MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 157 Before the imperial city, rainy days
~ Date: ~09月20日~
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The rain in the late autumn has gradually grown.
Five bamboos are in the rain. Under the strange eyes of the pedestrians on the street. All the way out of the alley, came to the small ramp next to the Tianhe Road. Wet rain, running down the shirt on his body. The black cloth on the face slowly dripped down. He stopped here. Then he looked up slightly and looked at the palace in the distance.
Yesterday afternoon, Wuzhu was also here to see the palace for half a day, although he is from a temple. Subconsciously follow the Fans to visit the world's travelers. The Imperial Palace is indeed the most worthwhile place to visit in Kyoto. The most majestic building. However, Wuzhu came here for two consecutive days, and there must be other opportunities that affected his decision.
The street is under the roof. Several Kyoto urchins wearing small cotton jackets are carrying a square bag. Squatting. Resist the chill. The little face was whitish frozen. These children go to the court to go to the court to study publicly. I also had an umbrella around me, but I didn’t think of it. When I walked to the alley. The rain will suddenly grow bigger.
"Look. It was the fool of yesterday!" A little guy thought it was too boring. Although it seems that it can delay the time of class. But who is willing to bow down under the roof of others is just at this time. He found out that Wu Zhu, standing like an idiot in the rain, recognized that the other was the fool who had let himself play yesterday. It is as happy as rediscovering a new continent.
There were no stones under the eaves, and the urchins were turning their bones, and some coal shovel that had not been completely burned last night was found next to a coal stove. Screaming and shouting, began to throw away to Wuzhu.
I don't know why, it seems that humans are at a very young age. It is very good at proving that you are stronger by bullying than yourself, and thus gaining some kind of spiritual satisfaction. This seems to be a kind of nature, otherwise the children, why would they listen to the coal shovel on Wuzhu When you hear the sound, you will feel joy. Why do you watch the five bamboo rafts being filthy and dirty. Will you feel happy?
There are not many people hiding from the rain on the street. In the eyes of these few people in Kyoto, the nephew who stood in the rain. Obviously an idiot. Another person with a disability, some sympathy, but sympathy, looking at the smudges on the scorpion. There is also some subconscious disgust.
So in addition to a woman who looks like a big man. I slammed the few little scorpions out of the way. No one else has any movements, just indifferently watching those who do not think that children use their own way. Venting the violence that life has.
A bang. A smashed water shovel smashed into the five-bamboo silk, and the face with no expression expressed a crisp sound. It was like a fan of his slap in the face.
That piece of coal. The black cloth on the face of Wuzhu was slightly offset. The pale yellow face of Wuzhu is also a bit off. It doesn't seem to quite understand what happened. Then he put the black bra on his face. Slowly turned around and looked at the children under the eaves who were not clean.
The urchins are not afraid. Because I had an afternoon yesterday. This scorpion idiot did not have the slightest rebellion. On the contrary, they looked at Wuzhu’s reaction today, but they felt more excited. The coal shovel in the middle of the rain in the street suddenly became dense.
Hey, finally someone found the stone, mixed with coal shovel, and went to the head of Wuzhu’s head. Left a dirty trace. And silk bloodstains. When it was washed by the rain, it flowed on the face of Wuzhu pale, like a flood after the dry season, carrying thousands of years of garbage, and smashing out the heartfelt traces on the face of the earth.
Wuzhu still did not evade, and the original Wuzhu would also be injured. He looked at the blackclothes and looked at them with a smile. Waving children with small hands, do not understand why they want to attack themselves. I don't understand. Why are these children laughing so naively on their faces? He didn't even understand why the piece of stone was piece by piece. Whether it is sharp or round stone. Kneeling on your own head. On the face, my heart feels a little weird?
What kind of emotion is that? Sadness, disappointment, anger, unwillingness, or just the word of emotion? Wuzhu looks at the children and lets them squat. In a chaotic mind, suddenly it seems like something more.
