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Two Hundred and Thirty-Eight, How did the lonely man become a craft (Chinese)

Two Hundred and Thirty-Eight, How did the lonely man become a craft (Chinese)

On New Year's Eve in Tottori Desert, the night sky is dull and the ground is dark.

Shortly after sunset, the lights in the Tianshou Pavilion in Xiaku City were also extinguished one after another.

After learning about the bad news brought by the black witches of the Huangquan Shrine, even the brainless princes who were heartless and out of touch with reality quickly fell into the deepest fear and despair. It was only half a month before they escaped from Kyoto, and the entire Kansai had already changed flags collectively, leaving only the Satsuma vassal that had not yet rebelled... The world has shrunk too quickly.

What's even more terrible is that since both Shanyin and Shanyang have changed their flags, they are now trapped in the center of the enemy-occupied area - what should I do?

Although Emperor Renxiao was still vigorously cheering up and announcing that everything was still under control, the real man also claimed that he had sent people to find a ship and the lord would soon transfer to the safe Satsuma vassal... but no one could be relieved.

——There is no way, this emperor has already made too many unreliable bad deeds in doing things.

With a lot of sorrow, the officials and ministers had the idea of ​​drinking to drown their sorrows, and at the same time they were making fun of the bitterness to celebrate the arrival of the New Year. However, this was even more sorrowful when drinking to drown their sorrows. Because they were in a bad mood, they drank several sake cups of sake and did not write a single New Year's greeting song, and they fell into the tatami without any manners, and even snored loudly.

The girls and servants were already busy with their tired bodies for a day, and when they saw this, they quickly went to find a place to rest. As for the night patrol, there were soldiers outside who worked hard, and they just had to submit to their masters.

The night is getting thicker, the wind is cold and the birds are silent. In addition to the whistling of the north wind, only slight murmuring and snoring are heard in the Tianshou Pavilion.

But outside this Tianshou Pavilion, more than 100 soldiers who had originally guarded the imperial guards all the way had already packed their luggage and prepared to go.

Next to the burning bonfire, Hizuki Soichiro, who was fully dressed in a row, finally checked the surprise troops he had pulled up with one hand.

All the property piled outside the Tianshou Pavilion, whether it was originally belonging to the soldiers of the surprise soldiers, or the savings of the fleeing ministers and even the royal family, had been quietly divided by the soldiers. The remaining little food was stuffed into the backpacks of everyone. The only few horses in the team were carefully strangled, and the horse's hooves were wrapped in straw to avoid making noises, which made the people in the Tianshou Pavilion realize.

If you are in those truly boundless deserts, walking at night is very dangerous. If you are not careful, you will be dispersed or migrated.

But this Tottori Desert is very rich in island countries... How to say it? The whole desert is thin and distributed east-west along the coast. On one side are steep cliffs and on the other side are vast sea. Although it is more than 30 miles long, the widest place is only three or four miles, and the narrow place is less than a mile. You can see the coast when standing on any sand dune - to put it bluntly, it is just a particularly wide beach.

Therefore, Hiratsuki Soichiro, who was planning to cross the sea to Koryo, just take people directly to the beach, then move along the coastline, and rush to the abandoned fishing village to collect ships. As long as you don’t turn the east and west directions, there will definitely be no danger of mi Road.

As for those guys who are ready to leave and live in seclusion... So what if they are in this miniature desert? Just try to stay away from this cool city and don't wait until tomorrow to catch them - and seeing that the officials and ministers are all invincible and cannot hold their shoulders and can even walk far away, even if they are accidentally seen, they probably won't be able to catch these strong deserters back.

And because of his contempt for these weak ministers around him, some even wanted to go further.

"...Mr. Feiyue, although there are a lot of gold, silver and silk on the cart outside, the most valuable and precious things, such as precious spices and jewelry, are hidden by His Majesty the Emperor and the Lords and the Lords in the Tianshou Pavilion."

