As a child of the forest, Ashidaka rode the Ark Road through the vast expanse of land. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Cross mountains, cross small rivers, and travel on the grasslands.

Ashidaka has always been determined to move westward.

Taking off his clothes, Ashidaka hung his clothes on Ark Road and led him across the stream.

I once heard the old man in the village say that if you keep walking west, you will soon come across a village for rest.

Ashidaka rode onto Yaklu and continued on his way.

The journey lasted for several days, and Ashidaka didn't know how far she had come.

However, Ashidaka can be seen from a distance with a large amount of black smoke burning up a village.

Secretly vigilant, Ashitaka continued to move forward, slowing down Yaklu.

As time passed, Ashitaka slowly approached the rioted village and saw what was expected.

The village was on fire, and the smoke seemed to pierce the clouds.

And the ashigaru samurai holding the flag are piercing the villagers with spears, and the ashigaru are brutally piercing their spears or knives through the bodies of the villagers, burning and looting at the same time.

"War ......!" Asidaka was disgusted and sure that he had not been discovered by the ashigaru for the time being under the cover of the woods.

Although it was a long distance, the incessant screams still reached Ashidaka's ears clearly.

With a falcon-like eyesight, Ashidaka saw the villagers who were resisting with their knives being surrounded and suppressed by several samurai, and the cruel images kept coming into Ashidaka's eyes.

A nameless anger surged up in Ashidaka's heart.

Suddenly, Aklu was alarmed, and immediately realized that he was exposed, Asidaka looked at the village alertly, and a group of samurai rushed towards Ashidaka with broadswords and spears.

"Kill that kid! It's the hooded one! Such shouts kept coming.

"Duel! Showdown! The samurai, already immersed in the war, raised their bows and aimed at Ashidaka.

Ignoring the flying arrows, Ashidaka drove Arklu into running.

With Aklu's extraordinary foot strength, Asshidaka easily shook off the ashigaru who could only walk.

However, Ashidaka's heart was completely ignited with anger.

[These scumbags ......! Ashidaka picked up the arrow and began to pull the longbow.

Under the large tree in front of her, a woman was pushed by the samurai, and the leader of the ashigaru raised his spear, ready to penetrate the woman's body.

"Stop!" Asidaka aimed at Ashigaru and prepared to shoot, but that's when a mutation happened.

Ashidaka's cursed right arm suddenly moved wildly and swelled! The resentment lurking in his arm held up Ashidaka's right arm like a roundworm!

An unspeakable pain came again, not only in severe pain, but also in the disturbance of resentment, and Ashidaka's bow, which had already been aimed at the good ashigaru, began to slowly turn towards the woman.

"Bastard!" Asdidaka struggled to force his right hand towards Ashigaru, and then suddenly let go!

Fast-flying arrows pierced the air and shot at the foot unbiasedly.

The hideous Ashigaru samurai was about to kill the woman, but he found himself unable to do so.

Only then did he realize that his hands had been nailed to the tree by arrows, and his two bloody arms hung so weakly on the tree.

Realizing that Ashigaru had lost his hands, he cried out in pain, and Asshitaka rode through the Yaklu at a rapid pace, knocking Ashigaru to the ground.

"What's wrong with this hand!" Ashitaka hugged her right arm, and the pain once again frantically consumed Ashitaka's mind.

The right arm, which was originally normal, now seemed to be moving frantically as if it wanted to break away from Ashedaka's control.

"If you can't run, look at the move!"

At this time, several high-ranking warriors rode fast horses to catch up with Ashidaka, and they all raised their longbows and prepared to shoot at Ashidaka.

"I'm going over! Don't stop me! Asidaka turned his head to dodge the swift arrows, and as he did his best to control his right arm, he pulled the longbow again.

This time, Ashedaka's right arm was completely out of Ashidaka's control and pulled the bowstring on his own.

