Chapter 853

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, a black car quietly drove into the West Lake Clubhouse. After it was parked in a dedicated parking space, the door opened and three men and a woman emerged.

All four of them are Oriental. Both men and women are reserved and very alert.

This clubhouse has a quaint and elegant environment. Although there are not many luxury cars crowded with beautiful people, the decoration is also unique and Edo style.

An Oriental man walking into the clubhouse looked at the welcome lady in a kimono and whispered: "Hello! Let's find Mr. Yanagawa!"

"Please follow us!"

Led by a beautiful foreman in a kimono, the four followed through two circular corridors and appeared in a semi-open back garden.

The woman in kimono bowed slightly: "Here! You guys wait a moment."

She motioned to the four of them to wait at ease, and then retreated and left.

This back garden is not big, only more than 500 square meters, but the scenery is very exquisite, with pavilions, flowers and trees, rockery, pools, all.

There is also a more skilled green grass field.

On the grass, a man and a woman were standing at this time, one black and one white, one was an Oriental man and the other was Mrs. Dai.

Behind them, ten meters away, three people each stood to follow.

Mrs. Dai's habitual white dress and style, her hair is tied with a purple hair scarf, revealing her entire beautiful face.

Charming, capable, and elegant, these are the hallmarks of Mrs. Dai.

The Oriental man opposite her was very slender, and his age was a bit unclear.

The mature face of 30 years old, the shrewd temperament of more than 40 years old, what was revealed in his eyes was the profoundness of a 50 year old man.

When you see him, you have to admit that some people have indeed overcome the years. In the flow of time, there is no yellow flower of yesterday, but like a pot of wine.

In the middle of the oriental man's forehead, there is a touch of carmine, red that is shocking, just like the Buddha.

In his hand, he also held a knife, the famous Oriental sword-Lei Che.

The four knew that this was the knife used by Tachibana Doxue, a famous general in the ancient East, cutting iron like mud. The original name was "Chidori".

Later, Doxue was called the incarnation of Thunder, so his favorite sword was also called Raeche. Legend has it that Tachibana Doxue used it to kill Thor.

It's a bit mythical, but this knife is very famous and real, and the people who use it are also very good.

This man came from a poor family in Fudao. His parents were addicted to gambling and alcohol. He was hacked to death when he was very young. His sister raised him.

That year, the local gang master, who had been watching his sister's beauty, set up a situation to frame him for selling white powder, and the despicable and shameless occupy his sister's body.

That year, he carried a katana and killed all 21 of the hall master's family, and his mother was also cut by him.

That year, he was thirteen years old.

That year, in order to avoid hunting, he left Fudao for the first time and climbed a train bound for the winter capital.

In the following three years, he worked as a tramp, beggar, pickpocket, bullshit, assassin, and killed many people.

Ten years later, he was twenty-six years old. Because of his decisive killing, his hands were stained with countless blood, and he was called a servant on the road.

In the same year, he accepted the instructions of the Shimizu family and accomplished a task brilliantly, which made him be admired by the head of the Shimizu family. [Zero↑9△small↓say△net]

He used his loyalty and hard work in exchange for the cultivation of the Shimizu Patriarch and his swordsmanship. He climbed and climbed again and again, and eventually became the worship of the Shimizu Family and was looked up by countless people.

On the twenty-eighth, he ran back to Fudao, threw the dead hall master into ashes, and also beheaded his two remaining nephews.

At the age of twenty-nine, he ran back to Phu Island to bloodbath all the gangs belonging to the hall master. The gang of more than a thousand people was bloodbathed by him alone.

At the age of 30, he performed a total of 108 missions for the Shimizu family without any failure.

Thirty-five years old, that is, this year, he broke through in martial arts, let his light shine again, and his fame followed Wolverine and Death.

But in the eyes of the Toyo fighters, he was more talented than Wolverine and Death. At the age of thirty-five, Wolverine and Death were a grade worse than him.