A little leader looked back at the Tianshou Pavilion hidden under the night, quietly approached the ears of Ichiro Feiyue Sect and whispered, "... Since the disaster is coming, there is nothing more important than trying to get money. Whether it is the brothers who find their own place to settle down after they part, or after you lead the team across the sea to join, they manage their own yamen in Goryeo and seek to receive and promote noble people, it is very expensive. Why not take this opportunity to take another risk and snatch all of them, such as these fat sheep?"

This stupid and greedy thought immediately made Hiroyuki Sectichiro clench his fists and slam it heavily on his forehead - he was worried that it would make a sound to shock others, so he didn't slap the face - then grabbed his ear and roared in a low voice.

"...Silly! You actually want to rob the Emperor directly? Humph, yes, those ministers are weak, and there are not many palace guards left by the Emperor, which seems not difficult to deal with. But who knows if they have something like Shikigami or guardian spirit? Do you have a trick to crack these things?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but breathe, "... Moreover, the black witches from the Huangquan Shrine are still in the city yet. Almost many of these black witches who are the god of Huangquan Yue Duming are cruel, bloodthirsty and tyrannical, and are best at curing people to survive and die - do you want to carry a bunch of vicious curses, grow sores and pus all over your body, and rot from head to feet?"

"……………………………I’m really thinking about it, Lord Feiyue, you are laughing..."

Although this little boss was greedy and shameless, he had not lost his mind yet. After listening to the analysis of the qiyue Sect, he suddenly realized and understood how ridiculous his whimsical thoughts were. He hurriedly retreated.

However, Sichiro Hirohiro pulled him away, then looked up and made several gestures, signaling several officers to come to him.

With the swaying and flashing, the light and darkness of the fire, Hiyue Sectichiro looked at the familiar old faces silently, and remained silent for a long time, as if he wanted the appearance of these confidants and old friends to be firmly kept in mind...

After looking at each other in a serious and silent manner for a long time, Hizuki Sectichiro sighed and spoke slowly.

"......... Over the past year, you have followed me to charge in battle, bleeding, injured, suffered, and enjoyed blessings. After all, you have walked through a passionate journey in this world. You are worthy of being a man. It's a pity that you are not lucky enough, and in the end I was unable to lead you to a bright road... I don't want to say anything extra. I am about to separate myself. Please take care of yourself, and there will be a period of time in the future."

After saying that, he put on his clothes, bent down and bowed at a standard ninety-degree angle, and bid farewell to these old subordinates who were about to be separated.

"... Please take care of the leader Feiyue, there will be a period of time in the future."

Hearing this remark, all the officers bowed and replied with tears in their eyes, and raised their hands to the young leader who led them to rise up and walked out of the ordinary remote countryside. They miraculously created a great reputation for shaking the whole country, and even set foot on the glorious peak of their achievements in life. However, in a blink of an eye, their dreams were shattered, and their achievements were empty, and they were forced to leave their hometowns to pay their last tribute.

——This also means that in this year's war of anti-shogami, the shogunate army that once defeated the many with fewer and surpassed the hundreds of times its own, the world's most legendary strong soldier, the Changzhou vassal army, had been declared to have disappeared.

As the final farewell ended, more than a hundred soldiers carried their luggage, drove away their horses, and went their separate ways. According to the differences in their scheduled destinations, they spontaneously divided into several groups and left in different directions. They soon gradually drifted away and slowly disappeared.

Outside the desolate and cold Xiaku City, there are only a few "bang-bang" bonfires left, which continue to burn on the empty and deserted sand...

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After a while, a rustling sound finally came from a sand dune next to Xiaku City. Then a ninja in a black night clothes emerged from the sand, looked up and identified the direction, lowered his head to identify the footprints for a while, and then followed the beach.

Then another ninja in black emerged from the sand, looked around, and then pulled his feet in the other direction.

Next, as if it had touched some mechanism, one tight-fitting ninja after another came out of this sand dune that was not too large. Then, without much talk and discussing, they divided the work and cooperated tacitly, or continued to track and investigate the whereabouts of the remnants of various surprise troops, or quickly left the target place, and rushed back to report the latest information to the employer.