Under the strange power of the curse, this time the arrow seemed to be protected by a demon, and instantly shot the head of the opposite samurai with unimaginable force and speed.

All the samurai who were running on horseback were intimidated by this demonic archery skill, and at the same time slowed down and retreated.

Seeing them retreating, Asidaka seized the opportunity to flee with all his might.

Soon, the samurai could no longer see the figure riding the antelope, and the headless corpse still on the horse fell weakly to the ground, and the samurai on the side looked solemnly at the fallen corpse.

"What a devil." For Ashidaka, the samurai gave such an evaluation.

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Ashidaka, who had fled into the mountains, was constantly rinsing his arm with the mountain spring, which temporarily relieved the severe pain.

Pulling his right hand out of the flowing mountain spring, Ashidaka looked at his right arm and couldn't help but say heavily, "The scar is deeper......"

The scar, which was already very hideous, has now enlarged a little.

Asidaka got up and led Arklu out of the mountains.

Not far away is the village that the old people said, because of its remote location, so the war has not spread there for the time being.

When Asidaka rode into the village on Yaklu, everyone around him marveled at the man riding the antelope.

Asidaka jumped off the road and led it to the place where the rice was exchanged, and at the end of the day, Asdidaka still didn't have a grain of rice in his stomach.

"Hey, did you hear that?" The sound of discussion on the side reached Ashidaka's ears.

"[Sword-wielding ghost in the mountains]? Is this true? ”

"It's true! That Orion Uncle Yamada at the head of the village saw it yesterday! ”

Such rumors kept drifting into the ears of Asshidaka. Shaking his head, Asidaka ignored the words and walked straight into the line where the rice was exchanged.

The long queue of people kept changing their rice, and there were fewer and fewer people.

Not far away, a monk with a pimple on his face and a few villagers were eating white porridge.

Licking his lips, the pimple monk said dissatisfiedly: "This rice is like white water." ”

Suddenly, the place where the rice was exchanged became extremely noisy, and the pimple monk and the villagers all turned their heads to watch.

The pimple monk, who vaguely saw something, said excitedly while quickly finishing the porridge: "There you have it!" ”

Asidaka put the rice in the bag and held out his hand to the woman who was changing it.

"Is this enough?"

The woman took a piece of gold from Ashidaka's hand, looked at it, and asked, "What is this?" It's not money. ”

"If you don't have any money, give me back the rice!" As she spoke, the woman handed back the gold of Ashidaka.

"Wait a minute, let the poor monk come and take a look." The pimple monk ran over and said in a round field.

After taking the broken gold in the woman's hand, the pimple monk carefully observed it, and soon the pimple monk said in surprise: "Ah! This is! ”

The pimple monk said to the woman, "Woman, this is a large grain of placer gold!" ”

That's right, judging by its color and volume, it's undoubtedly a valuable piece of gold.

"He doesn't have any money, I'll pay him, let me do this." The pimple monk held the gold dust and said.

Looking at the people who had already gathered, the pimple monk shouted loudly holding the gold dust.

"Guys, are there any exchange houses around here? Have it? ”

People looked at the gold dust in the hands of the pimple monk with a curious face, for the poor people in the lower classes, gold is such a precious thing as maybe they can only see it once in their lives.

According to the poor monk's estimate...... pinching the gold dust in his hand, the pimple monk gave a more accurate value: "Can you exchange it for a bag...... No, three bags of rice! ”

The people around were amazed that such a small yellow stone could be exchanged for so much rice!

Ignoring the commotional crowd, Ashidaka led Yaklu and turned away.

"Ahhh Please wait a moment! The pimple monk shouted to the departing Asidaka.

"Give it back! It's mine! The woman took the opportunity to seize the broken gold from the hand of the pimple monk, and the pimple monk, who was caught and had no choice, threw down the broken gold and caught up with Ashitaka.

"Hey! Wait for me! The pimple monk shouted at Asidaka, who was riding away on Aklu.