I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

Wen Xian's figure is not tall, and his height is only about 160cm.

But Wen Xian, who was walking towards Jian Gong and Yi Chao at this time, made the two of them feel as if a mountain was slowly pressing towards them...

Astonishment and fear emerged in Yi Chao's eyes.

Compared with the uprising dynasty, the emotions floating in the depths of the palace's eyes are much more complicated.

At this moment, looking at Fumihime who appeared from the darkness, for some reason, Mamiya recalled the day five years ago when he broke with his father and was removed from the name of Asemon Yamada by his angry father...

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"Father! Why did you do that!"

"I've explained it many times...don't make me repeat it: that was nothing more than helping Youduo, exchanging their lives for the next life of the palace. This group of Ruiduo deserved their death. And their sacrifice is worth it Yes, during the period of imprisoning you to prevent you from making trouble, I have successfully made high-quality human gall pills from this bunch of filthy human galls, and these batches of human gall pills have now been sent to Kyoto. These human gallbladder pills should be able to heal the body infected by the lung disease under Zhonggong."

"Father! How can human lives be converted in such a way!"

"Shut up!" Wen Xian, who usually speaks in a soft voice, yelled at the top of his voice, "Human life doesn't distinguish between high and low—this is just to fool children!"

"In this world, some people are more worthy of living than others!"

"If someone who is less important can be sacrificed, someone who is more worthy of living can be allowed to live-I am willing to do it!"

"...Father." Kuro slowly stood up from the tatami, "Your idea... Please forgive me for not agreeing with Yoshitsune!"

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After Wen Xian suddenly appeared, the air in the basement was covered with a deadly silence that was so depressing that one couldn't take a deep breath.

And the first person to break the dead silence was Wen Xian.

"...Yi Chao, I've already given you a chance." Wen Xian's tone was without sadness, "After you let A Zhu out secretly last time, I didn't pursue this matter."

"I know that the prisoner must be you. Without your help, it would be impossible for Ah Zhu to break free from the chains that bound her and escape from the locked basement."

"Azhu didn't escape successfully. I wanted to let this matter be exposed like this, and pretend nothing happened."

"Looking at it now... I chose to let you go, I really need to consider whether it is right or wrong."

"I kindly let you go, but you not only didn't stop, but even worsened."

Yoshitomo turned his gaze to Mamiya at this moment.

"You have really worked hard... This time, you even found Jiulang to help you."

"Seeing Kuro, who was kicked out of the house for five years, suddenly come back, I feel puzzled."

"Why did Jiulang come back at exactly the time when we got Azhu?"

"So when I saw Kuro return,

I just raised my mind: Is it possible that Jiulang was found by you Yichao, and the purpose is to entrust Jiulang to help you release A Zhu. "

"The result was really guessed by me."

"No." Mamiya said coldly, "You guessed wrong. I was not found by Yoshitomo."

"It's purely a coincidence that I came home at exactly this time."

"Fortunately, I came back at this time, otherwise this girl really doesn't know how long she will be tortured by you."

"Didn't you be found by Yichao... Anyway, it's not important anyway." Wen Xian said lightly, "I won't talk nonsense anymore. Jiulang, Yichao, give me a lesson from Azhu and leave by his side."

"As long as you two leave obediently now, nothing will happen to me tonight, and I will only take away the key to your basement from Yichao."

"Impossible." Gamiya rebuffed without thinking, "The one who should get out of the way is you."

"...Heh." Wen Xian suddenly chuckled a few times, "Such a scene... really seems familiar."

"Five years ago, on the eve of you abandoning the name Yamada Asemon and leaving home, we had a similar confrontation."

"Father." Gamiya's tone was undeniable, "torturing a little girl repeatedly just to get better quality pills—this kind of ridiculous thing, whether public or private, I can't turn a blind eye to it."

"...Hmph, not only the pictures are similar, but even what you said is the same as five years ago..." Wen Xian paused, "Kurang, let me ask you: Do you know how many people died of lung cancer after one year in Edo? Died of illness?"

Before Jian Gong could answer, Wen Xian asked and answered by himself:

"Thousands of people died of lung disease every year in Edo."

"And the vast majority of them are not terminally ill, as long as they take high-quality medicine, they can save their lives."

"This is why our human gall pills have never had to worry about buyers, and there are endless people who buy human gall pills."

"But we don't always produce high-quality human gallbladder pills."

"You have also carried the name of Yamada Asemon, so you should know how lucky the making of Hitobimaru is."

"Human gallbladders are taken from the condemned prisoners who were beheaded by us."

"Not every time there are healthy, disease-free and young prisoners on death row, so the quality of the gall taken out is also uneven, which makes the quality of the pills made also high and low."

"And this girl has a body that can regenerate gallbladder."

"She is young, healthy, has high-quality gallbladder, and can make very high-quality human gallbladder pills."

"And I have personally tested whether the human gall pills made from these continuously regenerating galls of Ah Zhu have any side effects - there are no strange side effects."

"So, Kuro. Can you understand how precious and important this girl is?"

"Countless people will be saved because of this girl."

