The Dongying people liked to kneel and use this gesture to express their humility. In modern times, this kind of etiquette was still very common.
However, for someone of Masaichi Miyamoto's status to kneel and worship a seventeen-year-old boy, everyone found it difficult to accept and even more incomprehensible.
Qi Guofeng, in particular, knew Masaichi Miyamoto's plan. He originally wanted to kidnap Gao Zhengyang and Xu Xu together and then violate them in front of his friends.
According to Masaichi Miyamoto, something as beautiful as enjoying purity must have an audience!
Why was Masaichi Miyamoto kneeling at Gao Zhengyang's feet like a dog in the blink of an eye?
There were also four naked men who stood there like statues, their expressions seemingly frozen. His eyes, which were filled with fear and terror, seemed to have frozen as he looked at Gao Zhengyang.
Qi Guofeng did not know what was going on, but he instinctively felt danger. This situation was not right!
He really wanted to order everyone to attack together and kill Gao Zhengyang first.
However, Masaichi Miyamoto was here, so Qi Guofeng had no say. No matter what he thought, he could only endure it.
In fact, at this moment, Gao Zhengyang was the center of everyone's attention.
As a bystander, Xu Xu felt that this scene was like a dream. Gao Zhengyang had only pulled out his sword and completely subdued Masaichi Miyamoto.
She had originally thought that Gao Zhengyang was up to no good, and that he might have come here to kill. She did not expect things to turn out like this.
In martial arts movies, martial arts masters often used virtue to subdue others. They made their enemies put down their weapons and kneel down. Xu Xu had always thought that this kind of plot was exaggerated and ridiculous.
Today, Gao Zhengyang actually did it!
Xu Xu, who witnessed everything, calmed down and did not think that it was exaggerated. The crescent moon-like sword indeed had a soul-stirring beauty, and it had a magical power that went straight into one's soul.
Xu Xu believed that with the passage of time, she might forget what Gao Zhengyang looked like one day. However, she would definitely not forget the crescent moon-like sword light.
Under everyone's gaze, Gao Zhengyang walked up to Miyamoto Masaichi with his knife. He looked down at him and said, "What do you think of my knife?"
Miyamoto Masamoto's head was close to the ground, and his forehead was already rubbing against Gao Zhengyang's toes. His posture was extremely humble, as if he couldn't wait to lick the soles of Gao Zhengyang's shoes to express his respect and admiration.
The Japanese were simply so extreme in their bones. As an expert swordsman, Gao Zhengyang's New Moon Slash opened up a whole new world for him, making him realize how foolish and ignorant he was in the past.
Masaichi Miyamoto lost control of his emotions and found it difficult to control himself.
Masaichi Miyamoto prostrated himself and said respectfully, "Sir, this saber has the power of a demon. I'm not qualified to comment on it."
Lord was a respectful title in Japanese. It was only used to address seniors or superiors with extremely high status. Masakazu Miyamoto now worshipped Gao Zhengyang as if he was a god, and even addressed him respectfully.
"Japan's Date Masamune has a farewell poem. It's barely suitable to be used here."
Gao Zhengyang did not look at Masakazu Miyamoto. He held the scabbard in his palm and recited, "My heart is like the bright moon that washes the sky, driving out the darkness and illuminating the pagoda."
Masakazu Miyamoto was slightly shocked. He had learned Date Masamune's farewell poem before. When Gao Zhengyang translated it, the meaning was more or less the same, but the realm was more mysterious and indescribable.
The key was that the meaning of the poem coincided with Gao Zhengyang's swordsmanship.
The more Masakazu Miyamoto thought about it, the more he felt that it was meaningful. At that moment, he was so infatuated that tears streamed down his face.
Most of the people present did not understand swordsmanship nor did they understand poetry. However, they all felt that the poem was very special, and they could not help but want to kneel down.
To sum up their thoughts in a simple sentence, they felt that it was awesome even though they did not understand it.
Among the people present, Xu Xu was the only one who understood it. Although she did not know swordsmanship, she had knowledge and wisdom. She vaguely felt that she seemed to have understood something.
However, she could not tell what it was exactly.
Gao Zhengyang pointed the scabbard at the back of Masakazu Miyamoto's head and said, "You've practiced swordsmanship for decades, but you only know how to kill with a sword, just like a butcher who slaughters pigs and sheep. Violent and lowly, you're the shame of my generation of swordsmen. "
Masakazu Miyamoto's body stiffened. Gao Zhengyang's words were like a morning bell that suddenly woke him up.
