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Itakura Hirahiko's body was a full circle bigger than Qingdeng's.

Knocking away objects that are so much bigger and heavier than him... It can be seen how much strength Qingdeng used for this punch.

The fat Roshan drew a low but standard parabola in mid-air, and landed on the ground four steps away from Qing Deng.

Landing does not mean the flight stops.

Roshan flipped several times against the ground, rolling up a lot of dust and smoke, until the whole person was about to hit the crowd of onlookers outside the open space, Itakura Hirahiko finally stopped the retreat and stabilized stature.

At this time, suddenly, Qingdeng felt a gust of cold wind with clanging swords blowing towards his body from the slanted spines.

Even if you only listen to the sound, you can feel the sharpness and frightening momentum contained in this cold wind.

Qingdeng, who had no time to turn his head to look, was convinced that the danger was coming, listened to the voice and argued his position, leaned back sharply, and stepped back half a step - a knife with a cold light that was unique to steel, brushed against Qingdeng's chest. past.

The person who wielded the knife was one of the four bodyguards of Hirahiko Itakura.

At some point, this person moved to Qingdeng's side and front, which happened to be the blind spot of Qingdeng's vision.

Whether it's the movement technique or the selection of the attack position...they all exude an aura of mastery.

After the failed attack, this man was not in a hurry to pursue the next step against Qingdeng.

I saw him staring at Qingdeng while maintaining the state of being ready for battle, while quickly retreating back to Itakura Hirahiko's side.

Qingdeng's punch to Itakura Hirahiko was quick and sudden.

At the moment when the dull "fist to face" sounded, the audience fell into deathly silence.

Whether it is the group of Confucians or the spectators around them, they all seem to see gods coming down and ghosts appearing in the world, their eyeballs stare as if they will roll out of their sockets and fall to the ground at any time.

In very few people with more expressive expressions, their jaws seemed to be dislocated.

The surroundings became silent in an instant.

Then it became noisy and noisy in an instant.

"This, this man is too courageous, right? How dare he beat Ruonianji's son?"

"What do you mean 'courage'? Is this called stupid? If you beat a samurai in the street, if you can do it well, you can use this as a reason to convict that man with a hat!"

"That's right, I offended Itakura Hirahiko... This person will walk away without food!"

"It's over, it's over, that warrior wearing a bamboo hat is over."

...

Just in this chaotic bell, howling and screaming like killing a pig, resounded through this small space.

"Ahhhhh! My nose! My face! Ahhhhh!"

How could Itakura Hirahiko, who has been pampered and pampered for many years, be able to withstand Qingdeng's boxing?

When he was still flying in the air, his consciousness was interrupted by the overwhelming pain.

After being pinched by the group of Confucians who hurriedly surrounded him, he walked over quietly.

As soon as Fang woke up, a crushing pain spread along his cheeks and spread throughout his body.

The face is terribly numb.

There seemed to be a honeycomb planted in his head, countless bees "buzzed" and flew up and down, messing up his brain.

Itakura Hirahiko raised his trembling hand and touched his own face—the blood on his hand.

The tip of the nose and the root of the nose are tilted to a strange position.

Even if he doesn't look in the mirror, Itakura Hirahiko can still feel his own face, and it must be terrible now.

And it is true.

His nose-centered face swelled rapidly every second.

In a short while, the whole face became twice the normal size.

Itakura Hirahiko's face was already fat and big, like a pig's head.

But now... it is no longer "like", it is completely indistinguishable from a pig's head.

"Itakura-sama, calm down."

One of Hirahiko Itakura's bodyguards stretched out his hands to hold Hirahiko Itakura's shoulders so that he could not move around.

He carefully sized Itakura Hirahiko's face several times. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately... It's just that the nose is broken, and the cheekbones are fine. Itakura-sama, come, we'll take you to the hospital."

The bodyguard stretched out his hand to support Itakura Hirahiko, who was then roughly pushed away by Itakura Hirahiko.

"Get out of the way!"

Itakura Hirahiko pushed away all the people standing in front of him, covered his face with one hand, and pointed at Qingdeng with the other hand that was still trembling due to the severe pain on his face.

"You, you bastard!"

Qingdeng guessed that his next sentence was a classic line often shouted by villains who are used to bullying men and women after being counterattacked: How dare you hit me? !

As soon as Qingdeng thought of this, he heard Itakura Hirahiko say hoarsely:

"You guy, how dare you hit me?!"

——It really is this sentence...

After secretly laughing a few times in his heart, Qing Deng said lightly:

"Is there any problem teaching the shameless wretch who speaks badly?"

After finishing speaking, Qingdeng turned his head and glanced at the crowd on the left and right.

Those people who just wantonly discussed the right and wrong of Tianzhang Courtyard changed their faces and kept silent after being caught by Qingdeng's sight.

