This move by the freckled face can be said to be a response to a hundred calls.
For a time, the angry Confucian scholars shouted:
"Yes! That's right! Come outside with us!"
"Damn it! Let's see if we don't teach you a lesson!"
"You beast! How dare you humiliate us like this! If I don't teach you a lesson, it's really hard to understand the hatred in our hearts!"
The situation that was instantly out of control caused people around him to show completely different expressions and reactions.
A look of panic appeared in some cheeks.
Some people were watching the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal. Their eyes flashed with excitement and excitement, as if they wanted to stand up immediately, applaud and cheer, and shouted: Hurry! Fight! Fight!
Teshiro-san and the teahouse owner naturally belong to the former group.
After all, this is their store. Regardless of whether they will damage the things in the store, it will have a great impact on their store's business. It is certain.
"That, that! Guest officers!" He put his hands around his lips, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Please calm down! Please calm down! Don't fight! Don't fight!"
Ms. Teshiro is doing everything she can to quell the violent comments.
However, as soon as her anxious cry was uttered, it was instantly drowned out by the howls of ghosts and wolves from the Confucian scholars, without even a splash of water splashing out.
The Confucian scholars didn't even look at Miss Teshiro. All they could see at this moment was Qingto who just wanted to "insult" them.
There is only one thought left in their minds: revenge! If you don't avenge this humiliation, it will really be an insult to the name of a warrior! It is an insult to a Confucian scholar!
Looking at the group of corrupt people in front of him with their teeth and claws bared and their faces ferocious, as if they wanted to eat him alive, Qingdeng couldn't help but secretly feel funny and thought to himself:
——Fights and fires are the flowers of Edo... This proverb does not deceive me!
This sentence is a famous proverb from the Edo period, which means that fights and fires were the two most common sights in Edo.
Edo was a city prone to fires—that’s a good explanation.
The population density of Edo was extremely high, and common people, who accounted for the vast majority of the population, lived in town areas that accounted for less than 20% of the total area of Edo.
Ultra-high population density leads to ultra-high building density.
Ancient Japanese buildings and furniture happened to be made of wood and paper, so they were extremely easy to catch fire.
When a fire breaks out, several houses, even an entire neighborhood, or most of a city are often burned to the ground.
As for the frequent fights in Edo...there are two main reasons.
On the one hand, due to the influence of the "participation transfer" system, a large number of foreigners from various other vassal states flocked to Edo on a large scale every year.
These foreigners who poured into Edo were generally quite different from the Edo people in terms of culture and customs.
The feudal lords in remote areas such as Satsuma and Matsumae were not only very different from the Edo people in terms of culture and customs, but they even couldn't speak the same language.
To the people of Edo, there is no difference between local dialects such as Satsuma and Matsumae, and English, French and other overseas languages. They are all bird songs incomprehensible.
If each other's cultures, customs, and lifestyles are incompatible with each other, conflicts will naturally arise.
Arguments between Edo people and strangers on the streets were a common sight in Edo.
As for the other reason, it is the local customs of Edo that are at work.
Edo people are famous for being face-saving, greedy for vanity, and caring about face rather than life.
Disputes caused by jealousy, jealousy of talents and abilities were common in the streets and alleys of Edo.
Even the smallest trivial matter can become the trigger for a fight between the two parties.
Under the pollution of the distorted bushido transformed by the Edo shogunate, the samurai community generally regarded the so-called honor above all else.
Confucianism, which was influenced by Neo-Confucianism of the Song and Ming dynasties, which was created by Zhu Xi and other nobles, happens to advocate "preserving the laws of nature and destroying human desires" and "starving to death is a small matter, but being unethical is a big deal."
Edo people + samurai + scholars...the group of rotten scholars in front of Aoden are almost full of buffs!
If these idiots could still remain calm, collect their breath, and start a verbal debate with him calmly without resorting to violence... Qingdeng would be surprised!
Judging from the current situation, the anger of these rotten scholars has really been completely ignited.
Although they were very reluctant to accept it, Qingdeng's comments to them just now were indeed to the point!
They are just jealous and afraid.
Jealousy of Tachibana Aoto and Katsu Rintaro, who were clearly incompetent in the learning of saints but were reused by the shogunate and rose rapidly.
He was afraid that the shogunate would no longer value Confucian scholars, and the sage books he had read over the years would become useless paper that could no longer help them embark on their official career.
