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Volume 6 Conquest Chapter 204 Things Beyond the Eyeball

Since he took over, Yamamoto Kumago has been expanding the territory of the Yamamoto family with his fierceness and bravery. He has more than 30,000 younger brothers. Now his position in the Yamaguchi-gumi has faintly surpassed the current head Fujiwara Nori, and has also aroused the jealousy of Fujiwara Nori and other sect leaders. The other families have secretly united and are ready to join forces to fight against the Yamamoto family. This is why Yamamoto Kumago does not want to provoke Zhang Yang, a powerful enemy. At the same time, this guy really admires Chinese martial arts and sincerely wants to learn a few moves from Zhang Yang to improve himself.

Originally, Yamamoto Kumago did not need to show up in person for such a small scene, but when he heard his subordinates report that Zhang Yang had knocked down all his subordinates with only two chopsticks, he immediately realized that the other party was an extremely skilled master. After seeing the magical moment when Zhang Yang "flying noodles" for his subordinates, he became more determined in his heart.

Therefore, after patiently accompanying Zhang Yang to finish a bowl of ramen, he raised two fingers and pointed, and his subordinates immediately took out a large amount of money and handed it to the waiter.

Sanben Kumago said with a smile: "Please allow me to pay for you, as a small respect from me. I want to treat you to a banquet tonight. I wonder if you can do me the honor?"

If outsiders saw the super big brother of the Yamaguchi group being so humble in front of a young man to pay for a bowl of ramen, I wonder how many people would be shocked?

Zhang Yang thought to himself, I came to find your brother Yamamoto Kumaji to make trouble, what is there to talk to you about? But after thinking about it, Zhang Yang smiled and nodded, "Okay, I just came from China today and I don't have a place to live yet. If your house is spacious, how about I stay at your place for a few days?"

Yamamoto Xiongwu was overjoyed and said, "Xiongwu is more than happy to do so. Don't worry, I will arrange everything."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "What are you waiting for? Let's go now. I'll see how good your kung fu is later." Yamamoto Xiongwu was overjoyed and stood up to invite him. Zhang Yang strode out of the store. Someone had already run over to open the car door and put his hand on the top of the car door to invite Zhang Yang to sit in. Yamamoto Xiongwu sat in the front passenger seat and said to the driver, "Go to Sakura Villa."

The driver started the car with a look of surprise. You should know that Sakura Villa is the base camp of the Yamamoto family. It is called Sakura Villa, but it is actually a mountain villa by the mountain and the sea. Yamamoto Xiongwu would never take ordinary guests back there. It can be seen that he attaches great importance to the young man sitting behind him.

From this generation in the west city to the Sakura Villa in the east city, the car almost crossed the entire Tokyo. From this, we can see how powerful the Yamamoto family is in Tokyo. From east to west, the entire northern area of ​​Tokyo is almost all Yamamoto Kumago's territory. No wonder the other families have to unite to deal with him.

The car went up the hillside along the sea halfway, turned into a lush forest, entered a tall and wide gate, and drove into the Sakura Villa area.

Looking out from the car, Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh. This is the momentum of a big family that has been passed down for generations. It has a positive and profound foundation, which is not comparable to ordinary nouveau riche.

The car stopped in front of a small building with blue bricks and red roofs. Yamamoto Kumago got out of the car first and opened the door for Zhang Yang. This scene made the several men in black and the gardeners in uniform in the yard look surprised. Yamamoto Kumago ignored the gazes of these people and extended his hand to invite Zhang Yang into the small building. The two sat down on the sofa in the living room. A servant had already brought a sophisticated tray to offer fragrant tea.

"This is Longjing from China. Please taste it, sir." Yamamoto Kumago said with a smile. Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled, "You are too polite. My name is Zhang Yang. You can call me by my name."

Yamamoto Kumago hurriedly said, "That won't work. I'll still call you Mr. Zhang." Zhang Yang nodded with a smile. As for the name, it was just a mark, and Zhang Yang didn't force it.

Putting down the teacup, Zhang Yang smiled lightly and said, "Come on, let me see how good your kung fu is now." Yamamoto Kumago paused for a moment before asking, "Is it here?"

Zhang Yang nodded with a smile: "Then where else do you want to try? Do you want to choose a place before the enemy starts?"

Yamamoto Kumago smiled embarrassedly and asked, "How can I try here?" Zhang Yang smiled lightly, I'm sitting here, you can just use your best kung fu to beat me.

Yamamoto Kumago also knew that all masters were like this, so he stood there, exhaled and shouted, and with a loud roar, he punched Zhang Yang with a sound of wind. Zhang Yang smiled and did not dodge or avoid. When Yamamoto Kumaji's fist was about to touch his eyelashes, he leisurely stretched out two fingers and pointed at Yamamoto Kumago's fist. Yamamoto Kumago felt a strong force coming from his fist, and he couldn't help but hummed and retreated a dozen feet before he stabilized his body.

"Not bad, you still have some basics." Zhang Yang said lightly: "It's just that your lower body is unstable. You can see that you haven't practiced basic kung fu systematically."

