"My name …"
Wu Ming was depressed. This was a real battle to make a name for himself. It was a pity that his background was not clean, but his face showed disdain. "You don't deserve to hear it …"
Sure enough, as soon as he heard this, Hasegawa Saemon's eyes showed that he was insulted, but his face became colder and colder, unmoving like a mountain.
Between samurai, during a duel, all kinds of military tactics were used to the extreme. This simple verbal provocation, while provoking him, only made his heart more and more calm.
Without this kind of practice, he would not have lived until now.
The two slowly looked at each other, and a cold and fierce aura began to envelop the surroundings, causing cold sweat to appear on Wulang's forehead.
After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Hasegawa Saemon shouted and slashed!
Ding!
Wu Ming's sword flashed with the light of thunder and fire, and he also slashed.
The sword and saber clashed, making a crisp sound. Immediately, a spray of blood appeared from Hasegawa Saemon's body.
"This … what school of swordsmanship is this?"
He fell to the ground, but his eyes showed a pure desire for knowledge.
"There's no name … If I have to give it one, then it's the Wind and Thunder Sword Style …"
Wu Ming slowly sheathed his saber. In terms of real martial arts, he was only a physical invulnerability expert, but this person was equivalent to a master in the extreme transformation realm.
Unfortunately, he had integrated the Five Thunder Talisman into his swordsmanship, bringing along the wind and thunder to attack. Taoism and martial arts, the power went straight to the third level. This samurai's death was not undeserved!
"Wind and Thunder Sword Style … Unfortunately … I failed to practice it …"
Hasegawa Saemon's mouth was full of blood, and he died.
"Let's go!"
Wu Ming threw down a silver sentence and immediately pulled Wulang away.
Although there were rules that a fair duel between samurai was protected by the law, and killing in the city would not be punished.
Of course, after the incident, the relatives and friends of others sought revenge, but they did not care.
Naturally, Wu Ming was not afraid of the revenge of the Intentionless Sect behind Hasegawa, but the key problem was … he was not a samurai at all!!!
If he was blocked, did he have to kill his way out? The impact would be too great, and all the plans would be ruined.
"Identity! The most important thing now is to get an identity! '
Wu Ming pulled Wulang and quickly turned into the corner of the alley. Looking at the teams of Ashigaru soldiers running by, he thought gloomily.
…
"Let's go!"
Although he had killed someone, Wu Ming still looked calm after turning two streets.
Not even a speck of blood could be seen on his moon-white warrior uniform.
At this time, he asked Wulang to take him to the commercial area and into a leather shop.
The door of the shop was open, and it was very bright inside. Finished furs were hung on the surrounding walls, and a small workshop could be faintly seen at the back of the shop. A dozen or so servants were hard at work, seemingly sewing armors.
"Kanemoto! Kanemoto! "
Wulang saw a young man who was less than twenty years old and immediately went up to greet him, "Long time no see!"
"En, it's Wulang!"
Kanemoto held a bamboo armor in his hands. "What's the matter?"
"I brought a lord to sell a piece of fur. Come and take a look …"
Wulang deliberately emphasized the word 'lord', feeling a little proud. After all, this friend of his, Kanemoto, had been a servant for a long time. Recently, there was even a rumor that he was going to be promoted, which immediately made him feel a little jealous.
"Oh?"
Kanemoto was surprised. When he came into the shop, he saw Wu Ming, who was wearing a warrior uniform and a katana. Before looking at the goods, he solemnly saluted.
"Honorable lord, I'm sorry that I can't serve you. I'll go and find the manager immediately!"
"En!"
Wu Ming nodded noncommittally. He did not expect Wulang to know anyone, but now it seemed that he was just a low-level servant. Now that he was here, he had to send someone at the level of the shop manager to serve him.
"Ah … this is a high-quality bear skin!"
The manager of the store, or rather, the manager of the store, was a balding, kind-looking middle-aged man. When he saw the fur, he was dumbfounded. "What kind of power would it take to kill such a huge bear with a single slash?"
"How is it?"
At this time, Wu Ming was sitting on the tatami, but he was not anxious at all. He allowed the other party to examine it again and again.
"Honorable Lord Samurai, this fur of yours is worth at least 20 strings of coins, no, 30 strings of coins!"
The middle-aged manager did not say anything. He already knew that this fur was peeled from the body of the Winged Demon King. Such a powerful demon's skin was very popular among the Wu Family, the priests, and the Yin-Yang School. It could be sold for at least 50 strings of coins!
"30 strings of coins, en … let's leave it at that. One more thing …"
Just as Wu Ming was about to say something, he saw a servant rush in and whisper a few words into the manager's ear.
"My master wants to see you!"
After hearing this, the manager's expression changed even more, but he put his hands on the ground and bowed solemnly. "Please do me the honor!"
"Oh? Then go ahead! "
This kind of big businessman usually had the shadows of other forces behind him, and his influence was also very great. Wu Ming immediately said.
With the manager leading the way, the group left the commercial town and walked to the outside of a house.
