Two-dimensional Wanderer

The boy was completely stunned.

The sun is about to set, and the setting sun is like blood, but it covers the color of blood.

Hell is probably like this.

The bandit raised his knife and slashed at the boy.Yingluo jumped up, hugged the boy and blocked him from behind.

why?

who knows!

But the icy blade did not come, instead it was a low male voice.

"Meeting is fate, hatred has been avenged for you, whether you hate it or regret it, you can't be resurrected from the dead. You are lucky to survive. From now on, please work hard to live!"

The burly man in the white cloak walked farther and farther, and at his feet was the broken body of the last thief.

Are you saved?

Yin Luo closed her eyes.

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Chapter 3 What is fencing?

The severe pain all over his body was biting his body like a wild beast, and Yingluo opened his eyes.

She was lying in the shade of a tree with a pillow made of blood-stained clothes behind her head. Just moving her fingers, she felt like she was about to fall apart.

One after another simple tombs, with dry branches inserted as tombstones, cast mottled and narrow shadows under the setting sun, like a jungle composed of hatred and sadness.

This scene is incredible.

The boy's small figure is in it, covered in mud, his hands are full of blood blisters, some are broken, some are not.

There were three earthbags in front of him, piled with stones, which looked different.

Did this kid bury everyone?

Yingluo was a little surprised, this scene seemed familiar in memory.

But unfortunately, it is too shallow, and it will be dug out by wild dogs in a few days.

The wish is very good, but the practice is too naive.

With this time, why not ask for help?

Or, in order to let others find a home, he would not hesitate to give up his own way of life?

What a fool!

But thank you.

At least I know that after I die, someone will restrain my body.

Yingluo was seriously injured. The bandit's foot injured her internal organs. Coupled with the fight that followed, she was going to drain all the vitality of this thin body.

"Hey, boy!" She didn't know the boy's name yet, maybe said it, but she didn't remember it.

"Sister Yingluo, are you awake?" The boy ran over in surprise.

"How long have I slept?"

"It's been a whole day."

"Idiot? Go to the nearby village to ask for help, do you want me to starve to death?" Yingluo's tone was very dissatisfied.

Tombstone?She doesn't need it, people die like lights go out, it's better to let this fool live.Even if they are captured by human traffickers again, as long as they are alive, there is still hope.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" The five- or six-year-old boy was obviously frightened by Yingluo's tone, but he still asked worriedly: "But the nearest village is also a day's journey, and if I leave, no one can take care of Yingluo. Miss Luo you..."

In the wilderness, a little girl who can't move, a group of mice can shred this delicious food.

What a horrible way to die.

Fear made Ying Luo scolded: "Go away, go to the village to find an adult, I am your savior, you little brat just listen to me!"

She turned her head, for fear of taking another look, she couldn't help begging.

Don't go, don't go, don't go!

Don't want to die, don't want to die, don't want to die!

Tears raged on her face, she was nothing but a ghost.

The boy looked at Ying Luo ignorantly, as if something was wrong, and he couldn't tell.But since Sister Yingluo ordered him to do so, he should do it.If worried, run faster.

Thinking like this, he turned around and ran, but unexpectedly someone behind him slammed into it and sat on the ground.

it hurts.

He raised his head, it was the burly man who saved him and Sister Yingluo yesterday.

"Not only the parents, but also the body of the bandit buried?" the man asked.

"... They are human traffickers. My parents died of cholera last year." The boy replied, "But whether they are human traffickers or bandits, they are just corpses after death."

"What are the three stones?"

"Sister Xia, Sister Qian, and Sister Ying. Although it wasn't long, they all took good care of me. I felt that even if I tried my best, I must protect them, but... they let them sacrifice their lives to protect me."

"So, I think I can at least find some good-looking stones to use as their tombstones, but there are only these nearby, not even flowers..."

The boy lowered his head.

The man stepped forward, pulled the cork from the jug, and poured the crystal clear wine on the stone.

"It's unfortunate to go to heaven without even tasting the wine, these are the sacrifices I gave them!"

"Ah, thank you, may I ask who you are..."

"I know a little bit about swordsmanship, compared to Gu Qingjurou."

"fencing?"

"Son, what's your name?"

"Heart too."

