Chapter 201 200 Kassel Idol Group VS Tokyo Japan Division (VII)

Chapter 201 200. Kassel Idol Group VS Tokyo Japan Branch (7)

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 be sold for hundreds of millions of yen." Yuan Zhisheng praised that there are not many knives that can be praised by him.

He has a lot of research on swords. Japan is a country lacking 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. The characteristics of the divine sword are 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 swing of the knife will be like splashing 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. , The dew comes from the moisture in the air. But if there is such a clue, I can find the maker of this knife. I will leave it to the Japanese branch and I should be able to give you a satisfactory answer."

"Thanks."

"I'm very grateful to you two 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 at each other. Highway, "The cops over there are getting 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 about to start the countdown!" the police chief shouted, holding a loudspeaker and raising his right hand high 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 a 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 This is a great way to arrest felons. In such a dark night environment, Caesar thought that if he had enough ammunition, he could rely on Kamamaitachi to get rid of the police siege, 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 saw that Caesar was eager to try.

Caesar thought for a moment: "The loser will book the most luxurious gigolo nightclub in Tokyo, and will have to perform a talent on stage. This can be considered a punishment and can also entertain the public."

"Fuck! Boss, don't take me with you when you bet! I'm still a pure girl. I can't go to a gigolo club!" Lu Mingfei widened her eyes in horror.

As the saying goes, losing one's chastity is a big deal. Lu Mingfei's ultimate dream in this life is to become a simple and lovely wife of the Chu family. Before she has a chance to be born, she certainly can't run to a gigolo club like those rich and beautiful girls who have nothing to do and run to a gigolo club to snuggle in the arms of a man and slap him in the face with money, not to mention that Chu Zihang is standing next to her now!

Which man would like his future wife to be a gigolo club girl? I smoke, I drink, I have tattoos and dance with naked men, but I'm a good girl? Lu Mingfei thinks she has a thick skin, but there is a limit to her thickness! She couldn't say that!

Lu Mingfei quickly looked at Chu Zihang, hoping that he could stop this crazy behavior, or tell Caesar that this bet was between you and Yuan Zhisheng, and not to involve us.

But Chu Zihang stared at Murasame expressionlessly, not noticing Lu Mingfei's little eyes at all. Lu Mingfei thought it was bad, and Senior Brother probably hadn't lent Murasame to anyone else. Although he didn't reject Yuan Zhisheng's proposal, he still cared about it. At this moment, his concern for his beloved sword was like an old father, looking at his married daughter with such worry.

"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 the gigolo shop to perform our talents, you will definitely stand out and beat the gigolos in the shop to the ground." Caesar shrugged.

"I should be proud of this aspect. If you want to lose on purpose, just say it directly. No need to beat around the bush!" Lu Mingfei crossed her arms, fearing that she would be reduced to a talent show in Caesar's words.

"It may make you unhappy to say this, but I really prefer girls with hot bodies." Caesar stabbed her in the back.

Lu Mingfei's face was full of black lines. Once she got familiar with Caesar, she would feel like she had discovered a new world. In private, the nobleman was basically a show-off. His way of thinking was unrestrained, which always made people feel that they were not living in the same world as him. For others, going to a gigolo club might be a disgrace, but if it was Caesar... Lu Mingfei felt that he should be happy to be the first to go on stage, shouting "I'm handsome, I'll go first", and then twisting his chest muscles and buttocks in a backless suit, and throwing a wink to the cheering women in the audience.

Why did I suddenly want to lose to Yuan Zhisheng? If there was really that opportunity, Lu Mingfei would definitely take a photo album of Caesar's heroic appearance and send it to Nuonuo to avenge just now!

"Have you made up your mind? Place your bet once you've thought it through, and let it go once you've made it. I believe you, Caesar, are not someone who would go back on your word." Yuan Zhisheng said.

"It's a bet, a carnival at a gigolo club, if you lose you have to go on stage and toast everyone!" Caesar held out his hand.

"OK!" Yuan Zhisheng high-fived him.

The police's countdown was drawing to a close, and Yuan Zhisheng raised Murasame and pointed to the sky, chanting a deep and solemn dragon script. The air vibrated strangely, and the strong wind blew up Yuan Zhisheng's black windbreaker. In the sky like a curtain above his head, dark clouds collapsed and condensed, like the eye of a swirling storm. Amid the deafening explosion, silver lightning struck the ground like a fire falling from the sky... No! It struck Yuan Zhisheng directly!

