so quickly, can her organs recover after being damaged?"

"So the father locked the girl in the basement and started testing"

"Test results made dad smile"

"This girl's internal organs will regenerate by themselves"

"then"

Before Yoshitomo could finish his words, Mamiya, who already had a gloomy face, had already finished the rest of the words for Yoshitomo:

"So the father imprisoned the girl, took the girl's gall continuously, and used the girl's gall to make human gall bladders."

"That's right." Yoshitomo closed his eyes with a face full of pain, "The girl is very young. Although she is a bit malnourished, her gall is still a high-quality gall that is quite suitable for making medicines."

"Yi Chao." Jian Gong asked in a deep voice at this time, "Apart from you and father, who else knows the existence of this girl?"

"Except for me and my father, no one else knows that there is such a magical girl who is locked in the basement below our mansion." Yoshitomo replied, "My father did not tell anyone about the existence of this girl, nor did he tell anyone about it." Report to the shogunate. Father probably wants to monopolize this girl, so that she can help him produce a steady stream of high-quality human gallbladders."

"Yi Chao. Have you participated in this inhuman pharmaceutical?" Mamiya asked.

"No!" Yi Chao opened his eyes suddenly, and denied it, "I never participated in it."