Shape of the Wind – Volume Meteorite: Star (1)

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Hei Luman Calendar Fifty-Five-Year-January Free City Borutjal

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The southeast of the Continent of Wind, two thousand years ago, was a dependency of the Duchy of Parochi. After the demise of the Duchy of Parochi, this place was jointly ruled by merchant organizations, advertised freedom and unrestrainedness, and did not belong to any country. Each city has its own self-government by its elected representatives, and is dedicated to the development of free trade, which has become a peculiar zone.

Porutjal, formerly known as Yada City, was the capital of the former Parochi Principality. After the disintegration of the Principality, it flourished with its rich resources and convenient geographical location with both land and sea, and became one of the best prosperity. local.

In the teahouse, there are monks from neighboring Japan and scholars who have traveled from the country of silk to carry out deep contemplation. At the market, merchants from Black Ruman and illusionists from Ligas promote themselves In the restaurant, bards from the Fei Ying Empire, dancers from the Alliance of Seven Islands, talking and singing loudly, and all kinds of races embellish Borutjaer into an exotic port city.

On the bustling city street, a traveler in a black robe wandered aimlessly. Look at his dress, he should be some kind of monk!

The black robe looked a bit out of place in the noisy street. However, there are many religions on the Continent of Wind, and wars between each other are not uncommon. Therefore, people everywhere have a consensus that they can only ask other people's beliefs.

"This guest, the weather is so hot, wearing a black robe, it must be uncomfortable! The tea in the small shop is cool and thirst quenching, how about a bowl?" At the entrance of the tea shop, a fat-looking shopkeeper greeted the guests graciously.

"Which tea is produced?"

"Guest, you are really an expert. The tea in the small shop is produced in Heling in the southeastern lowlands. It has a pure flavor. It is the Darjeeling black tea that you want to import from overseas. It was shipped from a merchant ship last month."

"Just a little bit simpler."

The traveler made a pot of tea, chose a position by the door, and sat down for a cup of tea.

"Boss, how's your business going?"

"Thanks to you, let's go." The shopkeeper was filled with smiling faces and said with a bow.

"I heard that your tea, changed the price a few days ago?"

"Why is there such a thing? The tea in the small shop has been at the same price for three years, and it is childish. I am afraid it is the customer who made a mistake!" His reputation was suspected, and the boss couldn't help being a little bit. **** off.

"Ah! There are so many places to run, and your brain is not reused. You said something wrong, boss, don't be offended."

After a few chats, the traveler turned his gaze to the street and watched the crowds coming and going. In the previous conversation, he already knew what he wanted to know. In this city, prices did not fluctuate too much, and neither did the people. Losing his enterprising and qualitative duty, this situation made him feel at ease.

"Get out... Get out... Don't stand in the middle of the road if you have nothing to do..." A few shouts, a sound of horseshoes, came in from a distance, and rushed, people dodged in the street, stalls on the side of the road. The guests who were overwhelmed and eating and drinking were splashed all over, fruits and vegetables were trampled on the ground, groceries were scattered everywhere, and some people wanted to take advantage of the chaos.

Several healthy horses whizzed past, depending on the situation, they came to clear the way, I don't know who is behind, this kind of momentum.

The traveler groaned silently, and under the black robe, two extremely beautiful eyebrows were tightly curled together.

"Boss, who was the one who ran by just now."

"Guest, you are from a foreign city, so you may not know." The boss looked around carefully, and said in a low voice: "They are the envoys of the Eastern Japan. They are the ministers."

For a long time, the free city did not have strong force. Therefore, as a powerful island country in the east, Japan* can be said to completely control the surrounding sea transportation and master the lifeblood of Borutjal.

If Japan gets angry, Polutjal, known as a "land mirage," will suffer the most terrifying economic blow when overseas traffic is completely cut off. Therefore, Japan has always given and asked for it. In recent years, the self-governing government of Borutjal has become a puppet of Japan.

Because of this, the Japanese messenger, with an arrogant and domineering attitude, relied on his own identity to openly ask for bribes and blackmail on the street, causing a lot of people's grievances, but they dared not speak up.

The traveler was meditating on hearing this.

"Be careful!" someone screamed outside the store.

A girl, standing in the center of the street, crying for her mother, may have been lost during the chaos.