Some of the less courageous people didn't even dare to stay here for a long time, and hurriedly buried their faces and waists like mice crossing the street, and fled away from Qingdeng with their tails between their legs.

"Sheng Qing..." Tianzhangyuan stared blankly at Qingdeng's back in front of him. Wherever his eyes flickered, he was full of surprise, puzzlement... and some kind of emotion that was difficult to describe with specific words.

——Is it my... delusion?

Tianzhangyuan always feels that Qingdeng's current anger...seems a bit big?

In fact, the feeling of Tianzhang Courtyard is not wrong.

Qingdeng's current anger is indeed very high.

The reason why he punched Itakura Hirahiko had two reasons.

The superficial reason is very simple: this fat man speaks out loud, and insults Tianzhangyuan with his words.

In the Edo period, when "women should marry early", older leftover women were always regarded as freaks that could be ridiculed.

In such an era, no matter what the private life of Tianzhangyuan is like, whether she is a virgin or not is something that cannot be discussed in public.

Therefore, Itakura Hirahiko's words and deeds can be regarded as a very serious contempt and blasphemy against Tianzhangyuan.

In all fairness, Qingdeng treated Tianzhangyuan...he was very good to him, since he was recruited into the new imperial court, he has been doing his best to train his female boss, full of respect.

Such a boss who doesn't just talk to you about sacrifice and dedication, never puts on airs, and has an approachable personality is rarer than a giant panda.

The person he respects is so despised... How can Qingdeng not be angry?

Qingdeng was not the only one who was angered by Itakura Hirahiko's actions.

Tokugawa Kashige, who sincerely treats Tenzhangin as a mother and child; the double sisters who regard Tenzhangin as the only true god in the world, are all irritated by Itakura Hirahiko's rudeness.

Even if Qingdeng hadn't taken any action just now, the three of them would definitely use their own methods to maintain the Tianzhang Courtyard they deeply admired—maybe even more violent and radical than what Qingdeng did.

As for the deep-seated reason why Qingdeng punched Itakura Hirahiko...

During today's private visit with Iemo Tokugawa and Tianzhangyuan, Qingdeng saw a lot of things that he hadn't paid much attention to...or even noticed.

Originally had a bright future, but was forced to ruin his family by the rich and powerful, and became the "Original Taoist Master" who had to rely on cheating and abduction to make a living.

The farmers who were tortured by natural disasters and man-made disasters, exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes were like Abi Hell.

The people at the bottom of the city who can't even look down on diseases.

Class discrimination and social prejudice go deep into the bone marrow.

These poor people with nothing, living in dire straits.

As a result, meat eaters like Itakura Hirahiko all ate their brains full of fat! Unscrupulously oppressing others, bullying men and women, and turning black and white!

Qingdeng, who leads a team in the Huofu Thief Kai, has the military power in his hand, and has a wide network of contacts. His friends are all over the officialdom, martial arts circles and other fields, so he has the confidence not to give anything to the students of the Changpingzaka Institute and Ruo Nianji's son. good face.

But what about the others?

What about those who have nothing to rely on and nothing to depend on?

It's so unfair...

It's so unfair!

Thinking of this, Qingdeng felt an unknown fire ignite in his heart.

As soon as a spark was sparked by this unknown fire, it immediately burned all over Qingdeng's body with the force of a prairie fire.

This flame... or this surge of emotion is the main reason that drives Qingdeng to clenched his fists.

He wanted to slap Itakura Hirahiko hard in the face.

Want to smash something into pieces!

At this moment, Qingdeng's brows twitched suddenly—for some reason, he suddenly recalled a certain past event in his previous life before he crossed over to this world.

That was when he was in the sixth grade of elementary school.

I forgot what the specific reason was... In short, the teacher sitting on the podium suddenly asked, "What is your dream for the future?"

In due course, under the request of the teacher, every student in the class has to stand up and answer in turn.

When it's Qing Deng's turn...

"I want to make XXXXXXXX all over the world!"

——What did I say at that time?

Qingdeng only had an impression of the first half of the words, and the second half... He couldn't remember it anyway.

I just remember that after he shouted out his dream, the students in the class were all laughing.

The teacher is also covering his mouth and snickering.

The atmosphere inside and outside the class was filled with a happy atmosphere as if hearing some funny joke.

"You! You have the guts!"

Qingdeng's "memory recall" was interrupted by the roar of intervening thoughts.

Qingdeng reflexively glanced at the location where the roar came from, that is, Itakura Hirahiko who was still pointing his halberd at him.

Itakura Hirahiko, whose face flushed red from being suppressed by the anger, laughed back from extreme anger.

"I don't know if you are really not afraid of death, or if you are just being stupid. Since you are so kind, then I want to see if you can hold on to your backbone until the end!"

