Chapter 239 238 Kotaro and Taro Bing
Early the next morning, Lan En got up as usual and went to the courtyard of the inner house for morning exercises.
The current demon hunter is carrying Arondette given by the Lake Lady on his back, and hanging on his waist is a sword made by Ash.
This sword is not a treasure, and it is incomparable with the Hirata family's famous sword Kakimaru on the wolf's waist. It's incomparable to Ashina Isshin's gold and steel dragon sword.
It was a samurai sword that Lan En asked for in order to increase Ash's proficiency.
Although Wei Mingren is a Japanese swordsman, the oriental cultural atmosphere in it still makes Lan En feel more comfortable than the swordsmanship of the Xiong School.
He is now considering whether to specialize in Eastern swordsmanship techniques and use the tactical thinking of Western swordsmanship to control the techniques.
It can be regarded as an exploration in the direction of combining East and West.
"Arondette is a lady's sword. If I beg her, she should be able to change her shape."
Lan swung the sword under the instinct of his muscles while speaking in his mouth. Li muttered.
The Sword of the Lake Girl is a half-hand sword with no arc, which does not match many of Wei Mingren's techniques.
Otaro straightened up. Hirata’s joke made me scratch my head in confusion, and my obscene face turned red.
"Hey, I've met Otaro Badaku."
"It's used. If you have something to do now, go and see him."
It's just a labor of love, to put it mildly. With my current prestige in Lan Enzhuang, I can just let him go.
Lan En imagined the scene for a moment, and then his movement of swinging the knife made a noticeable stumble.
Otaro is indeed a lovable-looking guy. On the day when I was awarded the rank of senior samurai, few people were even willing to look at me.
"Why, I went crazy while working"
"Little man Hirata, a samurai outside the village, is waiting in the courtyard of the inner house, saying that he wants to see you. Are you going to send him away? This man really looks like a trustworthy warrior."
Who taught that bastard?
Not to mention that I look ugly.
Otaro said at the time that he was originally a disabled child adopted by Senfou Temple, but was then trained as a monk soldier to protect the temple. Most of them were kidnapped from outside the mountain by bandits.
At that time, because that Kotaro did commit murder, Hirata didn’t just knock me out and be done with it.
People with Down syndrome don’t look too naive, but considering Zhan Lanlang’s physique, I guess there are a few people outside Lan Enzhuang who can restrain me.
Hiraita waved his hand quickly.
"Yes, yes, yes."
"Warrior villain, why don't I have time to come to you today?"
"Yes, it's hard for you to remember. ”
“Exactly, so you have to go to Xianfeng Temple to attend the Dharma Ceremony. You can also return Xiaotaro to Xianfeng Temple. If so, young masters.Taking care of me. "
As a result, the entire courtyard and backyard seemed less empty.
The biological brain has not yet pretended to understand irony.
"That time you came, I want to ask you about Zhan Lanlang. "
The two walked for a while before arriving at the labor area.
In his mind, Mentos was calculating various sports data of Lan En's body while taking the time to complain.< /p>
Under the dusty construction site, a majestic mountain of flesh stood out.
“That trip was just for blessing, or for my mother’s last wish. You will also pray for you at the Dharma assembly."
Hiraita nodded as he listened.
Don't expect any kind treatment in medieval Japan. The reconstruction of Lan Enzhuang is in short supply of labor. I let those people hold me back.
When the guard said that, Hirata knew who was coming to see me.
Hirata was arguing with Mentos. After completing the routine morning exercise, a guard from the inner house came over and bowed slightly to me before reporting.
Otaro scratched his head and explained to Zhan Lan.
Hirata is a perfect person, and my temporary mood will affect my attitude towards others.
Otaro was silent for a moment, and then nodded heavily.
"That's necessary. Yes, that was the dharma ceremony his mother asked for for him alone. It’s really necessary, you also believe in Buddhism. ”
Kotaro, let’s go to the evening when the bandits invaded. This little fat man who is 2.7 meters tall and has no features of Down syndrome on his face.
Hirata frowned slightly. asked.
"Little Hirata"
Otaro, who was wearing a samurai uniform, was not waiting here yet.
"Everyone has an opinion. If so, just let me go. Why did you rush to your place to tell me? Oh, by the way. He doesn’t have a ceremony called the Star Offering Dharma Assembly, and it has to be held at Xianfeng Temple, right?"
"I killed someone tonight, and the small families outside Zhuangzi are not all Xianfeng Temple's orthodox believers. , everyone knows about Xiaotaro’s situation, Xiaojia blames me. Moreover, I worked very slowly in those days. I did the work of at least one or four people by myself. Everyone felt that it was time to hold me accountable for so little. "
When Otaro saw his former team leader, he first grinned very sadly, and then seemed to suddenly realize that he was now a superior samurai.
"This was the first thing his mother did for him after he was born. She asked for a Dharma ceremony in a small temple for him. This was very remarkable. ”
But the local people’s likes and dislikes are affected by Pingtian. I am occasionally very opinionated, but I am persistent enough.
No matter what the clothes are, they must be able to hold up before they look bad. , so the tall and thin Otaro, who is 1.7 meters tall and wearing a samurai uniform, looks even more ridiculous.
"You just need to make a grimace in front of the lady in the lake and occupy the lower body. He raised his head at a forty-five-degree angle and looked up at her with watery eyes. Her heart almost melted, and it didn't even matter. ”
While asking Otaro casually.
"Haha, thank him, Mentos."
"Well, that really doesn't make sense."
Outside of Hirata's mind, Mantos Tuosi immediately brought up a picture.
"Sir, I think you can be more confident."
Hirata smiled and waved, shouting as he walked.
When Pingtian walked to the entrance courtyard of Lan En's house, the two burned small trees outside had not been dug up long ago, and two large saplings had been transplanted.
"You are kidding me about being a villain."
When Otaro was first promoted to a senior samurai, he criticized me for showing too weak a level. It is pleasure to be aware of it.
But my eight views and the moral education I received have always allowed me to let fluctuating moods affect my attitude towards others.
Okay
"Actually, you want to send me back to Xianfeng Temple."
Zhan Lan led the way to the labor area, preparing to take the little Taro face to face. The matter was approved.
The young man deliberately made a sharp turn, approached me from the side when Otaro was bowing, and patted me on the shoulder.
So he quickly put on a straight face, pretended to be a majestic warrior, and bowed forty degrees.
"It's just polite, sir. It's your honor to serve you."
I blame the guards in the inner house for thinking that I was a target. Because body size is related to the absorption efficiency of source water, Wei Mingguo is a small enough person, and sometimes he is taken too seriously.
All the bandits were killed that night, and no prisoners were taken.
But looking back, a knowledgeable and poorly educated farmer, Shizhong, really has no room to blame me.
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