Not far in front of her, a second cloud of dust rose, and the horses rushed forward, watching the momentum, afraid that there would not be dozens of riding shadows.

Although the people on the street screamed, they all hid in the sidelines and stood by. No one planned to actually save people.

Seeing the girl, who is about to be stepped into the flesh by the chaotic horseshoe, there are already cowardly women who cover their children's eyes with their hands.

"Hiss.........!"

There was a long croak of horses, followed by the utterly noisy voices.

The three leading steeds stopped abruptly in the middle of the road, and they were hit by the horses rushing up behind. There was a chaos immediately. The knights on horses fell off their horses embarrassedly, and they had to avoid kicking them. The horseshoe has a funny shape.

In the center of Long Street, the young man in black robes stood proudly and stood in front of the girl. No one could see how he appeared. His left palm stretched out, an upright aura that shook all the onlookers. It is this momentum that makes Galloping back away.

"Okay... It's amazing..." "Ge Lao Tzu's... I just want..." The audience on the street burst into applause and cheers, cheering for this rare righteous deed. .

The youth's brows are still frowning. If I were to protect this girl with my body today, I would be touched by this tragic death, probably not even one-tenth of the scene! These people completely forgot their ugliness just now, and would only applaud afterwards. Deep down in their hearts, the reason for applauding, maybe it was just because they watched a wonderful juggling show. This cannot but be said to be a strange state of mind.

"Eight grid wild deer! Who dares to block my way!" With a loud shout, overwhelming all the noise, followed by a huge riding shadow, flying over the horses blocking the road, and descending in the air.

The sound of a heavy landing made the surrounding earth and rocks rustle down, and the pedestrians on both sides were again silent.

The horse's figure, majestic and awe-inspiring, is a tall giant, with strong muscles and entangled roots, making people daunting.

"You are so courageous, dare to block my way, report your name, I will punish you according to the situation."

"Before punishing others, you should reflect on yourself. Besides, I don't plan to tell a barbarian who doesn't know the etiquette of my name."

The face under the black robe is already exposed in the sun. It is Zhang Yingwei's and handsome face, with a proud smile at the corner of his mouth, and the ice-blue eye pupils, as if there is a kind of cold eyes in the world. The ridicule and ridicule in the eyes is not like the look that young people should have. In the mist, it looks like an old man of several hundred years old. On the whole, there is a beauty that does not see age, and it is even more mysterious.

"Very well, in our country, the untouchables are not guilty of killing. Since you can't name your name, you are also an insignificant untouchable. In that case..." "You will die for me!"

The giant man finished his words, and the Zhu spear hung in the saddle pierced out like lightning, and he couldn't see his huge body, and his movements were so swift.

The width of the Zhu spear is three times the length of the arm of a long-timer. The person who was hit probably didn't even have time to cry out, so he was divided into two sections.

In a hurry, the young man avoided him sideways. However, the opponent's martial arts did surprise him. The shot that was originally pointed directly turned into a sweep and slammed into it.

The young man's body is quite thin, and probably no one would think that he can stop this shot. Except for himself.

The young man frowned, his right hand stopped in front of him calmly, and he drew a curse: "Mecome." A strong force was born in his wrist, and he firmly grasped the sharply swept Zhu spear.

◎Mecmi: A brave mantra that temporarily gives the caster a powerful spell.

When the giant man saw this, his eyes were bright and exuberant, and he said in ecstasy: "It turns out to be a magician, good, very good, really good..." The giant is mad at war. In Japan, there are no outstanding demons. It is impossible for a Taoist priest to use force with him, let alone take a shot at him, so I have long hoped to fight against him, but I didn't expect to have this opportunity today. Among the many professions on the mainland, the magician is quite a respected one. The magician uses his personal secrets, manipulates ancient spells and spells, communicates with the elves, works in the court, nobles, or walks around alone. They are not subject to secular laws, and only obey the wizards’ guilds that are independent of various nations’ organizations.

Magic priests with unhealthy minds will be punished by the guild, or even expelled (Sadaka in the second episode is an example), if there is a major plot, they will even be sent by the guild to send assassins to secretly kill them.

"Sheng Family General." Just before the situation was about to evolve further, an ape-faced military commander sprang out from the back of the team, looking at the color, should also be one of the leaders of this group of warriors.

