I Was a Swordsman in Ancient Japan

The knife used by Jian Gong is not a cheap product that can be bought in the market.

The sword in his hand is called "Wuzhou Juju Fujiwara Shiichi", although it is not a great treasure sword that is powerful enough to make countless swordsmen go crazy for it, but in terms of quality, it is far superior to those ordinary swords on the market On top of that, it is not a problem to sell it on the market for hundreds of taels.

However, this knife, which can sell hundreds of taels in the market, is now full of scars, while the Vairocana used by Wen Xian is not damaged at all.

Gamiya was not surprised by this result.

Although he has never used Vairocana before, Wen Xian has seen the gesture of waving Vairocana many times before.

What a powerful knife Vairocana is, Jiangong knows it clearly. This is a tough and sharp knife made by his grandfather, the Sixth Generation of Yamada Asemon Yamada, who took the initiative to use all his contacts and cost nearly a thousand taels of gold. Reliving Fujiwara is something I can contend with.

He had already expected that his knife must be the scarred Gamiya by now, and after glancing at the knife in his palm, he turned his gaze back to Wen Xian.

——How to defeat him...

Mamiya's expression is serious now.

It wasn't because the saber hurt his eyes that he had a serious expression—it was because Wen Xian easily blocked the sword-drawing technique that he had placed high hopes on just now, which he was best at.

"Your swordsmanship has become different from before." Wen Xian said suddenly at this moment, "Is it based on the swordsmanship I taught you, adding my own new understanding? Also, your weird What's the matter with the breathing rhythm?"

As soon as Wen Xian's question fell, Gamiya responded—but not with words, but with actions.

He switched his stance to the lower right stance, and rushed towards Wen Xian like a falling meteor.

"Don't you want to answer..." Looking at Jian Gong who was rushing towards him, Wen Xian repositioned his knife calmly, "Forget it."

In the basement, there was another explosion of metal and iron strikes.

At the beginning of the battle, Gamiya knew that this was a fierce battle, so he directly used the breath of source that he seldom used to improve his concentration, and his chest rose and fell with a peculiar rhythm.

Gamiya changed his tactics at this time - he now set Wen Xian's legs as the main direction of attack, trying to destroy his center of gravity by injuring Wen Xian's legs.

Whether it is unarmed combat or sword fighting, "whether you can stand firm" is everything.

If you can't even stand firmly, then don't mention any victory.

Jian Gong's plan was well designed—but Wen Xian still defended impeccably in the face of attacks from below.

Seeing that the onslaught on Wen Xian's lower body was ineffective, Jian Gong gritted his teeth and switched back to the upper stance where he could easily make sharp slashes, trying to break through Wen Xian's defense with the onslaught.

But the result was the same as the series of fights just now. His attacks were either blocked by Wen Xian or dodged.

While Wen Xian was defending, he was also like a poisonous snake, looking for and waiting for the moment to counterattack—for example, now, when Jian Gong took back the knife he had chopped down, his body accidentally revealed a flaw.

After noticing this flaw,

Wen Xian's pupils immediately burst into light, aiming at the opening that Gamiya accidentally exposed was a straight stab.

Fortunately, Gamiya dodged to the left in time and successfully avoided the straight stab, but the point of Vairocana's knife still picked up some flesh on his right shoulder.

Although this kind of injury is not fatal, it still hurts very much. However, Gamiya looked as usual, as if it was not an injury to his own body. After avoiding this straight stab, he silently regrouped and continued to search The way to defeat it.

Gamiya kept switching between different tactics, trying to find Wen Xian's weakness and defeat him.

However... no matter what kind of tactics he switched to, Wen Xian couldn't do anything about it.

It doesn't matter whether Wen Xian's lower body is the main direction of attack, or he uses a frontal attack to break Wen Xian's defense, no matter what kind of tactics are used, none of them are effective. Until now, Gamiya has not been able to Leaving even one scar on Wen Xian's body, on the contrary, Wen Xian had already injured two places on his body.

Ah... No, it should be 3 times.

