As Yuesong rode his war horse forward slowly, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a Japanese soldier holding a hundred-style assault rifle behind the banyan tree beside the corridor. He couldn't contain his excitement, and secretly peeked his head in to see the long-awaited sight in front of him.
The mysterious hero.
Before he reached the largest banyan tree, Takizawa stood up and shouted loudly: "Oh, it's Yano-kun. I haven't seen you for a few days. Please take a seat. Hokkaido high mountain tea is brewed in the clear spring water."
, come and have some tea together.”
Yuesong saw the uncontrollable smile on Takizawa's face, and thought to himself, is it a little too early for this gentleman to be so proud? I, Daxia Luo, do not become the turtle in the urn so easily.
Yuesong jumped off the horse and took off the sniper rifle from his back. Not far away, Nan Dou immediately walked out with a assault rifle. The Japanese soldiers who were ambushing on the roadside also appeared.
Takizawa waved his hand towards Nandu, who stood aside with their assault rifles in their hands and stood vigilantly.
Yuesong walked over with light steps and a smile, and leaned the rifle under the banyan tree. Laifu snorted a few times, lowered his head and walked slowly, as if he was worried about Yuesong.
"Takizawa-kun, you are so happy." Yuesong walked to the small table under the banyan tree, poured a cup of tea by himself, put it in front of his nose, smelled it, took a sip, and licked his lips. "
Well, good tea, high mountain clouds and mist, and clear springs in mountain streams, a perfect match."
"It turns out that Yano-kun is also a master of tea ceremony. Please sit down, Yano-kun. We have plenty of time. Let's chat while drinking." Takizawa stretched out his hand and bent down, asking Tsukimatsu to sit down.
Yuesong sat on a small stool, put his katana on his legs, and continued to sip tea, leisurely and without fear.
"Takizawa-kun has been in the army for many years. It's not easy to survive until now, hahaha." Yuesong raised his neck and drank the tea in the small cup.
"Thanks to the blessing of Tianhuang, I fought in the south and north, and conquered the east and west. It has been twenty years in the blink of an eye, and I am safe and sound for the time being." Takizawa was not angry either.
Yuesong glanced back at Nandu and the Japanese soldiers who were watching eagerly behind them, and said, "It seems that Mr. Takizawa has been waiting for a long time."
"Everywhere, I just boiled a pot of water and drank a round of tea, and Yano-kun came uninvited. The Chinese say, 'You come thousands of miles to meet each other if you are destined, but you don't know each other if you are not', hahaha, haha." Takizawa.
He changed his calm demeanor and became cheerful and smiling.
"To tell you the truth, Takizawa-kun, today I am no longer Koji Yano, I am Saburo Tsuura. How about it? Does this name sound good to you, Takizawa-kun?"
"Ouch, I haven't seen you for just a few days, and Yano-kun has already gone from second to third. You've made rapid progress, which is admirable." Takizawa handed over his hand.
"Whether it's two or three, it's not like you can't escape Takizawa-kun's eyes. Takizawa-kun is the most admirable one." Yuesong drank another cup of tea.
"No, no, no, the Chinese say 'we meet each other late', as well as 'high mountains and flowing water', and 'Bo Ya Zi Qi'. If you can play a zither or a poem at this moment, there will be no difference between you and me."
Takizawa played about Chinese culture in front of Tsukimatsu.
"Takizawa Taijun, I, Luo Yuesong, come from a scholarly family in China. There is such a thing as being arty. I suggest to Takizawa Taijun that it is better to be a Taijun." Yuesong's words were thorny.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Takizawa waved his hand, "Chinese people are good at sword dancing. Let's not talk about literature. Yamato samurai have judo and kendo. We met by chance. Rosa didn't have any Longquan sword on hand. Otherwise, Luo Sa
Let's make do, Sa, with this samurai sword on your leg, let's compare notes and see if the Chinese martial arts has a long history, or the Yamato swordsmanship is bloody?"
"Good suggestion, come, let's have another drink for this good suggestion, moisten your throat and warm up your body." Yuesong picked up the tea cup.
"Here, do it." Takizawa drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.
Tsukimatsu also drank the tea, pulled out the katana from the scabbard, wiped the blade with the white cloth on the table, stood up, walked a few steps, and stood up with the sword in hand.
Takizawa didn't say much. He drew out his samurai sword with a "swipe" sound, put it on his shoulder, and pointed the blade upward. He moved his neck a few times with a "crack" sound, and slowly walked to Tsukisatsu, bent down, and stretched out his hand.
: "Please draw the knife."
"Hahahaha." Yuesong looked up and laughed, "This is China's land. Once you come, don't think about leaving easily."