As a result, when the last ninja came out of the sand and looked back, he found that the poor sand dune was full of devastation, like a mouse nest, with a large pit surrounded by small pits, and the pits connected to the horizon... In desperation, the elderly ninja had to sigh long, pull out a folding shovel from his waist, and landed the sand pits bit by bit, and at the same time he couldn't help but complain:

"......... These careless stinky boys... have told them how many times. The most important thing for us in the ninja industry is to secretly look for goals and perform tasks. We must remember to clean up the beginning and end afterwards, so as not to see any clues and cause trouble... Alas, we all performed very well during training, but now we just dig holes and fill them. In the end, we even asked me, the old man, to wipe their butts..."

"...Yes, I actually dug a sand dune under my nose like this, but I don't know if I have to fill it in. Even idiots can tell there is something wrong. Now these juniors of the "Tingting" have really fallen into your name as the True Ting Ninja."

Suddenly, accompanied by these sarcastic words, a middle-aged man smiled and greeted the old ninja without warning, "...and, I wish you a happy New Year, Mr. Zhenting Snail who even has to work overtime on New Year's Eve."

At a high point, the middle-aged man seemed to be ordinary - his big waist, round beard, a chicken coop-like hair, and a tangled lump of flesh... However, it was clearly the New Year's Eve that had not yet been melted, but he seemed to be whistling wind without caring about the howling wind, and he was barefoot, with only a single ku on his lower body, and barefoot... This look is really cold-resistant. Could it be that he is showing off his muscles?

Although the middle-aged muscular man appeared quite suddenly, the old ninja snail who was busy filling the pits for the younger generation was not surprised.

"...Jiu Shiliu Ye? Hey, the nickname "Tingting" in the world seems to be the only one who calls us the nickname "Tingting". "

The snail of Shigen continued to lower his head and fill the sand pit with a folding shovel. He responded casually without looking back, "...What? Could it be that you, Shiliu Ye, were hired by the Mitsui Miss to spy on His Majesty's Emperor Renxiao's imperial guards? I thought that after the destruction of Edo and the chaos in the world, you, a loser martial artist who always cannot recruit disciples, would choose to live in his hometown of Bucheng Island and not ask about the world."

"...There is no way, there is no source of peach in this world. This year, there is a severe drought. The only spring on the island has dried up and the fields have no harvest. Even if you want to live in seclusion, it is impossible. You can only come out and find a way to find a meal..."

Jade Shiliuye shrugged his shoulders and replied calmly, "...Don't talk about me for now, just talk about you Zhenting Ninjas. Judging from the number of sand pits, it seems that a lot of people have been sent. I remember you all seemed to like to act alone."

"...Yes, let me tell you the truth. The remaining nineteen people in our village are now all in this place."

The snail of Shinting put down the shovel, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and replied with panting, "...The key is not to be greedy for this commission, nor to food or something. Since the lesson of starving people to death a hundred years ago, our Shinting Ninja Army has usually reserved a lot of food in the village. It happened to have a job in the Choshu clan at the beginning of the year, and the money on hand is enough... Ahem, but because the Osaka chaebol promised us that if we were willing to detect the whereabouts of Emperor Hitoki, then if we get infected with the plague in the future, we can get priority treatment from the Western pastor...

Ahem, as soon as such conditions were released, the strange people who received the news were flocking to it. You know, this autumn, a plague and a day, our village has lost more than 100 people to such a small loss. Even the leader, I, was in a state of illness. Although I barely tingled, my health was much worse. I gasped and sweated when I moved a little. If I continued like this, I could only retreat..."

"...The men in our family have always been in good health, never sick or disaster, and they don't use Western magic to treat..."

Jae Shiliuye curled his lips disapprovingly, "...From what you said, many other acquaintances have also accepted this task?"

