I formed the strongest swordsman group

The exclamation of the clients, the screams of the wandering girls, and the shouts of the guards all compose a messy concerto.

Qingdeng strode forward through the smoke and dust.

The sound of Qingdeng blowing the door away just now has already alarmed all the guards inside and outside the Gang site.

After a while, a dozen yakuzas with ferocious faces and weapons in their hands rushed out from upstairs, corridor corners, etc. like cockroaches sprayed with insecticide, and lined up in front of Qingdeng.

All the prostitutes and prostitutes that Qingdeng could see disappeared.

With the departure of innocent people, the area between Qingdeng and Yakuza has become a "vacuum zone" without people.

"Damn it! Who is it? You are so brave! How dare you come here to make trouble!"

"Hey! Wait! He, he is Ju Qingdeng! That 'King Ni'!"

"King Ren, King Ren?!"

...

Qing Dengye has heard similar words countless times, and his ears are almost callused.

The calm eyes without any emotional fluctuations swept around from left to right.

The positions and distances of the Yakuzas were converted into a series of extremely clear data in Qingdeng's mind at the flick of a finger.

At this time, a sob that didn't match the atmosphere of the scene broke into Qingdeng's eardrums:

"woo woo woo woo……"

Qingdeng followed the prestige.

It turned out to be the cry of a musician.

She is about 15 or 6 years old, holding an old but clean pipa in her arms, with a petite figure and a delicate face.

Although she has a pair of beautiful big eyes, there is no reflection in the pupils, and her eyes are staring blankly at the void in front of her... It seems that she is blind.

Probably because her legs were weak from fright, she sat slumped on the floor between Qingdeng and the Yakuzas, her frail body trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Qing Deng pondered thoughtfully for a moment, then said softly:

"Don't be afraid, you'll be fine in a while."

He paused, then added:

"If you feel scared, play the piano for a while and sing a song you are good at. In this way, you won't feel scared."

Hearing this, the Yue Ji was startled.

This was just Qingdeng's casual mention, but this musician has a big heart.

She nodded slightly, then really stabilized the pipa in her arms and cleared her throat.

Su Bai's fingers brushed over the strings, and the curling sound of the piano circled out.

Because her mood is still very restless, her piano sound is slightly chaotic.

However, it may be due to professional habits, or it may be because of genuine love for music, the musician's attention is quickly concentrated.

The originally tense facial lines gradually relaxed, and the sound of the piano became more natural and beautiful.

"At the fifteenth day, I was full of feather forest soldiers, and at the eighteenth day, I went out of the fortress with songs. The emperor gave me the land of bones, and the emperor sent me to the city of Juemai. At thirty, the gold seal on the waist is yellow, and the brocade robe shines on the side of the road."

The beautiful singing voice poured out from the little and lovely red lips of the musician, walking steadily with the tune.

Qing Deng was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled knowingly.

What the musicians sang was a widely circulated Chinese poem written by a certain Edo literati.

Qingdeng, who likes to read and often uses reading to pass the time, has just read this poem, and he quite likes it.

So, Qingdeng hummed the melody ecstatically in tune with the musician's singing, while walking forward slowly, stepping on the rhythm of the libretto.

The Yakuza were all stunned.

Humming on the battlefield of swords and swords... Such a scene, they have never heard of it!

A certain hot-tempered Yakuza yelled:

"Damn! If you want to fight, fight! If you want to fight, fight! Cut down on these bells and whistles..."

At the moment when the scolding sound was about to fall, a slender black shadow flying at high speed passed through the gap between the Yakuzas and cut everyone's vision horizontally.

Pooh!

The Yakuza heard the sound of sharp knives piercing flesh behind them.

They looked back blankly.

I saw a knife stuck in the forehead of a companion standing at the rear of them.

The man's face was shocked, his mind was still stuck in the moment when Echizen's residence, Chang Lushou Kanshige, flew straight towards him - and stayed in this moment forever.

Before he fell down, and before the others could react, a black shadow like a big bird flew past everyone's eyes.

Qingdeng "jumped" to this "brainstorming" Yakuza at a speed almost like a flash, and returned the handle of the knife held by Echizen Hachiro back to his palm.

Puchi!

Qingdeng pulled out the knife, and the finger-thick "brain hole" instantly turned into a "fountain mouth", and the mixture of blood and brain sprayed all over the ground.

"Reminiscent of the past when I was sent out to Xiaoguan Road, golden sky and autumn falcons hit cold grass. Zhangba snake spears and six jun bows, a million frontier soldiers are as clean as a sweep. Take one battalion in the morning and one base in the evening, and the banners and drums are majestic and solemn."

Musicians are still singing.

"Bastard, bastard!"

A Yakuza who played with a short gun attacked.

Qingdeng gently twisted his body to the right, avoiding the opponent's stabbing attack.

