After more than three months, Yingluo returned to Kyoto again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She left with Kaoru-chan, but when she came back, there were three people, herself, Echigo Fukuhara, and Sojiro Seda.

They represent the present, the past and the future.

She herself is now, and her life principle is to live in the moment.

Fukuhara Echigo, on the other hand, is the dregs of the old times that need to be cut off mercilessly.

Although Sojiro Seta is an ignorant child, he represents the future and hope.

As the saying goes, it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read 10,000 books, and Yingluo feels that this journey has gained a lot.

I have seen the scenery of various places, and I have also fought against rare masters.

It's hard work, but now I'm full of satisfaction.

Yingluo looked at Fukuhara Echigo, whose face was like ashes, and his eyes became cold!

Only ...... are left One last thing!

"Let's go, I'll show you around Kyoto. Yingluo's words changed: "I will also let you see the good things you have done!"

Fukuhara Echigo's cold sweat immediately soaked his back, his whole body trembled like chaff, his feet were weak, and he sat on the ground.

Ying Luo showed a disgusted expression, and said disdainfully: "I thought you would die with righteousness and generosity, but now this appearance is worthy of the name of the Restoration!"

Sojiro Seta didn't know what was going on, but he was a smart kid and didn't rush up to help the other party, but carefully hid behind Eiroku.

Seeing Fukuhara Echigo lying on the ground like a dead dog, Ying Luo snorted coldly, his eyes looked at him, and then the essence flashed, Fukuhara Echigo only felt a shock in his head, and the whole person stood up uncontrollably.

He looked frightened and asked in a panic, "You, what did you do?"

Yingluo replied: "It's just a prescription for the heart, it's really useful for a guy like you who is weak in spirit!" After speaking, she waved her hand and said, "Keep up!"

The trio entered Kyoto.

The once bustling streets are deserted, with blackened wood residues piled up in the corners, and traces of smoke on the walls can be faintly seen. Although there was no smell of corpses in the air, there were many more beggars who were not ghosts or ghosts, and they exuded the same unpleasant smell.

These beggars, men and women, young and old, disabled or disfigured by the fire, huddled in dark corners like the demons of hell.

They were survivors of the Great Fire of Kyoto.

Lucky survivors...... But it's just as unfortunate.

I lost my home and loved ones, and my body was still disabled, and maybe I was lucky to die at that time.

In this era, there is no so-called "humanitarian aid", and what awaits them is still death.

The Great Fire of Kyoto has not yet been extinguished, and people still suffer from its flames every day.

Sojiro Seta was so frightened that he firmly grasped the hem of Yingluo's clothes and didn't dare to leave a single step.

"Scared?" Yingluo asked.

Sojiro nodded.

Yingluo touched his head and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, they are all very kind people." As she spoke, she pointed to an old man in the corner who had lost his left arm and said, "That's Mr. Kinoshita, he used to be a well-known craftsman, and he always had a long queue in front of his stall!"

Then she pointed to another middle-aged woman with a large burn on her face and a terrifying face, and said: "That's Aunt Futian, she is very good at taking care of pregnant women and newborns on weekdays, and many newlywed women come from thousands of miles to ask for advice. ”

"And him, a carpenter......"

"She's the owner of the flower shop!"

"He's a coachman, he's a fast runner. ”

"Her female popularity is very powerful......"

Yingluo said as he walked, like a few treasures.

Because these people were saved by her.

"So, there's no need to be afraid. Eiro said to Sojiro, "Although they look terrible on the outside, they are not actually evil. On the contrary, some people have handsome faces and gorgeous clothes, and they may be jackals that eat people and do not spit out bones. Sojiro, I don't ask you to understand people's hearts, but I hope you don't judge people by their looks in the future. Look more, think more, and then make up your mind, okay?"

Sojiro's expression calmed down a lot, and he nodded: "Hmm!"

Yingluo smiled and touched his head: "Good boy." Then he took out his money bag and said to him, "Go and buy some steamed buns, since you have seen them, you can't sit idly by, it may not help much, but at least it will save them from starvation." ”

Sojiro took the money bag and ran fast, and after a while he came back with a large bag of steaming steamed buns.

"Go and give it to them. Yingluo encouraged: "Don't be afraid!"

Sojiro swallowed his saliva, and although he was apprehensive, he walked over cautiously. He was an introverted child, and he couldn't even speak, but he just stuffed the steamed bun in front of Mr. Kinoshita's face in a daze.

Mr. Kinoshita raised his head, although he was hungry, but he forcibly said, "Go, go, do you really treat the old man as a beggar?"

He wasn't a beggar, he just had nothing, just like a beggar.

Sojiro still didn't speak, just stubbornly handed over the steamed bun.

Mr. Kinoshita smiled bitterly and said, "You kid, don't you understand?" I thank you, but I don't know how to eat white food. ”

Sojiro was a little anxious, but he didn't know what to do, his eyes were full of anxiety, and then he looked behind him for help.

Yingluo walked up and said to Mr. Kinoshita with a smile: "This is not a white food, it should be regarded as a deposit for the sugar man in the future." ”

Mr. Kinoshita raised his eyes and showed a little joy: "It turned out to be you, a girl, who ran out for so long, but you are willing to come back?" After speaking, he shook his head lonely, looked at his empty left arm, and said helplessly: "It's a pity, now I can't pinch the candy man anymore, I understand your kindness." ”

"How can it not be helped?"

Mr. Kinoshita's face darkened, and he said with some annoyance: "I have no left hand, I am a cripple, are you knowingly asking?"

Yingluo retorted: "Isn't there still a right hand?"

"How to pinch a candy man with one hand!"