He is the pride of Orientals-Yanagawa Weiyang.

At this moment, in Madam Dai's gaze, Liu Chuan Weiyang stepped forward, stretched his right hand diagonally, and the wind gently swayed his clothes.

This simple sword-do starting style, but thought that Liu Chuan Weiyang's body suddenly rose up with a terrible murderous intent, and showed a lot of hideousness.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, his hand moved suddenly, and a white light flashed in front of everyone.

It was like a phantom, and suddenly disappeared. Everyone only felt that the blade was flashing in front of them, and a leaf was broken in eight pieces and floated to the ground.

"Yeah--"

When several onlookers subconsciously exclaimed, Liu Chuan Weiyang still stood there, as if he didn't move.

Mrs. Dai took a step forward and looked down carefully. In addition to the broken leaves, there was also a mosquito that had been cut in two on the ground.

Amazing.

Her pretty face showed great admiration: "Mr. Liu Chuan, the swordsmanship is like a god, if Ye Tianlong meets you, at most two swords will kill you."

"The vulture trick makes the lady laugh."

Weiyang Yanagawa smiled elegantly: "Besides, at my level, compared to the one in Wakayama, there is still a certain distance."

When talking about Wakayama, there was a glow of enthusiasm and war in his eyes.

Mrs. Dai smiled lightly, and the whole garden was a little softer: "The one from Wakayama, although he is a martial artist, has extraordinary talent."

"But after all she lacks the experience of Mr. Yanagawa. The ancients said that suffering is a wealth. Without this wealth, no matter how powerful martial arts are, they are nothing but castles in the air."

"Suffering is a wealth?"

When Liu Chuan Weiyang heard these words, his face became more exuberant:

"I like this, yes, I haven't been in pain, crying, suffering, tired, and even dying frequently, how can I understand the true meaning of martial arts?"

Then he looked at Mrs. Dai with a pleasant fragrance: "I came to China this time, just want to endure life and death again, hoping to break through myself."

"I don't want it to be at this level, five years from now, ten years from now."

Weiyang Liuchuan said with a touch of pride: "I don't want to be the second Wolverine."

Mrs. Dai smiled calmly: "Mr. Yanagawa will definitely go down in history and be respected by warriors all over the world."

"Thank you for the compliment, Madam."

Weiyang Liuchuan waved to the woman to enter the pavilion to drink tea: "If you have a confidant in life, what can your husband want?"

"I thought that in this life, apart from the owner of the house, I would never have friends anymore. I didn't expect to be so entertaining with my wife. It is an honor for Yanagawa."

The owner asked Liu Chuan Weiyang to contact Mrs. Dai and said that she was a wonderful person. Liu Chuan Weiyang didn't believe it, but after getting along, this is indeed a wonderful person.

Liu Chuan Weiyang even discovered that he, who rarely desires female sex, seems to have the idea of ​​conquering Mrs. Dai.

"Don't say that, Mr. Yanagawa, you are my distinguished guest. It's a pity that the situation is a bit delicate now, and it is inconvenient for me to invite Mr. Yanagawa as a guest."

Mrs. Dai smiled very coquettishly: "Otherwise, I must treat Mr. Yanagawa well and do my best to be a landlord."

Weiyang Yanagawa let out a hearty laugh: "Everyone, you don't need to see outsiders like this." Then he pushed the poured cup of tea over:

"Madam, drink tea, I brought Xiongzasa tea from Hokkaido specially."

"I heard that Madam likes the mountain white bamboo very much, so I brought you some tea made from it."

Weiyang Yanagawa's voice was very soft: "Let you miss the taste of Hokkaido."

With joy on Mrs. Dai's face, she took a sip of the tea: "It's still the same taste, it's the same for 20 years, I like it."

"Mr. Yanagawa is interested."

Mrs. Dai said softly: "Ali Gado."

Weiyang Yanagawa narrowed his eyes and smiled playfully: "Madam's Japanese is more pure than ours..."