Lin Luoran and the three bid farewell to the woodcutter without staying overnight. Before leaving, they asked him what his name was. The young woodcutter was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile, "I'm under Matsuoka Sao."
Yuan Ye was surprised and wanted to say something, but Lin Luoran stopped him with his eyes.
The three of them turned a corner together, and after they were out of the sight of the woodcutter, they changed their route and went up Mount Fuji.
"Master, before the Meiji Restoration in Japan, only Chinese, aristocrats, and nobles had surnames. In the early years of the Meiji period, these low-level laborers had surnames in order to compile household registrations. People like Matsuoka and Shanzhang obviously used their residences as their surnames during the Meiji Restoration. The target... a Japanese with a surname will not be a woodcutter."
Lin Luoran nodded, "He has a weak constitution. He doesn't look like a woodcutter who grew up in the mountains. Instead, he looks like a flower in a greenhouse... Do you understand what I mean?"
Yuan Ye was taken aback, "Master, do you suspect that he is... one of those young people from Shibuya who disappeared?"
"Looking at his appearance, he can't remember the past at all, as if he was born to be a woodcutter." Father Lin said very little, and when he spoke, he often hit the point.
It's only been a month since the first missing persons incident, so how could Japanese youths be born woodcutters? Thinking of the wooden statue in the space, Lin Luoran turned his head to Yuan Ye and Dad Lin and said, "I don't want to be like that woodcutter and forget all the past, we have to be vigilant at all times and remind each other , stick to your heart."
Papa Lin and Yuan also took it very seriously, and within a short while, the three of them arrived in front of the Asama Grand Shrine in the palace. As expected, there was no expansion here, and snowflakes filled the entrance of the shrine. Although it was a bit shabby, Lin Luoran felt more The nature of the shrine.
Xiao Jin went to the local birds to exchange feelings and inquire about news.
She, Papa Lin, and Yuan Ye sneaked in quietly, and the shrine still enshrines the "Goddess of Muhua Blooming Ye Ji Ming", and there is nothing unusual about it.
It really does seem to be a devout religious place. After Yuan Ye came out, he was silent for a long time, "Master, I wonder if we are in a dream."
"Oh, why do you feel this way?" Lin Luoran always paid more attention to the thoughts of this senior disciple.
Yuan Ye coughed, "During the Ming Dynasty, there were still many alchemy cultivators in Huaxia. At the same time in Japan, such an important place as Mount Fuji Shrine, Master, you have a high level of cultivation. Disciples and ancestors are only in the period of Qi training. Shrines It's so strange that no one in the center noticed us sneaking in."
Yes, it’s so strange. The flawless Mount Fuji and the shrine are like a flower shelf, lacking the background that it should have, so Yuan Ye said it suddenly seemed like a dream.
Xiao Jin flew back, and the bird here was dumbfounded, unable to communicate with it. It didn't ask any useful clues and returned without success.
Lin Luoran agreed with Yuan Ye more and more. All this was like a dream. She lowered her head and thought for a while, "Let's go to Edo to see."
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Edo was the later Tokyo. The Tokugawa shogunate was the political center of the Tokugawa shogunate during its more than two hundred years of rule from the first daimyo to the Meiji Restoration. But in the early years of the Edo Shogunate, Edo was still an ordinary small town.
Walking on the streets of Edo, although the three of Lin Luoran couldn't see them all, their clothes were different from the people of the time, and they certainly caught the eye. The three of them definitely don't know how to wear Japanese clothes, and turned a deaf ear to those probing eyes.
The Japanese do not have an advantage in height, let alone the Edo people four hundred years ago. As a woman, Lin Luoran is 1.7 meters tall, walking on the street is enough to look down on most people.
Of course, there are exceptions.
A man in a plain white samurai suit stood out because he was tall and familiar.
"Ye Xiaobei!"
The lucky one who came to the Lin family to receive the Foundation Establishment Pill, how could Yuan Ye forget that even Lin Luoran recognized this young man, it was Ye Xiaobei whom he met a few years ago. At this moment, he is like a nobleman in Edo, with a long sword on his waist, not at all like a monk and otaku, with radiance, compared to other warriors or ronin on the street.
When he heard someone call "Ye Xiaobei", he turned a deaf ear to it. When he passed by Lin Luoran, he even looked at Lin Luoran frivolously. In the past, it was to put a knife on his neck, and this nerd cultivator didn't dare to be so frivolous to "Uncle Lin".
Yuan Ye was so angry that he wanted to beat up this kid, but Lin Luoran stopped him: "He must have forgotten who he is at this moment, and he met an acquaintance by such a coincidence, let's follow and see."
Seeing that Ye Xiaobei was well dressed, she guessed many places where he might go back, but she never thought it would be a remote alley. There are also quite a few people dressed as samurai gathered around the door of a certain house, talking about "Xuezi".
The sound of silk and bamboo playing and singing came faintly, which seemed to imply the meaning of cherry blossoms. Inside the wall, a red plum tree was in full bloom. Taking advantage of a little bit of snow, Lin Luoran suddenly understood where this place was—Firework Lane throughout the ages, regardless of region or country, really is the same tune.