Just now, Wen Xian caught a little opening that Jiangong accidentally exposed, and slashed his chest, leaving another hole in Jiangong's chest. Although the depth is not deep, there are still many bloody wound.

"Ha...ha...ha...ha..." Gamiya, holding the knife tightly, faced Wen Xian a few steps away, while adjusting his breathing.

Wen Xian didn't take advantage of the gap when Jian Gong was adjusting his breathing - because he was also adjusting his breathing now.

However, Wen Xian didn't pant heavily like Gamiya, it was just that the breath out of his nose became more rapid.

——Why can't my physical strength improve...

Mamiya thought bitterly in his heart.

He also knows that his biggest weakness is not enough physical strength.

He also tried different methods to correct his weakness, but he didn't know whether it was because of his physique or what, but it seemed that his physical strength had already reached its peak, and he couldn't improve it no matter what.

Looking at Jian Gong who is now confronting Wen Xianyao, Yi Chao is now full of anxiety.

Even people who have no knowledge of swordsmanship can see how the battle is going now—Gamiya is completely at a disadvantage.

None of the series of attacks that Jian Gong had just had was effective, and Jian Gong's current physical strength was obviously not as good as Wen Xian's, and the knife in his hand was also full of scars.

downwind. Undoubtedly a disadvantage.

If you don't think of something quickly, you will definitely lose.

Yoshitomo's expression was already extremely complicated at this time, a little firmness slowly appeared in his eyes, and he raised his hand to put on the handle of the saber on his left waist.

Now he can't care about what Jiangong ordered just now, "he has to settle with his father".

He has already made a decision: when it is really necessary, he will rush to help his brother.

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Even an outsider like Yichao can see that Jiangong has fallen, let alone the person involved.

What is the state of his body, what is the state of his saber, Gamiya is very clear.

——We need to decide the winner as soon as possible.

Next, if you can't win quickly, then you will meet the end of the palace, or your body will not be able to hold on, or the knife will break first.

His source of breath is far from being practiced to the point where he can freely enter the realm of no-self like Yuan Yi, so the method of defeating Wen Xian by relying on the "state of no-self" was defeated by Gamiya at the beginning of the battle. It was rejected.

Gamiya has already used the tactics that seem to be effective just now.

What I have learned all my life, and every sword skill I have, can't hurt Wen Xian in the slightest.

At this moment... Jiangong only has one last tactic left, which has not yet been used.

Mamiya took a big, deep breath.

——I can only... use this trick...

Gamiya held the saber, and then slowly retracted the saber into the sheath by holding the saber in the backhand, and slowly lowered the center of gravity of the body.

"Oh?" Wen Xian frowned, with such a classic posture, could he not see what kind of trick Jian Gong planned to use? "Are you going to use the sword drawing technique... How did I stop you from drawing the sword just now? You shouldn't have forgotten it, right?"

"You actually used sword drawing skills to deal with me who is the best at drawing swords...you are really brave."

"Okay! Then I... come and compete with you!"

After finishing speaking, Wen Xian also retracted the Vairocana in his palm into the sheath, and lowered the center of gravity of his body.

The two people who were only a few steps away, put on a posture of drawing swords that was similar with minor differences.

Yoshitomo looked in shock at the unheard-of and never-before-seen sword-drawing duel that took place right in front of his eyes.

When he saw that Yoshitomo was going to start a sword-drawing duel with him, a little shock appeared on Mamiya's face, but this shock quickly dissipated due to the high concentration of Mamiya's mental power.

Gamiya's left hand clenched the scabbard close to the saber, while his right hand rested lightly on the handle of the saber. His eyes were fixed on Wen Xian, who was in the motionless posture of drawing a saber in front of him like a mountain.

A few drops of cold sweat emerged from the forehead of the palace, and then slid down the cheeks of the palace.

——Can... defeat Wen Xian?

Mamiya asked loudly to himself in his heart.

Gamiya knows better than anyone—how powerful Wen Xian's sword drawing skills are.

Because his knife-drawing skills were taught by Wen Xian.

Every move I made just now couldn't help Wen Xian, and whether my sword-drawing technique could work... Although he didn't want to admit it, Jian Gong still had to face the reality: he didn't know what to do. .