The rain suddenly became enormous. Kyoto sky in the late autumn. It is like who has smashed a big hole, countless rivers and lakes, and poured from the unfathomable hole. Turn into a shower. Rainy. Scattered on the streets and houses.
Wu Zhu’s mind also seems to have suddenly opened a big hole. The clear skylight shot down, so that he was covered in a weird mood.
There are emotions, what does this prove? Is it the same as the curiosity of the young man who is called Fan Xiu, is the same proof? Wu Zhu once again began to think, silently thinking in the heavy rain.
The young man named Fan Xian once said a lot to him. But he can't understand. I don’t understand, I can’t understand, I just remember it.
What did the young man called Fan Xian go to? It seems to be going to the palace. It seems to be for revenge, why revenge, for whom to avenge? It seems that someone is dead, so the person who is called Fan Xian is not willing, unpleasant. Is a woman named Ye Xiaomei, and an old man named Chen Pingping?
These two strange names. It seems that with this rain. And the clear light that passed through the big hole. It became clearer in the mind of Wuzhu. Gradually getting familiar, but it made him a little headache. He still can't remember who the other party is. Isn't he all in the temple?
Wuzhu still remembers nothing. But he has something he should not have. That is the emotion, in fact, from yesterday afternoon, that kind of emotion. It has already filled his heart. Let his eyes just be separated by black cloth. Watching the palace quietly.
This kind of emotion is called disgust, I don't know why. Wu Zhu could not explain himself. He hated the tallest building in Kyoto, perhaps because he instinctively hated the people in the building.
When he left the Snow Temple, the young man named Fan Xian coughed blood and said to himself. I have to follow my own heart, but... what is the heart? Is it the fresh and strange place that I feel at the moment... emotion?
Wu Zhu decided to go to the palace to look for a real source of emotions, and whether there are people he wants to see. It is destined to see people in the dark. So his hand was steadily placed on the waist-side subway brazing. At the same time, bowed slightly. Re-appeared on the back of the mantle cap, covering the rain on the sky. Cover the black cloth that covers your eyes.
However, the children were still throwing stones and coal shovel happily. After a moment of silence, Wu Zhu let go of the subway bra and squatted down. The palm of the hand was drawn in the flowing sewage on the ground. I grabbed a coal gang that was not hard.
Can not harm humanity, except for the overall interests of mankind, but the biggest difference between Wuzhu and the old man in the temple is that he does not understand the whole interest. What is the shit. What is the relationship with myself.
Those young people may be just playing games. Wu Zhu thinks this way, and it is also like this, at least for these young people who bully themselves. There is no disgusting emotion in his heart. There is no emotion of anger.
Since it is a game. I played with them once, maybe they would not be so entangled with me. Wu Zhu directly threw the coal shovel in the hands of the rain to the children under the street.
A cry of horror. A panic of footsteps. There are countless crying. Someone fainted and fell to the ground in the rain. The sound of the mess sounded along the action of Wuzhu.
A coal shovel mixed with sewage is accurately separated by four people. Accurately hit the bodies of the few urchins, one of the most screaming urchins who were laughing and stunned directly on the ground and fainted in the rain without a word.
After the street was dead and silent, suddenly an angry roar broke out: "The fool killed the dead!"
The previously indifferent Kyoto people. At this moment, it suddenly became an excellent citizen of the public. The official newspaper officer, informed the parents to inform the parents, there are some middle-aged men. I took out the stick and the mop and prepared to knock the idiot who had committed the shackles to the ground.
It’s all neighbors, and it’s natural to watch the children suffer so much. The mother of the child who passed out in the ground rushed to the child and cried aloud. The cursingly cursed the five bamboos.
Wu Zhu looked at all this indifferently and still didn't understand. If it is a game. Why did the woman cry? If it weren't for the game, why didn't they stop these children before? I knew that I wouldn't really hurt. Do these humans know that they are not normal? Is it the time when the children used to fight themselves? They don't worry about my safety?
in the rain. Silently, Wu Zhu faintly learned something. I understand a little bit that human emotions have nothing to do with choice and reason. It was originally divided by relatives and likes and dislikes.