After shouting, Itakura Hirahiko turned his head and shouted at the four bodyguards behind him:

"Give it to me! Chop off both of his hands!"

As soon as the order was issued, the four bodyguards immediately drew their knives out of their sheaths without thinking.

"Brother, I'm sorry." One of the bodyguards calmly said to Qingdeng in a tone without sadness or joy, "We are just following orders, please don't hold grudges against us."

Qingdeng chuckled lightly.

"It's okay, I understand."

After finishing speaking, Qingdeng spread his feet leisurely, stroked the sheath with his left hand, and continued the words unhurriedly:

"There is no need to worry. Just use what you have."

"However, let me put my ugly words before it - swords have no eyes. If your swords come to mutilate and kill me, then I will not show mercy and will kill you to the brim!"

The bodyguard who threatened Qingdeng to "don't blame them" and pretended to make a "disclaimer" sneered again and again.

"Hmph, well, if you can do it, just let the horse come here."

The four bodyguards stepped forward, their long figures drawn by the west-slanting sunlight, pressing down on Qingdeng like a mountain.

Steady and steady footsteps, powerful yet flexible knife gripping movements, and the vigorous aura exuded from every gesture, let the witnesses understand: this is a group of people whose skills cannot be ordinary, and who are bound to go through a lot of experience. A good fighter who seldom fights to the death!

"...Shazhong, Yazhong." Tianzhangyuan lowered his head and said solemnly to the two sisters standing on her left and right sides, "You..."

"You don't need to help me." Qingdeng interrupted Tianzhangyuan's words without turning his head, "This group of people... just leave them to me to deal with."

Before Tianzhangyuan had time to raise doubts, Tokugawa Ieshige who was on the side stepped forward and asked: "Tachibana-kun, are you sure? The four warriors in front of you... are obviously extraordinary."

Hearing this, Qingdeng smiled knowingly, and said half-jokingly:

"It doesn't matter, leave it to me. If you send Sashige and Yae to help out, if Itakura Hirahiko takes advantage of our unpreparedness and sends someone to attack you, then I can't bear the responsibility."

Even though Qingdeng had already talked about this, Tokugawa Iemo still showed hesitation and hesitation.

After all, itakura Hirahiko's bodyguards were obviously not at the same level in martial arts compared to the group of Confucian scholars who were lackluster in skill.

But at this moment, Tianzhang Court made the final decision for this brief negotiation:

"I understand. Then... Sheng Qing, let's go do it."

Even though Qingdeng's back is facing Tianzhangyuan, he still vaguely senses that Tianzhangyuan is smiling at him.

Qingdeng turned his head slightly, and looked back from the corner of his eye—as expected, Tianzhangyuan showed him an elegant smile that made him inexplicably feel at ease and carefree after looking at it.

As if infected by Tianzhangyuan's smile, Qing Deng unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

After returning to Tianzhangyuan with a gaze mixed with a smile, Qingdeng turned his eyes and attention back to the front of his body, let out a long breath—cracking—the saber was out of its sheath!

"Go! Go! Cut off both of this guy's hands!"

Itakura Hirahiko yelled wildly, while stepping back quickly, hid behind the bodyguards, hid where Qingdeng could not touch him, with a fierce and ferocious smile on his face.

Although there were frequent accidents, as far as the result is concerned, the group of rotten scholars who had just been beaten up by Qingdeng felt particularly comfortable now.

They were also worried that Itakura Hirahiko would not stand up for them, or that the means of revenge against Qingdeng were not strong enough.

Unexpectedly, Qingdeng beat Itakura Hirahiko! Offended Itakura Hirahiko to death!

It's really effortless! This damn man in a bamboo hat is finished!

Right now, all the rotten scholars gathered around Itakura Hirahiko showed expressions of gloating.

They know too well how strong Itakura Hirahiko's bodyguards are!

They can't wait to see Qingdeng beaten to the ground by Itakura Hirahiko's bodyguards, crying for his father and mother!

The chilling atmosphere, which was completely different from the atmosphere of the previous Qingdeng battle against the Confucianists, rolled around.

Everyone present at this moment was more or less aware that a fierce and tragic bloody death fight was about to take place!

...

Qingdeng's eyes followed the blade and swept across the faces of the four bodyguards.

The current situation... is within Qingdeng's expectation.

When he smashed his fist driven by that unknown fire into Itakura Hirahiko's ugly face, Qingdeng was already mentally prepared to meet Itakura Hirahiko's vicious revenge.

I have caused trouble for Tianzhangyuan and others, and affected their private visits on Weibo today... Qingdeng is very sorry for this.

But he felt no remorse for having beaten the rotten dignitary.

It would be better to say...Qingdeng even feels a strange sense of comfort and comfort.

This is the main reason why Qingdeng insisted on "handling Itakura Hirahiko's bodyguards alone" - he wanted to monopolize the pleasure of beating the powerful eagle dog.

