I rely on the vest to be the villain boss

When the sky turned white, the villagers named Shizuoka woke up early, put on their clothes and straw sandals, fetched water to irrigate the farmland, and drove away crows and insects.

This kind of work is hard day after day, but as long as you persevere, you will be able to eat hot rice during the harvest in the coming year, and the surplus food can be exchanged in the city for cloth that is more delicate than linen. To put the girl he grew up with in beautiful new clothes.Thinking of this, he felt that the bucket on his shoulder was not so heavy.

In early summer, the sun at noon was not too harsh, so he found a clean place to sit down and prepared to enjoy his lunch.Just at this moment, a shadow stopped in front of him, Shizuoka raised his head, and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was the child he saw the night before, "Yuichi!"

Yuan held two rice balls wrapped in lotus leaves in both hands, Shizuoka didn't understand what he meant for a while, but Yuan saw that he was still unwilling to take the things, so he turned his head and looked at the young man behind him ——It was only then that Shizuoka found out that the mysterious and unpredictable knife maker had also come with him, standing on the ridge of the field with folded arms and watching.

Shizuoka was a little apprehensive. The identity of a swordsmith in this era is incomparable to that of a commoner like him. "Master Muramasa, isn't the time to exchange things in five days? Why do you..."

"Didn't the old man say that you don't need to call your lord? Just call me Grandpa or Muramasa." Feng Huo lightly corrected his address, "I have something to do, so I want to exchange it as soon as possible. A sickle, an iron stove, or grain, what do you need?"

Shizuoka subconsciously glanced at Yuanyi who was still holding up his hands stubbornly in front of him, and Yuanyi's old clothes, and suddenly understood something.

It is to exchange fabric for him to make new clothes.But having said that, why is this man who looks younger than him so obsessed with letting others call him grandpa?

Shizuoka's shoulders unknowingly relaxed, and a smile appeared on his face, "Yes, Mr. Muramasa. I still have a lot of cotton linen at home, and they are all brand new. Can I replace them with grain?"

Feng Huo directly put down the pannier on his back, took out a few bags of rice and put them on the ground, Shizuoka waved his hands in fright, "This is too much! I can't replace so many things at home!"

"The other part is your thank you for giving this child water." Feng Huo waved his hands and walked forward, "I'll get the fabric later."

Yuan blinked his clear eyes, his eyes turned between Shizuoka and Fenghuo, and he stuffed the rice ball into Shizuoka's hand, "Grandpa taught me to make this, can you please accept it?"

Shizuoka was stunned, and forgot to refuse. Seeing this, Yuanyi's calm face, which seemed to see through everything, finally showed a somewhat satisfied smile, which made him have the kindness that a child of this age should have. vitality.Yuan Yi smiled and waved to him, and quickly followed Feng Huo's back.

Shizuoka couldn't help staring at the two figures, one big and one small going away. He remembered that this swordsmith, who claimed to be Qianzi Muramasa, was always resolute and swift, as if he was racing against time, but today he was not walking fast. ...Is it to make the children around him follow his pace?

For some reason, Shizuoka always feels that their backs are somewhat similar, as if they are harboring something incomprehensible in such a chaotic world... Eh, could it be that Enichi is really a relative of Mr. Muramasa?

Feng Huo didn't need to look sideways, he just heard the light but steady footsteps following him, and knew that Yuan Yi had followed.

In fact, he has a subtle illusion that his behavior at the moment is a bit like what is common in his father's hometown, those who ride a tricycle on the street and use a small loudspeaker to repeatedly play the song "Recycling Color TV Refrigerator Washing Machine" People... After all, in this chaotic Warring States era, bartering is more reliable than currency that will become scrap iron at any time.

Well, why don't you go back and really forge a tricycle, so that it will be more convenient when you come back next time?Why not go ahead and build a dump truck out of the iron ore that can absorb sunlight, and wait for the destined brave one to drive the dump truck to kill the unscrupulous boss one day?

Onimai Tsuji, who was resting far away in his mansion, sneezed for no apparent reason.

"Strange." Guiwu Tsuji narrowed his eyes. Ever since he became a ghost, he has long forgotten what it's like to be sick. What's the matter with this sneeze?

He clenched his fist against the air to confirm that there was nothing abnormal about his body, but he was still a little worried, "Zhu Shi."