In today's world, Wu Zhu believes that the person who is most closely related to himself should be the young man who is a fan. He hated the palace most, so he ignored the people like crazy, and carefully re-smoothed the wrinkles on the black cloth on his face, putting his hands on the iron on his waist. Step into the palace in the distance.
Someone tried to kill this idiot. blind. The madman then fainted to the ground. The stick was broken into two pieces. In the heavy rain, a cloth. A bamboo with a top hat. It was easy to get out of the crowds of the people of Kyoto, and they only left behind in the back.
Wuzhu did not kill. Not that he didn't dare to kill. It is the habit that has been cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years, so that he can not think of killing, when he wants to kill the land. Kill it again.
When the servant of Kyoto Prefecture rushed to the mouth of the river next to the Tianhe Road, the madman who had knocked down the people of the local area had long since disappeared, watching the people who were crying in the rain. After a brief inspection of the servant class, I took a breath. Imagine which master is this. The start is so clean and neat. How can the strong people squander with these unarmed people? The servant class feels a little cold, not because of the injuries of these people. It is because the scorpion that has disappeared, if true, is what these people say. That person is a fool. Then there is no doubt. This fool must be the most powerful madman in history.
Let such a madman smash in Kyoto. It’s terrible to think about the class. He told his subordinates to inform the Kyoto government in the first place, and then nervously asked one person next to him: "Where did the madman go?"
"It seems to be going in the direction of the square." The man replied with a whispering voice. Gritted his teeth and said: "The man stared at the palace for two days, I am afraid there is a problem."
The servant class does not need to ask again, and understands that this person wants to kill the madman. When it comes to the palace, there is no longer a way to live. However, I heard that the madman went straight toward the palace, and the head of the servant team felt a little relaxed. After all, the masters gathered in the palace. The ban is strict. Even the most powerful Wu madman was only beaten to the ground, even if the legendary Xiaofan was killed, couldn’t he break into the palace?
Under the rain, Wu Zhu did not know how urgent the people in the distance to the street wanted to let him die. He did not know that the servant class had already sentenced him to death. He only wore a skull cap. Hold the iron, step by step. It was extremely stable and simply walked toward the Palace Square.
In Beiqi County, Fan Xian bought him new shoes and stepped on the water. It has already been soaked, and with every step of the way, Wu Zhu’s mind is like a drum. Hit his heart. Hit his soul. Ye Xiaomei, Chen Pingping. Fan leisure. These seemingly distant but very close names are constantly ringing.
At each step, he vaguely remembered some, though not clear. But very close. For example, the imperial city in this icy rain, such as this full of familiar taste, is full of glass of Kyoto. It is so familiar.
The same. With the first step towards the Imperial City Square. Wu Zhu’s heart is even more deeply a bit disgusted with this palace. This is standing in the imperial city of the torrential rain. It is so unmovable, so strict and ... disgusting.
Kyoto is the hometown. The palace is also the hometown. Wuzhu thought of this.
Going alone in the rain. It was caught in the rain and covered the ground. The road is quiet and lonely. It’s awesome that the rainy people are lazy to dodge.
It’s not rain, it’s a team of full armor in the rain. The murder is full of banned soldiers. The rain hits the elite gray armor of these celebrations. The creaking, hitting them on the ground, but not stimulating the silk room emotionally changed.
The emotions on the face of Wuzhu are not changed at all. His body was still leaning forward slightly, letting the top of the head cover the heavy rain that fell, and there was no stagnation or acceleration. Just steadily follow the speed he is used to. Go to the middle of the square.
Wuzhu wants to see the palace. So go through the main entrance of the palace. So to go through this torrential rain in the square, for him. This is an unusually simple logic. He doesn't care if anyone will stop himself. And his unusually simple logic, for the banned army responsible for the safe work of the palace, is extremely cold and bold.
