In the sea near Dandong, in a sunken coast, a small fishing village is being raided and plundered.

A group of bandits who did not look like the natives of Liaodong or the Central Plains rode horses, and they shouted a few words to the people of the fishing village, but no one answered.

I also saw that the village was loosely guarded, and there were no decent weapons.

The bandits, under the command of two men wearing shoulders, hats, and carrying knives, rushed into the village.

Looting almost non-existent property, taking fresh catches, and trying to plunder young women.

The fishermen who dared to resist were soon killed, the whole village was thrown into chaos, and the houses were set on fire, and the flames burned in the cold wind.

In the light of the fire, the gang of bandits laughed.

They seem to enjoy the unbridled looting and the feeling of violence.

"Smack"

The slender, curved knife slapped a young woman on the cheek, and the wielding man lifted the woman's face with the tip of the knife.

When he saw that frightened face, it was not delicate and unpleasant.

But the daughter of the fishing village works all year round and has a good figure.

A trace of lust flashed in the eyes of the knife-wielding bandits, they came from the land of Sanhan, experienced bitter cold all the way, and lived a very hard life, this time there is a chance to relax, and they can't miss it.

"起きて! Early! ”

He put away the knife in his hand and shouted to the frightened woman.

But the latter simply did not understand.

He stepped forward, grinned, grabbed the woman's long hair, and dragged her toward a looted house beside it, where the woman struggled on the ground and screamed in terror and despair.

The cry attracted the attention of the robbers who were looting around, but they did not come forward, but just held the knife in their hands, and let out a strange laugh, and they laughed very proudly, very ugly.

It's like a bunch of demons on earth.

"Sakamoto さん、噛まれないように気をつけてください! はははははは。 ”

There was a loud laugh from among the bandits who were carrying knives, as if they had said something strange, which caused the bandits to laugh too, and the two leaders on horseback were cautious.

But they also don't care about the amusing behavior of their subordinates.

These shameless ronins are already difficult to control, and this time they have come to this bitter cold place.

If you don't give them some sweetness, there will be chaos.

This time, he took some rice and meat, and tomorrow morning, he will bring these harvests back to his own army, and the leader will surely be satisfied.

The widow who had taken the woman laughed and dragged the woman to the house, thinking that something good was coming, his breathing was a little heavy, and he lowered his body to hold up the tent, and only after a few steps, he heard a strange sound.

He looked up and saw a dark figure falling from the sky and smashing in front of his eyes.

This frightened the widow, dropped the woman, and pulled out the blade at his waist with his backhand, but it was not a dangerous person in front of him, but a petite woman.

Dressed in coarse cloth clothes, she was standing up from the ground in a half-kneeling position, she was wearing a hat, but she could vaguely see the jade-like neck skin.

The wind blew, blowing the light yarn of the hat, revealing Xiuhe's beautiful face like a small jasper.

And those godless eyes.

"Yo Xi!"

The bandit's eyes widened, and he looked at the short girl with an excellent figure in front of him, and his eyes were even more lustful.

"Flower Girl..."

The churning desire overwhelmed the foreknowledge of danger at this moment.

The man took a step forward with a knife, and then heard the sound of chains, and Xiuhe's left hand flew out in front of him, and under the shaking of the chains, sharp blades were stabbed on his fingers.

Blood splashed, and the neck of the widow was pierced entirely, and the blood-stained left hand was recoiled to Xiuhe's wrist in the sound of chains.

"Bang"

The wide-eyed wolf fell to the ground, death came too quickly and too quickly, the distorted smile on his face did not spread, and the tent under him was still on top.

"敵に向かって!"

This death woke up the other onlookers, who roared, drew their weapons, and rushed towards Xiuhe with a screeching sound.

But unexpectedly, there was also a figure falling behind.

"Wolver! Die! ”

Xiao Tie saw that someone in the village died, and naturally his murderous anger surged.

When he landed on the ground, he swung his great sword, threw the heavy blade like a war knife, and smashed it on the Japanese from behind, breaking the spine of a diminutive fellow.

In the swing of the arm chain, the heavy sword was rounded, like a big windmill, and slashed at the bandits in front of him.

There was no fear in his eyes.

After experiencing the Qilu War, Xiao Tie has disdainful of these thieves who only know how to bully the weak.

This group of widows is not a master, and in this icy and snowy place, they can be sent out to find supplies, and they must only be peripheral members.

was attacked by Xiao Tie from behind, and the formation of more than a dozen people became chaotic.

