Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey Chapter 671: Fenghuo

I just thought that Mayumi Masuda had already rushed over, and she bowed deeply to express her respect: "Thank you very much for this walking corpse chaos!"

　　 "Without your help, I am afraid that our village will no longer survive. If you don't mind, please come to our village to take a rest."

　　 "Yes!" Pei Ziyun thought about it and said, Masada Mayumi was very happy, and led Pei Ziyun to the village. Seeing him arrive, the villagers separated immediately, with complex expressions, gratitude, awe, and even envy and jealousy. .

　　 "..." Gratitude is normal, awe is normal, envy and jealousy are also normal. People always have envy and jealousy towards people who are stronger than themselves and have no real control.

　　 Pei Ziyun walked on the ridge without hesitation, and saw a small shrine. It looked very simple. There were no torii gates, no people, only a few trees were considered sacred forests.

　　 A simple hand-water house was placed in a very quiet place. The air was condensed and fresh. After arriving in this world, there is filth and death everywhere, and only here is there no such breath.

　　 "This is a simple shrine in our village. If you don't mind, I will rest here tonight!" Mayumi Masada led to a room and said respectfully.

　　 Pei Ziyun approached the shrine for an instant, his eyes narrowed, and he felt that the shrine did indeed possess subtle powers.

　　 "Yes!" There is not much to fault.

　　 Then, Mayumi Masada retired, and after a while, food was delivered: "Please!"

　　 Pei Ziyun took a look, a rice ball, a few pickled radishes, got up and bowed slightly: "Thank you very much for the hospitality."

　　 He is an insider and sensible. The grain yield per mu in Japan is very low. The processing of rice into polished rice is very expensive, and the polished rice is precious. It is called "silver grain rice" or "silver relic". Some farmers have never really Have eaten rice balls.

　　 Even if Toyotomi Hideyoshi, who once captured the world in history, Yuzen is just a bowl of rice, seaweed, miso soup, and sashimi.

　　 Now for hospitality, it may be that the shrine has exhausted everything.

　　 Sada Mayumi saw that Pei Ziyun was satisfied, and he was secretly relieved, and bowed: "You use it slowly."

　　 retired and said to the villagers: "Now the samurai has rested, don't bother!"

　　 Wen Shu, who wrapped his injured arm with gauze, was a little bit unbelievable, and asked, "Master Masada, is this God sent to save us?"

　　 Just now, he was also fighting outside, and there was too much available to disperse. Just when he felt that he was going to be unable to hold on, Pei Ziyun killed the attacking corpse with a single knife and cleared the siege.

　　 Tomoyuki also wiped his blood, and asked, "This is the real samurai? There really is such a person in the world? I used to think Asami Tatsu is the most powerful person!"

　　Fatto Tomoko opened his eyes wide, and at this moment, Mizuo Langtu touched with his arm.

　　 Sada Mayumi heard the name Asakami Tatsuya, her expression on her happy expression dimmed immediately.

　　Fatto Tomoyuki realized that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly remedied: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mention it!"

　　 "No, I shouldn't mention this person!"

　　Fatto Tomoyuki hurriedly covered his mouth with scars to apologize.

　　Ma Shangda was also the most combative person in the village before. He once solved more than a dozen walking corpses by himself. , Or Masuda Mayumi’s fiance, but later...

　　 Mayuko Masada endured the grief in his heart, restored his smile, and said softly: "Nothing, no matter what, today is a happy day."

　　 "I believe that at this time, your home is also waiting for you!"

　　"Everyone, let's go back first!"

　　 Sada Mayumi said in a gentle voice.

　　 "That's right, thank you Lord Samurai, otherwise, Kanae and Mixia won't see me anymore!" Tomochi said with a sense of fear and lingering fear.

　　 Jiang Riko also took her husband's hand and nodded in agreement: "Indeed, it is so."

　　 After a while, the crowd dispersed and returned home.

　　 Zamu Keilong limped to his home with a stick.

　　 In this battle, Zamuk Kyung-long was scratched by a walking corpse on his thigh, but it was not very serious. According to estimates, it would be fine after half a month of training.

　　 Of course, without Pei Ziyun, this life would be lost there today.

　　 It's just a pity that Oyuri Kazuhiko, Nagajiro, and Heidaro can't wait for the adults to rescue them.

　　 Thinking of this, the unwilling faces of Oyuri Kazuhiko, Nagajiro, and Heidaro appeared in his mind before his death. He couldn't help but shiver and speed up to go home.

　　 When Zamu Kyung-long returned home, he saw his father Zamu Liming waiting at the door. He was thin and withered, full of wrinkles, scratched his face with a scar, and blinded one eye.

　　 "Father!" Jamu Keilong saw it, and immediately leaned forward and reported the situation excitedly, but unlike his reaction, Zamu Liming had a gloomy face and did not speak.

　　For a long time, I asked: "How many are the descendants of warriors in the village?"

　　 "Oyuri Kazuhiko is dead, but there is still a son, Tomoko Hitotomo is still there."

　　 "Son, do you think we can still let the city lord send more warriors?" Zamu Liming asked, the famous ones are the descendants of the warriors, and the ones without names are ordinary villagers: "Or, let this warrior stay with us Village?"

　　 Zamu Keilong's smile suddenly stiffened.

　　 He knew that the city lord is unlikely to continue to send warriors. If it is lost again, this village will disappear like many other villages.

　　A village without samurai can't resist walking corpses at all.

　　 "Let this samurai stay in our village, this..." Even if he had no eyesight, Zaki Keilong knew that the samurai wearing gorgeous silk could not stay here.

　　 For a while, the whole room fell silent, and after a brief joy, it was facing a desperate reality.

　　 "Father, what do you say should be done? You were a samurai back then, and you still have the opportunity to learn the art of war." Zamki asked softly. His father is the hero of the village, and he has solved the crisis many times: "You must There will be a way."

　　 "I can't do it... No, there is one."

　　 "Please speak."

　　"Liming, do you remember? Lord Santos, I informed you yesterday that you must strictly investigate outsiders."

　　 "What is a foreigner, we didn't understand before, but you should understand today."

　　 Zaki Keilong's face was stunned~IndoMTL.com~ Looking at his father in disbelief, betraying outsiders, it is not difficult in this world, the "good" village that didn't do anything has long since perished.

　　 But this is the samurai who just saved his village.

　　 "Father..." Zamu Keilong said painfully.

　　"Qinglong, first of all, the city lord attaches great importance to this matter. If we do not pass the news to the city lord quickly, the city lord may be angry and punished."

　　"And if we notify the lord, we can exempt the village from taxes for three years and get a large sum of money, so we can hire samurai and tide over the difficulties."

　　Zamuriming said, pointing to his daughter-in-law holding her half-year-old granddaughter: "Look, even the lovely lizi is starving to death!"

　　 "Before, you have died of three children, two of them starved to death."

　　 "If that person saves us once, why not save us again?"

　　 "As long as this person is dedicated to the city lord, our family and our village can survive."

　　 "I am old, and I have passed you the position. You will decide whether our family and the village live or die." Zamu Liming said wearily.

　　 Zamki Keilong looked at his father in a daze. His father was so heroic and bold and upright, but the corpse disasters and droughts gradually overwhelmed this man.

　　 For a long time, Zamu Keilong glanced at the feeble baby crying in his wife's hands, then looked around for another week, took a deep breath, and stopped hesitating: "I understand, I'm going to light a beacon!"

　　 Hearing this, Jamuriming didn't have the slightest joy, only bitterness.

　　 Soon, a black smoke shot up into the sky, and the fire light lit up half of the village.