I was a swordsman in ancient Japan

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Chapter 623 Ogata: About Someone Accusing A-Machi in Front of Me 【5800】

: First of all, I would like to remind everyone that the sales routine of Ogata in this chapter is a real routine in Japanese history, and it is not the author's nonsense.

"No. Sorry, I'm a little tired now." Isshiki shook her head lightly, "I want to go home and rest quickly."

In fact, Bei Yuan was not interested in performing at all.

The reason why Isshiki was invited to watch the show was because he knew that Isshiki is a person who loves to watch acrobatics.

Even the effort to invite Isshiki to watch the show failed. Beiyuan's face showed a bit of regret and loss.

However, he quickly cleaned up his expressions and emotions, and showed a very graceful smile again:

"It's okay. See you later, Miss Isshiki."

"En." Isshiki bowed to Kitahara, then turned and left without any hesitation.

Bei Yuan was not in a hurry to leave immediately, but continued to stand where she was, staring blankly at Isshiki's receding figure.

Until Isshiki's back figure had completely disappeared from the field of vision, he did not take his gaze back.

At this time, Beiyuan suddenly heard an acquaintance's voice behind him:

"Beiyuan-kun, don't look, Miss Yishi is gone."

"Miura-kun? Why are you here?" Kitahara raised his eyebrows, and cast a surprised look at the young man who was the master of the voice just now, who was followed by seven entourages.

This young man, who Kitahara called Miura, was wearing extravagant clothes.

Brocade from Tang soil has always been a symbol of status in Japan in this era, and it is also synonymous with expensive.

Those who can afford brocade are, without exception, rich or expensive.

And this Miura is made of silk from head to toe, except for socks.

There are two scabbards and handles engraved with many decorative patterns on the waist, and you can tell that they are expensive knives at a glance.

"I just happened to pass by here." Miura said with a smile, "When I passed by here, I happened to see you saying goodbye to Miss Isshiki."

Beiyuan showed embarrassment, and laughed a few times: "I let you see it."

"You are really infatuated." Miura sighed softly, "You have been courting Ms. Isshiki for 3 years, right? Thank you for persisting. If it were me, I would always have a hot face and a cold ass, let alone 3 years I can't stand it for three months."

After saying that, Miura turned her head to look in the direction Isshiki left just now.

"Miss Isshiki is not good enough, her attitude towards you is still so cold"

"If you want to choose a husband, there is obviously no one in Osaka who is more suitable than you, Kitahara-kun."

"The appearance is dignified, and he is already the teacher of the Quanbingguan at a young age. It is only a matter of time before he inherits the Quanbingguan."

Speaking of this, Miura changed into a half-joking tone.

"If I remember correctly, Ms. Isshi is 21 years old this year, right? After a few more years, she will completely become an old woman. She is so old, isn't she anxious about her marriage?"

"Hey, Miura." Kitahara cast a displeased look at Miura at this moment, "Even if it's you, you're not allowed to say anything wrong about Miss Isshiki."

Miura, who was taken aback by Kitahara's suddenly serious tone, shrugged: "Understood, I'll take back what I just said."

After finishing speaking, Miura straightened his clothes and cleared his throat.

"Okay, let's not talk about Miss Yishi anymore, it's rare to meet each other, do you want to go to the old place for a few drinks together?"

After pondering for a moment, Beiyuan nodded, "Okay."

Miura and Kitahara walked side by side, and walked quickly towards a certain izakaya they used to go to in the old place.

After turning a corner, the two of them suddenly saw a lot of people surrounded by three floors and three floors on the street ahead.

"What are you doing up front?" Miura frowned slightly.

Because this group of people happened to be in the place where Beiyuan and the others had to pass, they strode towards the group in front.

As soon as they approached the crowd, they heard a loud shout from inside the crowd:

"Please see that I will cut this piece of wood into two pieces with a single stroke of a knife."

Taking advantage of his height, Ogata raised the wooden board in his hand high, so that the attracted spectators could clearly see the finger-wide wooden board he had just randomly picked up in his hand.