In the next breath, he opened his ape's arms and grabbed the gun.

The gunman wanted to retract the gun body, but was shocked to find that his gun seemed to be clamped by an iron clamp. Even though he tried his best, the gun barrel under Qing Deng's control was still motionless.

How could it be so easy to fight against "Skillful Hands + 2"?

Qingdeng exerted a sudden force and snatched the short spear from the gunman's palm abruptly.

The thick gun shaft slipped out of the shooter's palm like a python out of a hole.

The shooter immediately felt a burning pain in both palms, and looked down—the skin on the palms had been ripped off, revealing the red muscles, with blood seeping out.

The short spear that Qingdeng took over was made of hardwood, so the barrel was very rough and lacked toughness, so it couldn't be used without good arm strength.

Qingdeng didn't know how to use a gun.

Fortunately, though, the gun isn't a particularly skill-based weapon.

There is a popular saying in the world of martial arts that is not quite correct, but it does have some truth: Except for strange weapons, the larger the weapons, such as spears, lances, and spears, the less advanced skills are needed. Pay more attention to physical function.

If you can swing a lance that is several meters long and weighs tens of kilograms like flying, what skills are needed? Swiping the lever like a wheel is enough to drive Wushuang on the battlefield.

Qingdeng's immediate performance perfectly confirmed this sentence.

As soon as he took the spear in his hand, Qing Deng took a deep breath, tightened his horse's steps, and stepped on his heels firmly, enough to support his body, his body to support his arms, and his arms to support his wrists.

"Elephant's Core +1", "Bear's Waist +1", "Tiger's Arm +1"...all the talents were activated.

The first time the short spear was thrust out, it pierced through the body of its original owner...that is, the gunman.

Immediately afterwards, Qingdeng swept across to the right, and the gunman's clothes were torn apart like thin paper.

The spear point drawn horizontally from the gunman's body hit a person next to him, who was unable to dodge in time and was directly thrown out.

"Yuan mourned his horse and flew to the north of the fox. At dusk, he couldn't ask for it. The former army was defeated and half-frozen, and the gerbils were dug up to drink the blood of the horse. Shan Yu took advantage of the emptiness and came back. Chen Yun's painting is like ink. Soldiers follow orders like hair."

The figure is like ink ink, pressing towards Qingdeng from three sides.

Qingdeng was not used to the fighting style of "holding the gun in one hand and the knife in the other", so he threw away the short gun in his left hand without hesitation, and held the knife in both hands again.

"Ah ah!"

Someone kicked off the floor, and accompanied by a resounding shout, he slammed into Qingdeng with a knife.

Qingdeng calmly stood half a step sideways, avoiding the opponent's life-threatening violent attack impartially.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to launch a counterattack, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow appearing on his right side from the corner of his eye.

This person held a wakizashi in his hand, and under the dim candlelight, the white blade shone coldly.

Qingdeng jumped up lightly, easily dodging Wakizawa's sneak attack.

However, the moment Qingdeng's feet fell back to the ground, two more enemies pressed up.

The intention of the Yakuzas is obvious: to launch a continuous and fierce offensive, not to give Qingdeng a chance to breathe!

At first glance, Qingdeng has been suppressed by the opponent's crowd tactics.

"As soon as the general blows, the wind rises, and the strange soldiers protrude like waves. Arrows and arrows are scattered in the rain, and the Shanyu flees like a bird. The danger and security are full of spirit, and the general is brave and benevolent. The vertebral cattle under the tent are for the strong men. , Throw mash on the river and drink ten thousand people."

The song gradually reaches its climax.

Accompanied by the pipa, the resonant singing of the musicians resembled raindrops falling on a jade plate.

The high-spirited tune turned into gusts of wind, dancing wildly in the ears of everyone present.

And dancing wildly at the scene together is Qingdeng's Daoguang.

Facing the onslaught of the Yakuzas, Qingdeng was neither impatient nor impatient, but kept moving his body sideways.

Qingdeng, who has fought countless battles of "fewer against many", knows the importance of "mobile" to group battles.

Repeatedly changing positions will tire the enemy.

At the same time, the enemy often hesitates to take decisive action for fear of accidentally injuring his comrades.

In this way, the originally tight formation will gradually show flaws.

When there is a flaw in the enemy's formation, it is the moment to counterattack!

At this time, a certain Yakuza jumped in front of Qingdeng.

Maybe it was because he was too anxious, this person didn't notice at all: his position was too prominent.

Just as he raised his knife, a silvery white flash slashed from right to left at the speed of lightning and flint.

When this silvery-white flash passed over this person's body, a red mist appeared behind him.

Immediately after the red mist, there were drops of blood dripping out like rain.

The death of this person is to the Yakuzas what an ant's nest is to a dam—it seems to have nothing to do with it, but in fact it has buried the harbinger of collapse!

