"Miko-sama, I'm back."

Han Baiyi was still dressed in the same clean bamboo and yellow linen, his hands and knives were washed after killing people, and he was carrying two catties of wild boar meat tied with hemp rope in his hands, which was very strong and must be very chewy.

These days, he will go to the bamboo forest in the east every day to crusade against a few Chibei squads, and each time he can get a few hundred experience, it is time to level up immediately.

In order to celebrate, Han Baiyi specially beat two catties of pork in a kitchen in Weiming City today.

"Wolf, you're back!"

Miko was standing in the courtyard, carrying two buckets in her hands, her blouse tied to her waist, her chest tied with a long cloth, her short hair wet on her shoulders, and her body covered in sweat.

Seeing Han Baiyi coming back, he called happily.

It's just that after seeing the wild boar in Han Baiyi's hand, his face couldn't help but be bitter.

"Eh, are you eating wild boar meat again today? I still want to eat fish. Isn't the grilled fish you skewered last time delicious? ”

"Don't be a picky eater!"

Han Baiyi untied the rope on the pork, pulled a cutting board in the yard and put it on the table next to the wall, and threw the pot on the ghost Buddha to hold it.

After washing your hands, use a kitchen knife to finely chop the pork, knead the ingredients, and throw it into the pot to cook.

Miko said no, but his body was still very honest, and his nose was about to go this way along the fragrance.

It wasn't until Han Baiyi was heavily focused that he stayed still, looking serious.

These days, under the training of Han Baiyi, Yuzi's body has gradually begun to improve, no longer as thin as before, his figure has become taller, his skin is slightly darker, and there are a lot of clear muscle lines on his body.

The gray hair that was originally caused by the power of Long Yin gradually disappeared without a trace.

It's just that the temperament is still so wild.

After taking off the mask of the strong shell, Jiulang is actually a very jumpy child, and his usual performance is completely different from the royal son he saw when Han Baiyi played the game, and he has no money to match the image of the game who is determined to die in order to cut off Long Yin.

Only from the figure that she started exercising before dawn every day can you see a little bit of the tenacity in the game.

When eating, the two of them squatted in the courtyard and held a broken bowl baked by themselves, which was made of broth and rice, and a few wild vegetable leaves in the oil star floated on the soup noodles with difficulty to show their presence.

After a long time, Yuzitu didn't have any shelves, holding a big bowl and almost stuffing his face into it, a pair of chopsticks pulled quickly.

Han Baiyi watched from the side, and his bowl was only half eaten.

When Jiu Lang finished eating his bowl, he picked up another bowl and continued to eat, the two bowls switched seamlessly in front of his mouth, and Han Baiyi sneered.

In terms of eating alone, Jiulang and Yang Xiaoyu are simply carved out of the same mold.

Yuzi laughed, a little embarrassed, took out his black little face from the bowl, and laughed twice at Han Baiyi, revealing the green wild vegetables between his teeth.

Han Baiyi was a little crying and laughing, feeling as if he had successfully taught a well-educated noble child.

After eating, the two sat in the courtyard to bask in the sun, chatting about the sky without stubble.

"That's right, Miko-sama. Why did the old master name you Jiulang? Han Baiyi had nothing to say.

"I don't know, anyway, I picked it up from the Hirata family." Miko was lying against the wall of the ruined temple, picking his teeth with a dog's tail in his hand, "But it's good, Jiulang just sounds like a boy...... Poof. ”

Miko didn't know what to remember, and suddenly laughed.

Han Baiyi turned around: "What's wrong?" ”

Jiurou smiled and said happily, "I heard my father talk about the inner house before. ”

"It is said that the lord of the Inner Government who was in charge of attacking the Ashina Province was named Date Masamune. The eldest daughter of his family, do you know what it's called? ”

Han Baiyi shook his head, he didn't know the history of Yingzhou:

"What's it called?"

Jiulang covered his mouth, his eyes narrowed:

"Date Gorohachi!"

"Gorouhachi!"

"After that, if you become a concubine, won't you be called Goro Hachiji! Hahaha......"

Han Baiyi heard a black question mark?

He can't get the laughter of the people of Yingzhou!

Listening to this meaning, it seems that this princess has been given a very rough male name. It's like a big girl who is like a flower and jade is named Liu Dawa and Wang Sangou by the old man.

Of course, in this day and age, no one pays attention to what a woman is called.

As the horizon swallowed up the last rays of light, the laughter of the two of them gradually ended, the stars hung in the night sky, and the bright moon shone brightly on the earth.

