The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 551 Two Heavens First Style

"Speaking of which, the ingredients in your Japan are really scarce. There is no meat, no sugar, no oil. I went to many households and had to buy and even snatch some raw rice and fish to get back. I couldn't even put together a decent meal."

Lu Wushuang grabbed a handful of raw rice, rubbed it between her hands, and rice flour fell out in a flurry. She scooped the rice flour into a bowl, added water, and mixed it together.

"I originally thought that the people of Dashuo were already living a miserable life, but compared to you Japanese, it's like we're just whining for no reason."

Nanako and Miyoshi Ryota sat blankly at the table, staring at Lu Wushuang busily working without saying a word.

Nanako, being a Buddhist herself, witnessed too much depravity within Buddhism today, especially the actions of monks from Enryaku-ji, a sacred Buddhist site in Japan. Her beliefs were shaken and she couldn't accept it.

Ryota Miyoshi was able to do so because Shiro Wushuang had explained everything to him, including her and Li Miao's identities, as well as the information about the Benyi Sword Technique's inheritance revealed in the monk's words today.

The information was overwhelming and of great importance, and the rapid and intense emotional fluctuations completely overwhelmed the naive young man.

Lu Wushuang kneaded the dough, stretched it into strips, and dropped it into boiling water. He grabbed a live fish from the nearby tank and tossed it into the air. With a flick of his wrist, a flash of cold light appeared, and in a few swift movements, the sliced ​​fish meat fell neatly to the ground, while the fish bones were picked out and placed into the noodle soup.

"We'll have to make do for now; even a skilled cook can't make a meal without rice."

Lu Wushuang put the lid on the pot and clapped his hands.

"With so few ingredients, my cooking skills won't stand out. If the adults think I'm a woman who never lifts a finger... Sigh, this remote and impoverished place is such a hindrance."

She turned around, took out the cooked millet rice from the earthenware pot next to her, ladled out two bowls, and pushed them in front of Nanako and Miyoshi Ryota.

"Eat up, then go to sleep. I have important business to attend to and don't have time to serve you two little brats."

Nanako and Ryota Miyoshi didn't seem to mind.

Japan is heavily influenced by religion. Both Buddhism and Shintoism regard pork, beef, and mutton as unclean, so they rarely appear on the tables of ordinary households.

As for sugar, salt, eggs, and milk, that goes without saying. They could only eat things like seaweed, miso, tofu, fish, shrimp, and wild vegetables. The scenes of drinking from large bowls and eating meat in large chunks, as depicted in the martial arts world of Osaka, were like legends to ordinary Japanese people.

The boy and girl mechanically finished a bowl of rice. Nanako said softly, "I'm full," and then got up to go to the inner room to rest, leaving only Miyoshi Ryota and Shika Musou staring at each other.

After a long pause, Miyoshi Ryota finally spoke hesitantly.

"Is everything you said true?"

“My swordsmanship is a legacy of Central Plains martial arts, and its founder was Master Jianzhen, who died on the grounds of Enryaku-ji Temple, and his body is in Toshodai-ji Temple… You are not the inheritors of the other three schools, but people from the Central Plains court who came to Japan to kill and destroy the country?”

Lu Wushuang shrugged.

"Are you worth being fooled by me?"

Ryota Miyoshi choked for a moment, unable to refute.

There is no more convincing reason than this. Whether it is unwillingness, reluctance, or fear, nothing is more convincing than the statement that it is not worth it.

"What do you want from me?"

Ryota Miyoshi said in a low voice.

Lu Wushuang gave a cold laugh.

"That's what I should be asking you."

She carefully arranged the fish slices on the plate, decorating them one by one with flowers and plants carved from various vegetables, her expression a hundred times more serious than when she was killing someone.

"You are nothing but rubbish, and what you know is not that important to us. Martial arts, cunning, intelligence, background—you are not as valuable to us as Nanako."

"We're going to Toshodai-ji Temple to dig up information about the Hon-i Sword Technique and investigate Master Jianzhen's affairs as well. The monk also said that the fellow disciples you're looking for have all been wiped out. Unless you come with us, you have no ability to do anything else."

