Ma Xingkong used too much force and hurt the woman in his arms. He quickly helped the woman up and apologized: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Haha!" The woman let out two laughs. Ma Xingkong then looked at the woman's face. Although this was Kyoto, Ma Xingkong had never seen someone dressed like this. They were wearing kimono in the clear season.
That's all, he was still holding an umbrella. His face was painted pale, but his lips were bright red. If he saw it at night, he would definitely think he was seeing a ghost.
Not to mention these things, if you look at this woman's appearance alone, she is absolutely beautiful. She has an oval face, and her nose and eyes may not look good when listed separately, but the whole length of this face complements each other so well, no more, no less.
It was just right. Ma Xingkong was a little stunned, and he didn't react until the woman fed her a few times.
"Haha!" He smiled before saying anything: "You are a soldier, right?"
Ma Xingkong shook his head first, and then nodded hurriedly. The woman was wearing a kimono embroidered with cherry blossom petals, with a white base and red petals dotted in between. Her whole body looked fresh and refined. Ma Xingkong hurriedly said: "
I'm so sorry just now, I was thinking about something and didn't see you!"
The woman smiled, nodded slightly, stepped out of the way, and signaled Ma Xingkong to go first. Ma Xingkong also nodded, walked around the woman. After walking far away, Ma Xingkong still couldn't hold it back, and looked back, but he had already found her.
There was no trace of that woman, and I couldn't help but feel a little lonely.
The salty and fishy sea breeze blew from the sea, which made people feel a little uncomfortable. "Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. I have tried my best. I can only blame Mu Yunchen for not being secretive, which led to today's results."
It's inevitable!" Ma Xingkong comforted himself in this way, finding a step for himself to put down these things.
He put his hands into his pockets and walked in the direction of the school with one step at a time. After taking two steps, he seemed to touch something with his right hand. I don't usually wear this kind of clothes, and rarely put anything in my pockets. I touched it again and felt that it was a piece of clothing.
A small piece of paper. I took out the piece of paper, opened it and looked at it. There were only four Chinese characters on it: Chunxiang Art Museum.
"Chunxiang Art Museum! Chunxiang Art Museum!" Ma Xingkong felt that the word "Chunxiang Art Museum" was very familiar. He suddenly remembered that several officers who came with him often mentioned the word "Chunxiang Art Museum". Whenever they mentioned this,
They all had a look of lust on their faces. Ma Xingkong once asked Mu Yunchen, and Mu Yunchen only told him that the art hall was a place to spend money.
It seemed that someone was asking him to go somewhere. Who was this person? It couldn't be those Chinese officers. Several times he wanted to see the excitement with those people, but those people refused to take him with him. It was even less possible for the young monk.
, could it be the woman just now?
After asking about the address of Chunxiang Art Hall, Ma Xingkong walked towards the largest art gallery street in Kyoto with a little bit of excitement and worry. As soon as he entered the street, the whole street was filled with art galleries of all sizes. It was a harmonious place.
Like the Bada Hutongs in the capital, there is a strong smell of powder as soon as you enter the street. But what is different from the Bada Hutongs is that it is much quieter here. There are no prostitutes leaning against the doors and windows to show off their charms, and there are no glasses and glasses of laughter.
of noisy.
There was only a red lantern at the entrance of every art hall, indicating that it was open. Ma Xingkong searched for a long time before he found Chunxiang Art Hall. Chunxiang Art Hall was not a big art hall.
I saw the entire hall. Several diners were chatting and eating there. On the table inside, with the accompaniment of music, several women dressed like the woman I saw today were slowly posing in various poses.
Ma Xingkong found a seat and sat down. He looked around and saw at a glance that the woman he saw this afternoon was sitting in a box in the back. She didn't know who she was talking to and was talking happily. It was not long, so the woman came slowly.
Go to Ma Xingkong: "You're here!"
Ma Xingkong nodded and smiled at each other like two acquaintances. The woman said, "Go to the private room inside! I'll let you meet someone!"
Ma Xingkong followed the woman to the small private room. As soon as he entered the door, a huge bald head appeared in front of him. The nine genuine ring scars on his head made Ma Xingkong recognize the man at a glance: "
Master Tongming? This..."
Tongming smiled and asked Ma Xingkong to sit next to him: "Haha, I am forced to have no choice! I heard from my apprentice that someone was looking for me, and I guessed it was you, so I asked Miezi to bring you here, tell me.
,What happened?"
"Master Tongming, Mu..." Ma Xingkong just said "Mu" and immediately shut up.
Tongming said: "Miezi is one of our own, tell me!"
"Brother Mu was arrested! I was tortured for a whole day and night, and I came to you as a last resort!" Ma Xingkong briefly narrated the story of Mu Yunchen's arrest, and finally said: "We have to find a way to rescue him quickly.
Otherwise, Brother Mu will be tortured to death by them!"
Tongming nodded: "Yes! We need to save people quickly. Tell us what you need, and I will definitely find a way to do it for you!"
Ma Xingkong was not polite: "I want someone with a good hand to accompany me, and someone to take care of me. I also need to find a good doctor. Brother Mu must be seriously injured!"
Tongming thought for a while, then turned to look at Mieko: "Go and make arrangements immediately. It's best to take action tonight!"
Miezi nodded and went out. Ma Xingkong watched Miezi close the sliding door of the private room and listened to Miezi's footsteps walking away. Then he asked Tongming: "What does he do? Why is he dressed like this?"
"Hehehe..., little brother, you are such a good boy. You have been in Kyoto for so long, and you don't even know what this outfit is for?" Tongming looked at Ma Xingkong: "Do you know where this place is?"
Ma Xingkong said: "Isn't it Yiguan Street?"
"Gakuin, the residence of geisha!..."
"What? A brothel?" Before Tongming could finish speaking, Ma Xingkong jumped up high: "So, Mieko is a prostitute?"
Tongming smiled and said: "No, no! Geishas are not prostitutes. Geishas do not sell their bodies. Japan does not want us in China. They divide the industry very clearly. Geishas make money by their skills, while prostitutes make money by their skills."
It’s the body that makes food!”
"Really?" Ma Xingkong didn't believe it: "Don't lie to me, those people in the Bada Hutongs who are not prostitutes sell everything but sell everything in the end. As long as the price is right, even people dare to sell!"
Tongming didn't want to argue with Ma Xingkong on this issue. The two agreed to meet at the back of the school in the evening. Before Miezi came back, Ma Xingkong left first. Back to the dormitory, Ma Xingkong pulled
He opened the quilt and buried his head in sleep. Seeing Ma Xingkong's attitude, everyone started making sarcastic remarks. Ma Xingkong ignored him completely. He was very confident in tonight's rescue. He put down what was on his mind, and within ten minutes, Ma Xingkong