Chapter 239 238. Kotaro and Taro Bing
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 famous Hirata sword on the wolf's waist - Kakimaru. It's incomparable to Ashina Isshin's gold and steel dragon sword.
It was a katana that Lan En asked for in order to increase the proficiency of [Ash Mingren].
Although [Wei Mingren] is a Japanese swordsmanship, the oriental cultural atmosphere in it still makes Lan En feel more comfortable than [Xiong School of Swordsmanship].
He is now considering whether to specialize in Eastern swordsmanship techniques and use the tactical thinking in Western swordsmanship to control the techniques.
It can be regarded as an exploration of the direction of ‘combining East and West’.
"Arondette is a lady's sword. If I ask her, she should be able to change her shape, right?"
Lan swung the sword under the instinct of his muscles and put it in his mouth. murmured.
The Sword of the Lake Girl is a hand-and-half sword with no curvature, which does not match many of the techniques in "Awe Mingryu".
In his mind, Mentos was calculating various sports data of Lan En's body while taking the time to complain.
"Sir, I think you can be more confident."
"You just have to make a grimace in front of the lady in the lake, occupy a lower body position, raise your head at a forty-five-degree angle, and look wet with water. Looking up at her, her heart almost melted, and it didn't even matter. "
Lan En imagined the scene for a moment, and then there was an unnoticeable stumble in the movement of the knife.
"Haha. Thank you, Mentos."
"You're welcome, sir. It's my honor to serve you."
Okay!
The biological brain can already pretend not to understand irony!
Who taught this evil beast!
Lan En completed his routine morning exercises while arguing with Mentos. Upon seeing this, a guard from the inner house ran over, bowed slightly to him, and stepped forward to report.
"Lord Lan En, a warrior in the village, is waiting outside the courtyard of the inner house. He said he wants to see you? Do you need a subordinate to send him away? That man really doesn't look like a trustworthy person. Samurai."
"No, I have nothing to do now. I'll go see you."
When the guard said this, Lan En knew who was coming to him.
That guy Kotaro is really unpleasant-looking. On the day he was assessed as a lower-level samurai, many people were even unwilling to look at him.
By the time Lan En walked to the entrance hall of Pingtian's house, the two burned trees had already been dug up and two small saplings had been transplanted.
So the entire front yard of the gate seems a bit empty.
Kotaro, wearing a samurai uniform, was already waiting there.
No matter what kind of clothes you wear, they must stretch up to look good, so Kotaro, who is less than 1.5 meters tall and thin, looks even more ridiculous in a samurai uniform.
No wonder the guards in the inner house look down upon him. Because body size is related to the absorption efficiency of source water, people who are not tall enough in Wei Mingguo have always been ignored.
What's more, he looks ugly.
But the local people’s likes and dislikes have no influence on Lan En. He has always been very independent and persistent.
"Hey, Kotaro! Long time no see."
Lan En smiled and waved, shouting as he walked.
When Kotaro was first promoted to a lower-level samurai, he had been unhappy because of his overly strong sense of hierarchy.
But looking back, there is really no room to blame an ignorant and poorly educated farmer named Ashigaru.
Lan En is not a perfect person, and his attitude toward others will be affected by his temporary mood.
However, his three views and the moral education he received prevented him from letting his fluctuating mood affect his attitude towards others.
When Kotaro saw his former team leader, he grinned happily at first, and then seemed to suddenly realize that he was already a lower-level samurai.
So he quickly put on a straight face, pretended to be a 'samurai's majestic face', and bowed ninety degrees. "Lord Lan En!"
The young man deliberately turned a small corner, approached Kotaro from the side when he bowed, and patted him on the shoulder.
"Master Samurai, why do you have time to come to me today?"
Kotaro straightened up, Lan En's joke made him scratch his head at a loss, his face that looked obscene flushed Got to be red.
“You, your ‘adult’, are joking.”
"I came here this time to ask you about that Tarang soldier."
In Lan En's mind, Mentos immediately called up a picture.
Tarang Bing was the fat man about two and a half meters tall on the night when the bandits invaded, and his face had the characteristics of Down syndrome.
Kotaro said at the time that this was originally a disabled child adopted by Senbo Temple, and then he was trained as a monk soldier to protect the temple. Most likely they were kidnapped from the mountains by bandits.
At that time, because this Tailang soldier did not kill anyone, Lan En just knocked him out and that was it.
"Why, he went crazy while working?"
Lan En frowned slightly and asked.
Not all the bandits that night were killed, some were captured.
Don’t expect any kind treatment from Japan in the Middle Ages. There was a shortage of labor for the reconstruction of Pingtianzhuang, so these people took over.
Patients with Down's Syndrome look a little naive, but considering Tarang Bing's physique, if you look a little anxious, it is estimated that few people in the entire Pingtian Village can restrain him.
"No, it's not."
Kotaro scratched his head and explained to Lan En.
“Actually, we wanted to send him back to Xianfeng Temple.”
“He didn’t kill anyone that night. Many of the people in Zhuangzi were righteous believers in Xianfeng Temple, and they all knew Taro We don’t blame him for the soldier’s situation. Moreover, he has been very diligent these days. He has done the work of at least seven or eight people by himself. Everyone feels that he should not be held accountable so much.”
Lan. En nodded as he listened.
"That's right, that does make sense."
It's just a labor of love, so you're not polite. With his current prestige in Pingtianzhuang, he would just let him go.
"If everyone has no objections, then let him go. But why are you rushing to come to me to tell me? Oh, by the way. You have a ceremony called the Star Offering Ceremony , It’s going to be done at Xianfeng Temple, right?”
Lan En led the way to the labor area, preparing to approve the Tarang soldier’s matter face to face.
While asking Kotaro casually.
"Yes, it's hard for you to still remember."
"That was the last thing your mother did for you before she was alive, right? She asked for a Dharma ceremony at the Gaomen Temple for you. That was amazing."
Kotaro was silent for a moment, then nodded heavily.
"Exactly, so I have to go to Xianfeng Temple to attend the Dharma assembly. I can also return Tarang Bing to Xianfeng Temple. The masters must be worried about him too."
"This This trip is not only for blessings, but also for my mother’s last wish.”
Lan En waved his hands quickly.
"This is unnecessary. This is a Dharma ceremony your mother asked for just for you. It's really unnecessary. I don't believe in Buddhism either."
After the two left for a while, We arrived at the labor area.
On the dusty construction site, a majestic ‘meat mountain’ stood out.
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