Two-dimensional Wanderer

Auntie was also very embarrassed. She glanced at the samurai with some fear and said, "He really didn't ask for anything, he just stood here and watched... The samurai has a noble status, so he probably wouldn't eat such crude food."

Ying Luo raised her eyebrows, why is this, it's obviously delicious!

Also, why does eating have anything to do with identity?

But before she could come up with a clue, the warrior blushed and said, "No, it's not like that!"

His voice was so loud that it instantly attracted the attention of the people next to him, and they all looked at him.

So he was even more embarrassed, and it became difficult to ride a tiger. In the end, he could only reveal the truth: "Actually, when I was a child, my mother often took me to the street. At that time, when I saw the meatballs, I couldn't walk. You have to eat enough. But when you grow up, you don’t eat much, so…”

"So you've been provoked again, right? You want to eat but you're too embarrassed to speak, right?" Yingluo's balls were ready, she handed a bunch to the warrior: "Nuo, please eat a bunch. "

The samurai was flattered and took it. Although he was embarrassed, he still took a bite out of Yingluo's encouraging gaze, chewed it twice and swallowed it.

"How does it taste?" Yingluo asked curiously.

The samurai turned his head, but before he could speak, tears streamed down his cheeks.

Yingluo was startled, why did she cry after eating a ball?

The aunt was even more panicked and kept saying: "No, I have tried a few after I made it, and the taste is no problem!"

The warrior quickly wiped his tears and explained, "No no no, not because it tastes bad, but because it's so delicious!"

"Too...too delicious?" Auntie was dumbfounded, crying when it was delicious?

The samurai looked at the balls in his hand and showed a happy smile: "The taste of the balls is exactly the same as when I was a child. Why did I give up such delicacies before?"

Probably because of the so-called vanity.

Meatballs are just food for the common people, and they don't match his status as a samurai.

It is not childhood that is lost, but innocence.

But at this moment, he found himself again.

The samurai ate the remaining two balls in two bites, and then said to the aunt: "Give me another ten strings... No, twenty strings! I will make up for all the ones that fell before!"

"Okay, just come!" Seeing that the business is going well, the aunt is also smiling.

"Lord Yingluo, can I also bring my wife and children?" the warrior said suddenly.

What the hell is an adult?Is this person too excited to call it wrong?

Yinluo thought in confusion and asked, "Are you willing to let them come?" The environment here can't be called beautiful.

"Yes!" The samurai replied without hesitation: "I want my children to taste the deliciousness of my childhood."

Passing good things on to the next generation?

"Ha!" Yingluo laughed: "You are such a good father! Go and come back quickly!"

"Yes!"

The samurai walked out in a hurry, was asked by several colleagues, told the whole story, and then everyone unanimously decided to pick up his family.

Joy needs to be shared.

The so-called tradition is to rely on happiness, passed down from generation to generation.

The night of late autumn came very early, but fortunately the bright moon was in the sky, illuminating the earth.

In the place that had been burned by the fire, the flames were burning again.

People sang and danced around the huge bonfire, and although their homes were destroyed by the flames, they were not afraid.Because now the fire is so warm.

Here, samurai and merchants are shoulder-to-shoulder, and expensive sake and low-grade turbid sake are clinking with each other.

The young master with delicate skin and tender meat got together with the stubborn peasant son, and they exchanged white and black steamed buns, only to discover that each has its own delicious taste.

Nothing is absolute.

Kenshin wants to use swordsmanship to cut out a new era.

Bigu always believed that swordsmanship was used to kill people.

Although Kamiya Koshiroro practiced swordsmanship, he created the "living sword", taking not killing as his path.

Kondo Isamu gathered several peerless swordsmen and established the Shinsengumi. He wanted to find a way out and gain attention and status.

For Udo Bae and Uonuma Usui, swordsmanship is just a tool for begging for food.

Xiangle Zongsan has the whole world in his heart, and although he practiced swords, he only regarded it as a means to strengthen his body.

Zhi Zhixiong is really a fighting maniac, but his ambition is not small, and no one knows what will happen in the future.

This is the end of the curtain, and everyone has their own reasons for swinging their swords.

right?wrong?

Yinluo never considered these, because if some things were viewed from different perspectives, the conclusions would be diametrically opposite.

