Swallow Back

He sat back and picked up the bowl to eat.

On the other hand, the old man who owned the shop heard this and kindly persuaded him: "This eldest sister, is she going to work in the castle town of Hengshan City? Be careful, I heard that there have been two or three widows missing recently."

The woman didn't care when she heard this, she shook her head and said: "I have inquired around here, and there is also a store in that place that hires laundry workers for 33 yuan a day, and the other places can give you 28 yuan at most. I'm afraid I'm going too late." , they were already full, so they went on the road in the rain. As for the missing two widows... What's the big deal in this world? Maybe they eloped with a good friend!"

The old man was silent for a while, and then persuaded: "I heard from you just now that there are three children at home! If something happens to you, what will they do in the future?"

The woman smiled bitterly and said, "If I stay at home and don't come out to work, they will have no future and will starve to death this year!"

At this time, the bald-headed strong man grabbed two mouthfuls of fragrant white rice with small fish and tofu, chewing and complaining: "You old guy, you are really too timid. It's okay to be timid, and you have to stop him. Making money from others? According to the poor monk, this female donor is more like a man than you."

The old man pouted quietly, was too lazy to say more, lowered his head and continued to tend the fire.

The woman, on the other hand, frowned and looked at the rain that never stopped outside the window, and said anxiously: "33 cents a day, there must be many people rushing to do it. No matter what, we must make it before tonight."

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The rain in spring comes and goes quickly.

It was still pattering at noon, and soon the sun was shining brightly again.

The mud on the ground won't go away for a while.But the working people who are rushing to survive have already set foot on the journey.

The woman who still had the charm, silently wrapped her turban, pushed open the firewood door and walked out, hurried westward, not wanting to delay for a moment.

The bald-headed strong man with the big money also left on his front and back feet, leaving two natto in a plate and a sip of wine in a small can too lazy to eat.As he walked, he muttered to himself: "Last month, the poor monk won too much in Meinong, and if he goes back, he will be disliked by the casino. Hehe, try your luck in Omi first."

The shabby and cramped dormitory has returned to peace.

In the afternoon, it is not easy to do business.We have to wait until it is close to dark in the evening, and then there will be passengers who have delayed their trips to stay for dinner and accommodation.

The old man watching the shop was not in a hurry, got up slowly, cleaned up the empty tableware and chopsticks, smoothed the messy haystack, and then leisurely returned to the fire, stretched his legs and sat down, cautiously. He put the rest of the natto from the guests into his mouth and served it with the bottomless wine in the small jar. He squinted his eyes and chewed it carefully. At the same time, he hummed the untuned folk song softly, showing happiness and contentment on his face. expression.

I could vaguely hear it, and it seemed to be sang words such as "please leave office", "beheaded at the third level", "promoted to family elder" and "marry the princess".

The old man was just a farmer who gradually stopped wielding his hoe and came to see the shop to use his residual heat.

But perhaps in this unknown ballad, he can think that he is a swordsman with unparalleled martial arts skills, a swordsman who is unparalleled in the world, who can slay demons and slay demons, and enjoy the grand treatment of his superiors. Every time he does something, he is either sealed with a thousand stones of knowledge and action, or rewarded with gold. Hundred liang, when I got home, on the left is a well-educated and sensible wife, and on the right is a loyal and docile Xiaojiabiyu side room.

Who knows?

……

On the muddy path, the woman flung her feet away desperately in front of the road, while the bald and brawny man walked in the back.

But the distance between the two has always remained the same.

This is mainly because women are short and bald men are much taller than ordinary people.The former is two steps away, and the latter may be able to cross it in one step.

Hanging so close and not far, there is no good intention to look at it.

There was no fear on the woman's face, but she looked a little restless.Passing through the inaccessible wilderness between the villages, I walked forward without stopping, and at the same time, I turned back and glared, but I accidentally stepped on the oily mud and almost fell.

The bald man didn't do any obvious evil, he just shook his head and shook his head, followed behind, and shouted with a smile: "Female benefactor, don't be afraid, don't worry! There are often patrols of the Oda family around here, five people One group, back and forth several times a day, no thieves come and go. As for the poor monk, don’t worry. The poor monk is actually not interested in the elderly. Women have passed seventeen or eighteen... No, after fifteen Not so much. The female benefactor looks at your age, I'm afraid you are 25 at least?"

The woman stepped on the stones and weeds by the side of the road, rubbing the mud off the soles of her shoes, ignoring the sound of molesting behind her, and continued to walk with her head down.