Wen Xian's voice gradually became lower and lower.

"Just by sacrificing Azhu, countless families can be saved from the pain of illness and death—Kurang, don't you agree that this is the right thing to do?"

As soon as Wen Xian's voice fell, Jian Gong answered without thinking:

"I feel so stupid."

His answer was concise and neat.

"Father, what you said just now is just to move yourself."

"Sacrificing this girl in order to save more people infected with lung disease?"

Mamiya squinted at A Zhu behind him.

After Wen appeared behind just now, Ah Zhu immediately seemed to see some indescribably terrifying ghost, his face was terribly pale, his body trembled violently, and he tried to hide behind Yoshitomo.

This reaction of A Zhu, Jian Gong has been watching.

"Father, you are just touching yourself."

"Since you asked me just now 'how many people die of lung disease in Edo every year', then I'll ask you some questions now."

"Father, do you remember when my eyes became bad and I couldn't see things in the distance?"

"...16 years old." Wen Xian answered his question in a very cooperative manner, "Because you were reading by candlelight every night at that time."

"At that time, you took me around to seek medical treatment." Jian Gong accepted Wen Xian's words, "I tried various methods to correct my eyesight."

"I've even done inexplicable things like drinking yellow talisman water, but none of them worked."

"It wasn't until I left the family that someone helped me find a way to make my eyes see clearly again in Nagasaki."

"Just wear this pair of Nanban products called 'glasses'."

"That trip to Nagasaki was an unprecedented and precious experience for me."

"That's when I realized for the first time—how advanced the Southern barbarians are."

"After in-depth understanding, I realized that certain diseases that are regarded as terminal illnesses in Japan are just simple ailments among the southern barbarians."

"The Southern barbarians have found ways to treat diseases that we Japanese cannot cure."

"The reason is that the southern barbarians have been constantly researching new and more effective treatment methods."

"So, Father. Can you understand what I just said?"

Jian Gong imitated Wen Xian's tone just now.

"As you said just now, I used to be a member of the Yamada Senemon family! So I also know very well—even if the quality of the bile pills is extremely high! It is not guaranteed that everyone will be able to eat after eating. It works!"

"If you really want to heal all people with lung disease in Edo, you should work with doctors to find new and better ways to treat people with lung disease!"

"Instead of torturing an innocent girl here, using the old method, and then still touching myself here! Feeling like I have done a great thing!"

Jian Gong's words, the more sonorous and forceful their tone was as they went on.

"Brother..." Yi Chao stared blankly at Jian Gong in front of him.

He never dared to refute his father so loudly face to face.

But the elder brother said "no" to his father without flinching.

Wen Xian's expression, which had always been calm, also changed a little at this time - it became gloomy.

"...That is to say—are you unwilling to step aside?"

Mamiya was speechless and just stood there quietly.

After hesitating for a moment, Yichao firmly protected Azhu behind his back, and whispered in a whisper: "Father... please don't do such a conscienceless thing... ..."

"...negotiations... broke down."

Wen Xian's head drooped slightly, and a helpless and unspeakable emotion appeared on his face.

"I don't want to...use this last resort on you..."

Wen Xian spread his feet, raised his left hand, and held down the knife handle on his waist.

This simple action of his made Yoshitomo's face pale, and he took half a step back unconsciously.

Yoshitomo retreated, but Mamiya——was motionless.

Both feet seemed to be rooted on the ground, facing the torrential flood-like pressure emanating from Wen Xian at this time.

"Think about it carefully: it's really not suitable for me, who are all warriors, to talk to each other here like a court official."

"Let's end this kind of verbal war that no one can convince anyone."

"Next—let's talk with swords!"

Choking——!

Wen Xian suddenly pulled out the scabbard and the black and purple sword with the handle hanging from his left waist.

The candlelight shone into the blade, reflecting a strange, purple cold light.

"Vairocana..." Jian Gong whispered the name of the knife in Wen Xian's hand.

As a member of the Yamada Asemon family 5 years ago, he naturally recognized this sword as the precious sword made by his grandfather, the sixth-generation head of the Yamada Asemon family, and asked to pass it down from generation to generation: Vairocana That.

When he was young, Jian Gong once asked Wen Xian: Why did my grandfather name this knife after the name of Dainichi Tathagata in Tantric Buddhism.

"Because holding this knife, it will be like a Tathagata possessed." Wen Xian replied in a proud tone at that time.

Yoshitomo gritted his teeth after being briefly stunned by the shock, and raised his hand to reach for the saber on his left waist.

But as soon as his hand touched the handle of the saber, Gamiya shouted loudly:

"Yi Chao, step back!"

"This duel...you can't come and intervene..."

"I have to make a deal with my father... by myself!"

Choking——!

Mamiya also pulled out his knife abruptly.

"Come on, Kuro... No, Yamada Asemon Yoshitsune." Wenxian smiled at this time, "It's been a long time since I have fought with you, let me see how much you have grown in the past five years."

"Teach anytime."

Gamiya set up the knife.

"Wonder."

"Kuro Mamiya!"

"Hey... good posture, it seems that I can go all out after a long time."