This jealousy, this fear, is the most fundamental reason why they are hostile to successful people such as Qingto and resent the shogunate for "burying talents."
The corrupt scholars were so shocked by Qing Deng's words that their defenses were shattered... their emotions completely collapsed and they were so filled with anger that they couldn't control themselves.
This feeling of grief and anger as deep as the sea cannot be calmed down by a few indifferent words.
Qingdeng saw this and let out a silent sigh.
——Today's private interviews on Weibo are really unexpected...
At this time, Qingdeng suddenly heard Tianzhangyuan's voice coming from behind.
"Sheng Qing!"
Qingdeng turned his head and looked back. Tianzhangyuan, with a slight smile on his cheek, looked at him with calm eyes.
"Do you need me to send Sae and Yae to help you?"
Qingdeng laughed dumbly:
"No need. Just order a few new cups of tea and new snacks, eat and drink, and watch silently."
After saying that, Qingdeng turned his gaze back to the front, looked into the eyes of the freckled face, and said:
"Come on, let's go outside."
Qingden held the low-rimmed bamboo hat on his head and took the lead in striding outside the tea house.
Just as he was about to pass through the door of the shop, he suddenly remembered something and turned around to face Miss Teshiro.
"I'm sorry, Miss Teshiro, the commotion we will make later may affect your shop's business. This small compensation is not respectful."
Qingteng reached into his arms, took out a small gold medal, threw it to Miss Teshiro, and then turned around and walked out of the tea house without looking back.
As soon as the group of people left the teahouse, they immediately attracted a lot of confused looks.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Why are those people so murderous?"
"I don't know...Looking at this posture, these two waves of people seem to be preparing to fight?"
"Fighting? Hoho! I didn't expect that there would be such a good show to watch on the first day of the New Year! Let's go and join in the fun!"
"Hey...! Hey, hey, hey, aren't the numbers of these two waves quite different?"
"Tsk! Is that samurai wearing a hat planning to fight 14 people with one person? Isn't that too brave? Does he think he is Nioh Tachibana Aoden?"
In the blink of an eye, Qingdeng and the Confucian scholars were surrounded by people from three levels inside and three outside.
In the blink of an eye, the street where Qingto and others were sitting was crowded with passers-by who came to watch the excitement, as well as Tokugawa Iemo and his party who came out of the tea house.
"Boy!" The freckled face said "Zeng" and drew the sword in his hand, "Send your name! I can't wait to fight against the unknown!"
"You are not qualified enough for me to give my name."
While saying this, Qingden opened the sheath of the knife on his waist, relaxed his arms, stepped firmly on his heels, and breathed evenly - just looking at the corrupt scholars who were even more annoyed by what he just said.
"Okay!" The freckled face turned red and he gritted his teeth, "In that case, let's take the move!"
Once upon a time...
The sonorous sound of drawing a sword resounded throughout this small street.
The 14 Confucian scholars who all drew their swords spread out to create enough space that would not hinder each other's movements, and surrounded Qingdeng in a fan-shaped formation.
Although the Confucian scholars all drew their swords, it was as if they had agreed in advance. No one held the sword upright. They all turned the sword in their hands and pointed the back of the sword towards Qingdeng.
It can be seen that they have not completely lost their rationality and know that a fight is a fight, but injuring someone and killing someone are two completely different things.
If it is the former, they are overwhelmed by a mountain of government affairs every day, and most of them do not want to offend the ministers' descendants too much. There is a high probability that the major issues will be reduced to trivial matters.
But if it's the latter...then the trouble will be big.
Although the Confucian scholars did not know Ayoto's true identity, based on Ayoto's traveler's attire, they guessed which vassal country or other shogunate territory Ayoto came from. He was by no means a bandit or bandit who didn't care if he died. Ronin.
Killing an upright samurai with official status... If you commit such an incident, you might be stripped of your samurai title and demoted to a commoner.
This is an unbearable pain for these arrogant and arrogant corrupt people.
Therefore, even though they were already angry, these rotten scholars still maintained the most basic restraint.
The furu who had drawn their swords and were ready for battle; Qingdeng who still maintained his natural standing posture - the confrontation between the two sides at one end of the street made the air at the scene seem to have been humidified and aggravated.
The tense atmosphere was so tense that many people at the scene felt out of breath and found it difficult to breathe.
"Hey, what is that man doing? Why doesn't he draw his knife? Why do he keep standing like this?"
"God knows...could he be frightened?"