——I can only fight!

After suppressing the slight uneasiness in his eyes, Gamiya gritted his teeth and clenched his right hand resting on the handle of the knife.

But just then—

(Don't get lost!)

Mamiya suddenly heard—a loud shout in his head.

This sudden outburst made Kamiya's expression froze.

This voice... Mamiya is too familiar.

It was Wen Xian's voice...

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"Father, how can you use the knife drawing technique with such great power like you?"

In the woods, Kuro, whose voice became a little weird because he was using a voice changer, asked Wen Xian in front of him.

"Without him, just practice diligently. But if there is any other secret...it is probably not to be confused when you use the knife."

"Don't be confused?"

"When swinging a knife, you should avoid confusion. If you want to swing a powerful slash, you must apply all the power in a straight line. The direction of the blade and the direction of force when you swing down must be completely consistent."

After finishing speaking, Wen Xian faced a big tree in front of him that required an adult to hug its trunk.

"Once you are confused, it will lead to incorrect path of the knife and loss of power. On the contrary—as long as you swing the knife, there is no confusion in your heart..."

Bang!

There was a clanging sound of the blade being unsheathed.

Wen Xian aimed at the big tree in front of him and slashed with his sword so swiftly that it was difficult for human eyes to catch. After the big tree issued a series of "wailing", it slowly fell to the ground, and the fracture was extremely neat.

"So, Jiulang, you have to remember - no matter when, don't get lost!"

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The chest rose and fell in the rhythm of Yuanzhi's breathing, squeezing out the stale air in the lungs one after another.

"Don't get lost... don't get lost..."

Jian Gong muttered and repeated what Wen Xian had taught him.

This sentence seems to have some magical power. Every time it is repeated, the uneasiness in Gamiya's eyes will dissipate.

After only a moment, there was no extra emotion in Jiangong's expression and eyes, only calm.

Wen Xian, who was confronting Gamiya, immediately noticed the strangeness of Gamiya.

He first showed doubts because he didn't understand why there was such a sudden change in the palace, and then his expression gradually became dignified, and he kept relaxing and tightening the right hand holding the handle of Vairocana.

He instinctively felt that the palace in front of him could no longer be treated lightly.

Wen Xian could only feel every hair on his body stand on end.

He smelled a dangerous breath from Gamiya.

It was as if he was facing a large beast.

But Wen Xian didn't feel the slightest fear.

On the contrary - he just feels eager to try now.

The thumb of his left hand, which was holding the scabbard close to the scabbard, lifted up against the scabbard, pushing Vairocana's blade out of the scabbard by more than an inch.

At almost the same moment, Gamiya pushed the blade out of the sheath with his left thumb.

In the five years since he left the Yamada Asemon family, Mamiya has continued to add his own understanding to the swordsmanship he learned from Fumaki, and while improving most of the moves, he added many of his own. new move.

Just like the trick I am about to use against Wen Xian now.

Jiangong used this move to cut down the flying swallow, and this feat made Jiangong decide on the name of his new school of swordsmanship, which was born out of the swordsmanship taught by Wen Xian——Feiyan Canxinliu!

As if the two had made an agreement in advance, Jian Gong and Wen Xian stomped on the ground with their hind feet at the same time!

The two rushed towards each other!

Both of them kept their center of gravity lowered, and rushed towards each other at a speed as if they were teleporting!

6 steps!

5 steps!

4 steps!

3 steps!

The two have similar arm spans and the same blade length, and the two entered each other's attack range almost at the same time!

Bang!

The two sounds of drawing a knife sounded almost in no particular order.

Because it was only for a moment, Wen Xian didn't see it——the moment Jian Gong drew his sword out of its sheath, a strange light flashed across Jian Gong's eyes.

If Genichi had been present, he would have been delighted to see the light in Kamiya's eyes—this is the unique gorgeous light after entering the "Non-Self Realm".

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Two saber lights, one white and one purple, burst out.

Jian Gong and Wen Xian crossed each other.

The two passing by each other maintained the stance of drawing their swords, and stood at their original positions.

No one moved.

Time seems to freeze at this moment.

