The distant mountains are only hazy outlines under the dim sky,
The houses in the village are all abandoned,
The road that runs through the village is covered with weeds that are no bigger than the horses' hooves.
More than a dozen warriors with shaved Tsukiyo heads drove their horses, surrounded by the white-robed monk wearing a folded black hat in front of him, and "Ansuna" on the horse beside the monk, and slowly stepped into this abandoned village.
They chose a relatively complete house with a relatively wide view, dismounted their horses, and led the horses to an unobtrusive corner to feed them.
After a while, more than ten people gathered in the house,
The warriors divided labor among themselves,
Someone is cleaning the house;
There are people looking around;
Someone hides in the dark and becomes a whistle;
Some people collected firewood, repaired the village firewood stove, and lit the fire to cook dried fish.
At first glance, it looks like a well-trained team.
An Gang and the monk in white had nothing to do, so they sat across from each other around the fire.
The monk in white took off the cloak on his head, revealing a thin layer of hair on his head. He put his sword and Zen staff aside, looked at the flames dancing in the furnace, and said to An Gang: "Not far ahead is the Jade Mountain.
.
Spend a night here,
It will be a smooth journey to Kyoto tomorrow through Yuse Mountain.
Master An Gang, there is nothing to worry about."
Listening to the words of the monk in white, An Gang smiled reluctantly and did not say much.
From the moment he entered the team that Genji greeted him to now, he had vaguely noticed some clues, and consciously followed this team to Heian Jing, which was not a good choice.
But he is just a swordsmith, and he has no force at his disposal.
Facing this group of well-trained warriors,
As well as the elusive monk in front of him, he gave up the idea of escaping from the team.
Now we are too far away from the country of Boqi,
He left the team and was alone in the wilderness, not knowing what he would encounter.
By following these warriors, at least you can rely on their strength when encountering danger.
"Mage!"
The samurai who went to investigate outside stepped into the room with a sword in hand.
He knelt down next to the fire and called to the monk in white, but he did not even look at An Gang, who was sitting opposite the monk, and regarded him as if he was nothing.
This warrior kept the hair on his head,
Instead of combing her "Tsukiyo hair", she tied a stick-shaped bun on her head. At first glance, her status was different from that of the samurai outside.
He filled a few sticks of firewood into the furnace,
Then he opened his mouth and said to the monk: "This village should have been a mining village in the past. I found hammers, chisels and other tools needed for mining in several households. I just don't know why they left here."
"Iron is a very precious thing.
They left the village without taking the iron tools with them.
I think we must have encountered something imminent, maybe a food collection team, or a bandit attack." As the white-clothed monk spoke, he took off the iron kettle from the stove, took out three wooden bowls, and poured some water into them.
Add some minced tea leaves,
Pour boiling water into the bowl,
The aroma of tea comes out gently.
"Watanabe Tsuna-sama, please use it."
"Master Anzuna, please use it."
The monk distributed tea to the two of them, then picked up his own bowl, gently blew on the hot air floating on it, and greeted the two of them.
"Thank you, Master." An Gang carefully picked up the bowl, followed the example of a monk, and blew the hot air floating on the bowl. This was the first time for him to enjoy precious tea leaves in this simple and natural way.
Take a small sip of tea,
The fragrance of tea is refreshing,
It seems like all the worries of the day have been ironed and swept away.
"The tea soup is still delicious,
Drinking tea like this is really a waste of resources." Watanabe Tsuna took a sip of tea, frowned and put down the wooden bowl.
He is still more accustomed to tea soup made by mixing tea powder with various seasonings, and feels that such a taste can better reflect the value of tea.
An Gang took another sip of tea,
He did not participate in the conversation between the two.
That "Watanabe Tsuna"-sama didn't even pay attention to a lowly craftsman like him.
Even he forged a supreme sword that could be used by Genji.
In this way, he doesn't want to bring trouble to himself and look at other people's cold faces.
As for the white-robed monk "Hiroshi", he did not say a word about Watanabe Tsuna's evaluation. He obviously did not agree with Watanabe Tsuna's evaluation, but he was too lazy to argue with this barbarian.
On the other hand, Watanabe Tsuna himself saw that Hongzheng was ignoring him.
The warriors under my command are busy with their own affairs,
Sitting here doing nothing, he became bored.
So he started the topic: "Actually, I prefer drinking wine to drinking tea!
When you are tipsy, if there is a geisha next to you, you can dance with her - the most memorable drinking experience for me was on the street next to Suzaku Street.
I got drunk with my friends in the pub,
When I walked out of the tavern door,
See the moon in the sky is very bright,
The moonlight is like the lining of an oiran lady, white and flawless, draped on my shoulders, and there seems to be a faint fragrance.
At that time, I was immersed in the moonlight,
Before I knew it, I walked a long way towards Zhuque Street.
As soon as I woke up from the intoxicating hallucination, I really saw a wonderful woman walking towards me and greeting me softly - do you know who that wonderful woman is?"
Watanabe Tsuna looked at Hiromasa and then at An Tsuna.
Waiting for their answers.