Similar sounds of discussion appeared among the surrounding onlookers.
It's no wonder that they would ask this question. After all, Qingdeng's current appearance does not look like a swordsman who is ready to fight with others.
This posture with his head held high is more like a general preparing to review his troops.
The battle broke out at an extremely unexpected time!
"Aaahhhhhhhhh-!"
14 Confucian scholars came out in full force to kill Qingdeng!
Among them, the Confucian scholars with freckles and those on the left and right ran the fastest.
The distance between the two sides - less than 20 meters, was shortened in one breath.
The moment half of the freckled-faced foot stepped into Qingdeng's circle of swords——
Peng!
Qi and sword flash!
The freckled face flew backwards and hit the outer wall of a certain shop.
With a ferocious expression still on his face, he passed out without realizing what happened.
In an instant, the expressions of the Confucian scholars and most of the spectators became stiff.
Qingdeng didn't know when he pulled out the knife from his waist.
The moment he drew the sword, he hit the freckled face in the waist and abdomen with a quick strike, knocking him away.
It's not over yet.
Qingdeng’s offensive continues!
His right foot took half a step back, and his body and hands tilted in the left and right directions.
The blade that had knocked the freckled face away turned back and swung towards the Confucian scholars who had just rushed to the left and right sides of the freckled face.
The first sword struck from the upper right to the lower left, slashing at the Confucian scholar on the right.
There was the feeling of being struck by a knife - the scholar who was struck by the knife let out a strange scream, and his body immediately seemed to have lost its bones and fell limply to the ground.
The next knife was a vertical slash from the bottom left to the top, hitting the Confucian scholar on the left.
This Confucian scholar has some skills and can actually keep up with Qingden's sword speed.
He was like a layman holding a knife for the first time. He raised the knife to block with extremely clumsy movements - bang - although he successfully blocked Qingdeng's attack, he was still in a state of embarrassment. He took a few steps back before reluctantly stopping his retreat and steadying his body.
From the beginning of the battle to now, less than 7 seconds have passed since the battle was fully completed.
As a result, in such a short period of time, Qingdeng had already caused two of the Confucian scholars to temporarily lose their fighting ability.
These guys were just stupid and didn't do anything harmful, so Qingdeng showed mercy. Like the Confucian scholars, he faced the enemy with only the back of his sword. At the same time, he restrained his hands and feet and controlled the strength of his attacks. to the extent that it will cause disability or death.
In the next moment, an incredible scene appeared in front of the Confucian scholars who could still stand still.
Qingdeng suddenly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a series of fleeting afterimages.
A moment later, a scream alerted everyone.
Everyone followed the sound and turned to look - they saw one of their companions flying in the air with a twisted expression on his face.
Qingdeng, who didn't know when he appeared in front of this person, maintained the posture of drawing the sword.
"You, you bastard!"
"Oh shit!"
The Confucian scholars gathered around Qingdeng angrily.
However, before their encirclement network could take shape, Qingdeng had already drifted away like mist.
He didn't drift far away, he just circled around the Confucian scholars and walked around them.
While avoiding the offensive of the Confucian scholars, look for the lone person and the opportunity to counterattack.
At this time, Qingdeng was surprised to find that this group of Confucian scholars were not all useless people who only knew how to read books about sages. There were still some people who had very good skills, and it was obvious at a glance that they had practiced martial arts.
"Drink! You beast!"
A dark-skinned old man knew how to intercept Qingdeng's path at the right moment, and stabbed Qingdeng in the chest with his knife.
At the same time, a man with a stubble face, working with Hei Lao, shot out from the diagonal stab, swept the blade, and hit Qing Deng's side.
Qingteng glanced around calmly. With his "Eagle Eye +1" vision and "Speed +4" super-fast reaction, as well as his accumulated combat experience, Qingteng could calculate two swords in an instant. Which one of them will fall on you first, and think about how to deal with it.
Soon after, Qing Deng lowered his body's center of gravity violently, stabbed the knife from bottom to top, and accurately sealed the knife on his stubbled face in mid-air.
Qingdeng's slashes contained skilled techniques and immense power that Peimo could not control.
The stubble-faced man felt that the knife in his hand was about to be swept away, and his palms felt numb. He groaned in pain and froze in place.
Seizing this moment, Qingdeng took advantage of the reaction force of the collision of the blades and moved the knife in his hand forward to face the Hei Lao in front of him.
clang!