But Yuan Zhisheng was unharmed. On the Murasame in his hand, golden arcs of lightning lingered around the blade, making crackling sounds. Lu Mingfei subconsciously wanted to get closer to watch, but Chu Zihang held her shoulders and forcibly pulled her back. He clearly felt the surging energy of the Murasame sword, which was undoubtedly the lightning in nature. It was just that due to the restraint of some power, they lost the high temperature at birth and were forced to lie on the Murasame.

Yuan Zhisheng waved the Murasame towards the highway, and the blade slid across the cold cross. It seemed that a stream of light flashed in the air in an instant, and the tires of police cars exploded one after another. Before the police could react to what was going on, they were knocked unconscious by the lightning that penetrated their bodies. A fire broke out in the bushes behind them for shelter, and the blazing flames illuminated everything on the beach. All the police lost consciousness almost at the same time, and some even kept their guns in their hands, but they were still lying on the hood of the car.

"Hey, hey, hey! Remember to keep one! We still need the police car we promised!" Caesar shouted to stop Yuan Zhisheng. He was not angry because he was about to become a gigolo on stage, but because of Yuan Zhisheng's spiritual power.

It really took less than 10 seconds for all the policemen to be dealt with. Yuan Zhisheng pointed his sword at the ground, and the lightning that had not yet been exhausted was thrown into the sand by him. The golden arc flashed and disappeared without a trace, but Lu Mingfei felt numb under her feet and jumped subconsciously. It stands to reason that the sand would not conduct electricity.

"Excuse me."

Yuan Zhisheng held the sword in both hands and returned it to Chu Zihang. Chu Zihang took over Murasame, and his fingertips were burned by the residual power of lightning, but he remained calm. Yuan Zhisheng's lightning-inducing operation made Murasame as hot as if it had just been tempered by a furnace fire, and the rain fell on the blade and steam rose.

"Very exciting." Chu Zihang said. He seldom praised anyone, but Yuan Zhisheng's strength really made people applaud and cheer him on.

"The Word Spirit, Takemikaze, was discovered in Japan and named by the Japanese. It comes from the myth in the Kojiki. Legend has it that when Izanagi killed Kagutsuchi with the Tenka sword, the blood splashed on the rocks and gave birth to Takemikaze. The ancients worshipped him as the god of thunder and lightning, and he was also a military god, skilled in swordsmanship and archery. The young master happens to be a master of swordsmanship and archery, and it is worthy of the name to use this Word Spirit." Yabuki Sakura said, "It looks 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 Takemikaze directly controls thunder and lightning, and he can do whatever he wants with the way and power of release, just as dazzling as the glory of the prosperous times."

The meaning of subordinates' existence in many cases is to flatter the boss at the right time, but Yabuki Sakura's explanation is just right. Gen Chisheng just showed his Word Spirit to the specialists of the headquarters, and someone has to come out to explain it. Of course, the boss can't do this by himself. As an assistant to Yuan Zhisheng, Sakura Yabuki knows when to step forward.

"So handsome!" Lu Mingfei clapped her hands. The other party came out to smooth things over with a cute girl, so the one who acted like a spoiled child on her side had to be a cute girl. Obviously, the two big brothers were not the ones who would come out to praise. Only Lu Mingfei could take on the responsibility.

"Boss, you lost!" Lu Mingfei bumped Caesar with her shoulder, and she was already grinning with her hands on her hips in her heart. Caesar was destined to be a gigolo and perform for everyone, so how could she miss this opportunity for revenge? Caesar's heroic figure will be bound into a book and distributed to the Student Union, CSLFB, the Student Union and even the entire Kassel College. It's better 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 a cool win." Caesar held up a cigar, patted Yuan Zhisheng's shoulder vigorously, and gave a thumbs up.

He had always felt bad about his Kamaitachi not being handsome enough, but after seeing how much Chu Zihang's Jun Yan made a fuss, he gradually got used to it. Now, seeing Yuan Zhisheng's Takemiya Thunder God, he was more or less calm. "I have booked the top host club in Shinjuku. All the seniors from the Japanese branch are welcome to come. It will all be on my account."