My Weird Life

   Chapter 415 Beheading Rashomon's Strange People (12)

  The distant mountains have only dim outlines under the dim sky,

  The village houses are deserted,

  The road that runs through the village is covered with weeds that have no horses' hoofs.

  More than ten samurai with shaved heads drove their horses, surrounded by the monk in white with the black hat in front, and the monk An Gang on the horse beside the monk, and slowly stepped into this deserted village.

   They chose a fairly complete house with a wider view, dismounted each, and led the horses to an unobtrusive corner to feed.

   Not long after, the dozen or so people gathered in the house,

  The samurai divided the labor among each other,

   Someone is cleaning the house;

   Someone is looking around;

   Someone hides in the dark and becomes a whistle;

  Someone picked up firewood, repaired the firewood stove in the village house, and lit the stove to cook dried fish.

   It looks like a well-trained team.

  An Gang and the monk in white had nothing to do, so they sat opposite each other around the fire.

The monk in white took off the cloak on his head, revealing a thin layer of hair on his head. He put his sword and Zen staff aside, looked at the flames beating in the hearth, and said to An Gang, "Not far ahead is the Jade Mountain. .

   spend a night here,

   It will be a smooth journey to go to Kyoto through the Jade Mountain tomorrow.

  Master An Gang need not worry about anything. "

   Listening to the monk in white, An Gang smiled reluctantly and didn't say much.

  From the time he entered the team where Genji greeted him, he had already noticed some clues, and he felt that it was not a good choice to accompany this team to Heianjing.

   But he is just a swordsman, without force,

   Facing this group of well-trained samurai,

   and the unpredictable monk in front of him, he also put out the idea of ​​running away from the team.

   is now too far away from Boqi country,

   He left the team and was alone in the wilderness, not knowing what to expect.

   Follow these samurai, at least in case of danger, you can use their strength.

   "Mage!"

  The samurai who went to investigate outside walked into the room with his sword on his back.

  Qi knelt down by the fire and greeted the monk in white, but he didn't even look at An Gang, who was sitting opposite the monk, seeing him as nothing.

   This samurai kept the hair on his head,

   He did not comb the 'Tsukidai's head', but tied a stick-shaped bun on his head, which looked different from those of the samurai outside.

   He filled the hearth with a few sticks of firewood,

   said to the monk, "This village should have been a miner's village in the past. I found hammers and chisels needed for mining in several households, but I don't know why they left here."

   "Iron is a very precious thing,

   They left the village without taking these iron tools with them.

   Thinking about it, there should be something imminent, perhaps encountering the food collection team, or encountering a bandit attack. As the monk in white said, he took the iron pot from the stove, put out three wooden bowls, and sprinkled some tea leaves into it.

  Boil water into a bowl,

  The aroma of tea is gently exuded.

   "Please use Tsuna-sama Watanabe."

   "Master An Gang, please use it."

  The monk distributed tea to the two of them, then picked up his own bowl, gently blowing the hot air floating on it, and greeted the two of them.

   "Thank you, Master." An Gang carefully raised the bowl, imitating the monk's style, and blowing the hot air floating on the bowl. It was the first time for him to enjoy precious tea leaves in this simple and natural way.

   Take a small sip of tea,

   That tea fragrance is refreshing,

   It seems that all the troubles of the day have been ironed and cleaned up.

   "It's still delicious tea soup,

  Drinking tea like this is really a waste of time. Tsuna Watanabe took a sip of tea, then frowned and put down the wooden bowl.

   He is still more accustomed to the tea soup made by mixing the powdered tea with various seasonings, and feels that the taste can better reflect the value of the tea leaves.

  An Gang took another sip of tea,

   did not participate in the conversation between the two.

   That 'Watanabe Tsuna' didn't take such a lowly craftsman in his eyes at all,

   Even he forged a supreme sword that could be used by Genji.

   In this way, he didn't want to make fun of himself and look at other people's cold faces.

   As for the white-robed monk 'Hongzheng', he didn't say a word about Tsuna Watanabe's evaluation. Obviously, he didn't agree with Tsunade Watanabe's evaluation, but he didn't bother to argue with this barbarian.

   It was Tsuna Watanabe himself, seeing that Hongzheng ignored him,

  The samurai under his command are busy with their own affairs,

  Sitting here doing nothing, he got bored.

   So he started a topic: "Actually, I prefer drinking than tea!

  When the wine is slightly drunk, if there is a geisha next to her, you can dance with her - the most memorable scene of drinking is on the street next to Suzaku Street,

   My friends and I were drunk in the tavern,

   walked out the door of the tavern,

   saw the moon in the sky very bright,

  The moonlight is like the lining of Miss Oiran, white and flawless, draped over my shoulders, as if there is some fragrance.

   Drunk in the moonlight then,

   I walked a long way to Suzaku Street without realizing it,

   As soon as I woke up from the intoxicated hallucination, I really saw a wonderful woman, walking towards me and greeting me softly - do you know who that wonderful woman is? "

   Watanabe Tsuna looked at Hongzheng, and then at An Gang,

   Waiting for the answer from the two.