The two knives were twisted together, and because both sides used thick knife backs, no sparks flew out.
Qingdeng and Hei Lao stared at each other across the colliding knives, and then they sank their waists together at almost the same time, wrestling with each other.
The force of pressing against each other was transmitted to the two swords held together by their gauntlets.
The next moment, the confrontation ended due to the disastrous defeat of one of the parties.
"Well--!"
Hei Lao, who was thrown away with his body and a knife, leaned back in an extremely exaggerated manner, giving people the illusion that he would fly out at any time.
Just then, a majestic force, like a mountain bearing down on the top and a tsunami swallowing the sky, rushed towards him through the two swords held together.
His personal strength and weight were nothing compared to this huge force. The collision between the two was like an egg hitting a stone, and Hei Lao's posture was instantly broken.
This is the truest portrayal of "one force can defeat ten societies".
Qingdeng didn't even use his full strength, he just used the muscles on his waist and abdomen, exerted strength on his waist, and transmitted the force to his arms - that's all.
Just like this, Hei Lao could no longer stand firm.
"Elephant's Core +1" and "Bear's Waist +1" - this pair of talents is truly a match made in heaven.
One enhances the constant output capability of the waist, and the other enhances the explosive power of the waist.
The mutual cooperation between the two resulted in this: in terms of height and physique, he was definitely a strong black man among men of the same age at the same time, and he was knocked away as if he was hit by a truck.
Unable to maintain his balance, Hei Lao was about to fall to the ground - but he did not fall in the end.
Because before he fell, he flew out.
At the last moment before he fell to the ground, Qingdeng took a fierce step forward, put the knife to the left side of his abdomen, gathered strength in his waist, bent and stretched his upper body, his head almost pressed against Hei Lao's body, and cut from Hei Lao's right armpit. Pass through the lower height. When he lost his body, he swung his knife across Hei Fu's waist and abdomen, slashing Hei Lao away.
——The 4th one...
Qingdeng habitually recorded the number of defeated generals under his command.
While memorizing the opponent's defeat number, Qingden quickly moved away from where he was, and once again became a wind that even the Confucian scholars could not grasp - a wind carrying an icy aura.
"No wonder this guy dares to be arrogant! It turns out he has some skills! Everyone, be careful! Back to back! Don't be alone! Don't let him find the opportunity to defeat us one by one!"
Qingdeng followed the cry and looked over - oh, it's not like there's something wrong with the enemy.
The caller was the guy who madly spread the rumor that Qingdeng was a lecherous person who "will not spare anyone from a widow to a cardamom girl."
"..." Qingdeng narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned his body and pounced on this guy like a tiger down the mountain.
Upon seeing this, the man's expression changed subconsciously, but he quickly regained his composure.
This man's psychological quality and skill are both worthy of praise.
He and the three companions around him form a horn formation, taking care of each other and cooperating with each other.
The defensive circle composed of four samurai who could tell they were not rookies just by looking at their stance and movements of holding their swords--it didn't look like a tight position that could be easily broken into.
But Qingdeng still strode in without hesitation.
Just like a conditioned reflex, the four knives suddenly roared and slashed at Qingdeng from different directions.
Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang...
Dense sword lights fell between Qingdeng and the four people.
At the same time, other Confucian scholars rushed over from other directions, preparing to gather Qingdeng and annihilate him.
Qingteng, who was trapped by the joint attack of four samurai, was in danger - at first glance, this was indeed the case, but in reality?
In fact, the knife in Qingden's hand seemed to turn into four.
The attacks of the four people in front of him were all resolved by Qingdeng. Their knives couldn't even scratch the corner of Qingdeng's clothes.
Suddenly, Qingdeng glanced at the opening and swung his knife diagonally, hitting the side of the neck of the Confucian scholar in front of him on the right, knocking him unconscious.
The number of opponents in front of him dropped from 4 to 3.
——The fifth one...
In the next breath, Qingdeng looked like he had eyes on his back. With three enemies still in front of him, he swung his sword violently behind him.
Two people were preparing to approach Qingdeng from behind, hoping to launch a sneak attack while Qingdeng was unprepared.
They thought they were infallible, but in fact their traces and behavior had been seen by Qingdeng a long time ago.
The blade of the sword, which was making a sound in the wind, hit one of them on the left shoulder.
Immediately afterwards, the sword blade continued to sweep horizontally against the Confucian scholar who was hit on the left shoulder without losing any strength.