"General Shengjia, this is the street, please don't cause unnecessary disputes." The ape-faced general panted. "Stop talking nonsense." Because he encountered a rare opponent, the excited Singer couldn't tolerate other voices. Besides, this voice came from the object he hated the most.

"Close your mouth, ape-faced guy, don't think that you can change your status if you get a name from the lord. In my eyes, you will always be a monkey." This voice can almost say It's howling.

The ape-faced military commander turned pale in an instant, and his original reddish complexion lost his blood because of the whip of humiliation.

Singer tried to retake it, and the young man in black robes didn't know whether his successor was weak or what, so he could easily take back the spear.

"Is there no strength...or mana failure...just give it a try and you'll know." Like all war madmen, the victor is so obsessed with victory and defeat, he has to stab him again.

"Shoo!" With a sharp sound, a long spear interrupted the challenge of the winner, shocking everyone in the field.

The gun thrower is a young girl with armor and crescent eyebrows, bright and bright, eyebrows are like crescent moon, eyes are like autumn water, exuding vigorous and heroic spirit. She is the captain of Polutjal's Self-Defense Force, Layla.

"Guests from the East, please respect yourself. The one in front of you is the distinguished guest of Polutjal, Teacher Kadar."

At first sight of the name of Kadar, everyone present was shocked.

Speaking of the great sage Kadar, he is a household name in the Continent of Wind, almost a mythical character.

On the mainland, there are three magisters, detached from the magic guild. Each of them has a lifespan of thousands of years. They are pedantic, broad through the ancient and modern, possessing the wisdom of gods, and powerful and unmatched powers. Save mankind from peril.

Two thousand five hundred years ago, the demons aggressively attacked the human world. It is known in history that the "Nine States War" was under the leadership of the three sages, uniting the heroes, after hundreds of large and small battles, driving the demons back to their original place. It has been two thousand years, and he dared not enter the world again.

Japanese sage, Huang Taiji, proficient in technology and magic techniques left over from the era of mythology, especially good at ancient secret spells. After the Battle of Kyushu, due to a big disappointment, he went away. Since then, life and death have been unknown for two thousand years, and his whereabouts have become a mystery.

Yue Sage, "Sword Sect" Lu You, self-named the master of Bailudong, the founder of Eastern Magic, and has the title of Sword Master, both civil and military. After the war, he assisted the Black Luman Empire and was granted the title of national division. In recent years, he has been in retreat in Bailu Cave, and it is impossible for the emperors and nobles to see him.

Star sages, Kadar, Broadcom's various spells, medicine, divination, astrology, physiognomy, and miscellaneous miscellaneous studies are omnipresent, and they are amazing. After the Great War of Kyushu, he went incognito and wandered the world. The dragons saw their heads but not the tails. Every time the folks hoeed the strong and helped the weak, they helped all living beings. Among the three sages, he is most often seen in the legends of bards and is admired by the people.

"Kadar? Interesting." Shibata's eyes ignited a fierce fighting spirit. He is a brave and unparalleled general on the battlefield. He always takes pleasure in challenging the strong. At this moment, it is rare to see A good opponent, why don't you make him feel unbearable.

"General Sachika, please pay attention to our mission this time. If you want to go your own way, after returning to the country, I will impeach him in front of Nobunaga's seat." The ape-faced samurai on the side saw through the thoughts of Sachika. Hastily tried to stop it.

Thinking of the lord's majesty, the victor's fighting spirit was greatly reduced, he glared at his side bitterly, stretched his arm and retracted his spear, and said: "Kadar, you are an opponent that interests me. We will meet again. "After that, I led the crowd and left.

The ape-faced military commander leaned back on horseback and respectfully said: "Teacher Kadar, I am Hideyoshi Hashiba from Japan. Please forgive me for my offense. Your name has been admired for a long time. I hope I will listen to him. The day of teaching." He arched his hands and turned to catch up with the team of Shengjia.

"Hashiba Hideyoshi...This samurai has a strange appearance, and his future achievements are limitless!" Although it was only a few encounters, Kadar has already seen his fate from Hideyoshi's face.

"Teacher..." Turning around, Layla stood in front of her pretty lively, and two red clouds flew up on her heroic face.

"Um! Long time no see! Layla!] Kadar thought for a while and smiled softly.

The night breeze is blowing, and the half crescent moon is hanging in the sky. The streets of Polutjal are still full of lively atmosphere. The bustling lights and shining neon bring another style to the city.

