[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

"Today I will tell a story about the Demon Sword."

Honmaru held a night talk as usual.

A few knives sat together and blew out the other lamps in the room, leaving only one in the center. The dim light shone on the corner of the quilt, and the faces of the knives were also dim.

Just as people tell ghost stories and talk about strange stories between humanized ghosts, the protagonist of the stories about knives is naturally a knife.

"That's a legend from the Edo period, which was passed down by word of mouth."

Xinghe soaked in the clear and icy lake, and the floating water line often submerged his mouth and nose. Xinghe just raised his head slightly to fix his posture, allowing his body to rise and fall at will.

He wiped his wet face, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the sky as clean as water, pure white and colorless.

He didn't know what happened. He was thrown into a vortex by the golden branches on the mirror, which seemed to be broken in time and space. The vortex was full of bizarre colors like a rotating kaleidoscope, and he retched and dizzy at a glance.

He took a few glances.

After waking up, you will be in this clean lake.

This is not Meteor Street, and even the depression in his heart reminds him that this is not even the original world.

After soaking in the water for a while, Xinghe swam to the shore, water droplets rolled from his body and splashed on the ground, and the heart-wrenching cold swept his whole body.

After the thought power disappeared, his body seemed to be weak.

I don't know what the reason for that mirror is.

After Xinghe woke up, the knife on his body was gone, his clothes were gone, and there was only a clean self left.

"what"

"Why don't you wear clothes"

A young man in old gray cloth with a basket on his back and a bamboo hat looked at Xinghe beside the river in amazement.

because

Wait for another stupid you.

Xinghe rushed forward in three or two steps, the young man's bamboo hat was knocked to the ground, and Xinghe held him down in the soil. Xinghe raised his hand and was about to slash at the other side's neck, but he saw those nervous eyes.

Like the sky you just saw.

This is a look he has forgotten for a long time, and it is related to distant songs and rising smoke.

Maybe it's also related to that little beggar.

Xinghe stopped, he took off the boy's clothes and put them on before leaving.

Before he had gone far, the young man who had been pushed to the ground by him and ate a few mouthfuls of soil stood up tremblingly, folded his arms and shouted at him, "It's so cold, at least leave one for me."

"No."

The boy kept rubbing his arms, exhaling white mist, "Please, please, I only have one complete piece of clothing, if I lose it, I can only"

"You."

Xinghe turned to the boy and said, "This is a robbery, not a transaction, please be quiet."

"robbery"

"you"

The young man stomped his feet and put on the pannier and bamboo hat, with only a white loincloth wrapped around his body, looking extremely funny.

"Did you quarrel with your family and run away from home?"

"I think so." The boy muttered.

The boy who claimed to be a "robber" had soft and clean skin, reminiscent of the first snow in early winter, and the falling snow on the branches was exceptionally beautiful, which is not the beauty of ordinary people.

"I really don't know what you big families think. You have a good life but you always want to run away from home."

Xinghe took the boy's words as deaf ears.

"Did you get robbed just now, so you stood naked by the lake, ready to jump into the lake?"

"Hey, do you want to come to my house?"

"I can let you stay for a while, but the reward is to return my clothes."

Winter is getting colder and colder.

The space between the sky and the earth is white, only a bit of black is revealed on the places where people have stepped on, the old dead trees, and the cracks in the rocks on the shore, like a lonely and desolate ink painting with only black and white.

"Galaxy."

Xinghe stood in the snow in a white singlet, with long black hair dancing in the wind.

A little girl shouted from behind, "Why are you here again, it's so cold, go home quickly."

This little girl is Aoi, the younger sister of Yuyi who was stripped of clothes by Xinghe. The two live together in the village at the foot of the mountain, relying on hunting, farming, and occasionally selling some handmade odds and ends for a living.

Xinghe followed Yu Yi back to his house, and saw a pointed house made of thatch and wooden boards, with cracks everywhere in the walls, and a vast and wide world looking out from the broken board joints.

Seeing Xinghe staring at the broken sliding door, Yuyi patted his head embarrassingly.

"It's that poor."

Xinghe walked to the side of the hole, although the power of thought disappeared, but the strength of the body was still there. He lightly poked the wooden board, leaving a small hole in it.

Yu Yi took a deep breath, although it was a broken board, but not everyone punctured it, when he wanted to mend the nails the day before yesterday, he gave up because he couldn't find a suitable hard stone.

"You are amazing."

"It's the first time I've seen someone with such great strength."

"brother"

A little girl ran into the thatched hut, ignoring the Milky Way in the room, and held up the basket in her hand, "Aoi bought a lot of things today, we can mend the door so that the winter wind will not blow into the house. "

Xinghe looked at the house surrounded by holes, and went out.