The bald man didn't take it seriously, and still had nothing to say, so he opened his mouth and said, "The Hengshan City area is familiar to poor monks. The benefactor just said in the shop that there are 33 cents a day for laundry workers. Which business is it?" Let the poor monk listen to it, and help the benefactor check it out to see if it is reliable."

The woman rolled her eyes, didn't respond, and continued to walk forward.

Suddenly, at the fork in front of the road, a group of fully armed men and horses appeared.

The first one was probably a samurai with a long sword, and the four behind seemed to be Ashakaru holding a long spear. Judging from the flag decoration, they belonged to the soldiers of the Oda family.

This is the "Patrol" I just said.

The woman hurried out of the way, planning to run to the grass next to her to avoid it.

But it may have been a little sprained when he slipped and fell, and it seemed like he was hit by some hidden weapon. In short, he walked in a hurry and suddenly lost his strength and staggered a step.She subconsciously reached out and grabbed the weeds on the side of the road, but unexpectedly broke the roots, and threw out a piece of muddy water, which splashed on the oncoming warrior.

The samurai with the knife was instantly furious, pointed at the woman and shouted, "This person is suspicious, take it down for me!"

The four Zu Qing said "yes!" in a neat and tidy manner, and then went forward to arrest someone.

The woman was shocked and shook her head and waved her hands desperately, but she was so nervous that she couldn't speak.

At this moment, the bald-headed man stepped forward with a big smile and said, "Isn't this Mr. Imamura from the Oda family? It's you on patrol today? That's really hard work!"

The warrior wearing the long sword looked up and down, and suddenly said, "It turned out to be Zen Master Shanxiang."

Then he showed a distressed look and said: "Hey, I was unlucky last time, and I still owed the Zen master two hundred pennies. Today, I happened to have no money with me, so it's not easy..."

The bald-headed strong man immediately shook his head again and again: "Did you remember it wrong? It's obviously the poor monk who owes Lord Imamura two hundred wen due to his bad luck."

After he finished speaking, he dug into his arms for a long time, took out a small silver nugget, and handed it over respectfully.

The samurai known as "Imamura-sama" expressed doubts: "Am I wrong?"

The bald-headed strong man nodded again and again with great certainty: "That must be true!"

"So it is." The samurai took the silver nuggets happily.Then he frowned and said, "The silver nugget of Zen master is probably worth two hundred forty or fifty cents. I didn't bring this change today..."

The bald-headed man immediately put on a displeased gesture: "Make a friend, what are you looking for? Imamura-sama said that, it's too outlandish!"

The samurai said apologetically: "Yes, I am so familiar with the Zen master, it would be too outlandish to give change."

The bald-headed man nodded with a smile, and then extended his hand as if casually: "This female donor happens to be a friend of the poor monk. What happened just now..."

The samurai suddenly realized, and then immediately shook his head: "It was a misunderstanding just now! I just threw a little sludge on me, just go back and wash it, it's alright, it's alright!"

The bald man smiled without saying a word.

Then the samurai waved his hand and continued patrolling with the four Shigaru.

After walking away in an instant, I vaguely heard words like "Brothers can drink some good wine today".

The woman finally breathed a sigh of relief, knelt down and bowed in the grass, and solemnly saluted: "It was really thanks to the presence of the master just now!"

At this time, there is kindness, and the attitude is completely different.

The bald-headed strong man waved his hand: "The poor monk is a monk, and he is compassionate, not to mention!"

The woman let out a long sigh, and said again: "The master just waived the debt of two hundred wen, and bought it with silver grains worth 250 wen, didn't that... didn't that cause you to lose four or five hundred wen? Please trouble master Tell me the address, I will work harder and return it as soon as possible.”

The strong bald man smiled and said, "Actually, meat compensation is also fine! The poor monk really only liked little girls in the past, but when he met the female benefactor, he felt that it was not bad."

The woman's expression changed immediately, she stood up and took two steps back, and said decisively: "Although the master is kind, this joke is not allowed."

The strong bald man approached slowly and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the temple where the poor monk placed orders has no taboos, and even the abbot has married a wife and gave birth to a child. Didn't the female donor say in the shop just now that there are twenty , I'm going to sleep at someone else's house tonight. The poor monk can still take out twenty thousand dollars. As for the three dolls of the female benefactor, it is not difficult to arrange the future."

The woman stepped back again and again, and said categorically, "No! No! I was just joking, it's not true!"

Hearing this, the bald-headed strong man showed regret on his face, but he still asked unwillingly, "I really don't want to?"

