The sharp pain in his body was like a beast biting at his flesh, and Yingluo opened his eyes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

She lay in the shade of a tree, with a pillow made of blood-stained clothes behind her head, and with the movement of her fingers, she felt as if she were going to fall apart.

One simple grave after another, with dry branches as tombstones, pulled out long and mottled shadows in the remnant sun, like a jungle of hatred and sorrow.

It's incredible.

The boy's small figure was among them, covered in mud, his hands were full of blood blisters, some broken, some unbroken, and the blood fell on the dirt drop by drop, seeping into it and deepening the color.

In front of him were three dirt bags with stones stacked on them, which made them stand out from the rest.

Did this kid bury everyone?

Yingluo was a little surprised, this scene seemed familiar in his memory.

But alas, it's too shallow, and it will be gouged out by wild dogs in a few days.

The wish is beautiful, but the approach is too naïve.

If you have this time, why don't you call for help?

Or is it that in order to give up the destiny of others, he does not hesitate to sacrifice his own way of life?

What a silly boy!

But, thank you.

At least I know that after I die, someone will collect my body.

Ying Luo was seriously injured, the thief's kick hurt her internal organs, and the ensuing battle almost squeezed out all the vitality of this thin body.

"Hey, boy!" she didn't know the boy's name yet, maybe she said it, but she didn't remember it.

"Sister Yingluo, are you awake?" the boy ran over in surprise.

"How long did I sleep?"

"It's been a whole day. ”

"Stupid, go to a nearby village for help, do you want me to starve to death?"

She doesn't need it, people die like lights out, it's better to let this fool live. Even if they are captured by human traffickers again, as long as they live, there is still hope.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" The five or six-year-old boy was obviously frightened by Yingluo's tone, but he still asked worriedly: "But the nearest village is also a daytime journey, and if I leave, no one will be able to take care of you Sister Yingluo......"

In the middle of nowhere, a little girl who can't move, and a group of rats can tear up this delicious food.

What a terrible way to die.

Fear made Ying Luo scold: "Get out, go to the village to find the adult, I am your savior, you little boy just listen to me!"

She turned her head, afraid to take another look, and couldn't help but plead.

Don't go, don't go, don't go!

Don't want to die, don't want to die, don't want to die!

Tears raged down her face, she was nothing more than a death-scared ghost.

The boy looked at Yingluo ignorantly, as if he felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't say it. But since Sister Yingluo told him so, he should have done it. If you're worried, run faster.

Thinking like this, he turned around and ran, but unexpectedly, someone behind him bumped into him solidly, and sat on the ground.

It hurts.

He raised his head, it was the burly man who saved himself and Sister Yingluo yesterday.

"Not only my parents, but also the bodies of the bandits?" the man asked.

“…… It's human traffickers, and my parents died of cholera last year. The boy replied, "But whether it's a trafficker or a bandit, it's just a corpse when you die." ”

"What are the three stones?"

"Sister Kasumi, Sister Akane, Sister Sakura. Although it was not for a long time, they took good care of me. I think I have to protect them even if I try my best, but ...... But they sacrificed their lives to protect me. ”

"So, I want to at least find some beautiful stones to make their tombstones, but there are only these nearby, and there are no flowers ......"

The boy bowed his head.

The man stepped forward, pulled the cork from the flask, and poured the sparkling liquor over the stone.

"It's a misfortune to go back to heaven without even tasting the wine, and these are my sacrifices to them!"

"Ah, thank you, may I ask ...... you"

"In the next than Gu Qing Shiro, I know a little bit about swordsmanship. ”

"Sword ...... Technique?"

"What's your name, kid?"

"Kokota. ”

"It's too weak to be a swordsman!From today on, you can be called Kenshin!" Bigu Seijuro picked up Yingluo, who had passed out in a coma: "I want to teach you my life's learning!"

……

……

"Sister Yingluo, give, wipe your face. Kenshin handed over a warm towel.

"Ah, thank you. Yingluo took it and said, "Didn't I tell you, I'm already fine, you don't have to take care of me every day." ”

Yes, she narrowly escaped death.

He was rescued by a man named Kiyojuro Higu and arranged to recuperate in the gym of Beichen Yidaoliu.

Under the doctor's treatment, Yingluo finally picked up a small life, but Kenshin still took care of her daily life, just like his own sister.

"It's a nice day, let's go for a walk. ”

Lying in bed all day long, she was also annoyed, but now that her injuries have healed, she is very quiet.

The dojo of Beichen is not big. Rather, apart from the fairly spacious dojo, the rest of the houses are nothing more than straw huts.

Looks like they're not having a good time either.

Although it was morning, there were already many people practicing in the dojo, and the shouting and cheering continued, showing a bit of vitality.

"Sister Yingluo, are they using bamboo knives, and what are they wearing?" Jian Xin asked puzzled.

Isn't that what kendo practice is all about?

"Hehehe, Bigu's little apprentice, I haven't seen it. "An elderly man walked out behind them.

It is Chiba Shuzuo, the founder of Beichen Yidaoliu, the contemporary swordsman, and the current food and clothing parents of Yingluo and Kenshin.

There's no way, food, clothing, and housing are all provided by others, and Yingluo is a little embarrassed.

So she hurriedly bowed and said, "Hello, Mr. Chiba." By the way, he also pressed Kenshin's head.