Just like playing billiards, the knife in Qingden's hand is the stick, and the scholar who was hit on the left shoulder is the white ball.
The stick pushed the white ball and hit another ball - another Xiaoxiao who was planning to attack Qingdeng from behind.
The two "balls" disappeared within 5 steps of Qingdeng in a close-fitting posture.
Killing two people with one sword... Even Qingdeng, who has experienced hundreds of battles, rarely achieves such a record.
——The 6th, 7th...
Qingden turned his head and looked back, focusing on the three people in front of him again.
The minds and movements of these three people showed obvious panic and unsteady movements - this is a taboo for warriors.
There are few mistakes more fatal in a fight than being distracted.
Qingdeng gave a short shout, and turned around under the swords of these three people, with two sword lights dancing on his hands.
Qingdeng didn't look in any direction, and looked straight at the person who spread the rumor about him - the two companions next to him, and they fell to the ground one after another.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"
In desperation, the man let out a loud cry of fear and courage, and with a feeling that was close to self-destruction, he struck out with a knife to fight back.
There was no reason why this kind of slash, thrown out randomly without any careful consideration, could hit Qingdeng.
Qingden took a deep breath, stepped forward, and dodged the man's attack with a slight twist of his body.
Qingden's dodge movements concealed the potential energy and preparation for attack.
Peng, Peng, Peng...
Qingdeng swung five knives in a row in an instant, and all five knives hit different parts of the body.
Of course, they are all painful but not fatal positions. For example: shoulders, arms, thighs...
The last knife - the sixth knife was embedded in the man's body like a flash of light. He fell to the ground on the spot, raising a thin layer of dust.
——The 8th, 9th, 10th...
While adjusting his body posture, Qingdeng raised his gaze and looked at the only four Confucian scholars who had not yet fallen to the ground.
These four people all looked panicked at this moment and looked at each other.
Everything happened so fast.
In the flash of lightning, their companions fell to the ground, leaving only the four of them standing still.
The strong strength shown by Qingdeng and the absence of his companions caused them to fall into great uneasiness and panic.
For a time, they dared not advance or retreat.
However, they did not hesitate for long - after all, they soon fell unconscious.
Without any warning, Qingdeng jumped into the air like a big bird without any help, and flew toward the four people in a gliding manner.
When passing over the heads of these four people, Qingdeng swung his sword twice.
The two rapid attacks slashed the skin on the necks of two of them until they became red and swollen.
When he landed, Qingdeng happened to fall behind the remaining two people.
Qingdeng used the tip of his left toe as the axis and turned his body like a top. Using the potential energy and centrifugal force of turning, he chopped the last two people to the ground.
——The 11th, 12th, 13th, 14th...
Qingdeng let out a "whoosh" sound and exhaled all the remaining air in his lungs.
Just as he was relaxing his tense nerves and muscles little by little, the "Wind Perceiver" suddenly activated.
He suddenly heard footsteps approaching him at extremely fast speeds from behind him.
At this time, Qingden showed a side of a combat veteran that was completely different from that of a rookie.
He didn't stupidly turn around directly, but instead rushed forward with the knife in hand - using the strong leg strength given by "taking the lead", he opened a certain distance from the footsteps behind him in one breath before turning around with the knife.
It turned out to be the dark-skinned old man.
After being stabbed by Qingdeng, he actually didn't faint completely... His physical strength and willpower are commendable.
I saw Hei Lao holding his saber tightly and launching a desperate and brave charge towards Qingdeng, just like Don Quixote attacking the windmill.
Seeing this, Qingdeng calmly spread his legs and stood still, narrowing his eyes slightly, watching every move of Hei Lao.
Before "Eagle Eye +1", all of Hei Lao's actions...especially the position and path of the knife in his palm were all invisible.
At the moment of lightning, Qingden quickly swung his knife upwards, and the tip of the knife accurately hit the weapon in Hei Lao's hand before he could swing it down.
At this moment, Hei Laozhi felt as if a strong electric current coursed through his palms.
He was already injured, and he immediately subconsciously loosened his hands and fingers, and the knife in his palm fell to the ground with a clang, making a crisp sound.
Qingdeng had been disarmed, but Hei Lao still didn't want to give up.
He screamed, opened his two arms as strong as a black bear, hugged Qingdeng's waist, and wanted to launch a final desperate blow to Qingdeng.
He took a deep breath, tried to pull Qingdeng up from the ground, and then threw Qingdeng heavily to the ground.