The next moment, Qingdeng strode his legs suddenly, and dodged in front of someone.

This time, Qing Deng didn't swing the knife, but bent his left arm, and slapped the opponent's face hard with his elbow.

The elbow is one of the most deadly unarmed moves a human being can perform.

With the blessing of the talent "steel bone +1", Qingdeng's slightly protruding elbow tip is no different from an iron cone.

The hard elbow hit the man's mouth, directly crushing his upper and lower front teeth, and he passed out on the spot.

Someone was going to step forward to help.

But after seeing Qing Deng's extremely violent means, he retreated on the spot.

In the next moment, an incredible scene happened before his eyes.

Qingdeng, who was still withdrawing his left elbow a second ago, suddenly turned into a blurred afterimage.

In the next second, he suddenly felt his eyes go dark, and something covered his face—it turned out to be Qing Deng's slap.

Qing Deng dodged to his side, then stretched out his left palm to cover his face, effectively blocking his mouth and nose.

This person widened his eyes in horror, before he took countermeasures against Qingdeng's "masking"...

click.

With sheer brute force, Qing Deng turned his head in the other direction.

"Jieshu also plays Jianzhang Palace. The flowers and trees in front of the palace are full of spring breeze. Gongqing raised a glass to congratulate the emperor, and praised the merits of the Lin Pavilion. I have been in peace for fifty years, and the north is lonely and dusty. Only today, the son is full of good writing, and the white flour is full of scholars. "

The sound of "clank clank" continues.

There are only four Yakuzas who can still stand properly.

The 4 people looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, neither willing to retreat nor dare to enter.

It was too late to say, Qingdeng took action!

He swung his knife unpreparedly and attacked the face of the enemy on the right.

The broken bones flew out.

One kill.

Jumping up into the air, the knife in his hand slashed down in the air, hitting the chest of the enemy on the left.

Limbs fall.

Two kills.

The white blade flashed, piercing the line of sight of the enemy ahead.

Three kills!

The knife that came out of his hand flew into the chest of the enemy behind him.

Four kills!

"No one asks about the more than seventy years of creation, and no one knows about the more than seventy years of war. Sometimes we gather rice to talk about the past, and others point their eyes and laugh. It's over, the grapes in front of me are only drunk, and there is no cloud behind us."

The song is over.

At the same time, Qingdeng pulled the knife back from the chest of the man who was finally knocked down.

Qingdeng swung the saber forcefully, only to hear a "shua", and the blood remaining on the saber was thrown to the ground.

The "sound of falling rain" made the final embellishment to the music of the musicians.

This space, which was extremely noisy before, became extremely quiet at this moment.

The musician who couldn't see raised his head in a daze.

"How? Am I right?"

Qingdeng turned his head and said softly to the musician.

"'Don't be afraid, you'll be fine later'."

After finishing speaking, Qingdeng raised his knife and walked towards the stairs not far away.

Just when one of his feet stepped on the wooden steps, he seemed to have remembered something, paused, then turned his head, and said to the musician who was still sitting there:

"Your singing is very good. Hurry up and find a safe place to hide."

After finishing speaking, Qingdeng didn't stop and went straight forward.

After a while, his figure disappeared into the deepest part of the stairs.

These scenes, the blind music player naturally has no chance to see.

However, her "line of sight" has been fixed on the direction where Qingdeng left.

When Qingdeng's footsteps gradually faded away, she lightly pursed her red lips.

"Is this..."King Nio"..."

A murmur that only she could hear clearly floated out from between her lips and teeth.

A touch of color that seemed to be enlightened swept over the good-looking face.

Suddenly, the musician flicked the strings again.

This time, instead of singing, she recited haiku.

"It's now, it's raining, it's May."

Today's season, the drizzle is flying in May.

One of the most famous haiku in Japanese history.

In the tenth year of Tensho (1582), on May 28, Mitsuhide Akechi visited Atago Shrine, and at a Waka meeting with literati and scholars, he published this intriguing Waka.

A few days later, he led the army to rebel, launched the "Honnoji Incident" that changed Japanese history, killed the lord Oda Nobunaga, and overturned the Oda family's world.

If the "雨(AME)" in the poem is homophonic to AMA, it means "the world".

Therefore, the sentence "雨が下しる" can be interpreted as a pun on another sentence.

And this sentence is——

Take over the world.

Now and now, conquer the world!

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The foreshadowings of "Qingdeng likes to study" and "Qingdeng's cultural level is very high" that have been foreshadowed in the previous article have finally been used in this chapter.

It's amazing, today's chapter was only intended to let Qingdeng kill people in an ordinary way, but when he sat down at the desk, the inspiration burst out: Since it's killing people in Gang, why not design a singer to sing beside him? Woolen cloth?

"Melodious singing, stepping on the beat to slash people, raining blood all over the sky" - "Leopard's Chuanliu"

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