Chapter 853 Yanagawa Mio

At 3 pm, a black car quietly drove into the West Lake Club, parked in the dedicated parking space, opened the door, and three men and one woman came out.

All four were Japanese, both men and women were shrewd and reserved, and were extremely alert.

This club is antique and elegant. Although there are no luxury cars and beauties, the decoration is also unique, in the Edo style.

A Japanese man who walked into the club looked at the receptionist in kimono and whispered: "Hello! We are looking for Mr. Yanagawa!"

"Please follow us!"

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

The kimono woman bowed slightly: "We are here! Wait a moment."

She signaled the four to wait with peace of mind, and then backed away.

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

There is also a green lawn for competition.

On the grass, there stood a man and a woman, one black and one white, one was a Japanese man, and the other was Mrs. Dai.

Behind them, ten meters away, there were three followers each.

Mrs. Dai was dressed in white clothes and style, with her hair tied up with a purple scarf, revealing her beautiful face.

Charming, capable, and simple, this is the mark of Mrs. Dai.

The Japanese man opposite her was very slender, and his age was a little hard to tell.

The mature face of a 30-year-old, the shrewd temperament of a 40-year-old, but the depth of a 50-year-old man in his eyes.

When you see him, you have to admit that some people have indeed overcome the years, and there is no yesterday's yellow flowers in the flow of time, but like a pot of mellow wine.

There was a touch of rouge in the middle of the Japanese man's forehead, which was shocking red, just like the Buddha.

In his hand, he also held a knife, the famous Japanese sword - Raikiri.

The four knew that this was the sword of the ancient famous general Tachibana Dosetsu, which could cut iron like mud. Its original name was "Chidori".

Later, Dosetsu was called the incarnation of thunder, so his favorite sword was also called Raikiri. Legend has it that Tachibana Dosetsu once used it to kill the god of thunder.

It's a bit mythical, but the sword is very famous and true, and the person who uses it is also awesome.

This man was born in a poor family in Fudao. His parents were gambling and drinking. They were hacked to death when he was very young, and his sister raised him.

That year, the local gang leader who had been eyeing his sister's beauty set up a trap to frame him for selling white powder and shamelessly occupied his sister's body.

That year, he carried a samurai sword and killed all 21 people in the gang leader's family, and his mother was also killed by him.

That year, he was thirteen years old.

That year, in order to avoid being hunted down, he left Fudao for the first time and climbed onto a train bound for Dongdu.

In the following three years, he was a tramp, a beggar, a pickpocket, a gangster, and a killer, killing many people.

Ten years later, he was 26 years old. Because of his decisive killing and countless blood on his hands, he was called the executioner in the underworld.

In the same year, he accepted the order of the Qingshui family and completed a task excellently, which made him favored by the head of the Qingshui family. [Zero↑Nine△Novel△Net]

He used his loyalty and dedication to exchange for the training and swordsmanship of the head of the Qingshui family. He climbed up again and again and finally became the worshiper of the Qingshui family and was admired by countless people.

At the age of 28, he ran back to Fudao and crushed the bones of the dead hall master to ashes, and also killed his two remaining nephews.

At the age of 29, he ran back to Fudao again and massacred all the gangs to which the hall master belonged. The gang of more than a thousand people was massacred by him alone.

At the age of 30, he carried out a total of 108 missions for the Qingshui family without a single failure.

At the age of 35, that is, this year, he broke through in martial arts, and his brilliance shone again, and his reputation was catching up with Wolverine and Death.

But in the eyes of the Japanese warriors, he is more talented than Wolverine and the Grim Reaper. Wolverine and the Grim Reaper at the age of 35 are one level lower than him.

He is the pride of the Japanese - Yanagawa Mio.

At this moment, under the gaze of Mrs. Dai, Yanagawa Mio took a step forward, stretched out his right hand diagonally, and the wind blew his clothes gently.

This simple sword-way starting move, but it was thought that Yanagawa Mio suddenly rose from the cold murderous intent, and showed thousands of hideous.

"Swoosh!"

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

like a phantom, and disappeared in a flash. Everyone only felt that the knife light in front of them flashed, and a leaf was broken into eight pieces and floated to the ground.

"Ah--"

When several onlookers subconsciously exclaimed, Yanagawa Mio was still standing there, as if he had not moved at all.

Mrs. Dai took a step forward and looked down carefully. In addition to the leaf broken into eight pieces, there was also a mosquito cut into two pieces on the ground.

Awesome.

Her pretty face showed great admiration: "Mr. Liuchuan, your swordsmanship is like a god. If Ye Tianlong met you, he would be killed in two swords at most."

"It's just a trifle. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Liuchuan Weiyang smiled elegantly: "Besides, my level is still a long way from the one in Wakayama."

When he talked about Wakayama, his eyes were filled with heat and fighting spirit.

Mrs. Dai smiled softly, and the whole garden became a little softer: "Although the one in Wakayama is a martial arts genius, he is very talented."

"But she lacks Mr. Yanagawa's experience after all. The ancients said that suffering is a wealth. Without this wealth, no matter how powerful the martial arts is, it is just a castle in the air."

"Suffering is a wealth?"

Yanagawa Miyo smiled even more when she heard this:

"I like this. Yes, if you have never been in pain, cried, suffered, been tired, or even on the verge of death, how can you understand the true meaning of martial arts?"

Then he looked at Mrs. Dai, who was fragrant and fragrant: "I came to China this time just to experience life and death again, hoping to break through myself."

"I don't want to be at this level now, and I will still be at this level in five or ten years. Like this. "

Yanagawa Mio said with a hint 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 the world's warriors."

"Thank you for the compliment, Madam."

Yanagawa Mio waved her hand to signal the woman to go into the pavilion for tea: "What more can a man ask for if he has a confidant in his life?"

"I thought that in this life, apart from the head of the family, I would never have friends again. I didn't expect to be so interested in the lady. It's really an honor for Yanagawa."

The head of the family asked Yanagawa Mio to contact Madam Dai, and said that she was a wonderful person. Yanagawa Mio didn't believe it at first, but after getting along with her, she was indeed a wonderful person.

Yanagawa Mio even found that he, who rarely had desire for women, seemed to have the idea of ​​conquering Madam Dai.

"Mr. Yanagawa, don't say that. You are my honored guest. It's a pity that the situation is a bit delicate now, so I can't invite Mr. Yanagawa to be my guest."

Mrs. Dai smiled coquettishly: "Otherwise, I must entertain Mr. Yanagawa well and do my best to be a good host."

Yanagawa Mio laughed heartily: "We are all family, there is no need to be so formal." Then he pushed the poured cup of tea over:

"Madam, have some tea, I brought some Kumasa tea from Hokkaido."

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

Yanagawa Mio's voice was very gentle: "So that you can miss the taste of Hokkaido."

Mrs. Dai showed joy on her face, picked up the tea and took a sip: "It's still the same taste, unchanged for 20 years, I like it."

"Mr. Yanagawa is thoughtful."

Mrs. Dai said softly: "Arigato."

Yanagawa Mio narrowed her eyes and smiled playfully: "Madam's Japanese is more authentic than ours..."