It was not until a while later that someone finally broke the silence that seemed to be under the magic of "time stillness".

"... well done."

The corner of Wen Xian's mouth curled up.

"I lost to... you kid... Cough! Cough!"

A few mouthfuls of blood spewed out with Wen Xian's coughing.

A line of blood from Wen Xian's left shoulder to his right rib suddenly appeared, and then clouds of blood sprayed from the wound.

"That trick just now...was it your original unique skill...?" Wen Xian, who still had a smile on his face, turned his head and asked Jian Gong.

At this time, Jian Gong, who had slowly stood up straight, swung the blade, shaking off all the blood attached to the blade.

"Feiyan is heartbroken

Profound meaning

--moment. "

"Setsuna...a good name..."

Wen Xian withdrew his gaze from Jiangong's body and projected it to Vairocana in his palm.

After he took a deep look at Vairocana with complicated eyes that made it difficult to understand his emotions, he slowly retracted Vairocana into the sheath.

"You will be its third master...it should be very happy too...in this way...I will live up to my father's entrustment to this knife..."

Wen Xian threw Vairocana back with the scabbard knife.

After the knife crossed a beautiful parabola high and high, it fell straight to Mamiya's side.

Jian Gong looked at Wen Xian who threw Vairocana to him with astonishment—after throwing Vairocana to him, Wen Xian was not tall, but it made Jian Gong and the others feel like A body like a giant mountain fell heavily towards the ground...

When he fell to the ground, Wen Xian exerted his last bit of strength and said:

"Okay... come and get my head..."

Mamiya looked at Wen Xian who fell to the ground with a complicated expression.

Wen Xian fell to the ground, his chest was still heaving slightly.

Jian Gong held the knife and walked slowly to Wen Xian's side.

Then... raised the knife high...

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The next morning, early in the morning—

In Yamada Asemon's mansion, in the room where Mamiya's mother's altar was placed—

Gamiya, whose injuries had been treated briefly, knelt in front of his mother's altar.

On the tatami between him and the Buddhist alcove, there is the knife that Bunxian gave him last night - the family treasure of Yamada Senemon who has been passed down for two generations: Vairocana.

Jiangong sat in front of his mother's altar for a long time. When he entered the room, the light that poured into the room through the window was still moonlight, but now it has turned into sunlight.

(Kurang, you have to remember: Human life is not distinguished from high or low. Human life must never be measured by numbers. If you use numbers to measure the value of human life, you will only become less and less human.)

The teachings of his mother during his lifetime echoed in his ears.

Although my mother is the daughter of a samurai family, she doesn't have the idea that "no one is human except a samurai".

Mamiya couldn't help but think: Perhaps it was the completely different education they received when they were young that made the ideological confrontation between him and his father so sharp.

The decisive battle between him and his father has been foreshadowed since he was a child...

Wow...

At this time, the paper sliding door behind Mamiya was slowly opened, and the person who opened the door and entered was Yoshitomo.

"Those servants at home are really annoying." After Yichao entered, he took the lead in smiling bitterly at Jiangong, "Just now they kept asking me 'how did the Patriarch get hurt', and it took me a lot of effort to get rid of them all gone."

Gamiya slowly opened his eyes at this time: "...how is father?"

"The treatment is over." Yi Chao faced the altar and knelt beside Jian Gong, "He recovered his life, but because of the serious injury, he will have to lie on the bed for at least half a year, and the doctor said : This injury has destroyed the vitality of my father's body, even if the injury heals, his strength will be greatly reduced."

"Is that so..." Mamiya said softly, "... Yoshitomo, I cut our father like this, will you hate me?"

"Of course not." Yi Chao sighed softly, "In fact, last night, I was already mentally prepared that my father would be killed by you, elder brother..."

"I also want to thank you..."

"Thank you for saving father's life..."

"Even though my father has done some bastard things...but...he is the father who has a relationship with me that is thicker than water..."

As soon as Yichao's words fell, Jiangong slowly raised his right hand, gently stroking his left cheek that was caressed by Wen Xian's rough hand when he just returned home yesterday.