Wen Xian raised the knife high.

"Seventh generation head of Yamada Asemon."

"Yamada Asemon Fumaki!"

Jian Gong and Wen Xian shouted in unison: "Let the horse come!"

After yelling, Wen Xian leaped towards Jiangong without a run-up, as if Mount Tai was pressing down on the top, holding his own weight, he slashed at Jiangong from top to bottom.

Gamiya raised his saber to hold Vairocana who was slashing towards his forehead.

The sharp golden iron clang exploded.

With the two as the center, the wind pressure spreads in all directions.

Both of them are top swordsmen.

Both of them have the aura like a rainbow.

The majestic aura of the two of them seemed to transform into a flying dragon at any moment, breaking through this small basement, rushing to the sky, and flying in the night sky of Edo!

Wen Xian, who leaped forward, had his feet landed on the ground, and he and Jian Gong maintained a sword-fighting posture, wrestling with each other.

The swords of the two are touching each other, and this posture makes it difficult to separate each other's swords when wrestling with each other.

Wen Xian exerted a little force, and Jiangong pushed back, and no one gave in.

Strength is not the advantage of Gamiya, but the advantage of Wen Xian, who is stronger than him.

In order not to be controlled by the enemy, Gamiya exerted force horizontally and successfully got rid of this wrestling where he was destined to be at a disadvantage.

Jian Gong adjusted his stance, adjusted to the upper stance, and cut towards Wen Xian from the top road. The knife cut from the top road was as fast as lightning, and Jian Gong's deception was also extremely well done, but Wen Xian easily blocked him.

After Gekai Jiangong's blow, Wen Xian made a wrong step, moved his body sideways, moved to the left side where Jiangong was difficult to defend, then sank down and attacked Jiangong in front of him.

Lower the center of gravity of the body, bend and stretch the upper body, and slash the knife vertically from the bottom to the top, the movement is done in one go.

Gamiya's body reacted one step ahead of his brain - his body knew that it was difficult to defend against an attack from this direction, so he took two quick steps back to avoid the slash.

Agility is the strong point of the middle palace, this level of attack is not enough to hit the middle palace.

The father and son continued to exchange fierce attacks and defenses like this, alternately launching fierce attacks like storms.

The sparks generated when the two men clashed with swords became another light source besides candlelight in the basement.

The sparks illuminated the faces of the father and son alternately.

In the not-so-spacious basement, there were only the clanging of swords clashing and the sound of two people's footsteps sliding.

Yoshitomo kept Azhu behind his back as Jiangong said just now, and at the same time couldn't hide his astonishment, watching the confrontation in front of him that hadn't been decided for a long time.

Wen Xian is an unmatched master in Yoshitomo's mind. He has always believed that the only one who can defeat Wen Xian is probably the famous Ogata Yidaosai.

He knew that his elder brother was a well-deserved genius, be it swordsmanship or other skills, he knew everything at once, and his learning progress was also rapid.

But even though he knew that his elder brother was a genius, seeing his elder brother whom he hadn't seen for a long time grew to a level comparable to his father in just 5 years-this still made it difficult for Yoshitomo to hide the constant stream of eyes. The color of astonishment emerged.

clang!

clang!

clang!

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clang--!

With an almost deafening sound of gold and iron clashing, Wen Xian's knife was heavily blocked, and Mamiya suddenly put his saber back into the scabbard.

This is the opportunity that Mamiya has been waiting for for a long time.

It is a good opportunity for Wen Xian to perform his best stunt: "Liu Guang", the knife drawing technique.

Streamer!

The moment the saber was retracted into the sheath, the light of the saber poured out from the sheath and swept towards Wen Xian's belly.

However……

clang--!

The rays of light pouring out of the sheath were blocked by Wen Xian's Vairocana halfway, and were blocked heavily.

Before Mamiya had time to show a surprised expression when his stunt was blocked, Wen Xian perfectly repeated the action that Mamiya did just now—he quickly retracted Vairocana into the sheath...

Gamiya's pupils shrank suddenly, and then subconsciously raised his saber——

clang--!

There was another sound of two knives striking each other.

Gamiya took a few steps back holding the knife that was baited back.

Wen Xian, on the other hand, stood there, motionless.

"...Heh." Wen Xian, who didn't go after Jian Gong, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile with admiration, "It seems that you have really grown a lot in the past five years. .”

"But—you're still a long way off."

Gamiya felt stabbing pains from his left collarbone.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his left collarbone - the clothes at the left collarbone were rapidly stained red by blood.

He couldn't fully catch Wen Xian's sword-drawing slash just now.

Vairocana's blade still cut through the skin on his left collarbone, but luckily the wound was not deep.

"You are still the same. Your biggest weakness is that you don't have enough physical strength." Wen Xian continued at this time, "But compared to yourself, your knife should be a step ahead of you."

Mamiya looked at the saber in his hand.

In the fierce fight just now, the blade of the saber had been cut with pits and hollows.

And the Vairocana in Wen Xian's hand was intact.

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PS: There should be no book lovers who think that Wen Xian's method of converting human life into value is correct and worthy of encouragement, right?

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