Chu Zihang did not hesitate. He held the knife in both hands and handed it to Yuan Zhisheng. Yuan Zhisheng also took it with both hands. This was the basic respect for the knife.
As a swordsman born in the Children's Palace, Chu Zihang now rarely wanted to see people from the Japanese branch using orthodox Japanese swordsmanship. However, even with the blessing of swordsmanship from a famous family, it would be too fanciful to think that a Japanese sword alone could defeat the heavily armed police force.
The cloth wrapping the blade was opened, and Murasame revealed his true face. The lights of the police car shone on the blade, reflecting bright traces. Yuan Zhisheng saw his own eyes in the light and shadow of the sword.
"I can smell the smell of blood. It seems to be an ancient alchemy knife that has been battle-tested for a long time. It was made by Pao Ding. This pattern is called rice wife. It looks like lightning and has a history of no less than three hundred years. Can you use it as a weapon? Chu You should have strong financial resources, if it were sold at auction, it could fetch hundreds of millions of yen." Yuan Zhisheng praised, there are not many knives that can be praised by him.
He has a lot of research on swords. Japan is a country lacking in resources. Since ancient times, it has advocated the spirit of craftsmanship. It likes to carve one thing carefully to create high quality. In fact, it is because of poverty.
However, they did spend more effort on smelting swords than the craftsmen of other countries at the same time. The blacksmiths hammered and hammered repeatedly beside the stove, just to completely remove the impurities in the steel. Yuan Zhisheng also did it himself. Think of this kind of kung fu as a kind of training, and you can judge the quality of the knife at a glance.
"It's something my father left behind. I heard that the inheritance of Japanese swords is very clear. Can you tell the origin of this sword?" Chu Zihang saw that Yuan Zhisheng seemed to be very knowledgeable in this area, so he couldn't help but ask more questions.
Lu Mingfei's heart moved. Chu Zihang would never talk about Chu Tianjiao's affairs every day, so that sometimes Lu Mingfei would feel that Chu's father's affairs were like dissipating mist, and Chu Zihang had long been freed from it. .
But in fact, Chu Zihang is just not very willing to mention it to others. He can just bear some hardships by himself. There is no need to share it with others. Every time he goes on a mission, he always takes the village rain with him. Probably in his heart, the father left it There are only two things in the world, one is the knife, and the other is himself.
"It's difficult." Yuan Zhisheng shook his head, "If you want to find out the inheritance, you must at least know the name of the forger, or some kind of special mark. There is no inscription or tang on this sword. It is a typical royal sword. With the characteristics of a magical sword, it is usually used to worship gods rather than for actual combat."
"It has a strange characteristic. If you swing it for a long time, dew will condense on the knife. Every time you swing the knife, it will be like pouring rain. People I know call it Murasame." Chu Zihang said.
Yuan Zhisheng smiled faintly, "This is a fictional sword in "The Legend of the Eight Dogs by Satomi Minami". It is said that after killing someone, dew will condense on the blade and clean the blood on the blade. In fact, this is just a characteristic of an alchemical sword. , dew comes from the moisture in the air. But with such clues, we should be able to find the maker of this knife. I will leave it to the Japanese branch to do it, and I should be able to give you a satisfactory answer."
"Thanks."
"Thank you both for spreading the knowledge about Japanese swords to us, but if you want to get closer, can you change the time?" Caesar put his arm on the shoulders of Chu Zihang and Yuan Zhisheng at the same time, and asked them to look towards the highway together. Highway, "The police officers over there are thirsty."
Lu Mingfei pursed her lips and smiled mischievously, thinking to herself, Caesar, your Chinese is also very good. This is the essence of being hungry and thirsty!
"People in the car, listen! Seize your last chance! We are going to count down!" the police chief shouted, holding a loudspeaker and raising his right hand in a gesture of preparation for attack.
"This is about to start shooting." Caesar looked at Yuan Zhisheng calmly.
It was definitely not a good feeling to be next to this hairy Italian man, but Yuan Zhisheng rarely allowed the commissioner of this department to have brief physical contact with him. His fingers lightly brushed Murasame's blade, and Yuan Zhisheng seemed to be able to hear this in his ears. The handle knife has experienced all kinds of things, the sound of heavy rain, the sound of strong wind, the sound of roar, and the cry of killing. It has gone through hundreds of battles and returned bathed in blood.
"Want to make a bet? Mr. Caesar." Yuan Zhisheng said calmly, "This is Japan. Of course we make the rules for our territory. Give me 10 seconds. After 10 seconds, everyone can calmly Get in the police car.”