"...That's right, in addition to our Shinto Ninja Army, even the ramen-making wastes in Konoha Ninja who only know how to make ramen are scrambled. In addition, there are the Tendo family and the Saotou family, the Swordsmen of the Swordsman who came exiled from Edo, and even the priests and witches of the Inari Shrine... But their luck is not as good as you and me. Until now, they have not found the Emperor's Royal in Tottori Desert, and they don't know that the surprise troops have disbanded..."

The snail of Zhenting reported a series of names by his fingers, then looked up at Yu Shiliu Ye, "...Ahem, after all, even your noble descendant of the Void Knife, who claims to be "sanctioning the world with no hands, and having no swords and swords, and invincible in the world, has become the minion of the Osaka chaebol? Alas, it seems to be exactly what the most common catchphrase among the believers of the God of Wealth Sect says - the poor use swords and the rich use gold coins to kill people."

"...Haha, if you say that you are giving Heiji Qian (a famous detective who likes to throw copper coins to knock down fugitives) you will probably agree with it. But I am very suspicious, just with his little arm strength, whether he can throw Jin Xiaojue..."

Jade Shiliuye made a little embarrassed and changed the topic casually. Then, he turned around and looked at Xiaku City, which was shady in the dark, stood in front of the cold wind for a while, and then continued to say to Zhenting Snail.

"...Hehe, the Tottori Desert in Inba Country, and the Lower Ku City in this desert, and then the 16th generation successor of your Shinting Ninja Army and me, the Void Knife River... Why does it feel similar to the legend of the ancestor's sword encyclopedia a hundred years ago?"

"...Yes, it's really similar. Unfortunately, in the Xiaku City today, there is no Yulian Silver Pavilion or Yulian Golden Pavilion that can be used to cut off and become famous, and there is no famous sword for you to confiscate and ask for merit..."

The Zhenting Snail sat half-squatted on the sand and replied boredly, but then suddenly his eyes turned.

"...Wait, although there is no Yulian Yin Pavilion and his sword in Xiaku City today. But there is still an emperor and a Kusanagi sword in this city, and all the soldiers escorting the imperial guards have escaped... Well, I said, "Jiu Shiliu Ye, are you interested in imitating the deeds of your ancestors, rushing into this Kusanagi city as a single person, killing the emperor with the trick of the Void Sword, and then snatching the Kusanagi sword... Well, in this way, your reputation will surely instantly sensation in the world, and even be recorded in history, and be remembered forever - the first martial artist in ancient times to seek the Emperor's head. Your Void Sword Sword will never worry about not being able to recruit disciples... How about it? Do you want to try it?"

"...uh...you must be joking. Even if the Emperor is so down-and-out, he is still the emperor who is blessed by the gods. The Kusanagi sword is also one of the three magical weapons, not something that ordinary people can steal... If I really break into the city and slash and kill, I won't mention whether it can be successfully obtained. Even if it is really successful, then the god condemnation of Amaterasu's great god might have been descended..."

Seeing that the old man, Zhenting Snail, had a slutty smile on his face and stared at him with enthusiasm, Yu Shiliuye couldn't help but shiver and quickly took more than ten steps back, setting a distance from this uneasy guy...

In short, although Xiaku City was much deserted that night, it was at least quite calm.

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The next morning, Emperor Renxiao was awakened in horror in amidst a panic scream and a heartbroken cry.

Immediately, the Emperor, who had reached the peak of his life, welcomed the last New Year's Day in his life even more miserable after the most miserable New Year's Eve in his life...

"...Leave? All are gone? Even the guy, Ichiro Feiyue, who has been favored by the court, is going to abandon me now? He is indeed a traitor from the countryside of Changzhou, who has no loyalty and righteousness. I really misjudged that I shouldn't have promoted and used him like this..."

Although it is obviously at the end of the road, the stubborn Emperor still has no meaning of self-reflection, and only knows to use the poor swear words in his mind. He criticized the infidelity and injustice of the soldiers such as Hitsuki Soichiro and others... but in addition to making the rest feel more desperate, he has no positive effect.
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