After completing the transaction with Tanzi Haruchang, Lan En will return to Pingtian Village.
He put the God-Eating Pill in his alchemy leather bag and planned to study it with Tisaya after returning to Aretusa.
The corpse of a little god lodged in the vegetation sounds very valuable.
Lan En estimated in his mind that the quality of the medicinal materials in the Weiming area was so high. In addition to the golden water of the source, it should also be due to the contribution of this little god who once existed.
When the demon hunter passed by the Longquan River where the water was drawn, the sky had darkened, and there was only a little sunlight on the horizon, making the environment dim instead of dark.
Under such lighting conditions, there was something beside the water drawing point of Longquan River that made Lan En couldn't help but slow down his steps.
The witcher looked up and down with his cat eyes, and it took him a long time to confirm that it was a deformed person.
The body shape is like a potato, but it has relatively slender limbs.
Wearing a pair of single-tooth clogs on his feet, he only has a crotch cloth, and a heavy-looking black iron hat on his head. The overall height does not exceed one meter three.
This is also the water to drink from the source
Lan En cursed.
At this time, this man was drawing water from the Longquan River and pouring water into a Renqi ball in his hand.
This balloon looks even more delicate than the one Kotaro’s mother made for him, because you can see rich colors on it, as well as less than neat handwriting.
But after he filled the water into the Ren Qi Ball, he did not proceed with the next step of praying.
That is, put your hands together, pop the balloon, and sprinkle the water of the source on your body.
Instead, he just looked at the filled balloon in his hand, and then turned his hand to release the water.
There was no sigh, no sound, and he watched motionlessly as the water ball in his hand drained away. Then I held the balloon and stood there stupidly.
It is a kind of boredom that is close to life and death.
Lan En has seen this expression both in Temeria and here. They are mostly seen on the faces of poor people who no longer know how to survive.
Lan En walked into him slowly, but the man just turned his head after hearing the undisguised footsteps, glanced at Lan En, and made no more moves.
Indifferent to the approach of a stranger.
For an area that has just been visited by bandits, this is tantamount to saying that one does not want to live anymore.
"You seem to be in a bad mood." Lan En said nonsense. "Something happened at home."
The man in the black iron hat still just looked at the drained water ball in his hand. After a while, he made a hoarse and low voice.
"Tianji"
"My son is dead."
As he got closer, Lan En saw the writing on the Ren Qi ball. clear.
The handwritingThe writing is crooked, and it can be seen that the literacy level of the person writing is not high. There are not many words written, only four in total.
"Tiao, give it to Tianji."
But Lan En could tell that he was very serious when he wrote. Because although these four words are not good-looking, there is no ink stain at all.
Is it because of the war last night?
In the demon hunter’s eyes last night, he saw the nature of those bandits. No matter men, women, old or young, they will not hold back.
This person’s child is probably in the same situation.
Lan En was silent for a moment. He could not comfort the man in the hat, so he could only pass behind him and leave with his lips pursed.
When passing by him, I patted him on the shoulder.
"My condolences."
The deformed man wearing a black hat tilted his head and looked at his shoulder being patted, then looked up to see Lan En walking away on his own. back view.
Turns his head to face the endlessly flowing Longquan River, his expression is still lifeless.
He always felt that the man who passed by just now seemed to have made a mistake, but now that his son was dead, the exhaustion and boredom from the bottom of his heart made him not want to care about anything or think too much. .
Human vitality is always very tenacious. Just a few days after the bandits looted, the people in Pingtian Manor seemed to have forgotten that terrifying night.
People worked, worked, and raised their families. The charred houses left traces, but no one cared.
Norizen Yamauchi, the leader of the Ashina Castle reinforcements, wanted to talk to Miko in private several times, but was rejected. He has seemed a little restless in recent days because of this.
In general, with the efforts of property and people, Pingtian Manor is being rebuilt in an orderly manner.
As for Lan En, he has already lived a life of resting on his laurels.
He is now mainly taking classes with Butterfly and Ashina Isshin. What he accomplished that night is already something that most samurai will never be able to achieve in their lifetime.
Lan En plans to live a peaceful life until the rift between the celestial spheres opens again.
After all, it was unlucky enough to encounter an army raid when he first arrived. He didn’t believe there would be any twists and turns in the rest of his life.
"Pa"
A slender kunai without an edge hit Lan En's raised arm armor, making a crisp sound.
Madame Butterfly, whose face was as calm as a dead thing, looked at the tall and strong Ming Dynasty man with heavy armor not far away.
"Can't you take off that armor? It's too early for you to train with weights."
The senior ninja complained.
Who can wear heavy armor and perform the light body technique has never thought about it?
The light body technique is so light that it is your own body, and you can also become lighter with the armor. That's not martial arts, that's magic
Ninjas may even dislike themselves for carrying too many ninja tools, which makes them heavier.
"I refuse to accept this suggestion. "
Lan En raised his hand, straightened his messy silver-white hair, and responded with a smile.
"Master Butterfly, I know my own character very well. If I didn't wear armor, I would definitely be super addicted to the elegant and light fighting style like your ninjas. After all, he looks handsome and sharp. ”
“But I also like the defense, fault tolerance and crushing pleasure of heavy armor. I will travel to more places in the future, and my combat environment will be more complex and dangerous than yours. In order to prevent my fighting style from deviating, I simply wore armor from the beginning. ”
The witcher spread his hands.
And in fact, Lan En has already mastered the art of lightening under Mentos’ learning mode.
It's just that because of the suppression of this armor, it can't be seen at all.
The entry-level light body technique can make oneself about five kilograms lighter in a normal atmospheric pressure environment during the execution, and the muscle strength is also increased. Not affected.
Lan En estimates that the weight restrained by gravity is no more than 20 kilograms when he jumps.
Coupled with his strong leg muscles and strength, he can jump more than ten meters high with the posture of pulling onions on dry land.
Madam Butterfly looked at Lan En's smile in the sun, and the corner of her mouth twitched. After a moment, he turned his hand and shot out another kunai.
Lan En easily tilted his head and dodged it, with a puzzled look on his face.
“It’s training now, no. "Quite playful and smiling"
The demon hunter spread his hands and said, "Okay, you have the final say. ”
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