The woman shook her head decisively and said, "Master, forgive me! I just want to raise the children, I don't want to find anyone else."

The bald-headed strong man nodded and sighed, and then raised his head, his expression changed greatly, his face was full of evil smirks, and he said in a venomous voice: "Since the soft is not good, the poor monk can only be hard!"

After he finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves, bent down and picked up a bowl-sized stone on the side of the road, took a breath, gave a low drink, squeezed it hard, and broke the stone into two pieces. No? Is your head as hard as this rock?"

The woman screamed, turned and ran.

The bald-headed and strong man took no hassle, strode to catch up, stretched out his hand and grabbed the woman's arm.

The woman struggled desperately, but the difference in strength was too great to be of no avail.She burst into tears in an instant and cried, "You evil monk, even if you forcibly succeeded, I will curse you for the rest of your life!"

Seeing this bald-headed strong man suddenly restrained his lewd and lewd look, he turned to nod his head seriously and said, "It is indeed a rare widow who does not want to marry again. Don't worry, it was just a test just now. The poor monk only asked the female benefactor to help for a few days. I will send the female benefactor back, and I will also give you a gift."

The woman seemed at a loss as if listening to a scripture from heaven.

The bald-headed man didn't say much, he stretched out his hand and covered the woman's mouth, posing to forcibly take it away.

At this time, suddenly, out of nowhere, a pale blade light lit up.

The bald-headed strong man's face changed greatly, but before he could make any action, he was stabbed with a knife on his left and right shoulders.

His arms were sore and unable to do anything, the woman took advantage of the situation to escape.

Then the tip of the blade stopped at the throat of the bald man.

All I saw was a tall and vigorous warrior, with a long body and a jade stand, holding a sword in one hand, resting on the neck of a strong bald man, his complexion as plain as water, relaxed and freehand.

What's even more irritating is that there is also a beautiful girl in red with a beautiful appearance and a moon-like appearance.

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Needless to say.

The woman who used her body as a bait was Ningning, the wife of Tokichiro Kinoshita, the lord of Yokoyama Castle.

And the samurai lurking on the side is the incomparable Sasaki Liuyun.He also had Saeko by his side as a helper.

They investigated the area for two or three days, relying on Madam Ningning's natural spiritual power perception and clever analytical mind to figure out some clues, and then set up traps to catch the suspect.

The bald-headed strong man was stabbed in both shoulders, blood was flowing, and a sharp blade was placed on his neck. His face was bloodless, and he lost his mind. already."

Liu Yun smiled, holding the knife without answering.

The bald-headed strong man glanced sideways cautiously, and asked again in doubt, "Could it be the famous Sasaki Liuyun recently?"

Liu Yun was a little surprised: "So I'm very famous recently?"

The strong bald man shook his head bitterly and said, "It's not just famous! Takeda, Asai, Asakura, Miyoshi, Yixiangzong... Many people will tremble when they hear your name."

Liu Yun couldn't help but tease: "But I haven't seen you shaking now?"

The strong bald man smiled bitterly: "The poor monk may be more courageous."

Liu Yun nodded in agreement: "With the knife on the neck, you can still chat calmly, you monk, there is indeed something extraordinary. Sure enough, you are the culprit who robbed the widow!"

The bald-headed strong man snorted lightly, turned his face away, and said angrily: "Sasaki Liuyun, who is so famous, actually attacked the poor monk, it's really unconvincing! So even if he beheaded, the poor monk will never say anything. ."

Liu Yun didn't care about this, but smiled: "Of course I can't tell if I cut my head off. But maybe I'll cut off a finger first, shave an ear, then dip some salt water, drip honey, and put some ants... "

When he said this, he quietly used the "power of bewitching", which greatly enhanced his appeal.

Hearing this, the bald-headed strong man couldn't help shaking his body, but his tongue still refused to give in. He gritted his teeth and continued: "Even if there is torture, the poor monk will not accept it, and he will not say anything! What is the skill of ambush and sneak attack?"

This guy's will is very strong, the bewitching power of the red hook, when used on him, is like a rock sinking into the sea, and only a little wave is stirred.

At this time, the man standing next to him showed disdain, and said with contempt: "You monk, even if you compete in the dojo, you are not the enemy of the master."

The bald-headed man was immediately excited, raised his head and shouted loudly: "Your Excellency, how about taking the sword first, how about a fair and fair contest with the poor monk? If the poor monk still loses, he will obey all orders, and he will definitely know everything."

Liu Yun couldn't help sneering: "It's really wishful thinking."