Yabuki Sakura was surprised. In her eyes, the young master had always been the extremely serious Amaterasu. It seemed that he was born to be the heir of the family. Even if Crow and Yasha tried to get him to gamble together, they would be dunked. Such a young man actually took the initiative to propose a gambling contract, and it was still under such circumstances.
"Such a strong tone?" Caesar raised his eyebrows and glanced around. The heartbeat brought back by Kamitachi showed that there were eighty-seven police officers here. A front-line police station in Japan only has about three hundred people. This can be said It's a big deal to arrest felons. In such a dark night environment, Caesar thought that if he had enough ammunition, he could rely on Kamamaitachi to escape the siege of the police, but to say that everything could be done within 10 seconds was really an exaggeration.
Yuan Zhisheng smiled. From the moment the plane landed until now, his usual rhythm has been disrupted by this group of 250 people. Now the situation is tense and critical. Everyone is about to be beaten to dustpan by the police. Only then does the initiative return to his hands. . As the executor of the Sheqi Eight Families, Yuan Zhisheng's strength is to deal with the worst situations. The underworld young master is very familiar with the styles of these police officers.
"What do you want to bet on?" Yuan Zhisheng could see that Caesar was eager to try.
Caesar thought for a while: "The loser can book the venue at the most luxurious Cowherd nightclub in Tokyo, and have to perform a talent or something on stage. It will not only serve as a punishment, but also entertain the public."
"Oh no! Boss, you bet you don't have to take me with you! I'm still an innocent girl at this age. I, I will never go to a place like Cowherd's shop!" Lu Mingfei's eyes widened in horror. .
As the saying goes, a breach of integrity leads to great consequences. Lu Mingfei’s ultimate dream in this life is to become the innocent and lovely wife of the Chu family. Before she has a horoscope, of course she can’t go to the Cowherd’s shop to cuddle up like those rich and beautiful people who are full and have nothing to do. Slapping a man in the face with money in his arms, not to mention Chu Zihang standing next to him now!
Which man would like his future wife to be a prostitute from a cowherd shop? I smoke, I drink, I get tattoos and dance with naked guys, but am I a good girl? Lu Mingfei prides herself on being thick-skinned, but there is a limit to thickness! She couldn't say this!
Lu Mingfei quickly looked at Chu Zihang, hoping that he could step in to stop this crazy move, or tell Caesar that this bet was between you and Yuan Zhisheng, so don't get us involved.
But Chu Zihang stared at Cun Yu expressionlessly, not seeing Lu Mingfei's little eyes at all. Lu Mingfei was heartbroken. Senior brother was so old that he probably had never lent Murasame to others. Although he did not refuse Yuan Zhisheng's proposal, he was still very concerned about it. At this moment, the eyes that were concerned about his beloved knife were like An old father was so worried when he saw his married daughter.
"It's okay. You can dress up as a man. Isn't there a saying that women understand women better? Believe me, if we all go to a Cowherd shop to perform our talents, you will definitely stand out and beat up all the Cowherds in the shop. Teeth." Caesar shrugged.
"Should I be proud of my feelings? If you want to lose on purpose, just say so, no need to beat around the bush!" Lu Mingfei crossed her arms, fearing that she would suffer an accident and become a talent show in Caesar's words.
"It may make you unhappy to say this, but I really prefer girls with hotter bodies." Caesar stabbed someone in the back.
Lu Mingfei's face is full of dark lines. Once he gets acquainted with Caesar, he will have the feeling of discovering a new world. In private, the noble son is basically a slut, with an unconstrained way of thinking, which always makes people feel that they are not in the same world as him. Life. It might be disgraceful or shameful for others to go to Cowherd's shop, but if it was Caesar... Lu Mingfei felt that he would be happy to be the first to go on stage, yelling "I'm handsome and I'll come first", and then wearing a backless suit and twerking his chest muscles passionately and butt, and winked at the cheering women in the audience.
Why do you suddenly want to lose to Yuan Zhisheng? If there is such a chance, Lu Mingfei will definitely take a photo album of Caesar's heroic appearance and send it to Nono to avenge her just now!
"Have you made your decision? Place your bet after you have thought clearly about it. Once you have made a good bet, leave your hand. I believe that you, Caesar, are not the type to go back on your words." Yuan Zhisheng said.
"It's a gamble. It's a carnival at Cowherd's Shop. If you lose, you have to perform on stage and toast to everyone!" Caesar extended his hand.
"OK!" Yuan Zhisheng high-fived him.
As the police countdown came to an end, Yuan Zhisheng raised Murasame high and pointed it to the sky, chanting a deep and solemn dragon text. The air vibrated strangely, and the strong wind blew up Yuan Zhisheng's black trench coat. In the sky above his head like a curtain, dark clouds collapsed and condensed, like the eye of the wind. Amidst the deafening explosions, silver thunder and lightning flashed Like fire falling from the sky hitting the ground... No! It’s a direct hit to the source!
