Rogue with a knife on the right

"The warriors of Dahe come next, mainly for the defense of the North and Yan. If we rashly go north, we will lose all of our people if we don't reach Chaotianjing. The method of dealing with warriors will not work for them at all."

"I can only hope that Dahe can hold on for a while longer."

The Fifth Congress of the Republican Party was held in Zhuzhou. Li Youzhi attended as a representative. When he walked out of the venue, he lit a cigarette.

"What did you discuss?" Huadao was waiting for him in the small teahouse next door.I'm not qualified to go to the meeting, so I can only pass the time by cracking melon seeds.

Li Youzhi leaned back in his chair with a cigarette in his mouth: "Have you been to Yan Kingdom, have you seen their weapons?"

"I have seen."

"Then do you think we have a chance of winning with our current strength?"

He thought about the dark clouds of rifles and uniform military uniforms, then shook his head and said, "Almost none."

After all, the Republican Party is a young team with a bit of quack spirit. It does not have an advantage in terms of numbers or weapons, and the team's standards are still developing.The first generation of Republicans, such as Wu Lingnan, fought based on their beliefs and laid the foundation for the next generation. In their generation, it is far from enough to act on their own will. The Republican Party must have a complete system and discipline before it can compete with the North. , Yan counterbalance.

"Look," Li Youzhi spread his hands, "Even you can predict it."

"so?"

"If you want to invade Chaotianjing, you can only seek foreign assistance."

"There are countries that are willing to help us." Huadao used the melon seed shells on the table to build a small tower.He cried out in pain, and then suddenly said, "You mean Dongguo?"

Dongguo and Dahe across the sea, is one of the five most powerful countries in the world.In order to contain the expansion of the Northland, it is most likely to choose to join forces with the Republican Party.

"So you know Dongguo."

"I've read all the books left by Mr. Wu carefully, and besides, I'm already familiar with Dongguo, and the master taught me the language there."

Li Youzhi put out his cigarette in surprise: "You can speak Dongguo?"

"When fishing, well, sometimes you need to have some conversations with the fishermen over there, you know?"

This is the same as learning the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon and using them to give people a bath... The four characters "violently reckless" popped out of his head.

"I happen to be short of an interpreter, so I will recommend you for an interview tomorrow." Li Youzhi immediately took out a small notebook to record.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

"We plan to send a group of people to Dongguo to negotiate." He tore off the paper with the time and place of the interview: "If you want."

"Can I do it too?"

"As long as you have the ability, you can participate, and everyone is equal."

Li Youzhi sent the paper to Huadao.

It was the first time for Huashima to contact the top leaders of the Republican Party.

After a thorough review of the materials, those people stared at him curiously, making him so uncomfortable that he stumbled a few times when he was speaking later.

I thought that being a translator must be dirty, but I didn't expect that while eating wontons on the curb, a young man on a bicycle raised an envelope at him.

Inside the envelope was a simple job description and a boat ticket.

On the day of departure, the blue sea was calm, and Ah Chun came to see him off.

"Bon voyage." The boy said sullenly, Huashima knew that he hadn't fully forgiven himself.

Put on the gray felt hat: "You also take care, study hard."

"Flower Island!" Just as he boarded the pier, Ah Chun suddenly chased after him: "You have to come back early."

He was stunned for a moment, and agreed.

"Never let the Northern Kingdom occupy Chaotianjing! Only you... can save the Third Young Master."

The boy's nose twitched twice, Huashima hugged him when he was about to burst into tears, and whispered: "I won't let him die."

"Ah."

"I promise."

beep --

The ship whistled low and long, and seagulls circled in the sky.Hanashima walked up to the deck with the Republicans, looking at the dazzling sun in the distance.

Many years ago, he bid farewell to his master and drifted to Dahe in a small wooden boat; today, it is such a giant beast made of steel that takes him out to sea again.The only thing that hasn't changed is the sea and the sky.

At that time, those who brought swords from the East were still called rogues.

It didn't take long for Hanashima to understand why the Republican Party chose him.

Mr. Hu decided to stop in Penglai for three days. They thought it would be more convenient to find a local.

The small island of Penglai, although Huadao described it as primitive and rough, it is not.When Dongguo and Dahe traded and traded, Penglai had always been an important transit point on the sea. A horizontal mountain divided the island into two parts, the north and the south. The south was prosperous in business and the villages and towns had taken shape.

The purpose of the Republican Party's visit this time is to visit Zhang Youhe, the chief executive of Penglai and the former admiral of the East China Sea Navy.This is the first step in their strategy.

Tao Li Chunfeng has a glass of wine, the lights of the rivers and lakes night rain for ten years.

Revisiting the old place, there are thousands of thoughts in my heart for no reason.

He lived in the mountains with his master for a long time, and he rarely came to the south of the island.I saw a wide road built along the sea, small wooden buildings here and there, selling cigarettes and liquor, barbecues, pedicure shops, small post houses, and many other small shops that are not listed, they are crowded and overlapping, so that Dazzling colors are combined randomly.