  Hongzheng's eyebrows moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

   So Watanabe Tsuna focused his attention on An Tsuna, stared at him,

   As if he didn't answer the question, he just kept staring at him like this.

  An Gang pursed his lips and sighed silently in his heart.

   He really didn't expect that the person who used Onikiri to cut off an arm of "Rashomon's Trick" was actually the barbarian in front of him. This person destroyed all his beautiful imaginations of the majestic and magnificent legend of ghosts and gods.

   "I want to come,

   That wonderful woman must be Ibaraki-doji - Rashomon's trick, right? "An Gang couldn't resist the pressure of Watanabe Tsuna's eyes, so he had to say.

"Ha ha!

you guessed right!

   is the Rashomon trick!

   At that time, Onikiri was still on my waist, and I saw the young woman in front of me now, which was very different from when I looked at her in the last second—it seemed to be more beautiful and charming!

   Then a warning wakes up in my heart,

   Pulled out Onikiri on the waist,

   One knife cut off one of its arms!

It hissed on the spot and turned into a city gate burning with dark green ghost fire in front of my eyes. When I was about to draw my sword and cut it again, the city gate was surrounded by ghost fire and flew away all of a sudden..." Watanabe Tsunade danced and said, and kept gesturing.

   he spoke,

  The audience was absent-minded.

   Therefore, after talking about his heroic deeds, Tsuna Watanabe shook his head with little interest, looked at the dark night outside the door, and sighed: "If today can be like that night,

  You can drink a little drunk,

   It would be great to behead a Li Wei,

   It’s a beautiful thing to have that much…”

  An Gang's lips twitched, but he didn't speak.

  Hongzheng raised his head at this moment and said slowly: "You and I have the 'Half Letter Ghost Armor' and can face Li Wei, but ordinary warriors and Mr. An Gang have to face Li Wei and Wei Yun with their bodies.

   met a fierce monster,

  For us, I'm afraid it's not a beautiful thing,

   is more likely to ruin the master's event! "

   He took out his master's name,

   Watanabe Tsuna scratched his head, not daring to brag.

  qi got up and mumbled, "I'll go to the thatched hut."

   turned and hurriedly left the house with his sword on his back.

   outside the house,

  The moon is bright,

   Just like the night he slaughtered an arm of the Rashomon Trickster.

  Unfortunately there is no drink tonight,

   also did not care about the geisha oiran who accompanied him.

   "I really want to live up to this beautiful moonlight..." Watanabe Tsuna looked up at the moon, sighed silently, and went to the toilet of the residential house, hanging the sword and unbuttoning his clothes.

  In the pitch-black thatched hut, there was the sound of water dripping.

   After a while,

   He fastened his belt,

   reached out and groped in the darkness on one side, grabbing the sword he was hanging on.

   When swiping with one hand for the first time,

   did not touch anything.

   The second time he touched the wooden board of the toilet wall,

the third time,

   He held a soft, cold palm.

hand? !

   Watanabe Tsuna's heart was agitated—

  I immediately want to take my palm back!

   He slammed hard—I didn’t expect that the soft palm didn’t stop him in the slightest, and let go of the hand that held him—so that he couldn’t hold back his strength, staggered, and slammed into a ‘wall’ behind him!

   That wall is not the wooden toilet wall texture he imagined,

   is a soft, flesh-like touch.

The moment    hit the wall with his back,

  The sound of rustling sounded in the darkness,

follow closely,

   A lamp was lit before him.

  A pair of pale palms, extending from the weird texture formed by the inlaid and weaving of countless arms, held up an oil lamp!

   Those countless pairs of arms are layered on top of each other, extending upwards, as if there is no end!

The soft squirming behind Watanabe Tsuna, his heart agitated, suddenly turned sideways, turned to look at the 'wall' behind him that was supposed to be the wooden wall of the latrine - he saw that the heads were stacked behind him, which was originally a latrine the location of the wall,

   Layers of human heads, blinking grey-white eyes, keep building upwards!

   On all sides of him, there are such 'walls' made of stacked limbs,

   Even at Tsuna Watanabe's feet, there is an oval, wriggling placenta!

   He saw what was under his feet,

   Feel the touch of both feet being engulfed by the placenta,

   The whole person's hair is standing up!

   is surrounded on all sides,

   Even his feet turned into such a terrifying situation, Tsuna Watanabe had nowhere to run for a while!

  He looked up at the 'passage' surrounded by four walls of flesh and blood,

   unexpectedly saw,

The    channel is at the top,

   In the sky, the moon is bright,

   Like the silky, snow-white lining of an oiran shirt,

   exudes a charming fragrance.

   At this moment, Tsuna Watanabe did not hesitate at all, grabbed the palm extending from the wall and the hair on the top of the head with both hands, and climbed up to the top round of white moonlight!

   Outside the toilet,

   Everything is the same.

  The sound of the water stopped after a while.

  'Watanabe Tsuna' pushed open the wooden door of the latrine, strode out of it, and greeted the samurai guarding the gate of the house with a laugh.

   house interior,

   was placed on the Zen staff by Hongzheng,

   Those embellished bells suddenly sounded without wind!

   (end of this chapter)