Chapter 567 Bloody Battle in Gion (1)

The geisha playing the shamisen knelt on the ground, leaning the body of the piano on her thigh, pressing the strings with her left hand, and holding an ivory pluck in the shape of a ginkgo leaf with her right hand, plucking the strings, and played a brisk song. Xiaoqu, it is said that the vast majority of geisha in the Edo period began to receive rigorous training from the age of ten. Unlike the wandering girls who squatted behind the fence and waited for someone to choose to do the skin and meat business, geisha not only had requirements for appearance, but also flower arrangements. Tea ceremony, etiquette, dance, musical instruments, and culture must also be proficient in everything, and the effort and energy put into it is no worse than that of a samurai practicing the way of the sword.

Of course, in contrast, they usually receive more high-level guests, especially the more famous geisha in this line, and they can even choose their own guests. It's hard to see the beauty, and the vast majority of geisha are only performers, so the situation is much better than that of prostitutes.

The hot red leaf pot is accompanied by the beautiful Beijing dance, which makes the guests and hosts enjoy themselves in the teahouse.

That elderly samurai is obviously very good at being a man. In addition to sake, he also specially prepared wine. The place of origin is the hometown of the French businessman. He kept persuading Gabriel to drink a few more glasses. When everyone is full of wine and food, drunk and slightly drunk.

Someone clapped their hands twice outside the house, the sound was not loud, but the sound of the piano in the house stopped immediately, and then the geisha began to lower their heads to clean up the leftovers. Their movements were very quick, and they finished cleaning in a short while. He bowed deeply, bowed his head and backed out.

And the samurai from the Changzhou and Satsuma domains also returned to their respective positions and stood upright, especially the samurai from the Changzhou domain, with a hint of excitement in their eyes.

Zhang Heng knew that tonight's true master was finally about to appear.

Gabriel also resumed his sitting posture at this time. He is obviously not used to using his heels as a stool. When he first came to Japan, he often complained about this anti-human mechanics sitting method in his heart. After sitting for a while, his legs became numb. , Simply change to sitting cross-legged. But now, out of respect, he decided to make another move.

The shoji door was pushed open from the outside, and a samurai with a square face walked in first.

As soon as this person appeared, all the warriors in the room felt an invisible pressure, as if they were being watched by a beast, and the two sitting in the front couldn't help shrinking their necks back.

"Renza Nakamura Hanjiro!" Someone exclaimed in a low voice, lowering his voice, "Is he here too?"

Nakamura Hanjiro's figure is also unusually tall in this era of Japan, almost as tall as Zhang Heng, and his shoulders are very broad, he has a pair of long arms, and his hands are full of calluses.

It is said that Nakamura's family was quite poor when he was young, and his father was seriously ill. He embezzled funds from the feudal clan for medical treatment, but was soon discovered and exiled. At one time, the family could only earn money by farming, but Nakamura Hanjiro did not give up becoming a samurai His dream was to practice at the Yijiyuan Yaju Dojo at the age of 15, and then to join the Zixian school. However, at the age of 18, he was hit again, and his brother died of illness, so he had to go back home and continue farming.

However, what he has learned in the past three years can be regarded as laying the foundation for him, finding his direction, and continuing to practice hard while being a farmer, until the age of 25, when he became a master of swordsmanship, he also met Xixiang, the most important nobleman in his life. Takamori finally became the man who made the shogunate's face change, Nakamura Hanjiro.

No one knew how many people's blood was stained on his hands, but just being caught by his gaze made one's heart chill.

Zhang Heng's focus was different from everyone else's, but it was the knife that fell on Nakamura's waist, which was also his goal tonight.

—— Count the beads and pills for a constant time.

One of the five knives in the world, it was forged by Koe Koji. The katana worn by the monk Nichiren in the Kamakura period got its name because the handle was wrapped with prayer beads. When Zhang Heng was looking at this famous knife, Nakamura Hanjiro was also looking at it. He, perhaps because he is the only unfamiliar face that does not belong to the side of the Banbai faction, Nakamura Hanjiro's eyes lingered on him for a moment longer.

But in the end, he moved away and bowed to the person behind him, "No problem, please come in."

Although the vast majority of people in the room had already received the news in secret, it still caused a commotion when the visitor really showed up.

"Dongxing! Master Dongxing! It's really you."

"It's great that you are in good health!!!" Many warriors from the Changzhou Clan burst into tears when they saw the visitor.

Although Zhang Heng had already guessed that the person who would come to Youji and Gabriel to discuss business tonight would be a big shot, when he heard the name of the person, he also showed surprise on his face. What everyone was waiting for tonight turned out to be Shinsaku Takasugi, the No. 1 figure in the Changzhou Clan, who had just died of illness in Sakurayama, was his name in Eastbound.

No wonder the Banbai faction used Nakamura Hanjiro as his personal bodyguard.

If it was known that the Lord of Changzhou, who was supposed to have been buried, suddenly appeared in a tea house in Kyoto, it would probably shake the world again, and at the same time trigger a series of unpredictable changes.

But on the other hand, Shinsaku Takasugi took such a big risk to enter Kyoto and meet with the French businessman in person, so the plan must be not small.

"Mr. Gabriel, we meet again." Shinsaku Takasugi let out a hearty laugh before entering the room.

Although his face still looks a little weak, his eyes are very energetic, and his behavior seems to be no different from ordinary people. This rekindles a glimmer of hope in the hearts of the warriors present. The role of Jin Zuo as the backbone is too important. Whether it is his political and military capabilities, or his appeal in the Changzhou Domain, it is difficult to be replaced by others.

Therefore, the news of his death was an out-and-out bad news for the Changzhou Fan and the downfall faction.

The French businessman also laughed and said, "You played so beautifully that even my old friend was fooled by you."

"There is no way. In special times, special measures must be taken." Gao Shanjin said.

"Special method? It seems that you have made up your mind." Gabriel's eyes flashed, and he was no longer half drunk.

"That's right, you've been in Japan for so long, you must have seen clearly that the world has come to the point where it's not going to change. Instead of procrastinating and continuing to make minor repairs, it's better to smash it completely and rebuild it." A whole new world."

It is worthy of writing "When will I die soon, laughingly waiting for the neighbors to hear the sound of the guns!" usual.

Gabriel also had to admit deep down in his heart that the short oriental man in front of him did have a soaring momentum. No wonder so many people in the Choshu Domain and even in Japan were willing to follow him and die for him.

However, he would not forget his identity because of this appreciation. The French businessman drank the wine in his hand and smiled slyly, "Then, what do you want from me, and what can I get from yours?" What do you get in the new world?"