In the end, Fang Li naturally refused the invitation of Sifang Chuanchangpu.
The title of samurai sounds very tall, but in this era, most of the samurai in this country have long been rotten.
Don't say anything else, just look at the samurai in Xianjin Post.
Timid.
Bullying the soft and afraid of the hard.
Dare not act.
Without dignity.
This is the interpretation of today's samurai.
Because of the existence of Kabane, the body and mind of the samurai have been worn to the point of incompleteness.
In the original work, there have been many times that the warriors were afraid of the existence of Kabane, causing many disputes, and even slandering ordinary people and even killing ordinary people, which is not very strange.
Therefore, in this era, the samurai seem to be helping to manage the various stations, but in the hearts of ordinary citizens, they are almost no different from bullies.
People have no respect for samurai, only fear.
This is the state of this era.
Perhaps this is the relationship between Kuchi Kakusu's attachment to the dignity of the samurai
At least, in Fang Li's view, among the original samurai, only Kuchi Kakusu and Arakawa Kibitu can be regarded as real samurai, and the rest are just disappointing existences.
Therefore, Fang Li didn't want to be one of these people.
Even if he could get closer to the Sifang Chuanchangpu and protect her nearby to complete the main task two, Fang Li didn't want to do it.
Of course, Fang Li will not say the reason, it will only hurt the harmony of both parties.
In this regard, Sifang Chuanchangpu was a little disappointed. It seemed that he really wanted to help Fangli to get rid of Fangli's identity as a wanderer.
As a future station manager, this kindness is not a good thing.
However, no one hates kind people.
The same goes for Fangli.
Therefore, Fang Li chatted with Sifang calamus for a while, during which the Sifang calamus continued to smile.
It’s not that Fang Li has much humor, but this era lacks too much entertainment. As a person who has lived for 18 years in the era of information explosion in the 21st century, Fang Li casually talked about some interesting things. So Sifang Chuanchangpu was curious and laughed endlessly.
This has two consequences.
One is Sifang Chuanchangpu, a deep boudoir daughter who has never seen much entertainment, opened the door of the conversation. Although the chat room is still polite, it is also a little bit more peculiar to innocent girls.
One is that Jiuzhi Laisu didn't say a word from beginning to end, but looked at Fang Li with a fierce look, as if he was looking at some bitter and enmity enemy, that appearance, so much that he wanted to draw a sword. After cutting Fangli, it would be better to say that I just want to pounce on Fangli and take a bite.
In such a happy conversation, Sifang Chuanchangpu suddenly thought of something important, and exclaimed a little.
"Master Changpu?" As if he finally found a chance to intervene, Jiuzhi Laixu immediately asked, "What's the matter with you?"
"I... I almost forgot." Sifang Chuanchangpu said in a panic, "I have to help my father get his short steam gun to repair today."
Hearing this, Fang Li suddenly raised his head and looked at Sifang Chuanqi.
"!"
At this moment, Sifang Chuanchangpu felt a chill spread all over his body.
Because, for a moment, Sifang Chuanchangpu saw it.
In front of this wanderer who talked with him happily, a pair of ordinary eyes suddenly flashed an ice-blue light.
The icy blue light was able to deprive Sifang Sichuan calamus of body temperature, as if it could wipe out all the life in her body, giving Sifang Sichuan calamus a kind of illusion.
An illusion that he is not facing a person, but a god.
An illusion of death.
At the moment, Sifang Chuanchangpu couldn't help taking two steps back.
"Master Changpu?" Jiuzhi Rausu asked strangely, "What's wrong with you?"
"Fang... Mr. Fangli?" Sifang Chuanchangpu ignored Jiuzhi Laixi, but looked at Fang Li with a frightened expression, and said with a trembling voice: "You... You just..."
Seeing the horrified appearance of Sifang Chuanchangpu, Fang Li secretly cried out in his heart.
"Sorry, Master Changpu." Fang Li said apologetically, "I didn't mean to scare you."
"No..." Sifang Chuanchangpu stroked his chest, and after hesitating for a while, he asked: "But, just now your eyes..."
"Eyes?" Fang Li asked pretendingly: "What's wrong with my eyes?"
Seeing Fang Li's puzzled expression, Sifang Chuanchangpu calmed down and looked at Fang Li's eyes again.
There, there are only a pair of dark ordinary eyes.
Could it be that I was wrong just now
This thought came up in Sifang Chuanchangpu's heart.
Instead of waiting for Sifang Chuanchangpu to come up with a reason, Fangli reminded: "Miss Changpu, didn't you just say that you want to help your father fix the short tube?"
"Yes... Yes." Sifang Chuanchangpu nodded. "It's because of this matter that I came to Lixi. I want him to protect me and accompany me out the door."
"Then let's go out quickly." Although Jiuzhi Laisu wondered why Sifang Chuanchangpu suddenly made a fuss, he still said: "If you delay the affairs of the chief, you may be punished."
"Say... That's what I said." Sifang Chuanchangpu seemed to be a little concerned, but when he thought of business, he had to say goodbye to Fangli.
Fang Li talked with Sifang Chuan Iris in a relaxed tone as before, and sent away Sifang Chuan Iris and Jiuzhi Rasu.
After Sifang Chuanchangpu and Jiuzhi Laisu left one after another, the smile on Fangli's face disappeared little by little, and he sighed instead.
"It seems that I have to find a chance to hone the control of the magic eye."
Although Fang Li could use his will to suppress the activation of the Eye of Death from the very beginning, when Fang Li's emotions fluctuated, the Eye of Death would still open involuntarily.
Just now, although the Demon Eye of Straight Death only appeared for a moment, in that moment, Fang Li still clearly saw the death line of Sifang Chuanchangpu.
The dead lines all over the body of the Sifang calamus are like dividing them, giving Fangli the feeling that the Sifang calamus is falling apart.
However, I didn't expect that Sifang Chuanchangpu was so sensitive, and I actually noticed the abnormality.
"But, fix the short tube?"
Fang Li just remembered this matter.
In the original book, on the day the plot began, Sifang Chuanchangpu took her father's short steam gun to repair it.
"It seems that the plot has finally begun."