Yuan Ye turned pale with shock, "Ye Xiaobei, a brat, actually came to visit brothels."
Lin Luoran kicked him, "Who visits brothels in broad daylight, this should be a place for Kabuki performances."
That's really not right, Yuan is also heartbroken, Ye Xiaobei really has no morals at all, he dressed in a Japanese samurai uniform and excitedly came to watch the Kabuki performance.
A "masquerade man" with a painted face white and a bright red mouth came out with extremely coy steps. Wearing a skirt with a black background and a red border is much more cumbersome than a modern kimono.
As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, her voice seemed to be run over by a wheel, Lin Luoran knew that this gorgeously dressed woman was not young.
She said a lot in a pretentious tone, to the effect that the girl "Xuezi" was still dressing up, and asked the guests to wait and so on.
This is a very obvious way to whet one's appetite and increase one's status. Ye Xiaobei seemed to be impatient, as if he valued "Xuezi" very much, and most of the rest of the warriors also had such expressions of impatience and the need to endure.
The three of Lin Luoran were also watching quietly, and the masked woman with a snow-white face looked this way from time to time, sizing up Lin Luoran's face without a trace. This is probably her occupational disease. When she sees a beautiful woman, she always wonders if she will be popular if she performs kabuki, but Lin Luoran is full of extravagance. This masked woman also knows that she can't think about it overnight. She took a few glances Finally disappointed.
After waiting for half an hour, a few white-faced geisha came out with sloppy steps, and went in surrounded by a group of samurai.
Lin Luoran and the others also went in with the crowd, but were stopped by the masked man who looked like a bustard.
Women can't go in
Probably the truth is that women without money can't go in. Lin Luoran saw that many warriors threw a small ingot of gold nude to the masked bustard. She didn't bring gold or silver, but there were many other valuable things in the space.
Lin Luoran took out a small piece of rough jadeite from the space, and when it was handed to the Masked Man, it turned into a transparent jade wrench. Jade and gold should have been common currencies in ancient Asia, but the masked man shrank back from holding their hand and became respectful.
Take dad to the brothel? This is a new experience. Although he came here to deal with business, Lin Luoran was not too embarrassed.
The paper doors were pulled open, and it turned out to be a big room, a long house, divided into small rooms by screens. Lin Luoran chose an inconspicuous location, as long as Ye Xiaobei could be seen.
A geisha came up to pour wine, and Lin Luoran casually threw her the jade material left over from the finger-wrench just now. She was a full-fledged entertainer—if Lin Luoran was not a good-looking woman, even the geisha would have posted up.
It was the kind of Japanese folk music with the tune of cherry blossoms again. A tall geisha in a red dress with hairpins was helped out. The white powder on her face was much thinner, and she could still see her facial features. Lin Luoran guessed that this was some kind of "Xuezi", and swept it lightly, but was so surprised that she almost knocked over the wine on the table.
"Lin Qingxue!"
"Xuezi" looked over, it didn't seem like Ye Xiaobei was completely indifferent to her name, there was a lot of confusion in her eyes. The masked man saw that Lin Luoran was a messer, and warned her with his eyes if he was not kind.
Lin Luoran ignored her, "Lin Qingxue, what are you doing in this dress?"
The samurai drew out their swords in a flash to guard the goddess "Xuezi girl", and the masked bustard also ordered others to help Xuezi down.
The screen was accidentally knocked down by the geisha, and one of "Yuezi's" sleeves was pulled off, revealing a healthy wheat-colored complexion. The three characters "Lin Qingxue" were engraved on her wrist with some tool, and they were clearly recognizable.
"My name is not Xuezi, I am... Lin Qingxue."
Perhaps because of the short time and her own willpower, Lin Qingxue has not completely forgotten her previous life. At this moment, seeing her real name engraved on her arm, she struggled to rush towards Lin Luoran.
"Notify Cultivator Lin, go and notify Cultivator Lin..." She was obviously emotionally unstable, she didn't recognize the three people in front of her, she just subconsciously wanted to bring the news to Lin Luoran.
Lin Luoran sighed, knocked her unconscious, and asked Yuan Ye to carry her away.
Ye Xiaobei held the long sword and yelled, "Put down Miss Xuezi!"
Lin Luoran turned her head, "Who are you?" She was afraid that Ye Xiaobei wouldn't be able to understand Chinese in this state, so she deliberately spoke Japanese.
Ye Xiaobei raised his chin, "Tokugawa Zhenbei!"
Interesting, is your last name Tokugawa? Lin Luoran chuckled, "Knock me unconscious and take them away together."
Yuan Ye's figure was like a ghost, grabbed Ye Xiaobei, Lin Luoran took Lin Qingxue who was unconscious, and walked out of this place with the two of them.
The masked old bustard seemed to be suffering from hypochondriasis, unable to stand steadily: "It's over, it's over, the son of the Tokugawa family has been robbed..."
A geisha reminded in a low voice, "There is still Yukiko."
Suffering from chondrosis, the masquerade masquerade wailed and completely fainted.
The cash cow and the big money owner were robbed together. Indeed, no one could accept such a double stimulus. More importantly, that's the son of the Tokugawa family... Somebody, go and inform General Tokugawa!