The existence of monsters is not a secret. In this era, they are not considered mysterious at all, but everyday.

It is precisely because of this that human beings fear them and fear them, and the ‘fear’ that arises in them makes more and more monsters.

After coming out of Ping An Jing and walking for about a few kilometers, an extremely wide lake appeared in front of Liangyiluo.

This is the largest freshwater lake in Japan, Lake Biwa with an area of ​​more than 600 square kilometers. In terms of area alone, this lake is about the size of thirty Pingjing.

Standing by the lake, shaking a folding fan, feeling the beauty of water and light, monsters are not rampant in the daytime, otherwise humans would have been eaten by monsters long ago.

And here, he is not alone.

People who can live in Ping An Jing are considered worthy even as civilians, but most of them, just like these people, live near the city, and the surroundings of this freshwater lake are naturally a good place to live, although There is no bustling inside Kyoto, but it is also an idyllic scene, with its own natural beauty. Adults work and farm, and children run and play, but there is less copper and more innocence.

There are few monsters in the vicinity of the city, and there are witches, onmyojis, monks and other demon eliminators in ordinary cities. Naturally, monsters will not be allowed to invade human territory, let alone the capital of this country. The family of Yin and Yang in Heianjing, the vast number of monks, and the shrine maidens, even if they want to walk here in Hyakkiya, the monsters have to weigh whether they will be killed directly by humans.

Not far from the freshwater lake, there is an extremely broad bamboo forest. The bamboo forest has a high and simple temperament, beautiful and refined, graceful, quiet and elegant, like a peerless beauty, which makes people trance.

Liang Yiluo shook his head funny, and threw away the strange thoughts in his mind. Didn't he still feel bored with the life in the harem before? I didn't expect that he would be in estrus as soon as he left the Moon World? You can even regard the bamboo forest as a beautiful woman...

Liang Yiluo's eyes were deep. Among the verdant bamboo forests, he saw an old man who was struggling to cut bamboo...

Data 0010

The old bamboo feller calmly stood in front of a mature bamboo, took a deep breath, raised the not sharp hatchet in his hand, and cut to the cutting point of the bamboo.

The emerald green bamboo fell down along with the branches and leaves. The old man smiled and wiped the sweat from his head with the patched sleeves. The seemingly easy movement is already a bit difficult at his age. .

His skills are very good, they are survival skills that are exchanged for life and life.

Rubbing the fallen green bamboo with his hand, the old man seemed to be thinking about what he could use it for.

His hands are very rough, which is proof that he has worked all his life, dark skin, rough palms, but the motion of stroking the bamboo has a strange tenderness.

These bamboos are the basis for him to live. These bamboos are necessary for his livelihood. If there is a bamboo god, he must be the most pious believer.

The old man was wearing shabby linen clothes, his body was not very flexible, his head was full of hair, and his gray beard was a little messy. He was carrying an old straw hat, and under his feet, there was a bamboo basket that had been opened.

He was reluctant to change the bamboo basket.

Rather than using the bamboo baskets made by Hsinchu, it’s better to send them to Ping’an Jingzhong and sell them for a small amount of money. They can also be bought for the old woman who has been doing manual work at home and has suffered for a lifetime. Some good food.

The bamboo basket is dilapidated, as long as you can use it, that's enough...

Thinking of the old lady at home, this wrinkled old man, also smiled happily.

This is a kind-hearted and simple old couple, just like most ordinary people in this era, enjoying themselves in misery.

Liang Yiluo stared at him from a distance, sighing.

That old man has a wonderful life trajectory.

Standing in place, he pondered slightly, and Liang Yiluo stepped forward.

Walking on the slightly damp field road near the lake, the children running around looked at him curiously, but they were all a little afraid. The officials and ordinary people in Ping An Jing were not people living in the world at all.

The rustic-looking village woman grabbed her child and warned in a low voice that she didn't dare to let this luxuriously dressed adult be disturbed at all. If she blamed her, her family might not be able to eat.

The sturdy and dark young adults are working hard in the fields holding the worn-out ironware that everyone shares. The old farmer with a torn straw hat tugged at his trousers with many big holes, holding a leaf that he didn't know what it was in his hand, stuffing it into his mouth and chewing.

In this era, ironware is also restricted.

Seeing the direction that adult is going, it seems to be looking for the old man.

"Hey... I don't know what happened to Maro, how come I was targeted by such a big man?"

The old man sitting on the road in the field murmured like a sigh.

He didn't know the rank of that adult official, and didn't know much about Yamato's official position, but only from the clothes he knew that the adult was extraordinary, and he had seen several great people from a distance in his life. , But no one's dress has the beauty of that youth.

"Amaterasu God bless, Lord Suzhan Mingzun bless...I want to make Maro honest for the rest of his life, and now he has no children in his later years. I just hope that this time I will be well and I will be able to have a peaceful old age."

As if thinking of himself, the old man sighed.

However, he didn't dare to do anything, just sitting and watching. He is only a small person who fights against him. If he defies a big man and causes his family to be implicated, his own old body and bones will be hard to redeem even if it is ten thousand deaths.

All he can do is pray to the gods.

The noise of the child is not there, and even the birds in the sky are not chirping, as if being impressed by the temperament of that adult.

The middle-aged farming, the village women in the fields, are just talking softly, and there is no other way than closing their eyes and praying.

It is not that they are insensitive, but that this is the case.

With the reign of Emperor Wenwu, except for some monsters, the world is considered peaceful. Although the people of the Li people dare not say that they are rich, they can still make a living, and they will never ruin the lives of a family for others.

To pray to the gods for the old man is everyone's neighbor for so many years.

The old man who chopped bamboo also found Liang Yiluo. He stood in place at a loss, neither walking nor continuing to chop bamboo.

The bamboo forest squirts, enchanting and elegant, revealing a bit of heaviness, and it seems to be worried for the elderly who have lived in the bamboo forest for a lifetime.

"It's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that cannot be avoided..."

Thinking of the old woman at home, he sighed deeply. The old bamboo cutter put down the old machete in his hand to prevent disturbing the adult. He rubbed his hand with the old but clean clothes so that he could see it. Go up and be cleaner.

In this way, quietly waiting for Liang Yiluo to walk in front of him.

"This old man is well?"

Liang Yiluo stood three steps away from the bamboo-cutting old man, not moving forward, arching his hands slightly. This simple etiquette was already extremely polite in his position.

"How dare you, how dare you..." He waved his hand in a panic, and the old bamboo cutter bowed deeply. Liang Yiluo could give his hand at will, but he absolutely couldn't do it. This is the difference between the status of the two sides...

"This lord Gui'an!"

He carefully looked at the handsome and beautiful face, dressed in a purple-gold imperial robe, a folding fan, and a gentle smile on his face. He pondered and said, "I wonder if this adult is looking for a little old man, but something is wrong?"

"Let me ask you, are you familiar with this area?"

"The little old man has lived in this bamboo forest all his life. Although he dare not say that he knows this area, he is quite familiar."

The old bamboo-cutting man answered carefully, secretly looking at Liang Yiluo's face, fearing that his answer was wrong.

At the same time, I sighed. It was the first time in my life that I saw such a man with such an exuberant and elegant temperament. Compared with the Minister of Right who I had met, his age and temperament were totally different.

"I don't know how to call this old man?"

"It’s a shame to shame the little old man, I’m shame to shame the little old man, how dare you let an adult use the honorific..." it is good. "The little old man was named Sanuki Zomaro, and his ancestors lived in this bamboo forest. Now that he is old, everyone else is called the little old man "Take Toriweng"."