But Yuan Zhisheng was unscathed. On the Murasame in his hand, golden arcs of thunder and lightning circled the blade, making a crackling sound. Lu Mingfei subconsciously wanted to get closer to watch, but Chu Zihang held her shoulders and forced her to Pulling back, he clearly felt the surging energy on Murasame's sword. It was undoubtedly the thunder and lightning in nature. However, due to the restraint of some kind of force, they lost the high temperature when they were born and were forced to suppress Murasame. superior.
Gen Zhisheng waved Murasame towards the highway, and the knife slid across the cold cross. It was as if a stream of light flashed in the air for an instant, and the tires of police cars exploded one after another. The police did not have time to react what was going on. , and was knocked unconscious by the lightning shock that rushed into his body. A fire broke out in the trees behind them for shelter, and the hot flames illuminated everything on the beach. All the police officers lost consciousness almost at the same time, and some even maintained their gun-holding postures, but they were still lying on the ground. On the car hood.
"Hey, hey, hey! Remember to save one! We still need to use the police car we agreed on!" Caesar shouted to stop Yuan Zhisheng. He was not angry because he was about to become the cowherd on stage, but because Yuan Zhisheng The power of the spirit of speech shines before his eyes.
Indeed, in less than 10 seconds, all the police officers had been eliminated. Yuan Zhisheng pointed his shaking knife at the ground. The lightning that had not yet been exhausted was thrown into the sand by him. The golden arc flashed past and disappeared without a trace. However, Lu Mingfei felt numbness under her feet and jumped subconsciously. It stands to reason that sand does not conduct electricity.
"excuse me."
Yuan Zhisheng held the knife in both hands and returned it to Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang took Curayu and his fingertips were burned by the residual power of thunder and lightning, but he remained calm. Yuan Zhisheng's operation of inducing thunder made Curayu feel as if he had just experienced a fire. It was so hot due to tempering, the rain fell on the blade and steam rose up.
"It's wonderful." Chu Zihang said. He rarely praised anyone, but Yuan Zhisheng's strength really made people have to applaud and cheer.
"The Kotorei Kengo Thunder God was discovered in Japan and named by the Japanese. It comes from the myth in the Kojiki Chronicles. It is said that when Izanagi killed Kagutsuchi with his ten-fist sword, the blood splattered on the rock and was born. The God of Thunder, the ancients regarded him as the god of thunder and lightning, and also the god of war. He is good at sword and bow skills. The young master happens to be a master who is proficient in sword and bow skills. Using this word spirit is worthy of the name." Yabuki Sakura said, "It looks like he will It feels very similar to Indra, who also controls thunder and lightning, but Indra can only achieve the same power at the moment of close contact, while Jianyu Thunder God directly controls thunder and lightning, regardless of release. The method and power can be whatever you want, and it will be as dazzling as the glory of the prosperous age."
The meaning of a subordinate's existence in many cases is to flatter the boss at the right time, but Yabuki Sakura's explanation was just right. Minamoto had just shown his speaking ability to the commissioners of the headquarters, and someone had to come out and explain it. Of course, this matter cannot be done by the boss himself. As Minamoto's assistant, Konomi, Yabuki Sakura knows how to act appropriately when she should step forward.
"You're handsome!" Lu Mingfei clapped her hands. The one who came out to smooth things over was a cute girl, so the one who acted coquettishly on her side must also be a cute girl. Obviously, the two big brothers are not the masters who will come out to praise, only Lu Mingfei Only then can we take charge.
"Boss, you lose!" Lu Mingfei bumped Caesar with her shoulder, already grinning inwardly with her hands on her hips. Caesar is destined to become a cowherd and perform for everyone, so how can she let go of this opportunity for revenge? Caesar's heroism will be bound into a book and distributed to the Student Union, CSLFB, the Student Union and even the entire Kassel College. It's best not to forget to give a copy to the Gattuso family in Italy! Let them see what their future heirs do every day in Japan!
"It's cool to win." Caesar picked up his cigar, patted Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder vigorously, and gave him a thumbs up.
He had always had a grudge against the fact that his Kama Itachi was not handsome enough. Later, after seeing Chu Zihang's Jun Yan making so much noise, he gradually got used to it. Now he is more or less not surprised when he sees Yuan Zhisheng's Jian Yu Lei Shen, " I have reserved a table at Shinjuku’s top Cowherd restaurant, and I welcome all the seniors from the Japanese branch to attend, and it will all be charged to my account.”
