Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo

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

It is precisely because of this that human beings fear them, fear them, and the 'fear' that arises from them makes more and more monsters.

Coming out of Ping'an Jing and walking for about several kilometers, an extremely wide lake appeared in front of Liangyiluo.

This is the largest freshwater lake in Japan, covering an area of ​​about 600 square kilometers of Lake Biwa. In terms of area alone, this lake must be as large as thirty Heian-kyo now.

Standing by the lake, holding a folding fan, feeling the beauty of the water and light, monsters are not rampant during the day, otherwise humans would have been eaten up by monsters long ago.

And here, he is not alone.

People who can live in Heian-kyo, even civilians, are worth a bit, but most of them, like these people, live near the city, and the surroundings of this freshwater lake are naturally a good place to live, although It is not as prosperous as the interior of 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 money and more innocence.

There are few monsters near the city, and there are priestesses, onmyojis, monks and other exorcists in most cities. Naturally, monsters will not invade human territory, let alone the capital of the country. The yin and yang family in Heian capital, the monks, and the shrine maidens, even if they want to walk around here, the monsters have to weigh whether they will be killed by humans directly.

Not far from Danshui Lake, there is an extremely wide bamboo forest. The noble and simple temperament of the bamboo forest is elegant and refined, with a faint charm, quiet and elegant, like a peerless beauty, which makes people feel in a 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, but he didn't expect that he would be in heat just after leaving the Xingyue world? To be able to see the bamboo forest as a beauty...

Liang Yiluo's eyes were deep. In the green bamboo forest, he saw an old man who was struggling to cut down the bamboo...

Chapter 0010: Taketori Weng

The old bamboo feller calmly stood in front of a mature bamboo, took a deep breath, raised the blunt hatchet in his hand, and cut to the cut part of the bamboo.

The emerald green bamboo fell down along with the branches and leaves. The old man chuckled and wiped the sweat from his brow with his patched sleeves. That seemingly easy movement was already somewhat difficult at his age. .

His skill is very good, it is a survival skill bought with life and life.

Rubbing the fallen green bamboo with his hands, the old man seemed to be thinking about what to do with it.

His hands are very rough, which is proof of a lifetime of hard work, dark skin, rough palms, but there is a strange gentleness in the movement of stroking the bamboo.

These bamboos are the foundation of his survival, and these bamboos are the necessities for his livelihood. If there is a god of bamboo, he must be the most devout believer.

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

He was reluctant to change the bamboo basket.

Bamboo baskets woven from Hsinchu are better sold in Ping’an Jingzhong than used by themselves. In exchange for a little money, they can be bought by the old lady who has been doing manual work at home every day and has suffered with him all her life. some good food.

The bamboo baskets are getting old, as long as I can use them, that's enough...

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

This is a kind and simple old couple, just like most ordinary people in this era, enjoying their own happiness in their misery.

Liang Yiluo stared at him from a distance, sighing a little.

That old man has a wonderful life trajectory.

Standing on the spot and pondering for a while, Liang Yiluo took a step.

Walking on the slightly damp field path near the lake, although the children running back and forth looked at him curiously, they were all a little scared. The officials and lords in Heian capital and these ordinary people did not live in the same world at all.

The village woman with a rustic complexion held her child and warned her in a low voice, not daring to disturb this luxuriously dressed adult, if she blamed her, her whole family might be overwhelmed.

Strong and dark young adults, holding the old iron tools shared by everyone, are working hard in the fields. The old farmer wearing a worn-out straw hat tugged at his trousers with many big holes exposed, holding an unknown leaf in his hand, stuffing it into his mouth, and chewing.

In this era, ironware was also restricted.

Looking at the direction the adult was going, it seemed that he was looking for the old man.

"Hey... I don't know what happened to Zaomaro, why was such a big shot targeted?"

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

He didn't know what kind of official position that lord lived in, and he didn't know much about Yamato's official position, but just from the clothes, he knew that the lord was extraordinary. In his life, he had seen several great people from afar , but no one is dressed as gorgeously as that youth.

"God Amaterasu bless you, Master Suzhan Mingzun bless you... I think that Zuomalu has been honest all his life, if he doesn't even have a child tonight, I just hope that this time he will be well and live a peaceful old age."

As if thinking of himself, the old man sighed.

However, he didn't dare to do anything, he just sat and watched obediently. I am just a common man, if I go against some big person and get my family implicated, even if I die, I will not be able to atone for my sins with my old body.

All he can do is to pray to the gods.

The noise of the children was gone, and even the birds in the sky were not chirping, as if they were overwhelmed by the temperament of the adult.

The adults in the field and the village women in the fields are only soft-spoken, and they have no other choice but to close their eyes and pray.

It's not that they're insensitive, it's just the way it is.

Today's Emperor Wenmu is in power, 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 definitely not ruin their lives for others.

I prayed to the gods for the old man, and we have been neighbors for so many years.

The old man who chopped bamboo also found Liangyiluo, he stood there at a loss, he didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to continue cutting bamboo.

The bamboo grove made a sound of rinsing, enchanting and elegant, revealing a little heaviness, as if worried about the old man who had lived in this bamboo grove all his life.

"It's a blessing, not a curse. A disaster can't be avoided..."

Thinking of the old lady at home, he sighed deeply, and the old bamboo cutter put down the old machete in his hand, so as not to disturb the lord, he rubbed his hands with the old but clean clothes, so that he could see Go clean up.

Just like that, she quietly waited for Liangyiluo to walk in front of him.

"Is this old man okay?"

Liang Yiluo stood three steps away from the old bamboo cutter, stopped moving forward, and slightly arched his hands. This simple etiquette was considered extremely polite considering his status.

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

"My lord is safe!"

He carefully looked at this handsome and delicate young man wearing a purple-gold imperial robe, holding a folding fan, and smiling warmly, and after deliberating, he said, "I don't know if this lord is looking for the little old man, but he has something to do?"

"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 he knows everything about this area, he is quite familiar with it."

The old bamboo cutter answered cautiously, secretly looking at Liang Yiluo's face, afraid that his answer might be wrong.

At the same time, he sighed unceasingly, this was the first time in his life that he saw such an overbearing and elegant person, compared to the right minister he had seen before, in terms of age and temperament, it was simply not the same.

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

"It's a little old man Zhesha, it's a little old man Zhesha, how dare you let the adults use the respectful name..." The old bamboo cutter panicked and wanted to wave his hands, but he felt impolite, his hands trembled in front of him, and he didn't know what to do it is good. "The little old man is called Sanuki Zaomaro, and his ancestors lived in this bamboo forest. Now that he is old, everyone calls the little old man 'Bamboo Tori'."