This is My Juggernaut Journey

In the resentment of the general attendant, the horse walked down the wooden bridge, and Yuzuru had already led people to wait at the fence. I thought it would be dangerous for Miko to go out without authorization, but after careful consideration, I felt that there was no problem.

That old fox would never have thought that Yuzi would be lured out by grilled fish. Even if the bandits came, Pingtianzhuang, whose main force hadn't left, would not be something they could provoke.

"Mr. Feicun."

Yuzuru, who bowed his head in thought, heard someone calling him, but saw that Hirata Kuro had been helped off his horse by the general attendant, and was standing in front of him, looking at him with great interest.

"Your subordinate is here, may I ask what orders the Young Master has?"

"Uh...it's not a matter of ordering, let's go in first." Kuro sniffed his small nose quietly, walked into the guard post, turned his head and said to the samurai next to him: "Miss Shimomura, please Take people to guard the perimeter."

"But!" The general waiter stared at Yuxian fiercely, the meaning was obvious.

"Go, is there anyone in the range of Hirata's family who is against me?" The immortal Jiulang frowned slightly, with the majesty of a superior, the general servant could only kneel on one knee helplessly, and led a group of subordinates to guard the gate.

Yuzuru had been watching this little episode with cold eyes, and looked at Hirata Kuro a little bit more, nunuzui asked Inosuke to bring the wooden chair.

Even in the last years of the Warring States period when rituals and music collapsed, the strict hierarchy did not change a bit. When the young master of the Hirata family sat down, only Yuzuru existed within a five-meter radius, and Inosuke and those ashigaru could only wait and see from afar.

The young man is used to these etiquettes, and he will not go beyond the age to pursue freedom and fraternity. He looked around, and just as he didn't know how to speak, a bunch of warm grilled fish was handed to him.

"Please try it." Yuzuru said very rudely, then turned around and nodded to the tall figure above the wooden house, "Wolf, you can also come together."

The ninja stood on the roof at some point on guard, and when he got Kuro's permission, he jumped off and strode to the bonfire, and picked up a bunch without being polite.Then he glanced at the master from the corner of his eye, saw that he opened his small mouth to bite down, and immediately ate it into his mouth quickly.

good to eat!

The silent lone wolf's eyes froze. Those who didn't know thought the fish was poisonous and hadn't tasted it carefully. Out of the corner of their eyes, they saw the owner tremble.

The moment his lips and teeth touched, Jiulang's expression changed. How could the usual 'Beautiful Clothes and Jade Food' compare to this grilled fish?Not only is the heat well controlled, but also the seasoning inside has never been tasted before, and the fish is almost half swallowed in a few bites.

"Ms. Fei Cun, what's in it?" As a cooking lover, he hurriedly searched for the root cause.

"It's just some local products from my hometown, not worth mentioning." Yuxian waved his hand very modestly.

"Isn't it worth mentioning? In fact, compared with swordsmanship, your cooking skills are more likely to make people happy." Kuro said sincerely while eating.

Yuxian handed over a bunch of freshly grilled fish, and then replied: "But in troubled times, cooking can't protect me, only swords can make me feel at ease."

"That's right, the era of peace has not yet arrived." Kuro, who had thought about the future, nodded, seeing that Yuzuru was still busy, he said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry to disturb you because of the sudden arrival, Mr. Feicun, you also sit down." Let's go eat."

If it was a local samurai, no matter what the young master said, he would not dare to sit down, but Yuzuru just hesitated for a moment, and sat beside Kuro very casually, not feeling rude.He ate a mouthful of fish, and was thinking about how to get closer, when he saw Yuzi whispering something in the wolf's ear, and the latter immediately ran to the bridge.

In less than half a minute, the wolf with the jar in his hand came back and put the jar on the ground.

Jiulang pointed to the wine jar that was supposed to be taken to the labor force, and said, "Qi Cun Qing, since I ate your grilled fish, I should give you something in return. You should have a drink."

"How can there be a swordsman who doesn't drink." Yuxian smiled suddenly, pulled out the cork and smelled a strong smell of alcohol, and took a closer look, and saw that the wine in the altar was brown and slightly cloudy.

It turned out to be the legendary turbid wine.

In the past, I only saw its characters, but I couldn't smell its smell, so I stuck my hand into my cuff and took out a small white wine glass like a magic trick. After filling it up, I took a sip and closed my eyes to feel it.

"That's right, it looks filthy, but it actually tastes clean, wolf, are you interested in having a drink together?"

"No." The ninja was extremely capable of suppressing his desires, standing beside him like a wood carving.

"He doesn't drink when he's guarding." Jiulang explained for him, seeing Yuxian drink the second cup, and asked again: "You haven't told me what the local specialty of my hometown is."

As soon as the words were finished, Yuzuru threw a jar of pepper powder, the boy opened it and sniffed it, and then sneezed.

"It tastes so good."

"This is the spice sent by Nanban, bought from Nagasaki." Yuxian didn't lie.

"Nanban?" Kuro Hirata certainly knew who Nanban was worth, with a curious look in his eyes, "The outside world must be very interesting, can you tell me what it's like?"

Weiming was surrounded by Chongshan, and after the war with the inner government, he could only pass the dictation of the merchant.

Yuzuru wanted to say that ghosts knew what the end of the Warring States period was like, seeing the young man with his chin propped up, his jewel-like black eyes gleaming with brilliance, that was a sense of curiosity in line with his age.

"Basically, there is no war anymore. The Tokugawa family has won the world, and the Weiming country is the only vassal state that resists openly. Of course, it is because of the war that we swordsmen have a place to use." Yuzuru raised his voice. Raising the wine glass, he raised his head again and drank it down.

This is a lie woven with the background of the times, but Jiulang blinked, obviously convinced.There was a look of yearning on his body, but because of his status, it was inconvenient to say more, and he happened to see Yuxian put the stopper back into the wine jar, and changed the topic along the way.

"Qi Cunqing, did you get drunk after drinking too much? Or is the wine too bad?" Jiu Lang asked suspiciously, the swordsman in front of him obviously didn't smell like alcohol.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I only drink three cups of xianlu nectar." Yuxian put down the wine glass with a smile.

so disciplined...

Both the master and the servant were surprised that the young swordsman, who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, couldn't see through it. If it was really a spy, it would be too extravagant.

At this moment, the sky was getting dark, and Yuxian felt the urging eyes of the general who kept turning his head, knowing that there was no time to talk nonsense, so he asked directly: "Master, can I ask a question?"

"Okay." Jiulang had anticipated the problem and didn't shy away from it.

"Why me? Cooking alone should not qualify you to stay."

He is not stupid, in the Warring States period with strict hierarchy, the superiors had the absolute power of life and death, but the dignified young master was giving wine and talking heart-to-heart, logically speaking, willing to eat the food made by Yuzuru is already the supreme honor up.

"Taste, your breath is different from others."

The short black hair was fluttering in the wind, and the white strands mixed with it also swayed, and Miko was smiling.

"What breath?" Yu Xian frowned, could it be that Long Yin's power can judge whether the traverser is successful?

"I don't dislike the special smell anyway." Jiulang seemed to be unable to explain clearly, and then turned and left after nodding his head, with the air of a magic stick.And the wolf also looked at him with great interest, and actually nodded slightly in greeting.