Two-dimensional Wanderer

"That's the stream." Jian Xin said, "Sister Yingluo, you are drunk."

Can't tell the difference between wine and water.

"Stupid apprentice!"

Kiyojuro Bigu looked at the bright moon in the sky, holding a wine cup in his hand.

"The night cherry blossoms in spring, the starry sky in summer, the full moon in autumn, and the white snow in winter are delicious enough to be accompanied by such beautiful scenery. As for whether it is wine or not, don't care at all. If drinking is as bland as water, it must be a drinker. There is a problem."

He raised his head to drink dry wine with a satisfied expression on his face, and then handed the wine cup to Yingluo: "Let me also taste this mountain and forest fine wine."

Yingluo filled him with a smile and added: "There are people who are worthy of cherishing as company, and it is also the best choice for wine!"

She and Bigu looked at each other and smiled, touched the wine cups lightly, and drank the sweet and bitter 'wine' together.

"Kim Sum, the most important thing in drinking is not the taste, but the emotion. It's not the drink that makes me indulge, but the time at the moment. One day, you will also understand the deliciousness of the wine. Then, let's have a good time with the wine. !"

……

When he woke up the next day, Jian Xin had already left, and Bi Gu sat in front of the kiln, watching the burning firewood, silent.Scarlet sawdust fluttered in the air, but it burned up quickly, turned into gray dust, and fell on him.

Even her hair was covered with a layer, as if she had given birth to silky white hair.

Bigu is almost 30 years old, but his face is still the same as that of his early twenties, which is no different from when we first met seven years ago.

But today, this eternally-looking monster finally has a hint of old age.

Even if he kept calling the stupid apprentice, he was still in his heart.

Men, no matter how old they are, they can't learn to express their feelings.

Yingluo started to pack up and then stood in front of Bigu.

"Are you going too?"

"Ah."

Bigu was silent for a while: "Alright, the swordsman always has to go out for a bit, don't fall into the reputation of Feitian Yujianliu."

Yingluo asked with a smile: "Why, have you finally admitted that I am your disciple?"

"You always have been!"

Yingluo was choked for a moment, this man is really not cute at all!

But she still mercifully gave the man a hug.

"I will come back with Kenshin. Before that, take care of yourself!"

"master!"

Kiyojuro Bigu didn't move, insisting on his last dignity, watching Yingluo's retreating back, suddenly smiled.

To have such an apprentice is really a blessing for Sansheng.The so-called master's dignity?Not that kind of thing!

I will wait for you to come back. Then, let's enjoy the moon together.

The wine brewed with time will definitely be more mellow!

The wood was put into the furnace, and the kiln fire burned more and more fiercely. Kiyojuro Bigu stood there, feeling the warmth.

……

Kenshin was sitting in an izakaya, with a few pots of makgeolli on the table, and a pickled radish as a snack.He held the glass in one hand and threw the sword in the other.

I don't know when it started, the wine became as bland and tasteless as water, replaced by a bloody smell that became heavier and heavier on my hands, and I couldn't wash it off no matter how I washed it.

"In order to create a new world, the old world must be destroyed! For the new era, can you kill people?" Katsura Kogoro, the magnate of the Changzhou domain, once asked him.

"...If it is for the happiness of the world, even if my sword is stained with blood, I will not hesitate!"

So the executioner Pulled the Sword Zhai was born, and in one year, countless ministers died in his hands.

But can murder really usher in a new era?

If so, please tell him a number, how many more people must be killed to create a world where no one is killed?

Sister Yingluo really came after her.

He was afraid and wanted to run away immediately, not because of fear, but because of shame.

The girl is still like the bright sunshine, but he is already a ghost in hell, just seeing her sight, the skin feels like a burning pain.

He is no longer qualified to enjoy the warmth of the sun!

The injury on the chest looked serious, but it didn't reach the level of "breaking two or three ribs", which was probably another joke she was trying to scare herself.

As gentle as always... But I hope you can teach me a hard lesson.

Jian Xin drank the last drink, and a faint fragrance came from the tip of his nose.

White plum fragrance.