He had practiced swordsmanship for decades, but he did not cultivate his body nor his heart. He killed indiscriminately with a butcher's knife, and his life was as lowly and stinky as dog shit. His entire life was a great disgrace.
When he thought of this, Masakazu Miyamoto was terrified and ashamed. He wanted to commit suicide to wash away his shame.
Gao Zhengyang continued, "Nobunaga said it well. Fifty years of life is like a dream and an illusion at the same time. There is life and there is death, a warrior has no regrets. "
When Gao Zhengyang recited the poem in a low voice, his tone and rhythm were very special. As Xu Xu listened on the side, she could feel the strong sense of freedom and heroism in his voice.
It was as if people should ignore life and death like this, a true warrior.
Xu Xu was an outsider, but she was already so excited. Not to mention Masakazu Miyamoto. He was a Japanese, so he was more familiar with this poem. There was also the traditional samurai in his bones.
Masakazu Miyamoto raised his head and said to Gao Zhengyang solemnly, "Sir, I know what to do."
"Don't let this sword down, don't let your name down!"
Gao Zhengyang looked at Masakazu Miyamoto deeply. His deep eyes were like an endless abyss that hid darkness and death.
Masakazu Miyamoto kowtowed hard. "Yes, sir. I will definitely live up to this sword's name. "
Gao Zhengyang nodded and handed the Onimaru in his hand to Masakazu Miyamoto. Masakazu Miyamoto took it with both hands sincerely and solemnly. His gaze was unusually firm.
"Let's go."
Gao Zhengyang grabbed Xu Xu, who was still in a daze, and forcefully dragged her out of the room.
Qi Guofeng and the others looked at them blankly, but no one dared to stop them. They could only watch as Gao Zhengyang and Xu Xu left.
When they reached the elevator, Xu Xu suddenly came to her senses. She shook off Gao Zhengyang's hand and said unhappily, "What are you doing?!"
Gao Zhengyang looked at his watch and said calmly, "It's time, I'm going home to sleep."
Xu Xu said, "I was wondering why you were dragging me!"
"That room is full of strong men, what are you trying to do by staying in there?"
Gao Zhengyang was a little surprised, and his gaze became more scrutinizing.
Xu Xu was a little embarrassed. Although Gao Zhengyang did not say it explicitly, she knew that he must be thinking about those Japanese movies.
"What the hell is going on in your head!"
Xu Xu wanted to clarify things, but she really could not get used to Gao Zhengyang's way of chatting.
Moreover, when she saw Gao Zhengyang's god-like sword technique, Xu Xu unknowingly became in awe of Gao Zhengyang. She actually did not know it herself, but she instinctively did not dare to be too presumptuous in front of Gao Zhengyang.
When they took the elevator down to the first floor, Xu Xu wanted to wave goodbye to Gao Zhengyang. However, just as she raised her hand, it was grabbed by Gao Zhengyang again.
Gao Zhengyang was very strong, so he dragged Xu Xu out of the lobby and to the entrance of the hotel.
There were guests and service staff in the lobby. Although Xu Xu did not like it, she did not want to make a scene in public.
When they reached the empty entrance, she said, "Let go of me, are you trying to drag me home?!"
Gao Zhengyang let go and shook his head seriously. "I'm not that kind of person. It's impossible for us to do that! "
Xu Xu was stunned. What the f * ck, no, she was f * cked.
Gao Zhengyang was the one who forcefully grabbed her hand, so what did he mean by that? If she did not know better, she would have thought that she was chasing after him!
Although there were no guests at the entrance, there was a doorman on duty.
The doorman was very tall and looked like a very clean young man.
When the doorman heard Gao Zhengyang's words, he looked at Xu Xu and could not take his eyes off her.
It was rare to see such a beautiful woman in a five-star hotel. If she was despised by a man like this, was there something wrong with her?
The doorman looked at Xu Xu and thought to himself, "I don't care what you do, I'm willing to be your sugar daddy!"
Xu Xu was so angry that she laughed. Just as she was about to reprimand Gao Zhengyang, Zheng Zi screamed through the wireless earpiece, "F * ck! This is bad, hurry, Captain Xu, something big has happened! "
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