Qingdeng, who saw through Hei Lao's intentions, did not immediately fight back. He secretly guarded against Hei Lao's sneak attack methods such as lifting his vaginal legs, while he was angry and firm on his feet.
Hei Lao groaned and tried several times, even using his strength to suck milk, but he was still shocked to find that he couldn't move Qingdeng's body at all.
He just felt like he was not moving a person, but more like pulling up a weeping willow.
Qingden's persistent physical training and "Xiang's core +1" are not something that ordinary people can easily compete with.
It is really appropriate to describe Qingdeng's next offensive as "still as motionless as a mountain, as moving as thunder."
I saw Qingdeng, who was as firm as a mountain one second, suddenly taking action the next second.
He flew up with a kick, and his stone-hard right knee, which had been modified by the "steel bone", hit the old man Hei squarely in the stomach.
"Pfft-!"
Hei Lao, who was suddenly hit, rushed forward with his head, and the strength of his hand holding Qingdeng was reduced by half.
Qingdeng seized this opportunity, lowered his waist, inserted his hands into the opponent's armpits, pulled Heilao out with all his strength, and threw him away.
Hei Lao was thrown several meters away and lay straight on his back, groaning and unable to regain his composure for a long time.
The moment Hei Lao fell to the ground, a system sound dinged in Qingdeng's mind.
【Ding! Scan to talent]
[Successfully copied talent: "Drunkard"]
[Talent introduction: Drinking capacity is better than the average person]
At this point, there was no longer a Confucian scholar who could stand safely.
At this moment, all 14 Confucian scholars, without exception, either lost consciousness or passed out, or fell to the ground groaning and wailing in pain.
The originally noisy surroundings gradually became quiet at this time.
The teahouse owner and Teshiro-san.
The guests chased out of the tea house and wanted to watch the show to the end.
People came to watch the bustling streets.
That's right, regardless of status, regardless of gender, age or child, everyone focused their attention on one point, Qingdeng.
This silence, in which everyone was silent, did not last long.
After a while, the surroundings of Qingdeng slowly began to commotion without much fanfare.
Sounds of gasping, admiration, exclamations...the sounds were heard.
"It's true...that samurai wearing a bamboo hat really brought down so many people by himself..."
"That samurai wearing a bamboo hat is so skilled... Judging from his attire, he must be a folk master from other places. Sure enough, there are mountains beyond the mountains and heaven beyond the sky. Looking around the world, I don't know what is hidden in the streets. There are so many humble martial arts masters."
"Tsk, I really want to see what this expert looks like. Can't he raise his bamboo hat a little higher?"
"Hey, don't be like this! Do you want to die? The other person is always wearing a hat, which means that he doesn't want to show his face. If you insist on peeking like this, be careful of annoying him."
"Hehehe, those Confucian scholars are really embarrassed now."
…
At the moment, the onlookers all around are looking at this space where a not very fierce battle just broke out, but the situation was completely one-sided, and cast two polarized looks.
One is looking at Qingden with respect, awe, and admiration.
A skilled swordsman will always be more favored and respected by others.
The other type is the sarcastic, mocking, and sarcastic glances cast towards the defeated Confucian scholars.
The Confucian scholars are really brave this time.
Thesis, Qing Deng chatted with the Confucian scholars.
These rotten scholars couldn't even understand Qingdeng's words.
All the well-educated people who had read the books of sages and sages were dumbfounded by Qingdeng's argument.
In terms of martial arts, they lost even more miserably.
A large group of people surrounded and attacked Qingdeng, and the result was not only a huge defeat, but also a disastrous defeat.
Everyone was killed instantly, and no one's sword could touch Qingdeng's body... no, let alone his body, not even half of Qingdeng's clothes could be touched.
Those Confucian scholars who were still awake now all felt the needle-pricking gazes directed at them.
In an instant, their faces were flushed with shame and embarrassment that were almost overflowing.
Tokugawa Iemo, Tenshoin and others, who had long been aware of this outcome, walked leisurely towards Aonto.
But at this moment, a person suddenly rushed to Qingdeng at a speed faster than Xiantian Zhangyuan and others.
As soon as this person opened his mouth, Qingdeng couldn't help but look confused.
"Master Samurai, you are in big trouble. Before that person comes, you and your companions should escape from here! It's best to leave Edo immediately! Don't come back for a year and a half!"
The teahouse owner said this anxiously.
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