"This is the master's guest!"
This house was quite big, and there were two guards inside. This made Wu Ming slightly nod, and his evaluation of this place increased a little.
"Wulo, wait here!"
Then, under the guidance of the manager, he walked through the door. Behind him, Wulo could only silently watch this scene with an envious gaze.
On the tatami in the hall, a businessman wearing a black kimono, sipping tea, was already waiting.
When he saw Wu Ming, his eyes lit up, and he stood up and bowed. "Nice to meet you. My name is Naito Takasaki, a royal merchant serving the Yamada Family!"
"I am now a ronin. As for my name, you can just call me Konosuke!"
Wu Ming's answer obviously made Naito Takasaki's expression change.
'Such a powerful swordsman doesn't have the blood of a samurai in him?'
In this world, the chances of a commoner, farmer, or lower class being promoted was extremely small, but it was not impossible.
For someone like Wulo, if he learned real swordsmanship, and then joined a daimyo, it was not impossible for him to be promoted to a samurai.
Naito Takasaki obviously also saw Wu Ming as a lucky person who obtained martial arts, but the information he received before, and the proof of the Winged Demon Temple, was enough to win his respect.
"Please sit!"
The two of them knelt down on the tatami, and on the tea table in front of them, there was a dark red tea set.
Just as Naito Takasaki was about to say something, he suddenly held his breath, and a look of shock and disbelief appeared on his face.
"Why don't we have a cup of tea first?"
Wu Ming asked with a faint smile, and then his face turned solemn again, and he held the tea set.
In an instant, a feeling of being one with the heavens and the earth, filled with a mysterious zen intent, filled the room.
Seeing Wu Ming's clear and transparent eyes, methodically brewed tea, stirred, and his movements were like floating clouds and flowing water, Naito Takasaki could not help but murmur, "Meditative Memory?"
There was a saying in Zhuangzi: Great Grandmaster, "Drop the limbs, abandon the intelligence, leave the form, and leave the knowledge, this is the same as Meditative Memory."
And in the Way of Tea, this referred to a kind of method of 'extreme emptiness, maintaining tranquility, and steadiness'.
When tasting tea and brewing tea, one's heart must be as still as water, and achieve the mental state of 'clear heart,' 'harmony with nature,' and 'acceptance of all things.' From there, one's nature would be completely liberated, and one would obtain the profound meaning of tranquility, tranquility, loneliness, and inaction, as if one had fused with the universe, and sublimated to the realm of 'understanding self!'
But this kind of Way of Tea could already be called a grandmaster, even the knowledgeable Naito Takasaki, who had traveled the entire continent, had only seen it once in the boundary town. How did it appear in the young man in front of him now?
"Please!"
At this moment, the first cup of tea was already placed in front of him.
"Forgive my rudeness!"
Naito Takasaki rubbed his eyes, and with a posture of pilgrimage, he bathed in the baptism of the mysterious meaning of emptiness.
When the tea entered his mouth, it seemed to turn into a cold straight line that went straight into his stomach, making him feel as if every pore on his body had opened up, and he and Zen became one.
But the second cup of tea was warm, and it unconsciously pulled him back from his previous state, and he experienced the joy of life again.
But the third cup of tea was only a small cup, and it was boiling hot, and it finally made his thoughts completely return to his body.
"Life? Death? The human world? This is a tea that contains the path of samurai's life and death … "
Naito Takasaki said in surprise.
At this moment, his previous guess in his heart had been completely overturned.
Even if an ordinary country bumpkin could become peerless in martial arts, this kind of elegance and essence contained in his bones could not be learned no matter how hard he tried.
"This lord … Could it be that he is the descendant of a certain noble family that lost the struggle?"
This kind of thought immediately popped up in his mind, and he no longer dared to slight Wu Ming in the slightest.
"May I know what plans Lord Yukinosuke has?"
Naito Takasaki asked in a respectful and humble manner, with his hands on the ground.
"Plans? I'm now traveling around, and I'll help the villagers fight against demonic ghosts and get paid! "
Wu Ming said casually. "After traveling in the Izumo Nation, I might go south to take a look …"
"If that's the case …"
Naito Takasaki said. "Why don't you become an official in the main family? My master, Lord Shenggong, is twelve thousand stones tall! He is also a famous feudal lord in the Izumo Nation, and he will definitely welcome a young talent like you. Even a family name and Zhixing is not a dream … Maybe it will be difficult to bestow Zhixing in the beginning, but it is not impossible to discuss … "
"There's no need to say more, Takasaki!"
Wu Ming waved his hand and looked at the big businessman in front of him.
The other party clearly hoped that the main family would rope him in. Was this the so-called loyal retainer?
"I'm really sorry, but I have no intention of becoming an official!"
If he truly became an official in the Yamada family, although he might be immediately bestowed a family name and Zhixing, he would also be subject to great restrictions, and naturally, Wu Ming would not agree.
"Ah! That's a pity … "
Naito Takasaki's disappointment was evident in his words.
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