Sister Ling opened the door.

The person outside the door is Zhengji.

There were also several villagers with him, the people who guarded the village yesterday.

And at their feet, there was a corpse.

"What's going on?!"

"Ling, Sister Ling... I've killed someone." Zhengji's face looked a little unfair.

"This man walked towards the village. We had already told him to stop. He didn't listen, and then he was chopped off by this kid Zhengji."

"Why is this happening...what should he do if he is a guest of Ashinako Kofeng?"

"Guest?" Lu Ip Man.

"Yes, Lord Gao Feng recently said that he would send someone here to help deal with the bandits recently." Sister Ling said.

The villagers turned over the body on the ground.

It was an old, undecorated face, with a moon-dating head, and the long hair on the edges was scattered.

Not only that, the clothes on my body were also very worn, and the ribs on my chest were clearly counted.

"Just this virtue, no matter how you look at it, you are just a fleeing warrior, right?" someone said.

"But I haven't heard of any wars nearby."

But Lu Ye stared at the man's eyebrows and looked familiar.

What's going on with this damn déjà?

I must go and ask Xiaobai when I look back...

"Um...um..."

The person who was originally thought to have died actually made a sound.

At Sister Ling's request, the injured were carried into the house.

After bandaging the wound on his arm, the old man woke up and swept the people present with his cloudy eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Lord Samurai, I don't know when the inner palace will call me now. Some strange things have been happening in the village recently, and everyone is very nervous."

The old man leaned against the wall, leaning on a knife, and didn't say anything.

"Sister Ling, you are so stupid," Zhengji glanced at Lu Ye, "It would be fine if you let these two foreigners move in, but you would even take in such a down-and-out warrior..."

"I can only do some simple treatments, but fortunately you cut the wound not deep."

"What, is it just a minor injury?" Zhengji was shocked, "I obviously tried very hard!"

"Fortunately you are a timid person." Sister Ling said.

What a cold old man, Lu Ye made an evaluation in his heart.

No matter what he said, the old man always kept a silent expression.

But what can prove that he was born human is probably the gurgling sound coming from his stomach.

Otherwise it would be a piece of wood.

"I'm so sorry, Lord Samurai, there's some porridge here." Sister Ling scooped the porridge from the pot.

"Sister Ling, is it as to do this?"

Zheng Qi didn't understand why he was respectful to such a down-and-out warrior?

A warrior without a lord is like a dog with a broken family.

As long as you have the strength, anyone can kick a few times, and you don’t have to worry about revenge.

"Zhengyu, the villagers said that the warrior didn't hold a sword at all, but you cut someone down."

Just as Gill stopped.

Indeed, at that time, the old man's pace was very sloppy and shaky, without any threat, but he seemed to be coming to ask for help.

So the other villagers did not take action. Instead, Zhengji saw that the old man refused to listen to the advice and slashed him with one knife.

He was too nervous at the time, so naturally he didn't think so much about it.

Zhengji has nothing to say.

The old man took the bowl and ate it bite by bit with chopsticks.

"Don't he likes to talk?" asked Violet.

"Probably, since there are talkative people, there are people who don't like to talk." Lu Ye said.

At this time, a rapid knock on the door sounded again outside the door.

"What are you doing? The door is almost broken!"

"No!" A young man outside the door said in an anxious voice, "Those wandering warriors are going down the mountain!"

"when?!"

"At noon, the villagers who went to the mountain to pick wild vegetables were cut down, just near the upstream river."

Zhengji was shocked and then picked up the knife.

"Sister Ling, I have to go there."

"Oh, it's too dangerous!"

"There's no way. Lord Gao Feng's soldiers took turns to guard the court. It's impossible to let those guys come to the village!"

"It's okay, we have Master Ashimi who is here to visit Gaofeng Daren Temple!" said the young man.

Zhengji quickly stepped out of the room and turned around as if he remembered something.

"Hey, you guys, hurry up and leave after dinner!"

"Who are they? Is it okay to just let them go like this?" asked the accompanying person.

"It's okay, just a traveler and a bad old man, very weak!"

Zhengji said casually, and followed the young man to leave the thatched hut and run towards the upstream river.

In the room, the child sucked his fingers and stared blankly at the old man who was eating.

The old man glanced at the child and gave him a piece of sweet potato in the bowl.

The child was very happy and ran to Sister Ling's arms to chew on it.

Sister Ling looked worried: "What should I do... The fathers have all gone to the battlefield, and now even Zheng Yoshi..."

She looked at the child in her arms, "It's sooner or later..."

Suddenly, the knife on the ground made a slight and soft sound, and it was picked up by someone.

The old man put down the bowl and stopped the knife at his waist.

"Are you leaving?"

"I'm full, thank you for the hospitality."

After leaving only this sentence, the old man walked out of the room without looking back.

Lu Ye glanced at the old man, then said to Sister Ling: "Let's go out for a walk, too."

"Then, be careful."

Sister Ling watched them leave.

Is it an illusion?

I always feel that the direction the three people are heading... are the same.

...

A clean and neat knife opened horizontally.

"Wow!!"

The man spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Ye, Master Ye Daomaru!" Zhengji was stunned.

I thought that this "Ashiki" master existed, and it would be absolutely fine to deal with a few savages.

But unexpectedly, just after two moves, my stomach was cut horizontally.

"What, what should I do?"

The young man who was accompanying stared at the wandering wild people in front of him in fear.

The so-called wandering savages are actually similar to the ronin.

It’s just that the former is not a warrior, while the latter has served someone.

"Do you want to run?" Zhengji held the knife tightly.
To be continued...