The beginning of the dragon race on the Maybach

Chapter 98 Loneliness

"Two days first class?"

Nobushige Momoi looked at Chen Hongjian's impenetrable swing of the sword, and thought of his old friend Dansheng Iwafusai's offensive like endless raging waves.

Naturally, Chen Hongjian had never studied Ertian First Class, but he had read the original work!
The trick to using Ertian First Class is to have strong arms, and then swing a long knife in each hand.Holding a knife with one hand is not like holding a knife with both hands, there will be no dead angles that can't be taken into account. It's different when you swing it randomly. There are no dead angles in 360 degrees, as long as you are strong enough and swing fast enough.

As for the random swing, does it still need to be taught?

Chen Hongjian danced with two swords, and with the momentum of thunder, he slashed at Nobushige Momoi.
The blade of the Japanese sword is thin, although cutting people is like cutting melons, but if the sword and the sword collide for a long time, the disadvantage of the blade will be exposed.

A big net like a black cloud enveloped Nobushige Momoi, constantly compressing the space behind him.

The sound of metal knocking lasted for a long time, and even with the right shearing force, even with the toughness of a boy cut, there were inevitably a few places where the blade curled up on the blade.

With the continuous swinging of the scabbard and long sword, Chen Hongjian felt as if he had found a technique to pay more attention to the use of his wrists when swinging, so that he needed to consume several percent less energy.

Gradually, Nobushige Momoi was forced to a place less than ten centimeters away from the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

And Chen Hongjian stretched Zhaoshuang to the back of his waist, and the sword edge crossed a semicircle, slashing towards Nobushige Momoi's head, and Nobushige Momoi slashed straight away with the knife in both hands.

However, the sword that had been slashing horizontally turned around, and patted Dojiri, who was slashed by Momoi Nobushige, with the blade of the sword, and the scabbard in his left hand slapped Momoi Nobushige's face heavily with a strong wind.

The black scabbard knocked Momoi Nobushige to the ground with great force, and the Dojikiri he was holding was also thrown off balance by the heavy blow, and because of his lack of strength, he was picked up by Zhaoshuang, straight inserted into the ground.

"It's worthy of being a wise person with a mirror heart."

Chen Hongjian put his sword back into its sheath, turned his mouth up and left.

The solitary back, full of ironic words, reminded the 72-year-old man of that back that was also invincible in the world, the man who defeated all the Japanese genre masters as soon as he came to Japan.

When he was ten years old, he witnessed Angers walk away after defeating his father and the strong men of various schools in a few moves, and that scene became his nightmare. He will never forget the door plaque that took all schools When the firewood guy.

But today, he seemed to see the figure of that person again.

Outside the Nezu Shrine, the sun quietly set unknowingly.

Chen Hongjian walked on the road, with cherry trees planted on both sides.

The cherry blossoms on the tree look a bit like single-petal peach blossoms, but the flowers are smaller than the peach blossoms, and the flower shape is not as beautiful as the peach blossoms.

As if affected by the typhoon that passed through the border a few days ago, the branches and cherry blossoms were drooping downwards, as if a Japanese woman bent down and smiled.

However, Chen Hongjian was not in the mood to appreciate such a beautiful scenery.

Now he is being plotted against by the Snaki Eight Families and the Demons at the same time. The only person who can help him in Japan is Kazama Ruri, and he can't trust the others.

Akechi Asuya and Ryoma Shixiang have a good relationship with him, but he doesn't think that such a relationship is good enough to turn against the Sheqi Bajia for him.

If there were no Tachibana Masamune and no Sheqi Bajia, Xianggui would definitely be a reliable partner until death, but he would always be the young master of the Sheqi Bajia, the head of the Minamoto family.

Kazama Liuli is currently the only person he can trust, not because Kazama Liuli is so trustworthy, but because Kazama Liuli must rely on his "help" if he wants to reconcile with Yuan Zhisheng.Kazama Ruri believes that he has certain information and evidence that can prove that Tachibana Masamune's identity is problematic, so when he deals with Tachibana Masamune in the future, he needs Chen Hongjian's help.

But Kazama Liuli is not free, he will be under the control of the king, and the sound of the clapper is also irresistible to Kazama Liuli.

Standing on the main road with people coming and going, Chen Hongjian felt a strong sense of loneliness and couldn't help sighing.

Xia Mi, I miss you.

But he didn't want to tell Xia Mi that he missed her. Once he said that, based on Xia Mi's understanding of him, he would definitely guess that he must be in trouble, and might even come to Tokyo to find him.

But he didn't want Xia Mi to come. Tokyo was too dangerous. There was Herzog, who was obsessed with usurping the power of the White King, and also mastered the two strongest underworld forces in Japan and a deadpool army he could control. Yuan Zhisheng, who is much stronger than Chu Zihang, who burst into blood twice, doesn't want his girl to take risks for him.

What's more, the current Xia Mi should be in BJ, otherwise she would not have hoped that he could leave BJ.

Xia Mi's arrangement must be for the safety of her and Fenrir. Chen Hongjian did not want Xia Mi to give up his plan in BJ for him.

Just like that, Chen Hongjian wandered on the road in a daze, and the sky gradually darkened.But the streets on both sides are still lit, because this is a food street.

Suddenly, a burst of rich mixed fragrance brought Chen Hongjian back to reality from his dazed state.

The gurgling sound of his stomach made him realize that he was a little hungry, and Chen Hongjian began to look around.

This is the street behind the National University of Tokyo, less than two kilometers from Nezu Shrine.

It was the best time for business on this street. The street was full of students in school uniforms, and they walked into one restaurant after another.

Chen Hongjian shook his drowsy head, and looked at a wooden van parked by the street.

This kind of rickshaw is called "ラーメン屋汽车" in Japan, and it is specially designed for the masters who sell ramen noodles in the streets.

The seemingly small house trolley is small but complete.

The blue awning creates a private space for the customers, and there are several wooden benches under the awning, and a long table in front of the stools. The customers sit on the wooden benches and wait, while the ramen master is in the car cook noodles.The soup pots and ingredients are neatly arranged on the chopping board, and the corners of the car are also very clean, leaving a good impression on the customers.

Although the environment of Yataiche is slightly inferior compared to those "Famous Ramen" with open shops, the taste may not be much worse, and the price is much lower than those "Famous Ramen".Therefore, most of the people who go to yatai carts to eat ramen are poor students from the University of Tokyo.

Chen Hongjian walked towards the trolley, just about to sit down and taste the ramen here, but suddenly realized that he had no cash in Japanese yen.

He has been in Japan for a few months, and apart from visiting Akihabara, he didn't have any expenses.

Three meals are provided by the hotel and the Kanto branch, and some favorite snacks are also regularly delivered to his room by the hotel staff.As for some entertainment activities and dinner parties, Asuke Asuya and the others never asked Chen Hongjian, who was a guest, to pay the bill.

So, all he had with him was a few hundred dollars in cash and a few credit cards and bank cards.

"Miscalculation." Chen Hongjian couldn't help but slapped himself on the forehead.

At this time, a hearty voice came into his ears.

"Young man, are you interested in having a bowl of ramen with the old man?"

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(End of this chapter)