"A lot of spectators have come, so it's almost time to perform?" A strong man dressed as a samurai with two knives stuck in his waist shouted to Ogata impatiently.

Only people with double knives in their waists dare to talk to people with double knives in their waists like this.

Ogata ignored the strong man's urging, and looked around for more than 50 spectators.

Seeing that the number of people was almost the same, Xu conveniently lowered the wooden board he was holding high: "Then I will officially start the performance. Then please don't be distracted."

Hearing what Ogata said, the spectators around hurriedly held their breath and concentrated.

Most of the spectators thought that Ogata was going to put the wooden plank on a half-person-high platform, and then use a knife to chop it.

In the end, Ogata made a move that almost everyone around him didn't expect.

He threw the plank high up.

The plank rolled and flew to the highest point, and then fell slowly.

When the plank began to fall, Ogata, who maintained a normal standing posture, continued to hang his left hand down naturally, while his right hand held Da Shitian's handle

There is no such thing as my two swordsmanship.

The knife flashed.

A flash of knife light passed over the wooden board that was about to hit Ogata's forehead. The wooden board was split in half from the middle, and the two pieces fell on Ogata's left and right sides respectively.

Quiet

The surrounding spectators were silent at first, and then burst into thunderous applause, bursting into bursts of applause.

"Oh." Standing at the back of the crowd, Kitahara, who had a panoramic view of Ogata's actions just now, raised his eyebrows.

Ogata, who had put his sword back into its sheath, bowed lightly to the spectators in front of him, and then shouted loudly:

"Everyone, it was just a small trial just now, and I will perform a more powerful performance next."

"But before that"

Speaking of this, Ogata winked at A-Machi, A-Zhu, and the little girl next to him.

After receiving the gaze from Ogata, Acho, Azuki and the little girl hurriedly greeted the audience with packets of tooth powder.

"Can you please buy some tooth powder?" Ogata spread his left hand and made a "please" gesture, "You can buy a pack of these tooth powders for only 16 Wen!"

"Not only affordable, but also high quality."

"You only need to buy 15 packs, and you will have enough strength to continue performing."

Ogata almost said "Want me to perform? Pay for tooth powder!"

Although Ogata stated so bluntly that "If you want to watch the performance, you can buy tooth powder", but before he finished speaking, a large number of people have already pulled out money to buy tooth powder from A-Machi and Azuki.

Because Ogata's routine is actually an outdated routine, and everyone has seen it a lot.So when Ogata suddenly "changed his painting style" and asked everyone to buy tooth powder, no one expressed surprise.

It is not uncommon in this era to use performances to attract customers, and then stipulate what kind of performances will be performed according to the amount of goods sold.

Although this routine is very common, it is quite rare to use sword fighting to attract customers.

After all, there are only a handful of people who can use swordsmanship and are willing to perform it.

Ogata had heard Mucun's introduction before: Mucun used to be in Kyoto when he was in Yorishi, and once saw a prosperous medicine seller on the street.

His secret to selling medicine is to perform sword drawing skills.

With swordsmanship as the content of the performance, there will never be a lack of audience.

Swordsmanship is a very mysterious skill for the common people in Limin. There are too few people who have the money and time to learn swordsmanship, so the attitude of most Limin people towards swordsmanship is "curiosity".

So the medicine seller never had a day without customers, and his medicines were basically sold out every time.

His routines are basically like this, let the audience see his own ability, and then tell the audience: as long as my medicine can sell 10 copies or so, I will continue to perform more powerful things.

He relied on such routines to make a lot of money.

Now, Ogata just "borrowed" this routine.

At this moment, relying on this routine, the little girl could not sell a few packs of tooth powder for most of the day, but in a blink of an eye, she reached the set goal and sold 15 packs.

Seeing that the goal has been achieved, Ogata picked up the second wooden board and prepared to start the second performance.

Ogata performed a total of 3 performances.

The 3 performances are all sword drawing skills. The second performance is to swing 2 knives in a row, chopping the falling wooden board into 3 pieces, and the third performance is to swing 3 knives in a row, but chop the falling wooden board into 5 pieces.