If given the chance, he wouldn't mind punching Itakura Hirahiko's ugly face a few more times.

Qingdeng silently enjoyed the strange sense of comfort that came from nowhere, while quietly setting up the knife.

In the next instant, something unbelievable happened to Qingdeng.

Qingdeng suddenly felt that something was about to burst out of his body.

Instinctively moved—

In an instant, the faces of the four warriors who were confronting Qingdeng changed drastically!

The people who also changed their faces were the Tianzhangyuan group behind Qingdeng.

Itakura Hirahiko, Qunru, and the spectators around, although they didn't have such a violent reaction as Tianzhangyuan and the others, but they all vaguely sensed that Qingdeng seemed to be a different person!

He seems to have become... more "big"!

Only Tianzhangyuan and others, who are used to seeing the big world, and the four bodyguards who are facing Qingdeng directly and have rich experience in martial arts, clearly know what is happening to Qingdeng.

"It's 'shi'...!" Someone among the four bodyguards squeezed out the word through clenched teeth.

At this moment, a majestic momentum like a vast ocean emanated from Qingdeng's body! With the momentum of the collapse of the mountain, he rushed towards the bodyguards!

Being able to release the "potential"... What this means, the bodyguards who have experienced many battles, really can't understand it all too well.

For a moment, the faces of the bodyguards were extremely serious.

They unanimously put on the postures they are best at, and then reported their homes one by one:

"Zoshin Kageru, Uehara Saichiro!"

"Ono Ichidou, Mikami Masajiro!"

"Naoshin Kageru, Takesaburo Okuda!"

"Shinto Wunianliu, Yashiro Takahashi!"

Zuoichiro, Masajiro, Takesaburo, Yashiro... 1234, the names of these 4 people are easy to remember, but Qingdeng didn't pay attention to their names at all.

Qingdeng's immediate attention was all on himself.

——"Position"... It's been a long time...

Qing Deng blinked in surprise.

The last time he released "Position" was in the duel with Kamaitachi more than half a year ago.

"Position" was suddenly triggered again without any warning...Qing Deng was very surprised and puzzled by this.

Although I am very curious what the reason is, but due to the current situation, I can only put this question on hold for now-let's think about the answer slowly later!

Hearing the sound of "Ha...", Qingdeng breathed out a long breath, pulled himself together, rushed to the enemies in front of him word by word and said impatiently:

"Stop talking nonsense, let the horse come over quickly!"

At this moment, the "momentum" released from Qingdeng's body suddenly increased!

Also at this moment, the five figures merged into one!

Qingdeng jumped into the middle of the enemy group.

He swung the knife obliquely, slashing at Zuo Ichiro's chest, then adjusted the position of the tip of the knife, and stabbed Yajiro's neck, and then swung the knife in a beautiful fan shape, sweeping towards Takesaburo's belly.

Although Qingdeng's series of cloud-flowing combos were all blocked or dodged, he successfully pushed back the three people who were under attack, and loosened their originally tight formation.

It was too late to say it, but then it was too fast, Zuo Yilang gave a low shout, and his body was like a flying swallow, slashing straight at Qingdeng's Tianling Gai.

Qingdeng launched a confrontation with him without fear! He bullied towards Zuo Ichiro with a smooth footwork that seemed to be gliding on water, flicked Zuo Ichiro's knife away, and then slashed Zuo Ichiro's neck swiftly and swiftly.

Zuo Yilang also blocked Qingdeng's attack, and the two switched positions.

At this moment, Qing Deng suddenly felt a murderous aura coming from behind.

Qingdeng reacted quickly and turned back, swinging his knife to meet Yashiro who rushed from behind.

In the sky and the earth, there was a sudden flash of a white blade - people saw Qingdeng's sword flashing only once, and they bounced off Yashiro's sword, defusing Yashiro's sneak attack.

In the next breath, Qingdeng took a big step forward with the soles of his feet on the ground, and when he was about to pass by Yashiro, he raised the knife high above his head and then slashed down hard, using a cassock cut.

Seeing this, Yashiro looked horrified, and subconsciously raised his knife to defend.

The slash from top to bottom; the defense from bottom to top, the speed of the two seems indistinguishable.

But what about the real situation?

The real situation is that Qingdeng's knife is faster.

The husband sword is instant.

A moment's carelessness, a moment's difference in speed, is enough to determine the outcome of a swordsmanship duel!

Pooh!

Qingdeng's blade poured out blood like a waterfall——his knife cut deeply into Yashiro's left shoulder, from shoulder to belly!

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Yesterday's monthly pass goal was also successfully achieved! But because the author was busy dealing with some personal matters yesterday, I couldn't write enough 8000 words today, I am very sorry! The author will add an 8000-word chapter tomorrow! (Leopard Head Crying.jpg)