Fall into the abyss and get killed 99 times

Chapter 40 Chiyoki

"Little Er, drink up!"

"okay,"

The clerk hurriedly searched for the sound, and looked for the reputation. It was a man standing upright like a bamboo pole.The man's figure is like a bamboo pole, thin and slender.

Although his figure was tall and straight, his whole face was like dry wood, no, maybe it was rotten dead wood.

Since his face was said to be a handful of rotten dead wood, his messy black hair was like rotten branches growing on the dead wood, and the rotten branches covered half of his entire face.

The man was wearing a white velvet jacket, and the pants were straight-leg pants made of nylon and linen. The original gray trousers had turned white in many places, and there was still some mud on the bottom of the trousers. A little human touch.

"Guest, what kind of wine do you want?" The clerk knew countless people. Although he saw that this person looked a little strange, he didn't feel at a loss in the slightest. He enthusiastically handed over a warm towel and introduced:
"Our store has the best famous wines, such as wine made from porridge, cranes that have grown for a hundred years, ancient wells with eight degrees, and lambs made naturally."

"Wine." The man interrupted him with a wave of his hand, slowly stretched out two rough fingers, and said, "Two jugs."

"Good guest." The clerk smiled, and then introduced again: "The best thing we sell in our store is white grapes, please see."

The man shook his head slowly. He shook his head and looked at the surrounding walls. On the walls were images of two bunches of red grapes.

"Two jugs of red grapes," the man said slowly. He turned his head to look at the guy who didn't respond, and added with a frown, "One jug to pack."

"This..." The guy was a little embarrassed when he heard the words, but when he heard the remarks of the people around him, he immediately smiled and said: "Okay, okay, wait a moment, sir."

After watching the buddy leave, the man didn't speak any more, and he didn't pay attention to the people talking around, just sat and waited quietly.

However, the surrounding voices did not restrain themselves because of his ignorance.

"Is this the reckless straight arrow?"

"Why is there still Chiyo in and out of Kyoto?"

"Which family is Chiyo?"

"You don't know that, these thousand generations, they are derogatory surnames, just rural husbands. There is a thousand generations of villages a hundred miles away from the capital, and they are rewarded by the superior to the small people."

"Hey, keep your voice down, it's not good for him to hear you."

"What's the matter? We're in the capital. He's an ordinary person. What can an ordinary person do to me?"

……

This yelling man became more and more energetic, showing off what he had heard, and then, as if to prove what he said, he directly held the wine glass in his hand, pouted, and walked slowly in front of the man.

"Straightforward arrows?"

Hearing this, the man didn't pay attention, at this moment he was staring sideways at the window in a daze, as if someone outside the window was talking to him.

"Hey?"

"Hey!"

"Deaf?"

"Master thinks highly of you, don't be shameless!"

The speaker saw that the man in front of him ignored him, and number four didn't give him face, then he seemed annoyed, rolled up his sleeves as if he was going to deal with this man.

"on!"

"on!"

The crowd behind the speaker also started booing, shouting non-stop as if they were watching a play, but the speaker did not move other than to scold, and did not come forward for a long time.

As he was talking, he was a bit eunuch, he was actually just putting on a show, and he became more daring when he saw that the man didn't make a sound, but everyone behind him was watching, at this moment, he was really in a difficult situation.

It's okay. He didn't respond for a long time, hit, no, touch it, it shouldn't matter if you touch it, just lightly.
While the speaker was profusely spurring on his mind, the man moved, and his ear that was sideways to the window seemed to have finally heard what he wanted to hear.

One palm.

Without looking at the people around him, the man just casually slapped the body that was getting closer to him.

Even though it was just a man doing it casually, in the eyes of the speaker, it was completely different, the palm wind had arrived before the strength of the palm came out, and it came with a monstrous force.

The palm wind roared like thunder. The speaker had been observing the man's reaction. After seeing a slight change, he quickly retreated, and at the same time, phantoms appeared in front of him.

"Clap!"

The phantom was unable to resist the palm and shattered one after another.The figure of the speaker was not faster than the man's palm. In the blink of an eye, he was sent flying by the thunderous palm.

The strength of the palm was still there, and the speaker rubbed the ground desperately, trying to stop his figure, but he couldn't relax at all. His figure smashed into pieces one after another in the inn, and he was crushed by the palm in the blink of an eye. Pushed hard to the door of the inn.

At this moment, a hand appeared behind his back at some unknown time.

Where the palms were located, trickles formed a river, and in an instant, a circle of soft water gathered to block his body.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, but fortunately, the figure of the speaker finally stopped with the help of the water.

……

Putting away the wine jug in his hand, the man who was called Reckless Straight Arrow glanced at the man in Confucian uniform beside him, and said, "Why was it buried by the West River?"

At this time, he had followed the man in Confucian uniform to the side of the West River. Between the West River and the horse path, there was a tombstone, which was very clean.There are only two big characters.

—— Qiming

"The construction of the museum is a conclusion?" Cao Mang Zhijian frowned, looked at the two clean characters on the tombstone, and said, "That's not the case."

The man in Confucianism seemed to shake his head calmly after hearing this, but if you look closely and zoom in, you will find that his eyes are already red a lot, and this is easy for Chiyoki.

"How did he die?" Chiyoki asked.

"I don't know." The man in the Confucian uniform replied very simply.

"You are his father," said Chiyoki, which was both a statement and a question.

It's like saying that you are his father, so you shouldn't know.It's like saying that you are his father, how can you let him die like this?

The man in Confucian uniform is Qiming's father, Mr. Kyoto Dai, Keiji.

"Come with me."

As soon as the words fell, the gentleman left.

Chiyoki stared blankly at Keiji's back as he turned away, and stayed there for a while.At this time, the sun just shone on half of his cheek.

Looking at it from the side, his face is actually not too thin, and overall it is a bit soft, but the sharpness in his eyes can't be looked directly at, and he looks extraordinarily cold.

He looked at the tombstone again. At this moment, he just looked at it quietly, just like he looked out of the window before.If you want to describe it, it's like a pot of iced tea that no one cares about in the corner of the wall in summer, braving wisps of cold air, which is no longer incompatible with the warm world.

This time, he looked at it for a long time and forgot what he had read, so he brought him a jug of wine.

The towering figure suddenly moved, he scratched his head and looked at "Qiming" apologetically, as if telling an old friend that he forgot to share the wine with you after visiting for so long.

One hand took out the flagon from his bosom and wrapped it around his elbow. He stretched out the other hand to his back. There was a bamboo basket with a little mud on his back. An arrow was taken out of the bamboo basket.

Holding the jug, the hand holding the arrow body just slipped and grabbed the arrow feather, and then lifted it up, and the arrow flew into the air in an instant.

Before he could catch it, seeing the arrow flying back to his hand obediently, he seemed to feel sorry again, and smiled embarrassedly, but his cold face was like melting snow at this moment.

That appearance seemed to say: I'm sorry, I originally wanted to use our way, but I didn't think that I was no longer the same as before.

Grab the arrow cluster, tap the wine cap, open the wine jug, and sprinkle the wine in the jug on the soil in front of the tomb.

The wine in the pot was gradually exhausted, and the white light stirred the red beads on the side of the pot, dripping down without leaking.

(End of this chapter)