In a simple bedroom.
A tatami mat full of wormholes and stains was spread out on the ground, and not far away was a thin quilt and cotton mat.
"The environment is a bit bad, don't mind."
He scooped up a ladle of cold water from the water jar behind him and slowly filled the small porcelain cup in front of him.
"Due to the lack of iron tools, cooking and boiling water became too much of a luxury."
Pushing the porcelain cup in front of Xue Yun, the old farmer with an unattractive appearance drooped his eyelids and said noncommittally: "Try it, although it is a little cold, but it is serious well water at least. Don't worry, there is absolutely no difference." poison......"
Slowly picking up the porcelain cup, Xue Yun lowered his head and glanced at the well water in the cup.
I saw a faint layer of oil floating in the turbid well water, and even the corpses of a few flying insects floating on the water.
"Uh, thank you, I'm not thirsty..."
In Daxia, Long is accustomed to drinking good tea.
Xue Yun really couldn't accept such a simple reception for a while, so he had to politely refuse and quickly changed the subject: "Old sir, the name of Aomori County you just mentioned..."
"Fuyun Kuchiki, the forty-fifth daimyo of Aomori County, is also the overlord of the feudal lords who currently controls this atoll island."
Drooped eyelids.
The old farmer had a melancholy expression, his eyes full of inexplicable memories, and shook his head: "Her ideas are very extreme. In her view, all the evils and contradictions in the world come from the possession of destructive weapons in the hands of too many people. "
Startled slightly.
Xue Yun frowned lightly, immediately feeling extremely surprised by this daimyo's outlook on life.
In Fuyun Kuchiki's understanding, there would be no disputes and conflicts without weapons, and together with the elimination of the wild monsters, there would be no need for so many free-spirited night watchmen to dictate in their own territory.
With a simple and crude one-size-fits-all approach, the island will naturally become peaceful and stable.
"I'm afraid there's something wrong with this guy's brain..."
I couldn't help but vomit.
Xue Yun felt a headache when he thought that the supplies Zhao Tianyi needed happened to be contraband prohibited in this atoll island.
Thinking about it, the situation over Hu Kui and Wang Defa's side probably won't be much better.
"Old man..."
Outside the bedroom door, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.
The thin figure reflected through the translucent door curtain, and the person outside the door looked very respectful and reserved.
"The firewood for heating has been chopped, and I've also cleaned up Heiyamaru's side so that he can return to his nest early. As for the ninja clothes, you see..."
Silently rolling his eyes.
After adjusting his sitting posture cross-legged, the old farmer said feebly: "Come into the house and talk."
A swish sound~~
The wooden door opened with a bang, and the young man standing in front of it had wild hair like a chicken coop.
Under his bright eyes, there is a pair of thick, dark eyelids. From the look, it is obviously caused by staying up late for a long time.
"Old man, please forgive me for my mistake!"
He held the pitch-black ninja suit in his hands.
Stepping into the house, Jiwotou knelt on his knees, bent down and bowed respectfully to the old man in front of him.
"I swear that in all my future actions, I will give priority to your opinion and I will never make decisions based on emotion or without authorization again!"
His face was pressed against the floor.
The young man in front of him shouted loudly: "Please accept my apology!"
In an instant.
The entire bedroom suddenly became extremely quiet, except for the strange sound of the cold wind outside, which was almost to the point where you could hear a pin drop.
Lift your chin.
Raising his eyebrows and looking at the "Ninhao Wild Dog" lying in front of the old man, Xue Yun suddenly felt that this guy didn't look like a time traveler.
Whether it's Xue Yun himself or Liu Lang.
No matter what their nature is, these time-travelers will usually not act so groveling, even if they have something in the hands of others.
There is no other reason——
Having been a man for two generations, he has a vision and structure that transcends this era.
Under the premise of no special reasons, whether they are relatives or friends, even if their own strength is insufficient, the self-esteem of the time-travelers does not allow them to surrender to others at will.
"Being sharp is not necessarily a good thing."
Pair of gloves in long sleeves.
The old farmer in front of him closed his eyes slightly, shook his head and said: "If the person following you today is not the young man in front of you, but the Seven Shadows from the temple, or simply Fuyun Kuchiki himself... "
He pondered for a moment.
The old farmer sitting cross-legged on the ground coughed twice and said meaningfully.
"Do you think we still have a chance to talk properly here?"
His shoulders suddenly froze.
The "Ninhao Stray Dog" kneeling in front of the old man was completely speechless. While his whole body was shaking, he finally lowered his head even lower.
"Go down and rest."
The old farmer's expression was calm, and the wrinkles on his forehead gathered together. He shook his head and sighed: "Reflect on it and think about how to deal with things in the future."
"yes......"
He responded softly.
The childish young man quickly picked up his ninja clothes, quickly stood up and left the bedroom. Before leaving, he gave Xue Yun an indignant look, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.
Wait until the other person leaves.
The old man and the young man in the bedroom inevitably looked at each other for a while, and the atmosphere instantly became a little awkward.
"Uh, actually..."
Grinning, Xue Yun was just trying to find an excuse to leave this place of right and wrong.
After all, he came to the village this time to collect supplies. Since he has determined the barrenness here, there is no need to stay any longer. What's more, judging from the performance of "Ninhao Stray Dogs" just now, that guy doesn't seem to be a real person. The time traveler.
If you stay any longer, it will lose all meaning except wasting time.
"That kid just now is just a local aboriginal, not a time traveler..."
He raised his head and drank all the cold well water in the porcelain cup.
The old farmer in front of him suddenly spoke, raised his head and stared deeply at the confused Xue Yun, and said with a determined expression: "Actually, I am the real time traveler."
Damn it!
Damn it, how is this possible? !
With his eyes widened, Xue Yun was completely petrified on the spot, and his brain almost shut down along with the old farmer's words.
"Introduce yourself."
He stretched out his wrinkled palm towards Xue Yun.
The old farmer smiled seriously and said: "My name is Hayato Araki. I have traveled to this post-apocalyptic wasteland era for sixty-seven years. Speaking of which, I should be considered your senior."
"Senior... hello."
The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
In the end, he chose to hold the other party's hand, Xue Yun said with a stunned expression.
"My name is Xue Yun. I have only been in this world for twenty-four years..."