Fan’s news of returning to Beijing. I have been from Yefu last night. To this day, all the top figures in the country know this shocking news. The palace was from last night. The martial law began, and the inspections were extremely demanding, and the defense work was promoted to an unprecedented level of tension.
Even if the Kyoto garrison escorted the dean of the Supervisory Yuan, the day of returning to Beijing. The entire imperial city is not as strict as today. Because everyone knows that Fan is returning to Beijing for what he wants, he will definitely try to enter the palace again, and the Nanqing court. I will never give this rebellious second chance.
The ban on military inspections. More than a third of the area was extended to the outside world. There was a heavy rain in the morning. The feeling of wet and cold makes everyone alert. I also felt a guilty heart because they didn't know where Fan is now and when he will go to the palace.
The small winds at the intersection of Tianhe Road and the road are actually in the eyes of the banned army. It’s just the soldiers responsible for monitoring the security of the periphery. It’s not too important to see a sudden incident of a madman.
However, when the man was wearing a skullcap, his eyes were full of madness. Suddenly, I showed a very amazing strength, and began to walk silently toward the palace. The banned army finally found a trace of surprise.
When the cloth shoes on the right foot of the scorpion-scorpioned scorpion set foot on the bluestone plate of the Imperial City Square, the banned army issued the first warning and began to assemble force to prepare for the capture.
However, Wuzhu did not seem to hear the warning that the majority of people in the world felt chilling. He still walked in a stable and silent way, and the banned generals in the imperial city looked alert. In the square, the banned soldiers chilled in the eyes. Stable walking step by step.
If the person is warned three times. The clothed scorpion in the heavy rain. Still seemingly unheard of, it is innocent. Step by step toward the center of the square and head toward the main entrance of the palace.
Even at this time. The soldiers of the banned army still thought that this strange character was a madman and did not associate him with an assassin. Because in the eyes of the secular people, how to be a strong assassin, even if it was the same year. It is also impossible to choose such a way to assassinate. In the encirclement of more than 10,000 banned areas, no one can kill so many people under the towering palace walls. Going into the palace, the sword is pointing.
Unless there is a **** in this world.
So the banned forces think this is a weird scorpion. Perhaps it was just a madman with very bad luck. In such a tense situation, he suddenly reached the forbidden place in front of the palace. Meet him. It can only be death.
Wuzhu is still walking. It seems that I did not see the banned soldiers in front of me. At this time, the wind and rain are still raging, and the endless rain is like a huge wave in the East China Sea. His lonely figure will be swallowed, but he can’t really swallow it. Because he came out of the rain again.
"Kill." A banned military school officer's eyes narrowed, feeling a bitter chill, and it was revealed from the scorpion. The blind man has already entered the forbidden area. And a dangerous feeling. Let this school official no longer hesitate. An order was issued.
A bang. The banned army in front of the five bamboo bodies pulled out the sword in unison. The knife light flashed the sky in front of the imperial city.
There is no sword and mans, and Wuzhu only steadily pulled out the waist-side subway brazing. Then stabbed it out. His speed is not so fast in the stormy weather, and the momentum of the brazing is not so good. However, every time the iron is handed out, the tip of the tip will accurately stab a banned throat.
accurate. clean. Stable, this is the feeling of Wuzhu when it is shot, very simple. However, it is simple to the extreme. It has become a certain realm.
From the exit of the school official to the word, to the five bamboo stabbed all the soldiers in front of the banned soldiers. It’s just a matter of time. In the rain of the sky, the body of the five bamboos fell behind the body, and the blood just rushed out of the throat of those bodies, and was washed away by the rain.
In the process of killing. The speed of Wuzhu did not change at all. The pace of the two feet moving in the rain is still as stable. It’s like no obstacles, all the way through the rain. Killing people all the way.
This is not a master of the world. Nor did it give the strong stalwart feelings to all the banned forces around the palace. They just feel cold and cold, because the scorpion's shot is so stable, stable to even indifferent.
The banned army did not even know how the colleagues died under the iron, because the scorpion wearing a hat was not enough to break through the heavens and the earth, and his shots were not so sinister.