Kadar sat in the hotel alone, listening to the noise outside the wall, making tea and reading. In order to avoid unnecessary harassment, he refused Layla's invitation and moved from the post house to the hotel.

"The house is in the human environment, and there is no chariot. Ask the Lord How Nenger, he will be far away from himself."

This is a five-character poem handed down from the Kingdom of Silk. At this time, it's chanting, it's not interesting.

"Knock, knock, knock!" There was a knock on the door, and a visitor arrived.

"Is the teacher Kadar here? Guests from thousands of miles are visiting."

"Since a thousand miles away, Kadar will not lose his hospitality, please do it yourself!"

The door opened, and the person who came was the daytime ape-faced military commander, Hashiba Hideyoshi.

"I have heard about the name of the star sage for a long time. Seeing it today is the luck of Hideyoshi's life." He is used to fighting on the battlefield and has seen many winds and waves, but facing this legendary mythical character, his excited voice still trembles slightly. .

"A good night is like water, and a good moon is rare. Kadar can't bear to waste a good time. If the general has something, you might as well speak up." The visit at night was definitely not without reason. After seeing Hideyoshi's purpose, Kadar went straight to the point.

Hideyoshi was taken aback, and then said: "Okay, the instructor is quick to speak, Hideyoshi has been taught."

After the guest of honor was sitting down, Hideyoshi said: "Fujiyoshi has become less humble, appreciated by Nobunaga, and repeatedly promoted. Only today's glory can be found. Hideyoshi has no teeth to forget about this matter. It's just..." With a slight sigh, Hideyoshi continued: "Duke Nobunaga is heroic, swallowing the world with anger, just doing something, really teaching people don't know how to talk..." Kadar lived in various places, and said to this peerless overlord of Japan. Heard it. Oda Nobunaga, borrowing a nameless body, suddenly rose up and quickly defeated the leader of the time, Imagawa Yoshimoto, and became the most powerful prince in Japan today.

Some people regard his methods and deeds as a generation of overlords, while others regard him as a brutal and madman. However, those who achieve great things do everything, and sometimes, they really cannot be viewed in the sense of ordinary people.

Hideyoshi looked up for a while, and then sighed: "Today's Oda family is surrounded by Takeda and Uesugi on the outside, and there are unstable noises inside. Hideyoshi follows Nobunaga, and he is really worried, but Nobunaga Koten They are talented, self-reliant and arrogant. Hideyoshi's low position makes it difficult to help. They don't know how to deal with themselves, so I ask my mentor for advice. I hope my mentor can teach me."

Kadar looked at Hideyoshi with interest. His life span of thousands of years has allowed him to see the rise and fall of the world, the rise and fall of a small country, and he knows himself well, but this young man is indeed It aroused his interest... "Before answering, Kadar has something to ask about." Kadar said slowly: "As far as I know, Mr. Nobunaga of your country has a strange and violent personality. If it is revealed by General Hachai today, News, don’t you be afraid of different parts of your body!"

"But keep your heart shining through history, so why not be afraid of the clouds and shadows of the sun." Xiu Ji sits upright without fear.

Kadar just smiled. Such an answer did not satisfy him. Hideyoshi's words were nothing but loyalty. However, this man's fate seems to have the appearance of an emperor. It is by no means an ordinary martial artist. , In the future............This is very interesting, in order to see the changes in the future, please help him!

"Okay! I'll give a divination for the general, but in the future, the general will have to promise me one request." "As long as he can, Hideyoshi will do his best."

The two slapped three slaps, vowing an oath.

The vow was established. Kadar inspected the surrounding scenery. Outside the wall, there was a burst of noise, distinguishing the sound and listening to the order. They were two women and one man. On the branch, a few birds huddled together, carefully observed, two males and one female.

Looking at it this way, Kadar has already made a difference. Looking up at the sky, I can see the stars are a little bit, and the night is changing for a long while, and the overall situation is settled.

"The upper hexagram, yang, yin and yang, belong to fire, and get away; the lower hexagram, yin, yin and yang, belong to the mountain, and degen, the two are one, the volcano is the journey, which is the journey hexagram."

"What's the solution?"

"Xiaoheng, travel to Zhenji. Traveling far and wide."

"The instructor wants me to stay away from others."

