This is an exquisite and elegant city, filled with ancient and elegant customs everywhere. On the alleys and streets, there are green bricks and black tiles, cornices and brackets, Zhu Zhu and painted beams. Small and exquisite buildings are scattered here and there, subtle and elegant, delicate and exquisite in soft tones.
, revealing a rich oriental mysterious atmosphere.
In the streets at night, the bustling flow of people is like a river. Paper lanterns are lined up in rows, swaying gently in the wind. Vendors are shouting and shouting along the streets. Girls in exquisite costumes are laughing and chatting. There is light from time to time.
Little kids holding windmills ran past in groups, and young couples walked hand in hand.
On both sides of the street, the hustle and bustle of izakayas continued.
The laughter of the drinkers and diners floated around, and the beautiful songs of the singers were faintly mixed in.
Various smells floated in the night wind, the smell of food, the smell of rouge powder, and the smell of earth.
Mostly it tastes like happiness.
It is a scene of peaceful and prosperous times, like the source of peach blossoms. The disputes and cruelties of the outside world cannot affect this place.
Sitting in the sedan chair, leaning against the window, Mei Ji's eyes swept over her one by one.
It fell on the old man in ragged clothes who was kneeling on the street, on the gorgeous woman upstairs who was showing off her clothes, on the man who was beaten and crying deep in the gambling stall alley, and on the man who was stopped in the street and looked like he was praying.
Enter the flower girl.
A series of rickshaws passed by at high speed, and the driver pulling the rickshaw was busy rushing forward, shouting loudly from time to time to give way.
The cart drivers who entertain guests on the street wear bamboo hats and stand upright to entertain guests. They look very proud and take good care of the carts from time to time, wiping them clean and dust-free.
He is probably proud of his profession.
How can one not be proud of a small human-driven car that feeds a family?
Not far away, groups of ronin samurai with sabers carrying flasks of wine passed through the street, came to the coachman, laughed and enthusiastically hugged the coachman's shoulders.
The proud coachman looked flattering and handed over today's tribute with a smile.
The warriors patted the coachman's discerning face, laughed and left.
After they were far away, the coachman cursed and spat out in a low voice, not daring to make any noise.
Mei Ji withdrew her gaze and looked away.
At this moment, a gorgeous sedan passed by in a hurry. The bearer carrying the sedan was wearing a small coat, and his exposed skin was dripping with sweat, reflecting the purple and green whip marks.
In the window, a young master in formal and noble clothes sat opposite his mother, who was gorgeously and exquisitely dressed.
The young master, who was licking a large lollipop, noticed Mei Ji's gaze and showed a skillful and polite smile.
For a child, the smile is too mature and greasy.
The teaching at home is very good.
Mei Ji tilted her head and ignored the child's kindness.
The smile was frozen on the young master's fair and tender face, and his eyes were hurt.
This is the capital of the Country of Fire, the most prosperous place on the entire continent. The city is very beautiful, exquisite and beautiful, with rich oriental architectural features.
However, in Meiji's opinion, the style is still too stingy.
The streets are as narrow as those in Konoha, and the houses are packed tightly together. Although the layout is exquisite, it is still cramped.
Probably because land is more expensive.
However, there are many mansions that occupy large areas. Along the way, the walls are higher and higher, blocking the eyes of the outside world.
The lion standing in front of the door is like a vicious dog, with a ferocious look.
The so-called Gaomen Courtyard is nothing more than that.
No matter where you go, you are always the same.
But the biggest thing, apart from the Daming Palace pavilions that can be seen vaguely in the distance, is the temple with a higher threshold and more elaborate and elegant architecture.
The monks guarding the gate are holding naginata and monk robes, and there is an endless stream of believers who come to burn incense and pray.
It is said that the Pure Land of Buddhism is a place of tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle. It is located in the most prosperous land and has a unique state.
Somehow, Meiji thought of a Buddhist saying.
You have to accept your fate at any time because you are human.
It's ridiculous to say it, but if you don't accept your fate, what can you do?
There is no end to the sea of suffering, and there is no shore to turn back to.
The peaceful life that the ninjas longed for was nothing more than a siege.
People inside the wall want to get out, and people outside the wall want to come in.
And the path that Jiraiya pursues is just to be a peace dog, not a person in troubled times.
The so-called ninja is probably like this.
Many civilians desperately want to become ninjas and have the power to control their own destiny. However, when they are lucky enough to become ninjas, they can only find the reality that they are still powerless in despair.
"My lord has arrived."
Jiaozi fell down, and the monk in front of him, Huipu, diligently lifted the curtain.
Meiji then walked down.
It's a bit late today, and the Daimyo will definitely not work overtime at this point.
Follow the normal procedure to see him, no matter what, he has to wait until tomorrow.
In order to maintain stability, Meiji will stay here for many days and needs a place to stay.
The magnificent palace is naturally nice, but Meiji just dislikes the stench.
The stench of corpses from cannibalism.
"Lord Chongji, according to your instructions, this is the most suitable hotel in the city."
Mei Ji took a look at this four-story single-family building. It was a bit old and looked pretty good, surrounded by green trees.
Mei Ji walked into the hotel and was greeted by the charming proprietress.
When he saw Mei Ji, he cleverly lowered his posture, flattering but decently, with a warm smile that had been tempered by years of experience.
"One room." Mei Ji said, "Please be quiet."
"Sir..." the landlady said hesitantly: "Then these little masters..."
Mei Ji turned to look at the monks behind her.
HP, who was about to pay the bill, held the money bag with a flattering smile on his face.
"Get out." Mei Ji said in a low voice.
"Ha!" Hearing this, HP responded enthusiastically, leading the monks to retreat hurriedly.
Even the well-informed landlady had never seen this scene before. She looked at Mei Ji calmly with a stern look on her face.
I am even more certain that he is a very powerful person.
"Ms. Bughime..." One of the accompanying ninja stepped forward to ask for instructions, gesturing with his hand to wipe his neck.
In their opinion, these guys are almost useless.
The landlady's eyelids twitched, and her heart beat wildly as she looked at these people dressed as ninjas.
"Don't be afraid, I'm a good person." Meiji comforted the landlady.
The landlady showed a calm smile and couldn't believe it.
"Watch them and see what they will do." Mei Ji didn't care what these people would do, she just didn't want to pay for them to eat and drink for free.
My money is not blown by the strong wind.
So it makes perfect sense to let them go.
"If you're not honest." Mei Ji made a gesture of wiping her neck.
"Ha!" Some of the accompanying ninjas turned and left. In order to avoid commotion and panic, most of the ninjas they brought were on standby outside the city.
The few guarding ninjas who were left behind quickly left and went to hide in hidden positions in the hotel.
Basically, they are all on the roof.
Just leave the two of them behind Mei Ji, ready to run errands at any time.