It was just that the iron was covered with a layer of cold in the sky, and all the angles were easily calculated in the rain. All possible, then picked the most reasonable space gap. Handed it out.
Seemingly simple, it is so shocking. It is enough to make everyone who sees this scene completely lose any confidence in their enemies!
The school officer looked at his subordinates, and he didn't scream, and he died under the scorpion wearing a hat. He felt a chill on his body. It is colder than the autumn rain that keeps falling.
Wuzhu walked over to him. The school official suddenly felt that the other person was wet by the rain. It becomes a little darker in the color. Unlike an ordinary shirt, the iron that the other person holds is not an ordinary weapon. The other party is not... a person, but condenses all the mysterious things between heaven and earth, breathing all the chilling monsters between heaven and earth.
The school official trembled, bravely pulled out the knife, and then saw a shovel piercing under his jaw. Again, it is recovered like lightning.
Too fast, why did you look so slow before? Why can't you hide and hide? The school official has such questions. Falling heavily in the rain. Full of horror, the eyes were gradually drowned by the water, and then he looked at a pair of soaked cloth shoes and walked over his head.
At this time, the feet of the shoes are still so stable.
The rain is still down, and the ban has been dead. The unknown fear brought by the killing of the **** with a hat made the soldiers who were responsible for the safety of the palace become extremely angry and brave, and they came and killed.
However, these banned troops are actually unable to stop a trace of the stable footsteps of Wuzhu.
Wuzhu bowed his head. Turning around, bending your knees, calmly and let go of all the weapons that might hurt your body, and then straighten out the irons and tear open the curtain of autumn rain in front of you. Tear open the front of the heavy siege.
He just wanted to go into the palace to see, for this reason, people kept falling beside him, and there was always a **** red curtain. Someone died, falling in the rain, and kept exclaiming. There are screams and boring.
Just like a drop of dust without knowing why. Come to the angels on earth. In one of the most calm ways. It is also the most fearful way to **** the emperor. Harvesting the common and despicable life.
Five bamboos in front of the people. Less and less, dead bodies on the ground. More and more.
Suddenly. Wuzhu stopped at the center of the square in front of the Imperial City. There is no one standing by his side. Around him, hundreds of banned troops were lying in a pool of blood. How to violently fall in the rain, this time can not be in a flash. Washing the blood, he slowly looked up and looked at the imperial city.
The banned army in the city has already bent and bowed. The dense feather arrow has been aimed at the five bamboos in front of the palace gate, and it is possible to send all the arrows at any time.
Wuzhu stood in the blood. Look up, across the black cloth. Looking at the familiar and strange city, watching the horrible arrows. The face that was exposed to the cloth was still calm and there was no fear at all. He just raised his right arm slowly. The subway in the hand is stretched into the rain, and the rain washes away the blood.
The rain hit the iron braze.
The ruined army that was smashed by the iron was already taken back from the palace gate. At this time, the vermilion palace door was closed. In addition to those **** bodies lying on the ground in the wide square. Only if it is a stormy sky and wind and rain... and that is wearing a skull cap. The blind man standing alone.
Countless people from the imperial city saw this scene. I feel a chill from the deepest part of my heart. Who is this powerful and unimaginable nephew?
A pale face banned the army to rule the palace. Standing in the city, watching the lonely standing in the rain, the body trembled a little, thinking of the woman many years ago and her young servant, there was an unprecedented fear in her heart. He knows who the other person is. In the first time, he had already notified the majesty of the palace, but he did not know. Can these tens of thousands of banned troops stop each other?
Wuzhu came, Wuzhu finally came, he revenge for the lady!
In the heart of the palace, I kept echoing these words that made me feel terrified.
Lonely standing in the wind and rain, using a piece of iron to challenge the entire powerful Qing Dynasty court, but did not have these ideas. He just suddenly said to himself: "There is living inside. It seems to be... Little Plum."
The weather is over, the people are independent, although thousands of people, I am going to squat.
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