Last night, facing Wen Xian who was still breathing, Jian Gong raised his knife...but he couldn't cut it down.

Because when raising the knife, Mamiya recalled the scene when Wen Xian stroked his face when he returned home after 5 years...

Immediately afterwards, various pasts with Wen Xian flashed in Gamiya's mind...

"I also... can't escape the shackles of family affection..." Time Palace murmured while putting down the knife in his hand...

"...Where's A Zhu's child?" Jian Gong put down the hand that was caressing the left side of his cheek and asked.

"She is sleeping soundly now." A smile appeared on Yi Chao's face, "I haven't had a good night's sleep for a long time. She probably won't wake up for a while."

Last night, after successfully taking Azhu out of the basement, Yichao explained to Jian Gong why Azhu is in a good mental state: every time Wen Xian gave Azhu his guts, he would first let Azhu drink strong The drug, which minimizes the pain.

And when Ah Zhu regenerates the gallbladder, he is unconscious, neither pain nor itching.

A human gallbladder can actually be used for a long time, so Wen Xian takes a human gallbladder from A Zhu's body every five days on average, so up to now, the number of times to get a gallbladder from A Zhu's body is not too many.

Combining all the above reasons, Azhu's current mental state is quite normal, and he has not suffered from mental disorder due to too frequent taste of pain.

"Brother." Yi Chao asked suddenly at this moment, "After Ah Zhu wakes up, are you going to take her away?"

"En." Jian Gong nodded, "If Ah Zhu and I stay here for too long, it's not convenient for you to explain to the waiters at home, right?"

"And—I now have a big new family too."

A smile emerged from the corners of Mamiya's slightly upturned mouth.

"If I leave them for too long, they will worry."

"Yi Chao, what about you? What are your plans?"

"What plans can I have?" Yoshitomo shrugged with a smile, "Of course I'm staying here to prepare for becoming the Patriarch of Yatsudaime Yamada Asemon in the future."

"Anyway, father has to stay in bed for half a year." Yi Chao changed his tone half-jokingly, "It will take one or two years for him to fully recover."

"In a short period of time, I will have the final say in this family, and my father will have nothing to do with me. Don't worry about whether my father will be so angry that I let Azhu go."

"...Then you can accept this sword." Mamiya suddenly raised his hand and moved Vairocana in front of Yoshitomo, "I am no longer from the Yamada Asemon family. It should belong to you who are destined to inherit the position of Patriarch in the future."

Yoshitomo looked down at Vairocana in front of him.

"...Big brother."

Yoshitomo said seriously.

"You've always been smarter than me. Don't you remember what Grandpa entrusted you with the knife, and why your father entrusted this knife to you last night?"

"'Pass down this knife from generation to generation, and pass it on to the most outstanding one in each generation of the family'—this is what my grandfather said before he passed away."

Yi Chao paused at this moment.

"The next thing is my guess, maybe I'm overthinking, but I don't think my guess is impossible..."

"I think... Father entrusted this knife to you...Maybe it was a disguised way to say 'I did something wrong' to deprive you of your family name Yamada Senemon 5 years ago in a flash of enthusiasm. ..."

"Father, in his heart, he should have always recognized that you are a member of our Yamada Asemon family, so he entrusted Vairocana to the younger generation of the family in his eyes according to his grandfather's entrustment. The most outstanding of you..."

"So—the one who should accept Vairocana should be you, my brother..."

After finishing speaking, Yichao picked up Vairocana, held it with both hands, and handed it to Jiangong with a smile.

"Besides, I have always agreed in my heart that you are part of our family."

"If you don't follow my grandfather's instructions and let the most outstanding you hold this knife, I will feel bad conscience."

"Moreover—you hold Vairocana, I believe that not only me, but even my mother will be very happy to see this scene."

Hesitation appeared on Mamiya's face, and he looked at the knife that Yoshitomo handed over.

Then he looked at the altar next to him.

Finally—he stretched out his hand, and firmly grasped Vairocana in his hand.

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The author himself is looking forward to the chapters after tomorrow, because after tomorrow, the map of Kyoto and some old characters will be online after a long absence.

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