Yu Yi jumped anxiously, "Clothes, clothes"

"brother"

Aoi who came back to her senses only noticed that Xinghe was the one who sewed the clothes for her brother stitch by stitch.

"I lent it to him temporarily." Yu Yi cleared his throat.

"It's a man's business, so don't worry about Aoi."

"Slightly slightly, brother idiot."

Not long after, Yu Yi saw a particularly huge bush protruding from the ground.

And the one carrying the tree is Xinghe.

Yu opened his mouth enough to swallow a duck egg, and he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

"Didn't I bring back the monster in the forest?"

Even with the tree on his shoulders, Xinghe's footsteps are still very light.

He put the tree in front of the hut, "Do you have an axe?"

"No"

Yu Yi stumbled and said, "If you want me to borrow it for you."

"never mind."

Xinghe rolled up his sleeves, and performed a show of chopping a big tree with his bare hands in front of the two of them.

Aoi who came out from behind opened her mouth wide.

He returned the split planks to Yu Yi, "Repair the house."

"oh oh."

Aoi quietly glanced at Xinghe, this is not a bad person, right?

Xinghe didn't pay attention to the two brothers and sisters, he looked at his own arm, in terms of muscles alone, it was as beautiful as a perfect work of art carefully crafted by a painter.

artwork.

He pressed his fingernails lightly on the vein, then pressed harder.

A deep gash was drawn across the arm, from wrist to elbow.

The texture on the separated flesh and blood is clearly visible, as if you can see blood flowing inside.

as if.

Because blood is dead.

Xinghe smoothed the gap, and with the movement of his hand, the gap gradually closed and became smooth as before.

Xinghe suspects that this body is a special item, a new item obtained from the mirror.

Not human beings with flesh and blood who would be injured.

The night talk in Honmaru continued.

"That is an unknown thing, not a sharp blade."

"If it should be called, it should be called Demon Sword."

"This sword originally belonged to Tokugawa Yoshinobu, the tenth son of the first great general Tokugawa Ieyasu."

"When this sword was first born, Tamiya Tsushima Shouchangsheng, a master swordsman in his family, used this sword to test the sword on the road."

"It's getting colder and colder."

Aoi sat in the warm kotatsu and sighed happily.

Unlike previous winters, this time she no longer huddled together with her brother to keep warm.

All these changes were brought about by that person, Aoi quietly glanced at Xinghe who was sitting at the door watching the snow.

In any case, the kindness brought by the other party must be sincerely appreciated.

Then, Aoi thought about how much fabric she still had at home, so let's make him a dress.

white or black

Black, he is very white, he must look good in black.

"Star River"

Yu yelled Xinghe's name carelessly, "Tomorrow, let's go hunting in the mountains. The rabbit has changed into white fur. Many ladies like this."

"it is good."

Xinghe responded slightly.

He couldn't describe his current life and mentality clearly.

Like what, like snow.

It's cold and clean.

Empty as snow.

After agreeing to go to the mountain to catch rabbits, Yu Yi got up early in the morning and saw Xing He practicing cross-legged upright.

Yu Yi rubbed his messy head, originally thought it was the young master of that rich family, but now it seems that he should be a disciple of the dojo or something.

Anyway, there's nothing those samurai masters can't do.

They went to the autumn mountain. It is said that this is because the mountain is full of maple trees. In autumn, the red leaves are all over the mountain. From a distance, it is a huge burning torch.

There is a dilapidated shrine in Akiyama, the torii is covered with dust and spider webs, and the shimenawa ropes tied on both sides of the stone steps have long since disappeared.

When Yuyi and Xinghe walked past the shrine, Yuyi saw a person lying on the snow covered with thick snow, it seemed that he was a passerby who died of cold, he wanted to go to the shrine to avoid the cold, but died halfway.

Yu Yi hurriedly ran to that person, "Xinghe"

"He seems to be a monk."

"It's too strange for the monk to come to the shrine."

Xinghe stood beside the curled up passerby's head, looked at it quietly for a while, and suddenly poked a branch at the head.

"Hey, Xinghe, what are you doing, don't destroy the dead?"

The snow-covered monk suddenly opened his eyes. His face was thin and wrinkled, but he smiled kindly.

Perhaps a little naughty, the old monk blinked, "Oh, oh, don't be angry, I want to make a joke with you."

Yu Yi shouted, "How can there be such a joke?"

The old monk patted the snow on his body, "Benefactor, I don't know if I can give alms."

"When I first came here, I passed out because I was tired and hungry."

"You just said it was a joke"

"This is another joke." The monk said calmly.