"Don't be so polite, you are Bigu's apprentices, just like my sons and nephews, no need to be polite. "Chiba Shusaku doesn't have the frame of a swordsman, but he smiles like an ordinary peasant.

I'm not an apprentice of Bigu Qingjuro, Yingluo smiled dryly, that man accepted Kenshin as an apprentice, and he was just incidental.

"Swordsmanship, what do you think it is?" asked Chiba Shusaku suddenly.

Kenshin replied, "Master said that swordsmanship is a trick to kill, but I prefer to use it to protect others. ”

"Oh, is it?" Chiba Shusaku didn't comment, and asked Yingluo again: "Little girl, what about you?"

Do I have to answer too?

Yingluo thought for a moment and stretched out his hand: "Swordsmanship is probably just a tool, what it is, it depends on the hand holding the sword." ”

"Yes, yes, Bigu has accepted two good apprentices, which is really enviable. Chiba Shusaku looked very satisfied.

"Although swordsmanship is mostly used for killing, in my eyes, it is not an exaggeration to call it an art. Chiba Shusaku pointed to the dojo: "So I designed bamboo swords and protective gear, I only hope that people can stop hurting and practice with the goal of swordsmanship itself, just like a painter practices painting and a poet practices writing, rather than risking their lives to fight." ”

It turns out that the bamboo knife and protective gear were invented by this old man. I'm sorry, but Eiraku's Japanese history is basically zero.

Kenshin was visibly attracted, and he said with respect, "Your goal will definitely be achieved!"

"Hahaha, then I will accept your good words. Chiba Shusaku laughed contentedly, and then patted Kenshin's shoulder: "How about it, do you want to go up and play with your hands, don't worry, put on protective gear, and it will be fun among children." ”

It is indeed a child, Yingluo is seven years old this year, and Kenshin is just six years old.

"This ......" Kenshin hesitated and looked at Yingluo.

Ying Luo has a black line, you see what I do, I am not a person of your genre.

Fortunately, Bigu appeared in time, and he nodded and said: "Go, swordsmen can't work behind closed doors, communicate with people more, don't live up to Mr. Chiba's good intentions." ”

"Yes!" Kenshin replied, his expression eager to try. After all, he is still a child, and since he has learned swordsmanship, he naturally wants to show it.

Kenshin was wearing protective gear and holding a bamboo sword, and opposite him was a child his age, and the two of them first saluted, and then each took a step back. The opponent was about to step forward, but he was surprised to find that Kenshin's bamboo knife was already on his neck.

“！”

"I, I lost ......"

"Oh, it's worthy of the Flying Sword Stream, it's so fast, it's as beautiful as the stars!" Chiba Shusaku praised vigorously, not ashamed of his disciple's defeat.

"Where, you're too much of a prize. Bigu nodded calmly, and he was not arrogant at all because of his disciple's victory.

Don't be happy with things, don't be sad about yourself, and leave behind the heart of victory and defeat in order to be invincible.

Because of this, they became the swordsmen of the day.

"Bigu, seeing such wonderful swordsmanship, my old bones itch again, don't you really want to talk to me?"

"Mr. Chiba's swordsmanship is superb, and he is deeply admired by Higu, so he will be exempted from fighting, after all, you are ...... old."

"If I'm ten years younger, I'll definitely fight you. Chiba Shusaku was not angry, but had some regrets: "Let's let the juniors practice more, while I am still alive, I can also guide them more." Alas, I wish I had lived to see the day when everyone used bamboo knives. ”

"Yue Lulang, come, accompany this little junior brother through two moves. ”

"Yes!" said an eleven or twelve-year-old boy who began to put on protective gear.

Chiba Shusaku said proudly: "Yue Lu Lang is my proud disciple, and he is also the one who understands the concept of my school the most, don't look at his young age, he once boasted that he wanted to create his own school." ”

Bigu nodded: "He is tall and has a steady gait, and he is indeed a good boy." ”

On the stage, the two of them also stood still.

"Beichen is a knife stream, Kamiya Koshiro Lang, please advise!"

"Flying Imperial Sword Flow, Scarlet Village Kenshin, please advise!"

After the salute, Kenshin took the lead in attacking. Flying Edgeworth is a school that focuses on speed, and although he has not been a beginner for a long time, he has excellent qualifications and has comprehended a bit of the essence. I saw that he shot like the wind, stabbing up and down, wiping or teasing, and a bamboo knife in his hand was like an arm and a finger, and the offensive was like mercury pouring endlessly.

But alas, Kamiya Koshiro is like a stubborn rock standing in the river, standing still.

"Kenshin, stop, you've already lost. Didn't you see that the opponent was defending all the time and not attacking?" Bigu looked at it for a moment and called a halt to the game.

Kenshin didn't dare to disobey, so he could only stop the offensive and salute and retreat. When I took off my protective gear, I saw that he was panting and sweating profusely, and even his red hair was sticking to his face, looking unwilling.

Ying Luoxin said, let's not mention the age gap, you have only been learning swords for a few months, and that Yue Lulang is a veteran who has been practicing swords all year round, and his performance just now is enough for you to be proud of.

"Kamiya is young, and he has already found his own 'sword path', which is really extraordinary! He said that he wanted to start a sect, and he was by no means lying to him. ”

Higu has a high opinion of this guy, and what is 'kendo'?

Yingluo was still wondering here, so she heard Bigu Qingjuro call her and say, "Yingluo, you go up and talk to him." ”

Yes?