In the izakaya sat a gentle and elegant woman with a purple oil-paper umbrella at her feet, sipping the wine in the cup.

The men looked at her with admiration, as if they had gained peace from her.

Jian Xin's face was warm for a while, he touched it with his hand, and the wound on his face oozes blood again.

"If the wound is full of the resentment of the deceased, it will not heal easily, because there are evil spirits entangled in it." Mr. Iizuka said.

Goblin?

Coincidentally, so am I!

Kenshin held up his umbrella and walked into the pouring rain.

There was no one on the narrow street, and there was only the sound of rain in the dark night.

He stopped, a trace of murderous aura wandering around.

Suddenly, the chained scythe pierced the rain and attacked him mercilessly.

Turning to the side, the umbrella was cut in half and fell to the ground. The heavy rain poured on him, bringing the bone-chilling cold of late autumn.

New team?

Jian Xin looked at the guy in the night clothes... No, like me, he was an executioner!

Use assassins against assassins?

But how do you know my whereabouts?

Jian Xin has no fear, until he sees the new era, his sword will not stop, and people will not fall.

No one can kill him!

The two rushed towards each other fiercely, and Jian Xin slashed through the rain curtain with a sharp knife, but the other party was clearly prepared, but turned around and jumped onto the roof, wrapping a thick iron chain around his body.

Lock sickle?A very partial weapon, is it designed to block my speed?

He couldn't move, couldn't even raise his hand, let alone swing a knife.

The assassin's killing intent was no longer concealed, and he jumped from the roof with a short knife.

"Die, draw the knife fast!"

Knowing my title is a planned assassination.

My identity leaked!

With a flick of his wrist, Jian Xin held the knife in his hand, avoiding the sharp blade that was coming, and he could even feel the stinging pain of the cold blade cutting through his hair.Then he twisted his body, and the long knife in his hand stabbed into the opponent's body with great speed. With the help of gravity, he sliced ​​the opponent into two pieces with one knife from the shoulder to the lower abdomen.

The blood of the big pendant flew into the air, and was splashed on the street together with the rain.The warm blood exudes a colder than the rain.

"Haha, haha!" Jian Xin began to gasp for breath at this moment, but he was surprised to smell a hint of white plum fragrance again.

He looked up, and the woman in the izakaya was standing in front of him, expressionless.Although he was holding an umbrella, he was still splashed with the assassin's blood. There were also a few blood beads on his white porcelain face, which were smudged under the rain and fell down his cheeks like a tear of blood.

Saw her! ?

Want to... Silence?

Kenshin's hand holding the sword tightened.

The woman suddenly spoke, and she said word by word: "You..."

"real……"

"Can call..."

"What a bloody storm!"

Jian Xin was stunned, then stepped forward abruptly and raised his hand, but there was no sword in his hand.

The woman fainted and fell into Jian Xin's arms.

The executioner who had killed countless people threw away his weapon inexplicably, and even he was surprised.

Subconsciously, I don't want to kill anymore.

This is probably fate.

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Chapter 8 Fight

Ogiya, which appears to be a hotel in Kyoto on the surface, is actually the stronghold of the reformers of the Changzhou domain.

The proprietress is a woman in the middle of the year. She doesn't talk much, and she always looks indifferent to foreign affairs.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a loud knock on the door.

The proprietress opened the door, and the sound of rain came in, along with a reformist named Feicun Jianxin, and a comatose woman on her back.

The bloody smell is mixed with a faint white plum fragrance.

"Madam, please prepare a room." Jian Xin said seriously.

"You Changzhou Fan are really busy." The proprietress let Jian Xin come in, and said slightly mockingly: "In addition to killing people, is bringing women back to usher in a new era?"

Jian Xin did not answer, but repeated his request: "Please prepare the room quickly!"

The proprietress ignored him and walked inward with her eyes closed: "It's full now, there are no vacancies at all, and I'm not a hotel for men and women to meet."

"..."

Jianxin stood there, and he also knew that this was a stronghold that needed to be kept secret, and not everyone could stay.But what now?Throw this woman back in the rain?