"you"

Yu Yi felt that he was being teased, but he kindly took the old monk home for dinner.

The old monk took his own bowl at the door and took the soup from Sunflower. He raised his right hand and saluted, "Buddha bless you."

This looks a bit solemn and majestic.

After saying this, the old monk began to drink soup.

"It's really delicious. I haven't had such a delicious soup for a long time."

The old monk put away his bowl, his face turned rosy, "I have traveled a lot and seen many different things, maybe one or two techniques can help you."

He taught Aoi how to weave cloth, and taught Yuichi how to harvest abundant grain from the fields.

After this busy trip, it was getting dark.

The old monk was about to leave.

He saluted Yuichi and Aoi, and they returned the salute.

At the end, the old monk suddenly asked Xinghe, "I will not say goodbye to you, nor salute you."

"I know another kind of fate is between you and me."

"Would you like to come with me?"

"I can see that you are at a loss."

"Outside is a world of more true knowledge, why not find a way out through training."

Hearing this, Aoi tugged on Yuichi's sleeve nervously, and Yuichi was also nervous.

He looked at the old monk and then at Xinghe, not knowing whether to drive away the old monk or persuade Xinghe first.

"it is good."

It was faster than Yu Yi expected, he originally thought that Xinghe would hesitate.

Xinghe got up and wanted to leave with the old monk.

"and many more."

Aoi suddenly made a sound, and she took out a black kimono from the closet.

"this."

"I've been thinking about how to give it to you just now."

"I didn't expect it to come so soon."

Xinghe was not moved by Aoi's sadness.

He took the clothes, said thank you, turned and walked out the door.

"Ugh."

The old monk let out a long sigh.

"elder brother."

Aoi watched Xinghe leave, and said a little bored, "He didn't say goodbye."

He is like a gust of wind, which only stays quietly in the house for a while and then blows to other places.

"Say it quickly, chaos."

Akita Fujishiro urged Ran to finish the story quickly.

"Understood, don't rush."

He lowered his tone indiscriminately and continued to tell the story.

"Tamiya Changsheng chooses an alms monk."

"After he drew the knife, the monk who was supposed to be beheaded did not leave a drop of blood. While walking while reciting Buddhist scriptures, the wound burst and blood gushed out after walking a total of seven steps."

"You don't seem to be at all curious about what I said to you," said the old monk. "

"There are not many injuries, and there are not many memories of the house where I lived for a while and the people who have been with me for a long time."

"That's how it is."

The old monk shook his head, "No, not by nature."

He nodded his heart, "Your blood is cold."

"I saw you the first time I saw you."

The old monk asked, "Are you a human being, or an unborn monster?"

"who knows."

Xinghe's answer was still lukewarm, and he was not in a hurry when the old monk told him the truth.

The old monk sighed, "No matter what you are, it is fate to walk this way."

Xinghe asked, "You like the word fate very much."

When the old monk heard Xinghe say this, his face lit up, "Because fate is a beautiful word."

"You and I are destined."

"I am also destined to be with the fruitless fig tree by the roadside."

"You and the sleeping snake perched on the stone cave by the roadside are also destined."

"Fate brought you and me together."

"Connecting all things."

As the old monk talked, he suddenly felt sad or dreamy, "I sometimes wonder where my fate with death is, and what kind of fruit it has produced."

Along the way, Xinghe listened to the old monk's constant chatter and said some calm words.

Xinghe suddenly asked, "What do you think is a human being?"

"Oh my goodness, you asked a good question."

"I don't think anyone in this world can answer that sentence."

"What's bothering you?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to tell me?"

"No."

Xinghe looked at the road ahead covered by snow, "I may never be able to figure out the answer to this question."

The little girl in the mirror resounded in the Milky Way, thinking of the kaleidoscope-like colorful colors, and the whispers she heard when she fell into a coma.

He thought of Kuroro in the base, of Pai Kenotan who was trampled in the water and looked gloomy but soft, of Feitan who was tortured, and Nobunaga Ojin who was stabbed by himself many times, and his indifferent appearance March.

He continued to extend to the past, thinking of the struggling eyes of those people before they died, the blood that almost drowned him and his indifferent heart.

He thought of the person who stabbed the knife for the first time, the foggy eyes of the other person and the back view when his companion took him away.

He moved his mouth several times, trying to ask all the questions, but in the end he only said two words.

"Let's go."

Let's see the way ahead.

Xinghe also wanted to know where his fate with death was, but he was just curious.

It has been less than 20 years since the war ended.

There are already signs of peace in the world.

Carrying peddlers roam the streets, and beautiful girls are graceful.