Perhaps, from the time when the right and wrong were to be distinguished, it was already wrong, right?

If it is said that her inhuman body is the benefit of transmigration, and there is absolutely no limit in the body... Then this transcends the vision of right and wrong, and makes the mind have no limit.

I will help and protect those things that I think are beautiful, but if I can't see it, then I'll be out of luck.Since there is no fate, there is nothing to do.

She has never been the savior of the world, she just happened to be at the right time and helped a lot of people.

Yingluo looked at everything in front of her and took a big sip of wine: "Isn't this beautiful now?"

Really nice sight.

It's a thank you gift she did before.

"Snowing!"

I don't know which child shouted, and everyone looked up, and sure enough, snowflakes slowly fell from the sky.

The dark night and the white snow, against the backdrop of the bright moon, appear so poetic.

Yingluo's gourd was filled with wine, and she walked casually as usual. Everyone thought she was going somewhere, but they didn't know that her destination was no longer in Kyoto.

Now that this place has reached Consummation, what else is there to do?

Happiness is good, but it belongs to others.

She also wants her own happiness.

That place, if I remember correctly, is Otsu, right?

With one's own feet, it would take about two or three days to walk.

I don't know how Jianxin's Nine-headed Dragon Flash is doing.

Did Xiaoxun think about herself, I haven't seen her for more than half a year, shouldn't she not know herself?

Ba's words, this time let her make rice for me to eat, I drool just thinking about it.

Yin Luo couldn't help laughing out loud.

This time, let's go back with Kenshin.

No matter what, they are all married, and they always have to take their daughter-in-law back to Bigu to see.

As for what happened next... Yingluo shook his head, the obedient little devil back then is now someone else's husband, so let him go.

The so-called people have their own aspirations, that is.

The most important thing is that family members can't always argue with each other.

Jianxin and Bigu, both of whom are concerned about each other, but they are not willing to speak first, they are a typical pair of big fools!

However, it's quite cute.

Yingluo once again has a new goal.

Bring Jianxin, Ba, Xiaoxun, and go back together. When the time comes, the wine will be paired with the food made by Ba, it must feel very good.

Although simple, this is her happiness.

Happiness is happiness, it has nothing to do with being great or not.

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Wuxiaoli Mountain

"The countryside in early winter is much colder than a city like Kyoto." Yingluo said with a sigh of relief, holding his hand to his lips.

Jianxin's home is near, although the weather is cold, but her heart is hot.

It would be great to go back to Bigu with the Kenshin family to celebrate the New Year.

Well, let's also call the monk An Ci, and the orphans he adopted, let's have a lively New Year together!

Turning around the foot of the mountain, Kenshin's house came into view.

However, there was a man standing at the door, wearing a bamboo hat, looking somewhat familiar from the back.

He seems to be talking to Kenshin.

"Traitor, found."

Jian Xin was taken aback and asked, "Who is it?"

"Yes Ba!"

"What a joke!" Yin Luo heard this and kicked the man to the ground from behind.

"Ba Cai is not that kind of person!" She retorted first, and then asked strangely, "By the way, what's the matter with the traitor?"

"Ying... Yingluo!" The man fell to the ground with a bit of shit, angry that the three corpses jumped violently, got up and was about to do it, but found that the person with black feet was the one he didn't want to see the most, and he was also the one with all the elders. The person that Zhou Fan did not want to see the most.

"Hey, it's you again, Iizuka, right?" Yingluo said impatiently, "How can I always meet you, I'm really haunted!" She couldn't tell why, this person always made her unhappy. .

I don't want to appear in front of you either, if I knew you would come, I wouldn't appear today if you kill me!

Iizuka complained fiercely in his heart, but on the surface he kept a smile on his face.

Even the lord of the domain is helpless, can he not be honest?

He doesn't want to be the second Fukuhara Echigo!

So he hurriedly explained: "It's like this, Feicun is a righteous person who executes Tianzhu, his identity is kept secret, but if someone can ambush him on the road, there must be a traitor and inform. Later, after some investigation by me , this traitor is Shedaiba."

But Yingluo snorted coldly, shook his head and said, "You said yes? I also said you were a spy! This kind of thing is groundless, you need evidence to do it!"