Seven or eight people turned around and rushed towards Xiao Tie with knives, and the rest continued to attack Xiuhe.

The fastest man held a knife in both hands and slashed at Xiuhe's waist and abdomen, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty cruelty, as if he had seen the scene of this petite woman breaking in two under his own sharp blade.

"Bell"

There was a crunch.

The man felt that the blade in his hand was like a slash on steel, and the long knife pulled out a spark from Xiuhe's waist, only cutting through the clothes.

It left a knife mark on the shell of the mechanism in the waist and abdomen.

The force was too strong, and it also caused the long knife in his hand to break in two.

His eyes widened, holding the broken knife in his hand, and he forgot to dodge for a while, just staring blankly at Xiuhe who was invulnerable in front of him.

He thought he had met the legendary demon!

"Smack"

But the machine people will not be sluggish.

Xiuhe reflexively punched the widow in the chest, and under the amplification of the power of the clockwork and spring, this punch broke the ribs and smashed the widow to the ground.

When they understand that these two evil stars cannot be provoked, they will break through and escape.

But Xiao Tie was already in the way of breaking through, and his heavy sword was stained with blood and shredded flesh.

On the ground beside him, there were beaten bloody corpses everywhere.

The young man's fighting style is simple and powerful.

But the results were too brutal and ruthless.

The woman who was rescued was lying in a pool of Shura blood, staring blankly at Xiuhe and Xiao Tie killing in all directions, and after a while, she seemed to react, so she knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Xiao Tie.

This is the most sincere way she can think of to be grateful.

"Retreat します!"

The two Japanese leaders on the horse, seeing that the enemy was strong, knew that they had met martial arts people from Liaodong in their trip, and they saw that their subordinates had been blocked in the village and could not be saved.

The two of them shouted, turned their horses, and were about to leave the place.

But when they turned back, they found that ten zhang away behind them, a man wearing a wool coat and also a black gauze hat, was holding this straight-edged knife with a strange and delicate handle, stepping on the snow, flying towards him.

The man carried a knife case behind his back, his body was light, and his footsteps skimmed over the snow, leaving only shallow footprints.

"Wow~"

Shen Qiu swept closer and said with a smile to the two Japanese leaders who were riding on their horses.

In the next moment, the autumn wind came to my face.

When Shen Qiu fell into the snow, a ray of blood rushed up behind him, sprinkled on the snow, and a head smashed into the snow, leaving only a headless corpse on the horse.

Kill one person in an instant, and the leader didn't even pull out his sword.

Seeing the ferocity of the comer's knife, the other man jumped off his horse, and he stood in the snow like a horse, and yelled at Shen Qiu, who turned around and shook the blood on the knife.

With his left hand clasping the scabbard of the knife at his waist, and his right hand holding the handle of the knife, he rushed towards Shen Qiu.

When approaching, the knife is unsheathed.

Blazing fast.

This special knife drawing technique made Shen Qiu blink, and between the phantom footwork and movement, he narrowly avoided this knife drawing slash.

But after the amazing knife drawing, the next knife skills of the Japanese man were a little mediocre.

It's just a big chop, which makes people not interested.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Shen Qiu's eyes, the greedy wolf knife was raised, and the light and fast autumn wind knife was used, and the wrist of the widow was cut off with one sword, and then the blade was against the neck of the widow.

"ちょっとお聞きしたいのですが。 (I'm going to ask you something.) ）”

Shen Qiu said a word to the widow who knelt on the ground and clasped his severed hand.

There is something strange about the syntax.

After all, the Japanese language is also developing, but barely communicating is still not a big problem.

The Japanese man glared at Shen Qiu angrily, seeing that he was about to be captured, he immediately bit his tongue and wanted to bite his tongue to kill himself, but he saw Shen Qiu's fingers flip, and a thin needle pierced the Japanese man's chest like lightning.

"Ahh

Intense pain and paralysis rushed over the body, so that the widow could not even commit suicide.

The Ghost Shadow Needle, which I got from Kuda.

The torture technique of the Seven Peerless Gates.

It's really easy to use.

"Big brother."

Xiao Tie came from behind with a sword, he still had some blood stains on his body, and he said to Shen Qiu:

"Kill them all!"

"Hmm."

