Bai Song didn't say anything more and entered a cabin under the leadership of Jiumei.
Because the flower boat was very large and the cabins on the boat were also very spacious, there were seven or eight Japanese people gathered inside without feeling crowded at all.
Among these Japanese people, Bai Song noticed two relatively familiar faces.
Bai Song thought for a moment and then remembered who the familiar face was.
The two people were sitting cross-legged in the center, a man and a woman. The man was short, thin, and looked a little funny with his pigtails. He was sitting lazily with a Japanese woman in his arms.
Seeing this scene, Bai Song thought of the time when the other party bullied Shishi in Furong Garden. This was the third prince of Japan, Mingshi Yamada.
This person had a deep impression on Bai Song. He had a physique that made Bai Song disgusted. He was the most typical image of a Japanese pirate in his mind.
Another woman sitting upright is unknown, but her dress is very recognizable. She has a white face and red lips, a typical image of a Japanese woman. She looks like a geisha, but her demeanor is extraordinary. Even the third prince Yamada beside her
There is also some fear.
Bai Song remembered her. She seemed to have bought a building in a previous community and was a neighbor of Qing'er.
Kumi introduced: "This is the Third Prince Yamada, and this is Miss Yoshiko."
After saying that, he introduced the two people in front of him: "You two, this is Mr. Bai."
Bai Song didn't look much at the third prince, but he looked at the young lady known as Ji Zi.
If Bai Song's prediction is correct, the status of women in Japan is even lower than that in the Tang Dynasty. This Miss Yoshiko is vaguely superior to the prince's status, and Jiumei did not introduce her identity, which adds to the problem.
mystery.
This prince had always had some issues with Bai Song. After seeing Bai Song, he nodded coldly, just glanced at her, and then continued to touch the woman in his arms.
Miss Yoshiko, on the other hand, smiled kindly when she saw Bai Song, stood up and bowed: "Mr. Bai, please sit down."
This woman's etiquette was very formal, but Bai Song couldn't appreciate the other party's dress. It felt a bit eerie and creepy, but the other party's voice was quite pleasant.
Bai Song nodded in response and took a seat in the cabin.
After sitting down, Bai Song glanced at the others.
He found that none of the Japanese who appeared here today were warriors, and they seemed not to have any guards.
The remaining people were older and had the posture of old men, sitting silently without saying a word.
Bai Song didn't know what this posture meant, he just felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange.
After sitting down, an old man suddenly stood up and walked towards Bai Song, and then said: "I heard that Mr. Bai has a Tang sword that can easily cut off my Japanese samurai sword. I don't know whether it is true or not? Can I have a look?"
Bai Song looked at the old man and did not answer immediately.
Miss Yoshiko then said: "This is the swordsmith of that precious sword. I heard that his favorite work was cut off, so I wanted to meet Mr. Bai."
It turns out that the owner of the knife is here!
Bai Song pretended to be polite and said, "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to damage it, so don't take it too seriously, old man."
The old gentleman smiled and shook his head: "I don't care whether my knife is damaged, but I want to see with my own eyes what other weapons in the world can surpass my knife-making skills. I would like to ask Mr. Bai to do it. I am very grateful."
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As he spoke, the old gentleman stopped his smile and bowed ninety degrees to Bai Song.
These Japanese people are indeed very particular about etiquette, which made Bai Song a little embarrassed. After thinking about it, he took out his sword and threw it casually in front of him: "Well, if you want to see it, you can see it yourself."
Bai Song threw it casually, startling the old man, and knelt on the ground with a thud, holding the knife in his hands with a solemn expression like a pilgrim.
With just a slight touch, the old man seemed to feel the difference in this magical sword that was made thousands of years later. Somehow, he suddenly burst into tears with excitement: "What a great sword! What a really good sword!"
With trembling hands, the old man gently stroked the blade of the knife and placed his ear against the blade, as if he was having a conversation with the knife.
"It's not surprising that such a magical sword can cut off what I made. It's just...how can there be such a skilled craftsman in this world? How can...how can such a knife be made?"
As he spoke, the old man knelt down in front of Bai Song excitedly and kowtowed heavily: "May I ask where the master who forged this sword lives? Mr. Bai, please give me some advice!"
Bai Song quickly moved away. He couldn't bear such a big gift, he just felt uncomfortable all over.
"I got this knife by chance. The man who made it was a hermit who traveled around the world and couldn't find it."
"That's it... that's such a pity!" The old man sighed and couldn't help wiping away his tears, "I just hate that I'm stupid, I'm afraid that I won't be able to create such a peerless magic weapon in my lifetime."
Bai Song thought in his heart, you will never think about it even if you have eight lifetimes.
This thing simply cannot be copied by contemporary craftsmanship.
Even if you tell him how to make a knife, you can't copy it successfully.
This is a cold brew knife, which is made by rapidly cooling the knife at polar temperatures exceeding minus 180 degrees.
Seeing this man's exaggerated expression, Bai Song suddenly felt a sense of amusement in his heart. He thought for a moment and said, "Although it's hard to find a knife maker, I do know a thing or two about the secrets of this knife."
When the old man heard this, his eyes lit up, and he was about to kowtow to Bai Song again. Bai Song quickly stopped him: "Don't kowtow! I can't bear it! The reason why this knife is extremely sharp is because it is extremely cold.
Ice cools down the knife very quickly. When you forge the knife, you only want a higher temperature of the flame, but you ignore that the tempering water is also a key part."
After hearing this, the old man suddenly stood up as if enlightened: "That's it!"
These words seemed to open the door to a new world for the old man. He stood in the cabin and laughed wildly, but then he became sad again and murmured: "Extremely cold ice, where can I find extremely cold ice in this world?"
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As he spoke, the old man fell into deep thought.
Seeing that the old man was in a daze, Bai Song quickly took back his knife. Worried that the man would suddenly go crazy, he raised the knife and wiped his own neck.
The Japanese people present were all surprised. They did not expect Bai Song to share the secret of the sword so easily. In their opinion, although it was a simple sentence, it had great significance.
Miss Yoshiko stood up and saluted Bai Song, and led the old man to express her gratitude and respect to Bai Song. Then she said: "I met Mr. Bai today mainly because I wanted to clarify Master Kawamoto's doubts. I originally prepared a generous gift in exchange, but I didn't expect Bai Song."
Sir, you are so cheerful. If this is the case, we in Japan cannot get the secret of the magic sword in vain."
As she spoke, Miss Yoshiko took out a small wooden box.
"What's this?"
"I heard that Mr. Bai is a chess fanatic. Inside this wooden box is the chess record of the immortal game played by the Japanese chess saint in his dream."