The samurai who came and went had a frivolous and arrogant look on their brows, occupying the center of the road and running rampant, but they had to stay aside as the nobleman came.

The old monk led Xinghe through the alley, which seemed to be a poor area, with tattered door paper everywhere.

A hunchbacked old woman with Xianyan's lip balm on her face saw the two of them tear open their skirts.

The old monk let out a long sigh, bent over and closed his eyes and walked over.

The old woman giggled behind her.

Going forward again, it was replaced by a young woman with a turban on her face, and her voice was soft and charming.

The "guest" woman just spoke.

The old monk interrupted her with "Amitabha".

"You are pregnant with a child."

"Why don't you cherish your body?"

The expression of the young woman under the headscarf is unclear, "Because I'm pregnant, so I have to be tired."

She touched her stomach, "I want to give birth to him."

"Guest you"

"I know a folk remedy." The old monk said.

The woman passed by Xinghe, and Xinghe saw the woman stroking her belly, with the corners of her lips twitching slightly.

Out of the slums, into another bustling street.

The old monk stood in front of a family with benevolent eyebrows.

He clasped his hands together and bowed without saying a word.

But the man seemed to have realized something, and went to the house to get rice and natto and put them in the old monk's bowl.

Xinghe bought a few bunches of three-color meatballs and sat on a wooden chair in a shop with the old monk, leaning against the narrow eaves to avoid the warm spring sun.

The old monk put down his bowl suddenly and said, "Spring is here."

He smiled until the corners of his eyes were wrinkled, "That's great."

"Wow"

Hearing Ranto Shiro say this, coupled with his gloomy expression.

The short knives in the room were in a mess.

"But this is not a monster."

There are dagger questions.

"I'm only halfway through."

"The demon sword naturally has the name of the demon sword, such as Muramasa Keke"

"The demon sword here is naturally accompanied by a curse."

"If you keep these sabers by your side, it will definitely bring disaster to your family."

Here are Jun and Fan.

Following the path covered with flowers and plants, Xinghe and the old monk gradually approached Junfu City.

Relying on this heavily guarded castle, many villages were built, and some of them formed a large scale.

The closer you get to Junfu City, the more prosperous it becomes.

The old monk claimed to have traveled a lot and learned a lot.

Xinghe asked him why he didn't stay in the monastery.

The old monk said that he didn't know too much, and those doubts remained in his heart. If he lived in a temple, he might die of depression.

Xinghe looked at the forest on the left, "I'm going hunting."

The old monk smiled and said that he was going to ask for alms too.

The two separate.

When Xinghe came back with his rabbit ears in his hands, he saw the old monk walking here with a bowl in his hand while reciting scriptures.

He took seven steps, and then the blood burst.

"Therefore, the name of the demon sword is Qiding Chanting Buddha."

Xinghe let go, and the rabbit in his hand ran back into the forest with a bump.

He walked towards the old monk and looked at the face that was always smiling.

It was like that when he first saw him.

The old monk lay down in the snow and pretended to be dead, then suddenly opened his eyes.

This time he was really dead.

Xinghe picked up the head and wanted to put it back, but nothing was right.

He thought for a while and put the old monk's body flat and aligned the head.

He waited for a while, and suddenly thought that the old monk was really dead, and it was impossible to get up from the snow like last time.

He suspected that he was sick, so he couldn't even remember this.

He raised his hand several times, and finally put his hand on the old monk's eyes.

"Goodbye."

"I will tell you the cause and effect of your dead knot."

Xinghe restrained the bones of the old monk.

Knowing that the person who tried the sword with the old monk was Jun and Fan's swordsmanship instructor, Tamiya Changsheng won eight hundred stones.

In the eyes of the world, he is already a unparalleled swordsman.

"After Tamiya Changshengheng, who tried the sword, died, Lai Xuangong gave this sword to His Highness."

"His Royal Highness stored it in a place called Huche Dojo."

Ranto Shiro said solemnly, "I don't know what will happen to the curse in the legend."

The daggers holding the quilt lamented this story.

And Knife, which begins with a bloody start and ends somberly.

"Ah yes."

Rantoshiro seemed to suddenly remember something.

"Today the lord seems to have forged a four-hour knife."

"I don't know which Highness it is from the Santiao family."

"Calculating the time, it seems that it should be here."

"Ding"

When the masked god judge rushed to the forging room, he didn't see the legendary three big men, only a young man with a magnificent and unparalleled appearance.

He was wearing a black monk's robe, and his long black hair curled around his neck, like the winding stream in a quiet and desolate landscape painting.

In the boy's hand was a long knife fitted with a pitch-black knife.

"Qiding recite the Buddha's name."

This rare weird short introduction.