Ye Tianlong didn't want to have anything to do with these Japanese, but turned away after he declined his kindness.
Seeing that the samurai in the lead could not keep him, he took out a wooden sign in his arms and handed it to Ye Tianlong, saying, "Since I don't want to leave the surname and name, this wooden sign is the symbol of our Yakuza. Difficulty, as long as you show this token in this land of Kyushu, the brothers in the gang will help you!"
Ye Tianlong took the token and turned and left. The head of the samurai looked at the medicinal nose and smelled the scent of the medicine. "What kind of medicine is this? This scent is so good?"
Several wounded samurai warriors came up and said, "Brother Jiro, this medicine is used to heal injuries!"
When several warriors heard that the medicine in the hands of the headed warrior was used to heal their injuries, they looked at the medicine in the hands of the headed warrior eagerly. When he saw several people looking at the medicine in his hand, he shouted: "Look. What look? Hurry up and bandage the wound, and carry the young lady home!"
Several warriors did not dare to violate his words, and one by one ran to the side to treat the wounds.
She hurriedly found a piece of paper for the few pills, wrapped the pills in her arms, and the eyes of the few people were staring at angrily: "Look at them, these medicines are to help the young lady, don’t even move. !"
After hearing this, several samurai looked away from greed.
Seeing how a few samurai were packing up, the samurai in the lead said: "Okay, take me up, let's go!"
Several people carried the female warrior out of the yard, and the Japanese police on the street were busy cleaning up the dead bodies on the street.
But the things that people didn't think of, the police, as if they hadn't seen them, were living their own affairs, no one came to ask them at all.
Leading the samurai walked in alone, and in a large hall made of bluestone deep in the dense forest, the dark hall had only a huge long bright lamp on the top of the hall, shining dim light.
In the center of the main hall, there are two rows of strong and wide wooden chairs. On the steps, there is this bluestone chair carved with bluestone, on which sits an old man with a thin body and a gray beard.
He was wearing a green cloth gown and a grimace mask, with only eyes and mouth left on it, all other places were covered, not what kind of face is behind this mask.
The leading samurai walked up to one knee and said: "Altar Lord, we are back!"
"How are things going?" Shen Yin asked the mask.
"We were fooled, and they united to deal with us. The brothers suffered heavy casualties. The brothers of Lan Jiantang lost their lives. There are less than 20 people left. The fourth lady almost died!" said the leading samurai.
The person sitting on the bluestone platform remained cold at first, but when he heard the name of Miss Si, his body trembled. The mask asked, "Quickly, where did the dead girl hurt?"
"Miss Si, I hurt my abdomen, with a wound of more than ten centimeters, and I can see the intestines. Fortunately, where a student from the Medical University happened to be, Miss Si got his life back!" said the leader of the samurai.
The person on the bluestone chair asked, "How is he now?"
"I'm carrying it back, where did the eldest lady go!" The leader samurai sank for a while, and said, "Altar Lord, I blame me for this. We didn't find the Fourth Miss, when did she get in."
"You can't be blamed, it's this dead girl who is disobedient and is causing you trouble, Jiro!" said the mask man.
"I don't blame Miss Four for this, I blame it all, it's me..."
The masked person interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and said, "Don't protect her. This dead girl is restless all day. She beats and kills all day long. Today, her life is so good that she can be saved. If this goes on, one day this little fate will not know where it is right!"
"Altar Lord, it's not to be blamed on Miss Fourth, this matter is also us today..."
"Don't go on and take a look, the injured brother, the family members of the deceased brother must be properly settled, and I have to go and see the dead girl!" said the masked man.
The leading samurai also stood up, took out a small paper bag in his arms, and handed it to the person wearing the mask.
"Master Altar, the medicine left by the student of the Medical University about this matter, the person said: It is his own refined medicine. After it is dissolved in boiling water, the wound will be cleaned once every three days. If there is no accident, these should be used up. The wound is healed."
The person wearing the mask took the medicine and said, "This medicine! This medicine turned out to be a pill!"
The leader of the samurai asked: "Altar Lord, what is a pill?".
"This is a kind of sacred medicine of Taoism. It is a kind of medicine that is only available in the legend. I have only seen such medicine in the master. It is said that there are not many masters, and they are all left by the previous master!" said wearing the mask.
"Does this need to be so precious?" the head samurai exclaimed.
"But where is the medicine from the leader, it seems to be a kind of medicine used to heal injuries!"
"It's a medicine for wounds. I would like to see the medicine he used to heal the young lady." Headed Bushido.
"Jiro, you must find this person, don't offend him, this person can't afford to offend, you must help him as much as possible."
The head of the samurai bowed, wearing a mask and said: "Tomorrow I am going to Kyoto, and I will leave Japan for a while. You will take care of the affairs here!"
"Let's go to Shanmu to apply first, and show the four girls to see the injury." Wearing a mask commanded.
"Yes!" the leader Samurai Jiro responded.
"Let's go, come and see that girl with me!" said the masked man, and walked towards the back of the palace, the leader of Samurai Jiro carefully following him.
In the evening of the next day, Ouyang Hui came to a shop selling antiques and calligraphy and paintings not far from Dazaifu. This is a very old shop. An old man in Japanese clothes with a gray beard and decent dozed on the counter.
Ouyang Hui walked to the counter and knocked on the counter. The old man raised his head and asked, "Girl, I don't know what you want to order?"
"I want to buy a Chinese ink painting landscape, don't know if you have one here?" Ouyang Hui said.
"This girl, there are Chinese ink and wash landscapes, but I don't know which painter you want?" the old man asked.
"I don't quite understand this. My grandfather is over his birthday. He loves Chinese landscape paintings, so please pick one for me. The price is not a problem!"
"Are you Miss Ouyang?"
Ouyang Hui nodded and said, "Is there any news at home?"
"Tomorrow at noon at home, in the small alley not far from your school entrance, there will be a black car waiting for you, responsible for escorting you back to Shanghai. Only four of you can go back this time. The family recommends that you and Xia Cao stayed and waited for the next batch to go together!" said the old man behind the counter.
"Okay, but why didn't the family let Xia Cao return home first?" Ouyang Hui asked.
The old man said: "The family recovery said that if Xia Cao's identity cannot ensure safety, no action should be taken to avoid alerting the Japanese."
"I know about this, and I still think it is the best way to let Xia Cao return home as soon as possible!" Ouyang Hui said.
"I will convey your opinion to the country, and the specific actions are still waiting for the domestic people to arrange." The old man said.
"I reserve my opinion! Obey the organization's arrangements!" Ouyang Hui said.