"Yes. Only suitable for stargazing, the general stagecoach moves, and there must be a long journey in the near future. The general's slow return will avoid the disaster."

Hideyoshi pondered these words. Yes, he already knew that Mr. Nobunaga deliberately ordered him to expedition to China (a Japanese place name). It was indeed a long journey, but, as Kadar said, he could avoid killing, killing, killing. , Could it be that the Oda family will be in trouble... Looking up, it seems to confirm his guess.

The instructor points out the secret, Hideyoshi is very grateful. It’s just that, as a retainer of the Oda family, the lord is in trouble, how can I sit and watch, follow the left and right, and die. "Hideyoshi raised his chest and said boldly.

Kadar smiled when he heard the words, what this guy said, within his expectation, but God's will is hard to violate... "The Oda family has a certain number in the sky, and there is no need to care too much. If the general insists , In the fate of today, Kadar has something to give."

Take out a lock piece made of unknown metal, and the whole body is crystal clear, entangling, and spontaneously colorful. It is indeed a rare treasure.

"This is a talisman. The general will carry it on his body to protect against disaster."

Hideyoshi knows that this is a rare fate, so he respectfully put it away and said: "Thank you for your tutor's kindness. I won't say thank you for the time being. If he meets his fate, Hideyoshi will report this great virtue." Don't pass the card. Dahl, Hideyoshi stepped out, facing his destiny of development.

Kadar looked at the object in the cup and remained silent. Today, he made an exception and helped others to fortune a divination. The last time fortune-telling was four hundred years ago.

Heavenly secret, secret secret, why is the destiny of man always tied to heaven, virtuous, foolish, noble, emperor and general, and unable to escape this fixed number, can I have a day when "my fate is not controlled by heaven"?

"Knock, knock, knock!" There was another knock on the door.

"Is the teacher Kadar here?"

"It looks like I don't have to sleep tonight!" The visitors kept coming, and Kadar could only smile wryly.

Open the door, and the visitor is Leila.

"Teacher!"

"It's you! Come in!"

Layla changed her heroic appearance during the day, removed her golden armor, and wore simple home clothes with a shy expression, adding a three-point charm to her.

Kadar took out the tea from his own bag, re-made a pot of tea, and chatted with Layla. From the journey of Kadar, talked about the current situation of each other, and recalled many years ago.

"Really? It's been so long! In retrospect, I held you in my palm, as if it was yesterday. In a blink of an eye, the little girl became a beautiful girl."

"You forgot, even my name was taken by Your Highness!"

"I'm no longer a prince, so I don't need to call me your Highness anymore."

Kadar was originally the prince of the Principality of Parochi. When he was young, he was full of talents. In free time, "Inviting the wind to invite the moon" to make friends with heroes from all over the world, and have endless romantic affairs. He claims to be "the best character in the world" and is the enviable genius of everyone in the world.

At the age of sixty-seven (the life expectancy of an ordinary person is about five or six hundred years), suddenly lost interest in all worldly things, resolutely gave up, escaped into the mountains, and pursued the infinite heaven. After two hundred years of success, it coincides with the devil The clan invaded the world, stepped forward, and became famous after three wars.

During the war, I met Huang Taiji and Lu You, collectively known as the three sages. Among the three, Kadar ranks at the bottom due to his age, but based on the talents and achievements of each person, Kadar is indeed the first of the three sages.

After the end of the war, the Principality of Parochi has long since disappeared. In order to concentrate on the road, Kadar did not have the heart to rejuvenate the homeland, so he wandered the world alone, but he would return to Polutjal every three or four years. Trip, be regarded as a tribute to hometown!

When I revisited 22 years ago, it coincided with the birth of Layla, and Kadar fell in love with him. He made an exception and stayed temporarily, giving advice on arts and martial arts until he was five years old. Therefore, the relationship between Layla and Kadar is exceptionally different from ordinary people.

"With the teacher's ability, there should be nothing more difficult in the world. Why do you always look depressed?"

Kadar shook his head, his cultivation level reached their level, he had surpassed the physiological cycle of ordinary people, but it did not mean that he was immortal and immortal.

"Over the past thousand years, I have been using the sand of time to reverse the age of my body and stay young, but I have reached the limit."

"Is there no way to think?" Layla asked.

"The number of days is set early, how can a mere manpower be able to reverse it." Kadar smiled bitterly. "What I worry about is not a natural restriction, but a punishment of heaven."