"Then is it too late for me to start from the beginning now?" Yamamoto Kumago asked with hope. Zhang Yang thought to himself, if you are too late now, how can I fool you?

"Haha, it's not too late. Practicing some basic things doesn't violate the rules of my sect. I'll teach you. From today on, you get up every morning and practice standing still for two hours in a secluded place. When your lower body is stable, I'll consider whether I can teach you Chinese Kung Fu."

Yamamoto Kuma agreed in a row, happily thinking about how to practice the basic skills of the horse-stance as soon as possible. In fact, Zhang Yang was not lying to him. This guy originally practiced Muay Thai and Western Sanda, and also practiced karate for a period of time. If he really practiced hard as Zhang Yang said, he might really make great progress.

Just as the two of them were thinking about their own thoughts, there was a clattering sound outside the living room door. With the sound, a girl floated in like a white cloud. After seeing Zhang Yang, she stopped, bowed deeply, and said in a voice like a silver bell: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you had guests. I'll leave now."

The girl was small in stature, with a white jade-like face, wearing a white kimono, white cotton socks and wooden clogs, looking so refreshing and cute.

Yamamoto Xiongwu stood up and shouted, "It's okay. This is my most distinguished Chinese guest, and also my master. Come and meet him."

He turned his head and said to Zhang Yang, "Zhang Yangjun, this is my youngest sister, Yamamoto Sakurako. She is not married yet, so she still lives at home."

Yamamoto Sakurako lowered her head and stepped on wooden clogs with her hands crossed and pressed against her abdomen. She walked slowly into Zhang Yang with three steps and three shakes, and bent down deeply. Her snow-white back was revealed from the gap between the bright red underwear at the back collar of the kimono, almost hitting Zhang Yang's eyes. "Hello Zhang Yangjun, I am Yamamoto Sakurako, please take care of me."

Zhang Yang remembered that he had read a post about Japanese women on the Internet, saying that in fact many Japanese women are not so beautiful. Because of the innate factors of their race, most of them are petite, short legs and thick feet. It is easy to show their shyness when wearing too revealing professional clothes. So they have to use the looseness and fatness of kimonos to cover up their natural shortness and thick legs. This is "hiding". Of course, there are many things to learn about "hiding", and "hiding" is also very clever.

The colors and styles of kimonos worn by women are also particular. These silent elements are the signs of distinguishing age and marital status. For example, unmarried girls wear "tight-sleeved outer clothes"; married women wear "wide-sleeved outer clothes"; the hairstyle also matches it. For example, if you comb your hair in a bowl-shaped "Shimada" style, you have to wear a red-collared shirt, which is the dress of unmarried women; if you comb your hair in a round bun and wear a plain shirt, you are a married housewife.

Kimonos have no buttons, only a knotted belt. The wrapped body is hidden in various thin fabrics, looming, adding a bit of hazy beauty. This kind of "hiding" is actually a half-hearted "hiding", ambiguous and hazy. This is also the main reason why Japanese women are born with the temperament of a fox spirit.

The so-called "revealing" is to expose a woman's neck and back. Just like the ancient Chinese men who were morbidly obsessed with "three-inch golden lotus", Japanese people are generally obsessed with women's necks and backs. Women's kimonos are specially favored and carefully tailored in these two places, and they must be exposed just right, which is both intoxicating and not brothel-like.

To be fair, the necks and backs of Japanese women are not very elegant, but once they are trained and highlighted by kimonos, they immediately "have a different taste". Xu Zhimo has a famous short poem "Sayonara", which talks about the gesture of saying goodbye to Japanese girls with relish: "The most gentle thing is that bowed head, like a water lotus shy in the cool breeze." In fact, he is just talking about people's necks, and he is worthy of being the first master of romance.

Yamamoto Sakurako wore a white dark flower kimono, matched with a white flower on her head, with a fair face and big eyes, she was really beautiful like a fairy.

"Oh, please don't be polite. My name is Zhang Yang. Please take care of me." Zhang Yang also imitated Yamamoto Sakurako and bowed slightly.

Yamamoto Sakurako bowed deeply to Zhang Yang again, pursed her lips and smiled secretly: "Please don't be polite. I came to tell Xiong Wu that my father has something to ask you." Then she bowed deeply to Zhang Yang: "Sorry, I'll leave you." Then she took two steps back, straightened up, and walked out with a creaking sound on her clogs. As her slender waist swayed, the small cloth bag on her back was also shaking rhythmically.

Zhang Yang retracted his gaze until Yamamoto Sakurako had walked out of the room, and said to Yamamoto Xiongwu: "Since you have something to do, then go quickly. I want to look around here casually. Is that okay?"

Yamamoto Xiongwu walked quickly to the door and shouted to Yamamoto Sakurako who had not gone far: "Sakurako, please accompany Mr. Zhang to visit everywhere. I will go to my father's place."

Yamamoto Sakurako stopped when she heard the voice, agreed crisply, and walked back in small steps on wooden clogs.

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