Shen Qiu nodded, put the knife into the sheath, and said to Xiao Tie:

"Gather the villagers, let them dispose of the corpses, these horses are also left for them, you take this guy, come with me!"

In a short time, in the stable of a house in the village, which was still intact, a basin of cold water was poured on the face of the fainted leader of the widows, who shook his head and opened his eyes.

He tried to struggle, but 13 needles were pierced all over his body, leaving him as if he was paralyzed, unable to resist at all.

In front of him, Shen Qiu was sitting on a small bench, Xiao Tie was standing behind him with a sword, the two looked at the widow in front of them, and Shen Qiu's eyes were calm.

And Xiao Tie's eyes were full of disgust.

"聞いてみます。 答えてください。 もっとひどい目にあわさないでください。 中原語が話せますか?

(I ask, you answer, don't let yourself suffer.) Do you speak the original dialect? ）”

Under Xiao Tie's slightly strange gaze, Shen Qiu spelled the phonetic alphabet in his mind, and he was not very fluent in a series of Japanese.

There was also a hint of strangeness in the eyes of the Japanese man in front of him.

This Central Plains person can actually speak Dongying language?

And why is the grammar so strange?

Could it be that when the sea route was not cut off, the merchants who drove the Tang ships to trade with the Central Plains were the descendants who stayed in the Central Plains?

But in retrospect, he won't answer.

Although he has lost his main home, lost his land, and became a ronin.

But the dignity of a samurai remained in his heart.

If a samurai fails, he should die generously!

"あなたは意志が強いと思いますか? (You think you're strong-willed?) ）”

Shen Qiu saw that the widow in front of him didn't speak.

He sneered, his fingers moved lightly, and the silk thread of the true qi of the skillful hand fell on the needle inserted into the body of the widow, and he swung it slightly.

"Ahh

It was as if the Japanese had been struck by lightning, and their paralyzed whole body was convulsed violently.

The kind of pain that acts on the meridians directly breaks the heart defense, just like 10,000 ants biting in the blood vessels, making his eyes widen out of his sockets, and there is even more white foam flowing out of his mouth.

"最後にもう一度お聞きしたいのですが、中原語は話せますか?

(I'll ask again, do you speak Mandarin?) ）”

Shen Qiu asked coldly.

He seemed sure that the ronin in front of him could speak the original language.

The latter's painful muscles twitched, and when he saw Shen Qiu raise a finger again, fear welled up in his bloodshot eyes, death might just be a moment.

But there are many ways to die.

Unfortunately, in this bitter cold place, far from home, Amaterasu does not seem to have sheltered him.

"I, I will."

While Shen Qiu waited, the ronin replied weakly and hoarsely.

"Good, that's a good start."

Shen Qiu withdrew his finger with a smile, he looked at the weak and embarrassed widow in front of him, and said:

"Where are you from? Kyushu? Shikoku? Or Tokyo? Which daimyo are you loyal to? What are you doing in my Liaodong? ”

"I have come from Kafi, and my lord's house has perished in the war."

The ronin seemed to hear something sad, and his tone became low.

He said to Shen Qiu:

"Now, I'm no longer a samurai, just a homeless ronin who followed the great leader across the sea to Samhan, hoping to build a paradise for bandits and pirates here.

Coming to Liaodong, just for reconnaissance. ”

Shen Qiu narrowed his eyes, he looked at the ronin in front of him, and said that in the first half, his expression was normal, but in the second half of the sentence, he stopped and took the initiative to lower his head.

He sneered, raised his finger, and said:

"What a guts! Dare to lie! ”

"Smack"

The needle that had pierced into his chest was plucked again, and the ronin once again felt the pain of his heart, and he let out a terrible howl like a beast, and after a small half of the incense, he said angrily:

"I really don't know, the leader took us over Samhan, what we searched here, I really don't know!"

"Okay."

When Shen Qiu saw his appearance, he no longer asked this, but asked another question.

"It is said that there is a kamikaze overseas to block the sea, and the sails are not passable, how did you get from Dongying to Samhan?"

"Kamikaze..."

The ronin pursed his lips, he looked at Shen Qiu, and said:

"The kamikaze has been weakening since a few years ago.

In June and July of the previous year, the winds in the Tsushima Sea had begun to dissipate, and it was at that time that we made landfall in Samhan. ”

"June and July of the year before last?"

Shen Qiu's eyes widened.

Isn't that the day when his soul travels to this era?