?Looking at the Harasuke next to him, Nian's mother finally made up her mind and sold the medicine field at home to the land according to Maitreya's words, and then left with him.

At that moment, everyone stood up, and Maitreya asked Hara Nosuke, who was leading the horse, to lead the way, and then led Di Nian and his son to the village together. As soon as he was halfway through, he met a team of people coming.

In the sunset, there were nine people in this team. They were a villager with his head shrunk, obviously leading the way. The eight behind them were proud samurai wearing kimonos with five-seven tung patterns and a knife-edged swordsman. When they met the oncoming Hara Nosuke, Maitreya and Di Nian mother and son, they were stunned at first, and then communicated with each other, looking at the tall Di Nian'er:

"Is it him?"

"yes."

After a brief exchange, a warrior directly pulled the villagers who led the way away, and then eight people lined up in line with Maitreya. The capable leader stood up, ignored Maitreya and Di Nian'er, and spoke directly to the tall and outstanding Di Nian'er:

"You are Di Nian'er, are you?"

"What are you looking for my son?" Di Nian's mother stopped the tall Di Nian'er, with a look of panic. She looked at the unmoved Maitreya who asked for help. As for Hara Nosuke, she ran away with her horse and did not dare to block the road.

"I am the disciple of Shinyinliu, Haruno, who was defeated with your son before, is my junior brother. This time, I am here to compete with your son Di Nian'er." Haruno Di Nian'er directly expressed his intention. People from the local village once asked warriors to deal with Di Nian'er, but were beaten away. He is here to maintain his reputation.

"No, Di Nian'er can't fight." Di Nian's mother was frightened and rejected it repeatedly.

"Then you can choose to admit defeat, but I have a requirement, hoping that Di Nian'er can become my teacher, and I can make him a samurai." Haruno Tianshan smiled and proposed his real purpose. He was here to conquer Di Nian'er. If such a majestic guy was brought to the battlefield, he would be an extremely excellent warrior and could be used to make achievements.

"My son won't be a warrior, either." Di Nian's mother also refused. Her biggest wish was to let Di Nian'er grow up safely and never want her son to become a cold-blooded butcher.

"Then, let's compete with me!" Haruno Tenshin was rejected and didn't care. He leaned over and pressed the knife to pull it out, but he couldn't help but beside him being crossed with a wooden stick wrapped with green vines.

"Haruno Tianshan, right? Just call me a bald donkey." Maitreya blocked Haruno Tianshan with a vine-wrapped wooden stick, protected Diming's mother and son, and reported his name. The new Yinliu was a branch of the Yinliu, and was created by Dahu Xiugang, who was named "Ueno Yiben Gun" and was famous for the kendo school.

"Go away, bald donkey walker." Haruno Amano was disturbed by the trouble of taking the disciples, and was very dissatisfied. He stared at Maitreya with sharp eyes, pulled out some blades to show threats.

"Yes, but please compete with me!" A smile appeared on Maitreya's face.

"Marriage competition?" Haruno Tianshan frowned and looked at the long sword hanging around the walker's waist.

"Yes, you were rude to me just now, and I asked to compete with you." Maitreya's smiled eyes opened, showing a funny expression.

"Maru Noro." Haruno Tenshin felt that he was underestimated and scolded him. He drew his sword and stood back, posing in a middle position. The tip of the knife pointed at Maitreya and made a forward stab.

Haruno Tensuke's movement was done in one go, fast and ruthless. But before the tip of the stabbing knife touched the opponent, he felt a pain in his chest. He looked down and saw that Maitreya raised the tail of the wooden stick in his hand and pointed it on his chest.

"You lost." Maitreya raised the tail of the staff and refused Haruno Tenshan's coming. Seeing that he did not throw a knife, he lowered the tail of the staff and spoke.

"How can you lose..." Haruno Tianya put down the wooden stick in his heart, and he immediately made a quibble, and he wanted to raise his knife. He accidentally took a heavy blow to his nose, and his eyes were full of stars. He felt like he had to throw the knife overturned the vinegar jar, so he had to abandon the knife and cover his nose and pull back.

Seeing that Haruno Tianshan was unwilling to give in, Maitreya simply fell down the wooden stick and knocked it on his face with the head of the stick. Seeing that he abandoned the knife and covered his nose and retreated, his nose was bleeding and tears were all over, so he closed the stick and asked:

"Have you lost?"

"Lost." Haruno Tenjin was hit by a blow, barely opening his eyes that were hazy in tears, looking at the bloody nose and tears in his palm, and quickly waved his hand to admit defeat.

"Then let's have a septum!"

When he was hit in the critical part of the door, Haruno Tenmatsu was in great pain. He covered his nose and turned his head to look at his companions who were at a loss on the other side. He was about to find an excuse to let everyone gather around him, but when he heard the words "split the abdomen", he couldn't help but be stunned.

"As a samurai, he bullies the weak. If you still have a little honor in the martial arts family, you should be here to prove yourself with blood." Maitreya talked about the honor of the warrior. Just now, this kid forced the orphan and widowed mother with a sword. He also asked him to seek Ren Dao Ren. If you love Jiandao, you are a samurai, so let's commit suicide!

"If you live a life of silence, not only will you be ashamed, but your companions, but your family will be ashamed. You are right?" Maitreya looked at Haruno Tensuke's companions and asked with a smile. The seven samurai were at a loss. Finally, a thin, bitter-faced samurai stood up and bent down to greet him:

"I'm so rude. In Shirukawa Ichiro, can you please do this today if something hasn't happened!"

"It hasn't happened?" Maitreya was a little surprised by the faces of these samurai. It's true or false. Didn't samurai value honor and life?

"Please be sure to do this." Rukawa Ichiro's face was very bitter. Judging from the guy's actions of calmly knocking down his senior brother Haruno Tenshin just now, unless his master Hu Hidetoshi came forward, it would be impossible to compare. He just went up and delivered food and could only admit defeat.

"Well, forget it!" Maitreya saw that he was shameless and could not force him. Ants still had the ambition to live in secret. The samurai valued suicide, and it was not a warrior valued suicide, so it was nothing. Human nature, at most it was just a bit shameful.

"Thank you so much, may I ask your name?" Rukawa Ichiro breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Maitreya did not pursue the matter.

"What, do you want to take revenge on me?" Maitreya smiled and glanced away.

"There is absolutely nothing. Just looking at the stick technique, I feel like you don't look like a nameless person." Rukawa Ichiro smiled a little hypocritical with a shy face.

"My name is Maitreya. If nothing happens, I will leave first." Maitreya felt that this person named Ichiro Rukawa smiled and was ungrateful. He didn't like to talk to him more. He waved his hand and asked Hara Nosuke to continue leading the way. Then he turned around and greeted his mother and son to follow him.

Facing the calm walker, the remaining warriors in Xinyinliu moved away from the road and watched the group of four. Then the eight people gathered together to discuss a few words, turned around and killed the villagers who had led the way, and then sent people to follow Maitreya.

"Maitreya." Di Nian's mother immediately noticed the warrior following behind her and called Maitreya with some concern.

"Don't worry! It's not for us." Maitreya glanced at Hara Nosuke, who was shrunk at his head. Those guys wanted to kill this guy and kill people to silence them, and ensure that the news of shame would not be spread. The warriors still valued suicide and asked others to die.

"Also, just call me Zimi, my friends call me like this."

"But isn't it better to call Maitreya?" Di Nian'er's mother touched Di Nian'er with one hand, and her shriveled mouth bulged slightly, feeling that Zi Mi was not very easy to speak, and Maitreya had to speak a little easier to speak, and it felt better to speak a little better.
Chapter completed!