"Try it! How do you know if you don't try?" Yingluo handed him a steamed bun and said, "After eating the steamed bun, if you have the strength, try it!"

Mr. Kinoshita was stunned, looking at the hot steamed buns in front of him, but unconsciously shed two lines of old tears.

Sojiro was startled, and hurriedly reached out to help him wipe it, but he didn't want to be grabbed by him.

The only remaining right hand was as dry as wood and as black as coal.

But powerful and calm.

"I'll try!" Mr. Kinoshita said firmly, then took a bite of the steamed bun and said, "I owe you a sugar man!"

The voice was slurred, perhaps because his mouth was stuffed with food, but Yingluo preferred to believe that it was choked with excitement.

Hawkers, taking care of the face of the elderly, she won't expose it.

Mr. Kinoshita, while nibbling on the steamed bun, patted Sojiro's arm and shoulder, and said in surprise, "The little guy has wide shoulders and long hands, and at first glance he is a natural craftsman." Why, would you like to be my apprentice?"

Craftsmen, skilled people in their hands.

In this case, the swordsman counts as well.

Yingluo hurriedly said: "Don't, this little guy is my first fancy!"

"Hey, you girl is a thief!" Mr. Kinoshita said, "but it's okay, in this world, learning swordsmanship is much more useful than pinching candy." After speaking, he turned his head and shouted: "All come out, all come out, Yingluo girl is back, and she brought food!"

The people who were originally huddled in the corner rushed out one after another, surrounded Yingluo, first greeted him, and then rushed to Sojiro, or the steamed bun in Sojiro's hand.

Yingluo couldn't cry or laugh, and quipped: "You're welcome now!"

Mr. Kinoshita said with a straight face and arrogantly, "Hey, what's polite with your own child?" As soon as he finished speaking, the two laughed at the same time.

"When I come back, I will think of a way for everyone, at least I must have food and clothing. Yingluo said.

"Well, you have to bother more. Mr. Kinoshita did not refuse: "We old guys don't care, at least let those children live." ”

Yingluo shook his head and said firmly: "Live!"

"Both...... Will you live?" Mr. Kinoshita let out a long sigh, but still nodded, "Well, all live!"

Yingluo turned his head and said to Fukuhara Echigo, "See, what you're thinking about is how to get more power, and we just want to live." But such a simple wish should not be ruthlessly shattered by you. ”

The color on Fukuhara Echigo's face changed drastically, but he was speechless.

If it had been before, he would not hesitate at all to say that he would die generously for his ideals. But he was kidnapped by Yingluo and came to Kyoto, and seeing that his life was not long in coming, he realized how precious it was to be "alive".

"Right...... I'm sorry!" Maybe it was sincere remorse, or maybe it was for the sake of survival, Fukuhara Echigo lowered his once proud head.

Yingluo had no mercy: "What you need is not an apology, but atonement!"

Fukuhara Echigo's face turned pale.

Mr. Kinoshita didn't know the inside story, but he just saw Fukuhara Echigo's age, but he was reprimanded by Yingluo, so he kindly persuaded: "Girl, why don't you give up on him, can't you say anything well?" After speaking, he asked strangely: "Who is this person?"

Yingluo glanced at everyone, and then said the answer flatly: "This person's name is Fukuhara Echigo, he is one of the elders of the Choshu Domain, and the Kyoto fire was designed and planned by him!"

The air suddenly fell silent.

Even the people who were talking and laughing all over their heads were like being immobilized, and they stood there one by one, and they didn't even feel the steamed buns in their hands when they landed.

Until...... Mr. Kinoshita burst into flames, his eyes were red, and he shouted: "Dog thief, take your life!"

Then countless voices rang out at the same time.

"Dog thief, come here!"

Good people become evil spirits in an instant.

Although they were physically disabled, and although they hadn't eaten enough for several days, at this moment, they exuded a terrifying momentum and rushed over like an army of hundreds of trains!

Fukuhara Echigo's crotch was dripping wet, this is not murderous, but the madness of tearing off a piece of meat knowing that he can't kill him!

Is this really the submissive untouchables?

Didn't they just shout and get on their knees?

Why are you like a hungry wolf now?

Am I going to die here?

Fukuhara Echigo was full of despair, but he didn't want a figure to stand in front of him.

It's Yingluo.

"Get out of the way, girl!" said Mr. Kinoshita, gritting his teeth.

Yingluo shook his head and looked at everyone: "Do you believe me?"

"What are you going to do?"

"He's going to die, but not now!"

Mr. Kinoshita's eyes turned red, and he asked fiercely, "You want to protect him?"

"No, I'm not going to protect him. Yingluo replied, "But he can't die yet!"

"Isn't that still going to protect him!!!" shouted one of the people in the crowd.

"Do you believe me?" Yingluo did not argue, but still said this sentence.

The crowd was agitated and shouted.

Mr. Yamashita suddenly shouted, "Shut up!"

Once again, the scene fell silent.

Mr. Yamashita looked at Yingluo and said solemnly: "We believe in you! If you are not trustworthy, no one in this world can be trusted!"

Yingluo glanced at everyone and got the same answer.

She smiled.

She waved her hand and said, "Keep up, it's still a long day!"

She walked at the front of the line, holding Sojiro's small hand, and next to her was Echigo Fukuhara, who looked worried.

Behind him are the people.

There weren't many people at first, but the news that the culprit of the Kyoto fire had been caught in Kyoto spread through the streets and alleys in an instant.

People poured in from all directions, more and more, following closely the long-haired figure in front of them.

The team has been formed!

So, the parade began!

At the end of the 19th century, Kyoto at the feet of the emperor.

For the first time, the power of the people is displayed in front of everyone!

No one can stop you!