"Heaven Punishment!"

In the cycle of nature, every hundreds of thousands of years, the evil spirits in the world accumulate to the limit, and the heavens will descend from the heavens, blasting away the unclean objects on the ground with thousands of thunderbolts. The advent of heaven is the most terrifying catastrophe in the world. Every heavenly thunder is accompanied by bright fire, holy ice, solar wind, and cosmic light, and has the infinite power to destroy all living things.

To save the catastrophe, there must be a man with the emperor’s fate and bravery, who will rise up with peerless martial arts and stand hard against the sky thunder. If you can receive more than 600 pieces, you can alleviate the catastrophe. The next one is a catastrophe that will overthrow mankind.

◎The first two tribulations were taken by Atlopus, the head of the three goddesses; Emperor Xuanyuan of the Feiying Empire, and both were killed by the tribulations, and the gods were destroyed.

The so-called celestial punishment means that when someone runs against the heavenly way, the heavens will drop the thunder to punish him, until the person killed is killed.

The life span of a few thousand years is actually acting against the sky. The other two of the three sages, Huang Taiji's whereabouts are unknown, and Lu You has avoided living in Bailu Cave for more than a thousand years, without appearing in front of anyone.

"In the past few years, I have concealed the spiritual consciousness from the heavens by using the art of concealing the soul of the ancient times, but it has also led to the cultivation of my body, which has been blocked to less than 50%. If it is slightly worse..." "Teacher!" Laila didn't know How should I answer? In memory, Kadar has always been smart and wise, and the answer to all questions, freely, making her heart trembling, but she did not expect that that person would also have a day of confusion.

"A little thing, it made my little Layla take unnecessary heart." Reaching out his hand and touching Leila's face, Kadar smiled softly: "I don't care about the number of life and death. If it wasn't for a matter of mind, let the sky thunder blast the gods to annihilate, avoid the suffering of reincarnation, but also clean and tidy."

"Teacher!" Layla shed tears in surprise.

Kadar smiled, stood up, walked slowly to the window, facing the evening breeze, looking up at the stars in the sky, dazed.

Release glory and practice hard, just to get a longer life.

Thousands of years of life, constant travel, just to see the two again" and then say a word to her, and then apologize to him; wandering for a long time, seeing the vicissitudes of life in the world, but always fate , Is it true that the lost time can't be restored again; can you really do something wrong and can't be restored?

Meaning with Layla is also because of Layla's charm, which is three-pointers like her. If God is really enlightened, why not give this opportunity to this thousand-year-old silly person after all his hard pursuits. If you can give yourself another chance, it doesn't matter even if you reverse the laws of nature, you must...definitely...think of the love of your life, full of sorrow, and not yourself.

Seeing this situation, Layla made a decision in her heart.

Behind, there was a whirring sound.

"Teacher! Layla has something, I want you to see it."

Turning his head, a beautiful female body appeared in front of him.

"Layla..." Layla approached her body and pressed Kadar's words with her delicate hands.

"That's right, it's not suitable for talking at this time."

"Okay, Layla, we are almost ready to start." Kadar whispered softly in Layla's ear.

"Well! Layla wants to give everything she has to the teacher."

……

Kadar stopped, fingers gently, and asked gently: "What's the matter, little girl, is it uncomfortable?"

Layla wiped away her tears, curled her hair, regained her joy, and said: "It's okay, Layla is just...just so happy..." Kadar knew that this woman who was bound to fit together has My heart is concealing, however, now is not a good time to talk.

Kadar started the final sprint, and Layla seemed to be ready too.

"Oh oh.... Oh oh oh!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

Layla hesitated to speak, after a long time, she whispered: "Teacher, you can say something to me..." "Layla, I love you." Realizing the unspoken mood of the girl in her arms, Kadar Gentle expression of affection.

As if by a huge shock, Layla was dumbfounded for a while, and then, wept with joy.

"Fool! This is also crying."

"Thank you, teacher. Layla loves you."

The chirping of birds, the fragrance of flowers and plants in the courtyard, light and elegant, when the morning light climbed up the third pane, Kadar woke up.

"A single bed for two people to sleep in. It's really too crowded."

It seems that I have lived here for a long time.

As I think about it, the sound of gongs and drums faintly outside the stone wall, and the sound of suona, from far to near, is a festive band.