A woman with a mean appearance and elegant temperament slowly came out from another room, a trace of deep hatred flashed across her stagnant eyes, but she didn't turn that hatred into substance, she just remained silent On the ground, he went forward to check for Onimai Tsuji.

"It's almost time for you to give up the idea of ​​playing tricks. I can't hide any thoughts from me, and whether to keep you is only in my mind." Guiwu Tsuji wrote lightly, "Zhu Shi, you are different , if it is you, maybe you can find a way to defeat the sun for me, for us. At that time, even the gods will not be able to dominate our lives, don't you look forward to that day?"

Zhu Shi didn't answer.Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mian also got used to her silence, a flash of unhappiness flashed between his brows, and it soon calmed down.

In order to increase even the slightest possibility, he is willing to put up with a less obedient subordinate... Of course, this also includes another subordinate who is even more uncooperative.

At the same time, Feng Huo was taking Yuan Yi through the whole village, the pannier on his back and the small parcel in Yuan Yi's hand gradually became empty.

In terms of the value of items in this era, what he exchanged out was far more than what he exchanged back, but this was nothing to him at all. If it weren't for the fact that these villagers couldn't accept it with peace of mind, he might just give away the items Give it all away.

He walked on the bumpy path without turning his eyes, "You look happy, Yuanyi."

Even knowing that he didn't look at himself, Yuanyi still looked up at him. When he was talking with others, he always looked at the person who was speaking so intently, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, "Because each of them is very happy, So I will also feel very warm and happy.”

Feng Huo's eyes flickered, "Can you feel the happiness of others... You have a good talent."

"Do I have talent?" Yuan Yi seemed a little dazed, "So, will my talent help Grandpa?"

"Well, it's a great help. Usually, probably because of fear, they don't talk too much with the old man. With you, it saves a lot of communication time."

Hearing this, Yuanyi's footsteps stopped, and he stopped in place puzzled, "Why are you afraid of you?"

That humble thatched hut may not be comparable to Ji Guo's mansion in the eyes of others, but when he lays his pillow on the soft bedding, Yuanyi feels that it gives him a sense of home.

He thought of his mother who taught him how to speak and how to be a man tirelessly, but he could never see her again, and he should never see his brother again, so that he would not make him sad anymore.Thinking of this, he stared at the strange ceiling above his head, having difficulty falling asleep.

And that person seemed to regard his missing as uneasiness, sitting on the edge of his bed with his legs bent, and whispered to himself with some embarrassment, "Can't sleep? The old man is not very good at singing nursery rhymes."

Yuan shook his head slightly, and then, the powerful palm that held both the sword and the hammer landed on his body, patted gently rhythmically, "It's all right, no one will drive you away, Sleep in peace."

Xia Chan whispered outside the window, and the warm wind blew past them from time to time. Yuan fell asleep like this before he knew it. In his dream, he sat under the blooming cherry tree with his brother and mother, enjoying the Sweet meatballs, laugh heartily.Until the next morning, the sun shone on him, and there was a hot breakfast by the bed.

He didn't know why such a "Thousand Son Muramasa" would bring fear to others.

"In this era, the status of samurai and daimyo is absolute. If they want to, they can draw their swords at the passers-by on the side of the road as they like." Feng Huo also stopped and turned around, Yuan Yi saw from his tiny expression Judging that he is not in a happy mood at the moment, "Although the swordsmith is not as good as a samurai, it is not much different to ordinary civilians. A samurai is a wounder, and a swordsmith who forges wounds It’s an accomplice, you know this very well, that’s why you said you didn’t like that knife last night.”

Yuanyi's expression became a little tangled, and Feng Huo laughed lowly when he saw this, "You must really want to ask, if this is the case, why does the old man want to be a knife maker?"

As the evening approached, the fading sunlight made Yuan Yi warm, and his immature face was full of concentration beyond his age, so Feng Huo didn't choose to perfunctory him, but answered seriously, "Murder knife, living sword— —Yuanyi, have you heard of this saying?”

Yuan Yi was at a loss for a moment, he thought carefully for a moment, and Feng Huo waited patiently for him to finish his thinking and give his own thoughts, "The knife can kill, but the sword can save...? Where can I find it?" What about such a sword?"