"Too weak, not suitable for a swordsman! From today onwards, you will be called Kenshin!" Kiyojuro Bigu picked up Yingluo, who had passed out in a coma: "I want to teach you my lifelong skills!"

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"Sister Yingluo, here, wipe your face." Jian Xin handed over a warm towel.

"Ah, thank you." Yingluo took it and said, "Didn't I tell you, I'm all right, you don't have to take care of me every day."

Yes, she survived.

He was rescued by a man named Higu Kiyojuro and arranged to recuperate in the gymnasium of Beichen Yidaoliu.

Under the doctor's treatment, Yingluo finally managed to save her life, but Jianxin still took care of her daily life, just like her own sister.

"Today the weather is good, go for a walk."

Lying in bed all day long, she was also tired. Now that her injuries have recovered, she is very quiet and thoughtful.

Beichen Yidaoliu's dojo is not very big.Rather, apart from the fairly spacious dojo, the rest of the houses are nothing but grass huts.

It seems they are not having a good time.

Although it was morning, there were already many people practicing in the dojo, and the shouting and shouting continued, showing a bit of vigor.

"Sister Yingluo, they are using bamboo swords, what are they wearing?" Jianxin asked in confusion.

Isn't that what kendo practice is all about?What's all the fuss about?

"Ha ha ha, Bigu's little apprentice, I haven't seen it before." An old man walked out behind them.

It is Chiba Zhouzuo, the founder of Beichen Yidao Liu, a contemporary swordsman, and the current parents of Yingluo and Jianxin.

No way, food, clothing, and housing are all provided by others, and Yingluo is a little embarrassed.

So she hurriedly bowed: "Hello, Mr. Chiba." By the way, she also pressed Jian Xin's head.

"Don't be so polite, you are Bigu's apprentices, just like my nephew, you don't need to be polite." Qianye Zhouzuo didn't have the air of a swordsman, but smiled like an ordinary farmer.

I'm not Bigu Qingjurou's apprentice, Yingluo laughed dryly, that man took Kenshin as his apprentice, and he was just incidental.

"Swordsmanship, what do you think it is?" Chiba Zhouzuo suddenly asked.

Jianxin replied: "Master said that swordsmanship is a trick to kill people, but I prefer to use it to protect others."

"Oh, is that so?" Qianye Zhouzuo asked Yingluo again before commenting, "Little girl, how about you?"

Do I have to answer too?

Yingluo thought about it for a while, then stretched out his hand: "Swordsmanship is probably just a tool. What it is depends on the hand holding the sword."

"It's not bad, it's really enviable that Bigu has two good apprentices." Qianye Zhouzuo looked very satisfied.

"Although swordsmanship is mostly used for killing, in my eyes, it is not an exaggeration to call it art." Chiba Zhousuo pointed to the dojo: "So I designed bamboo swords and protective gear, and I just hope that people can stop hurting and use swordsmanship. Practice for the goal itself, just as painters practice painting and poets practice writing, rather than risking their lives."

It turns out that the bamboo knife and protective gear were invented by this old man.Sorry, Yingluo's Japanese history is basically zero.

Kenshin was obviously attracted, and he said respectfully: "Your goal will definitely be achieved!"

"Hahaha, then it's your blessing." Chiba Zhouzuo laughed contentedly, and then patted Jianxin's shoulder: "How about it, do you want to go up and play with your hands, don't worry, put on protective gear, just take it It's fun for the kids."

It is indeed a child, Yingluo is seven years old this year, and Jianxin is just six years old.

"This..." Jian Xin hesitated, looking at Ying Luo.

Yingluo has a black line, look at what I do, I'm not from your genre.

Fortunately, Bigu appeared in time, he nodded and said: "Go, swordsmen can't work behind closed doors, they should communicate more with people, don't let Mr. Chiba's good intentions."

"Yes!" Jian Xin responded, eager to try.After all, he is still a child. Now that he has learned swordsmanship, he naturally wants to show it.

Jian Xin was wearing protective gear and holding a bamboo sword. On the opposite side was a child about his age. The two first saluted, and then each took a step back.The opponent was just about to step forward, but was surprised to find that Jianxin's bamboo sword was already on his neck.

"!"

"I, I lost..."

"Oh, as expected of Feitian Yujianliu, it's so fast, it's as beautiful as a star!" Qianye Zhouzuo praised vigorously, but was not ashamed and angry because of his disciple's defeat.