"Which one holds the wedding event, this kind of extravagance." Kadar was in a good mood, walked out to see the majestic and magnificent honor guard team, and feel the joy that has not been seen for a long time.

"Instructor Kadar. Hello." Seeing Kadar's figure, a knight in the Yi team rushed over, but it wasn't who Hashiba Hideyoshi was.

"Oh! It turned out to be your country's welcoming team." The political marriage between the master and slave is a common occurrence. It is not surprising that it is so powerful.

"It is the wedding ceremony of our country's Oda. I am ordered to welcome the bride back to Japan."

"I don't know which girl is so blessed." This sentence is Kadar's theory against his will. Oda Nobunaga's rumors, as long as one-tenth of it is true, it is already unbearable. , This bride, can be said to have suffered for eight lifetimes, Kadar lamented three times for it.

"Speaking of which, you also know Miss Layla the day before yesterday."

"What?" Rao is Kadar's extraordinary cultivation. He still couldn't hold it when he heard this. His face changed slightly. He placed his right hand behind him with his nails deeply sinking into his palm.

Hideyoshi didn’t see Kadar’s face, but he still said: “Last month, the Yada City Business Group went to Kyoto to pay tribute. Miss Layla accompanied the group to **** him. Nobunaga was shocked to be a god, and he made a marriage contract. Order me to wait to come and marry me."

Kadar suddenly realized, "No wonder... No wonder... She reacted like this last night, so it turned out to be because of this." With the ups and downs of the mood, his right hand suddenly became loose and tight, and his heart was agitated.

"Teacher, what's the matter?" Hideyoshi asked hesitantly when he saw Kadar's face looking bad.

"No, it's nothing." Kadar sighed, his heart fluttering, not really true.

What kind of person Hideyoshi is, with a very clever mind, just from this clue, he can guess a general idea.

"Tutor, a mere woman, but Er, the overall situation is important!"

The overall situation is important, and the overall situation is important. Kadar knows that Leila's marriage to Japan must be for the livelihood of all the people of Polutjal. If the wedding is destroyed, Nobunaga will inevitably suffer **** revenge.

But, in the final analysis, this is Layla's own choice. Wouldn't it be just wishful thinking if she came forward to stop it? Besides, is my feelings for Layla really love? The overall situation is important! The desire in my heart has not yet been resolved, and I will never allow out-of-arts until I see that person again.

As soon as I thought of this, my face was calm, and the clenched right hand slowly dropped.

When Hideyoshi saw this, he was also relieved, and he was able to let go of his hand on the weapon. If the decision made by Kadar is in another direction, he is really not sure about the consequences.

The long band walked by, and it was Layla's float. Kadar waved his right hand lightly to say his final goodbye. Perhaps, one day in the future, he will visit his deceased in Japan.

Layla on the float, dressed as a Japanese bride, dignified and beautiful, seeing Kadar's figure, her eyes lit up, as if she wanted to speak, waiting to see the wave of goodbye, the original hopeful expression, for a moment It dimmed, then, smiled sadly, and never looked back.

Kadar's heart shook wildly, but tears penetrated into his eyes. The smile was so beautiful that it implicitly meant a farewell. This was definitely not a good omen. Did he make a mistake in his decision?

Black Ruman Calendar Fifty-Five-Year January in Kyoto, Japan

With lanterns and festoons, red candles hanging high, in the new Japanese-style house, beaming with joy, Layla is dressed in Japanese plain clothes and elegantly dressed, sitting alone in the house, spending her wedding night.

After three shifts of the lights, the door was pushed open roughly, and a man, with infinite awe, walked into the room boldly. It is the head of Japan, Oda Nobunaga.

According to Japanese etiquette, Layla bowed down and greeted her husband.

"Knowing I'm going to marry you." With another backhand, Leila was about to faint.

"Who is that adulterer?"

Layla glared at Nobunaga, opened her mouth abruptly, mixed the blood with the fallen teeth, spit on Nobunaga's face, and said bitterly: "You can shame me, but you can't shame him." /

"Even if I want to bloodbath Polutjal, is it the same?"

Layla didn't answer, the determination in her eyes already represented everything. "Okay, interesting, I like this." Nobunaga laughed, "A woman like you is very suitable for giving birth to me."

The screams of screams echoed in the night sky of Kyoto, not going for a long time.