Feng Huo was amused by his childish speech and the sincerity behind it, "Only on the surface, it is true, because single-edged knives are the most common weapons nowadays, while double-edged swords have gradually evolved into A sacrificial vessel. However, in the eyes of this old man, the real meaning of this sentence is that the sword can not only take life, but also be used to protect life."

"Whether it is killing or saving depends only on the person holding the sword."

Yuan must stare at him steadily, his clear eyes clearly reflected the upright figure of a young swordsman in the sunset, he felt that the smile seemed to have a weight that he couldn't touch, which made him couldn't help but said: " So, is your ideal to save others with a sword, grandpa? Is this why you became a swordsmith?"

But the person he was watching didn't answer his question like before. Instead, he was stunned for a few seconds, turned around and walked forward again.Yuan Yi didn't know, so he quickly followed him. He recalled what a villager unintentionally asked not long ago, and asked again: "Grandpa, do you want me to be your apprentice?"

Without even thinking about it, Feng Huo shook his head decisively, "No."

Yuan Yi raised his head ignorantly, and at this moment the warm palm fell on top of his head, and he heard the young man say in a flat tone: "The old man asked you to stay, just to help me with some life. What you want to do in the future, what kind of person you want to be, is up to you to decide, not what the old man wants from you. What kind of life do you want to live, have you ever thought about it?"

Yuanyi let him ruffle his hair, thought for a while, he nodded first, then shook his head, "Before, my brother wanted to be the most powerful warrior in the world, so I wanted to be the second strongest warrior, Help him. But then, I stopped thinking that way... Sorry, I don’t know what kind of person I should be now.” He, who had never left that mansion, was unfamiliar with everything outside, and the only thing he was sure of was Only I don't want to be the one who makes others sad.

"You don't need to apologize, you still have a lot of time to think about it. Whether it's a farmer like other villagers, a businessman, or a samurai ronin...it's very good, it's up to you. But I don't want you to be just to satisfy Old man, go and make a decision at will." With a long knife hanging from his waist, the young man with snow-white feathers withdrew his hand, his shadow stretched under the sunset that was gradually tinged with red, and his face was also darkened by the light. It's a bit vague, but Yuan Yi can clearly see the curve of his lips, "Ideals are very heavy, and it is even more difficult to go on unswervingly. If you are too rash when you make up your mind to make a promise , which means that regret is not far away.”

Yuan Yi always felt that what he said later seemed to be emotional and regretful.

"In a few years, after seeing more people and different lives, tell this old man your decision. At that time, if you want to become a swordsmith out of your own will, it will not be too late to solemnly ask this old man to learn from you. "Feng Huo said, "However, when it comes to swords, the old man is very strict, don't expect the old man to let you down."

Yuan Yi carefully chewed what he said, nodded slowly and earnestly, "I understand, Grandpa."

Although he is isolated in a small room with three stacks and is a little ignorant of the world due to his innocence, Yuanyi is actually very good at capturing the emotions of others, not only through the changes in facial muscles and heartbeats, but also because of his innate perception Ability, he has always been able to feel his mother's sadness, his brother's pain... Maybe this is what "grandpa" said about his talent, although, even if he can feel it, it is always difficult to help them.

Because of this perception, he clearly felt the concern of the people in front of him, so he couldn't help raising a bright smile, "Thank you for your concern, Grandpa. I will definitely ask my heart and make sure what I want Make a decision after looking forward to the road ahead.”

The author says:

So 400 years later, in the mysterious world line that does not exist, Tanjiro drives a Japanese dump truck to achieve nothing: My lord, times have changed! !Ryu Takizawa!

"Murder knife, living sword." This sentence should have come from the book "Bi Yan Lu" in the Song Dynasty at the earliest. ) also mentioned this sentence in the "Biography of the Art of War" written by himself, which is the meaning of "take without sword" that Yagyu-ryu is good at, only grab the sword and don't kill.The more I checked the information, the more I felt that Kenshin could embody this sentence very well. (The painting style of science popularization and comedy theater changes suddenly)

感谢在2022-03-2020:46:19~2022-03-2120:48:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Beihuifeng, BB, and Aki no Mori box push bot1;

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Xiangqiankan Xianghouzhuan; [Wakiza] 5 bottles of Jing Zuowen, Yan Xiyou; 1 bottle of Hakata Toshiro;