Hongzheng's eyebrows moved slightly but he said nothing.
So Watanabe Tsuna focused his eyes on Yasuna and stared at him,
It was as if if he didn't answer the question, he would keep staring at him.
An Gang pursed her lips and sighed silently.
He really didn't expect that the person who used Onikiri to cut off one of the arms of "Rashomon's Trick" was actually the barbarian in front of him. This person destroyed all his beautiful imagination of the majestic and magnificent legend of ghosts and gods.
"Think about it,
That wonderful woman must be Ibaraki Douji - Rashomon's Secret, right?" Yasuna couldn't resist the pressure of Watanabe Tsuna's gaze, so he had to speak out.
"Ha ha!
you guessed right!
It’s the mystery of Rashomon!
At that time, Onikiri was still at my waist. When I saw the young woman in front of me, the current appearance was very different from the way I looked at her a second ago - she seemed to have become more beautiful and charming!
So I felt alarmed in my heart,
Pull out the Onikiri on the side of your waist,
Cut off one of its arms with one strike!
It hissed on the spot and turned into a city gate burning with green will-o'-the-wisps in front of my eyes. Just when I was about to draw my sword and strike again, the city gate was surrounded by the will-o'-the-wisps and flew away...
"Watanabe Tsunade was dancing with her hands, and while talking, she kept gesticulating.
He was talking,
The audience was distracted.
Therefore, after telling his heroic deeds, Watanabe Tsuna shook his head with little interest, looked at the dark night outside the door, and sighed: "If today can be like that night,
You can have a drunken drink,
It would be great to kill a Ligui.
It’s a beautiful thing to have so many..."
An Gang's lips twitched and he didn't speak.
Hong Zheng raised his head at this time and said slowly: "You and I have the "Half-Han Ghost Armor" in our bodies, so we can face Li Wei directly, but ordinary samurai and Mr. An Gang have to face Li Wei's strife with their bodies.
Encountered a sharp and strange creature,
For us, I'm afraid it's not a good thing.
It’s more likely to ruin the master’s important affairs!”
He took out the name of his master,
Watanabe Tsuna scratched his head and did not dare to brag anymore.
He stood up and muttered: "I'm going to go to the latrine."
He turned around and hurriedly left the house with his sword in hand.
outside the house,
The moonlight is bright,
It was just like the night when he beheaded an arm of "Rashomon's Secret".
It's a pity that there is no drink tonight,
There is no geisha or oiran who would carelessly accompany him.
"I really want to live up to this beautiful moonlight..." Watanabe Tsuna looked up at the moon and sighed silently, then went to the toilet of the residence, hung the sword aside and unbuttoned his clothes.
In the dark hut, the sound of dripping water could be heard.
Not long after,
He fastened his belt,
He reached out and groped into the darkness on one side to grab the sword hanging on it.
When I swept it with one hand for the first time,
Didn't touch anything.
The second time he touched the wooden board of the toilet wall,
the third time,
He held a soft, cold palm.
hand?!
Watanabe Tsuna felt a thrill in his heart——
I want to take my palm back immediately!
He exerted a strong force - but he didn't expect that soft palm to let go of his hand without any resistance - so that he couldn't hold back in time, staggered, and hit a "wall" behind him!
That wall was not the wooden toilet wall he had imagined.
Rather, it feels as soft as flesh and blood.
The moment my back hit that wall,
There was a rustling sound in the darkness,
follow closely,
A lamp was lit before him.
A pair of pale palms extended from the strange texture formed by the inlaying and weaving of countless arms, holding up an oil lamp!
Those countless pairs of arms are layered on top of each other, extending upwards, seemingly without end!
The softness behind Watanabe Tsuna squirmed, and he felt a thrill in his heart. He suddenly turned sideways and turned his head to look at the "wall" behind him that was supposed to be the wooden wall of the toilet - he saw human heads piled up behind him. The location of the toilet wall,
The layers of human heads, blinking gray eyes, are constantly building up!
On all four sides of him, there are "walls" made of stacked limbs.
There is even an oval, wriggling placenta under Tsuna Watanabe's feet!
He saw the situation under his feet,
Feeling the touch of both feet being swallowed up by the placenta,
The whole person’s hair stood on end!
Besieged on all sides,
Even the situation under his feet became such a terrifying situation, Watanabe Tsuna had nowhere to escape for a while!
He looked up at the "passage" surrounded by four walls of flesh and blood.
But unexpectedly saw,
At the top of the passage,
In the sky, the moonlight is bright,
Like the silk texture of the oiran's clothes, with the snow-white lining,
Exudes a charming fragrance.
At this moment, Watanabe Tsuna didn't hesitate at all. He grabbed the palms extending from the wall and the hair on the top of his head, using his strength to climb up to the white moonlight at the top!
outside the toilet,
Everything is as before.
The sound of dripping water stopped for a while.
"Watanabe Tsuna" pushed open the wooden door of the toilet, strode out, and greeted the samurai guarding the door of the house with a smile.
indoors,
On the Zen staff that Hongzheng put aside,
Those embellished bells suddenly rang without the wind!