"Whether it's seeking the truth or seeking revenge, you need to give us a reason to bring you along as a burden, instead of you asking us what we want from you—you are nothing. We hope you realize this before you speak."

Lu Wushuang carefully prepared food for Li Miao, without even glancing at Miyoshi Ryota... at least on the surface.

She did it on purpose.

To deal with a naive and hot-blooded youth like Ryota Miyoshi, you must first belittle him to nothing. When he places all his hopes on others, he will hand over everything.

In Li Miao's previous life, this method was commonly known as "PUA," and it was a timeless and enduring skill that had stood the test of time.

As expected, Ryota Miyoshi remained silent.

He believed it.

I have no doubt about it.

The main reason was that Li Miao's methods were too terrifying, completely shattering his confidence.

After a long silence, he suddenly raised his head. "I can give you everything."

"You can take everything from the Second Heaven First Style, all the information I know, and even my life, as long as you can take me to uncover the truth about the Original Intent Sword Technique."

"please!"

He suddenly took a step back and slammed his head on the ground with a thud.

Lu Wushuang did not rush to agree.

She served herself the noodles, arranged the sashimi and sauce on a plate, and plated all the other ingredients he had prepared. Only after everything was finished did she say something casually.

"Then write down your so-called 'two-day first-class' breathing method first, and I'll show it to my parents."

"As for how much you're worth, and whether it's enough for us to take you along as a burden, let's talk about that after my parents have seen it."

Ryota Miyoshi gritted his teeth.

He had no choice but to tear off a piece of his clothing, bite his fingertip, and write down the essential parts of his family's heritage one by one, before closing his eyes and handing it to Lu Wushuang.

Lu Wushuang casually took the food, placed it on the food box, and then pushed open the door to leave.

After walking down a street, climbing through a window, and landing in front of a door, Lu Wushuang checked herself over before gently knocking.

"Enter."

Li Miao's languid voice came from inside the door.

Lu Wushuang took a deep breath and pushed the door open to enter.

When she saw the scene inside the room, her face turned red.

This was a bedroom in the classic style of Japanese architecture, with hardly any decent furniture, only the floor, cushions, and a low table. Li Miao was leaning against a pile of bedding in the corner, his upper body naked, revealing his almost perfect torso and the open wounds on his chest.

Sunlight streamed through the window cracks, casting a golden glow on Li Miao's eyelashes.

Lu Wushuang took a deep breath, walked to Li Miao with small steps, placed the food on the low table, and handed the secret manual written by Miyoshi Ryota to Li Miao with both hands.

"grown ups."

Li Miao slightly opened his eyes, flicked his finger, and the manual flew into his hand.

"Is that kid so easy to fool?"

Lu Wushuang said softly.

“A child who has never seen the world, suddenly faced with a great disaster, is in a state of confusion and will casually reveal his or her secrets.”

Li Miao nodded and looked down to flip through the manual.

Lu Wushuang secretly observed Li Miao's naked upper body through his hair. The more she looked, the more confused she became. She clutched the hem of his clothes with both hands, her mind filled with all sorts of unspeakable images.

"Let's do it today!"

"A man and a woman alone in a room, if we don't make a move now, when will we? We can't wait until he's healed before we figure out what to do, can we?"

"I specifically chose some ingredients that stimulate blood circulation. Now that he is seriously injured, there's no guarantee that it won't have some impact... With the right timing, location, and people all in place, if we don't seize this opportunity, we'll only suffer the consequences!"

"Grandma's...dry!"

Lu Wushuang suddenly reached out and grabbed the front of her shirt, her gaze fixed intently on Li Miao.

"My lord, I—"

"interesting!"

Li Miao suddenly laughed, flicking two fingers on the manual written by Miyoshi Ryota, as if he had discovered something interesting.

He actually sat up straight, even opening his eyes which had been half-closed, and carefully scanned the whole thing from head to toe. After meditating for a moment with his eyes closed, he suddenly opened his eyes and smiled.

"Little Deer, this thing you tricked into getting is no ordinary item."

He trembled, clutching the hem of his garment covered in blood-written words.

"If I'm not mistaken, if I had three more portions of this stuff, the seed that Bodhidharma left inside me would take root and sprout."

(End of this chapter)