Even in a metropolis like Osaka, fencing performances are extremely rare, let alone such a level of fencing demonstrations.

After the third performance, Ogata and the others sold out all their tooth powder.

From the beginning of selling the tooth powder for the little girl to the sale of the tooth powder, it only took about 3 sticks of incense.

Now that the tooth powder has been sold out, Ogata naturally doesn't need to perform any more performances, so he bowed to the audience, saying that the performance is over and everyone can leave.

Some spectators were still not happy, and asked Ogata to perform a few more episodes, and some people asked Ogata whether he would still perform here tomorrow or when, but Ogata said in a tactful tone: When will I be short of money again after that? , will perform here again.

The spectators gradually dispersed, and Ogata and the others quickly left with the money they earned.

But Beiyuan and the others still stood where they were.

"That man's skills are good." Kitahara looked at the back of Ogata and the others, "His accent doesn't sound like a native of Osaka, he probably is a wanderer from other places."

"Unfortunately, the level of swordsmanship is not bad, but he is an unscrupulous person who uses swordsmanship as a sideshow."

Beiyuan sneered and shook his head.

"Okay, Miura, let's go to the old place and have a few drinks. If the time is delayed, it will be dark, huh?"

Kitahara looked at Miura next to him in surprise.

Miura, who was standing beside him, stared blankly at the direction where Ogata and the others left just now.

His dazed look seemed to have lost his soul.

"Miura?" Kitahara gently shook Miura's shoulder.

Kitahara shook his shoulders, and Miura's "soul" finally returned to his body.

But even though the soul returned to the body, Miura's gaze was still fixed on the direction where Ogata and the others left.

It wasn't until Ogata and the others almost disappeared from his sight that he muttered to himself:

"That woman is so beautiful"

After finishing speaking, he swallowed hard.

Afterwards, a trace of determination appeared in his eyes.

"Okay, let's go home quickly while it's still bright." Ogata patted the little girl's head.

At this time, Ogata and the others returned to the door of the tea house where they met the little girl just now.

"Really, thank you very much!" The little girl was holding a small cloth bag stuffed with the money earned from selling tooth powder in her arms, and she thanked Ogata and the others in a slightly choked voice. Ogata and the others bowed so deeply that they nearly knocked their heads to the ground.

"It's just a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning." Ogata smiled and said lightly, "Go home quickly."

The little girl ran towards the intersection not far away, turning her head three times at a time, stopping every few steps, bowing vigorously in the direction where Ogata and the others were, and then walking forward.

"Mashima-sama is so kind!" After the little girl left, the short Azuki raised his hand with some difficulty, and patted Ogata's shoulder with a smile, "He is willing to condescend to help a little girl."

"What do you mean condescension?" Ogata said angrily, "I am neither respectable nor expensive. To be honest, I am just an ordinary person who is only good at fighting."

"It's just that I was in a hurry just now, so I just did some small things within my ability."

"Okay, let's go, before it's dark, let's go shopping elsewhere, okay?"

Ogata's voice suddenly paused because he saw out of the corner of his eye: a group of people were striding towards them.

The leader of this group of people was dressed extremely brightly, exuding the aura of a rich man all over his body.

And this "rich man" was accompanied by a handsome man, but it was a pity that he had a monthly haircut. In Ogata's eyes, his hairstyle successfully pulled his appearance to a negative number.

These two people were followed by 7 people. Judging from the clothing and movements of these 7 people, 7 of them should be the followers of these two people.

A Ding and A Zhu also noticed this group of people striding towards them at this time, and cast doubtful and vigilant eyes on them.

"It's our first meeting! I'm Miura Taro! I'm Miuraya's eldest son!" As soon as he strode up to Ogata, the guy exuding the aura of "rich man" introduced himself loudly, "Miss, Hello, can you tell me your name?"

Miura's question was addressed to Machi.

After Miura's voice fell, A-Machi was taken aback for a moment.