In the ruined temple, Han Baiyi was lying at this end, Yuzi was at that end, and there were thin mattresses under the two of them.

After being silent for a long time, Miko suddenly asked:

"Wolves. You say, my parents must have wished I was a boy when they gave me such a name, right? It's like Goroupachi. ”

"Besides, the name of the Imperial Son should have been inherited by a man, and a woman's name should have been called a shrine maiden."

Han Baiyi ignored her, so she said to herself.

"The royal son of the previous generation, that lord is a man."

"I've heard he's a very bold guy, so it's good."

"Wolf, what do you think I should have if my name is not Jiulang? By clothing? Yukino? Eri Yi? ”

"Ah, it's so cute, it doesn't seem to suit me."

Han Baiyi was silent, probably regretting bringing up this topic.

I don't care about what I say, but in fact, I poke my heart if I don't pay attention, right?

In the dark, Han Baiyi spoke:

"Jiurou is fine."

"What?"

"I said, Kuro is fine. It's your name. ”

“......”

"Go to sleep."

The words fell, and the sound of rustling sounded in the ruined temple.

Han Baiyi has been hunting the inner mansion outside every day for the past few days, and even with his physique, he is very tired.

In the ruined temple, Jiurou closed his eyes and let out a steady breathing sound.

Put your hands under your head.

'What if...... It's good that I'm not Miko, and I'm not Kuro. ’

......

In the dungeon,

An old man with knotted hair in a snow-white dark coat sat in front of the iron bars of the cage, with a black sheath sword pinned to his waist and a blood towel tied to the blade.

In the cage opposite the railing was a yellow-robed one-armed monk.

It is the Buddha carver.

He was now sitting upright on the ground, with one hand folded, silently chanting something in his mouth, with a heavy twilight on his body, and ......

An indescribable evil.

Separated by an iron fence, there were bowls in front of each of them.

It was filled with wine.

"Finally, has this day come?"

The old man in white spoke, his voice was rough, but with a slight feeling of throat blockage unique to the elderly.

The skin on the face is no longer smooth, and there are a few age spots dotted between the draped folds.

This old man is the man who took the name of the reed from the hands of the inner house twenty years ago and was praised by the world as the 'Sword Saint'.

Reed's name is one-hearted.

But at this time, he lost his usual heroism, and with the turbid eyes of the years, there was an indescribable tiredness in his eyes.

It was the loneliness of seeing old friends die one after another.

"Why can't we wait?"

"I know ...... I've already beheaded you once. ”

Reeda held the love knife at his waist with all his heart, but there was indescribable sadness in his tone.

Few people in the world know that the once famous reeds have gradually become strangers in the past twenty years, starting from the sword master cutting off the arm of the flying ape.

In other words, it starts with the incarnation of the flying ape.

Although Ashina never felt guilty about cutting off an old friend's arm, and was even proud of the fact that he had beheaded Shura in his life, and proudly wrote this matter into his unique secret book, he was unwilling to cut it again.

The Buddhist carver was also well aware of his friend's concerns, and his aging face showed a free and easy smile.

"Yes, if you incarnate as Shura again this time, you should probably die."

"I'm going to trouble you again, Yixin."

Edina ignored him, picked up the bowl, and drank the wine in a big gulp.

Most of the wine in the bowl was spilled on the placket of the garment.

"Ahem. When people are old, they will not even be happy to drink. ”

The Buddhist carver did not touch the wine bowl, he has been a monk for many years, and he has become accustomed to a tasteless life.

Wine, of course, is something you want to drink.

But not now.

"After 20 years of being a monk, the Buddha I carved out has not changed."

"The karmic fire in my heart may only die out after my soul is burned together."

The Buddha carver shook his head helplessly.

He carved the Buddha for twenty years, a total of 7,373 statues.

All of them are King Kong's angry eyes.

Karma burns the body.

It only takes the slightest introduction to burn him to ashes.

So far, I have to be imprisoned in a cage.

...... The way I was struggling to breathe was really ugly.

The flying ape of the year sighed.

Just thinking about his crazy gesture, the ape would smile wryly and shake his bald head.

Who said that after shaving three thousand threads of trouble, there will be no worries?

"I'm already old, even if I was back then, I spent all my energy trying to cut you off, let alone now."

"Let's leave this burden to the young people."

Ashina drank the wine dry in one gulp and clapped his hands.

Outside the dungeon, a tall young man with a carcass and a long knife at his waist turned in, with only one arm left.

"This is my grandson, Eito Genichiro."

"On your last journey, he will be responsible for intervening for you."