Mr. Hu wore a snow-white suit and disembarked surrounded by everyone.He is a very friendly man, he smiled politely at Huashima, shook hands with him and said, "Thank you for your hard work, comrade."

Many fishermen stopped their work and looked at this group of well-dressed outsiders.In the past, Huadao would probably be the fisherman with the longest neck, he straightened his collar with this in mind, and stepped forward with his black leather shoes.

After finally finishing the work at hand, he climbed Hengshan Mountain and followed the path in his memory to Yuezhu Bay.

Moon Pearl Bay—it has a very beautiful name, which was given by Master.The old man liked the view of the sea covered by moonlight.

Before I got close, I smelled a smoky barbecue smell.

There was a rustle of leaves——suddenly, a vigorous figure rushed out of the forest, and the clogs lightly tapped on the branch, and then a cold light appeared, and a knife passed close to the face, cutting off a few strands of hair neatly.

The man pressed the bamboo hat and pointed at him: "Draw out the sword."

Huashima smiled slightly, and took off the rusty knife wrapped in white cloth behind him.

When the swords collided, the long silver shadows drew unbelievable arcs, rolling towards him head-on and face-to-face.Huashima quickly saw the path of the knife, and deftly twisted his wrist to swing away the attack, and finally broke through the suppression suddenly, and opened the distance with a somersault.

When it landed, there was only a particularly crisp click.

"Ah, the trousers are stretched..." he said with great regret.

The other party took off the bamboo hat and gave him a supercilious look.

"Can we stop fighting? Master."

Huashima took off his suit, changed into coarse clothes, and sat on the beach to tease the crabs.The tide wets the corner of the clothes, sending a familiar breath.

The old man grilled two skewers of squid, but he didn't intend to give one to his apprentice.

"I expected you to come."

"Oh?"

"This time, you should already know everything."

Huashima didn't know what to say for a while, and after a long silence: "Thank you, Master, for giving me a chance to start over."

"If you really thanked me, you shouldn't have left Penglai." The old man put down the skewers: "I gave you rebirth, taught you how to use a knife, and gave you a rusty knife. I didn't want you to participate in the disputes in the world."

Hanashima held a cigarette in his mouth, folded his palms together and lit it.It was so quiet that only the sound of waves crashing against the rocks could be heard.

"Remember what you said to me when you left?"

"It's full of naive words." Huadao recalled: "I said that I want to save the world and help the people, and become a ranger."

"Whether it's a Republican or a samurai, as long as you hold a weapon, you have to bear killing and crime. No one in this world deserves to be killed, and there are only different positions."

"Everyone thinks like you old man, so who will push the times forward?"

"Heaven and earth have permanence, neither exist for Yao, nor perish for Jie. I have lived for more than 300 years, and I am too old. I thought you could inherit my mantle, but it seems that I still can't."

"I'm just a mortal after all." Huashima handed over the rusty knife, "I'll return this knife to you today."

"Mortal, mortal...you are exactly the same as that kid from the Han family, obsessed with obsession."

"Thank you for the compliment." He smiled.

They sat side by side for a long time that night until sunrise.The old man pulled out the rusty knife and touched it lightly, the blade immediately snapped in two, attracting a group of bloodthirsty seabirds.

"You go."

"Master."

"This is probably the last time you will return to Penglai."

While the Republican ship was sailing across the ocean, the warriors were gathering towards Chaotianjing.

King Yi and King Yao died in battle, King Qin surrendered to the enemy, Han Jing attacked the only military talisman at night, and became the last general of the Dahe Dynasty.

Without flowers, pennants, bells and drums, what was left to him was a fragmented dynasty.

Before entering the city, the Green Lantern Guards rested at the only post house within a radius of ten miles.

In the early morning, a thick layer of white snow had accumulated on the window sills, and the eaves were covered with jagged icicles. Han Jingye noticed that the twig plums were quietly blooming in the yard.He warmed his hands on the stove, carefully laid out the rice paper, and moistened the ink.

"My lord, the emperor has urged us again." Someone came to report from outside the door.

"Leaving at noon." He tightened his scarf.The scarf Huashima gave him on the train has never been taken off since then, and it seems to be the only warmth in the ice age.

Han Jingye finally wrote. He didn't know where Huadao was, but he had a strange intuition—he would read this letter.

After writing, fold the rice paper and push it into the envelope, and tie the string slowly.

"If you meet Huadao at the gate of Lingxi in the imperial city, give him this letter." Before leaving, the man instructed Jiannan.

"Huh? Won't you give it to him yourself?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait." He slightly curved his lips: "So, you must wait for him for me."

......

"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, and should be viewed as such."

two months later.

Penglai is the only place that is not frozen.

The man in red held the white deer in his hand and walked while singing. The old man beside him sighed and twisted his fingers lightly, attracting countless birds.

"Why is Mr. Peng lamenting?"

"Mourning the hardships of life in the world, lamenting that gods are not as good as young people." He replied.