[Comprehensive] Natsume Reiko's trip

The judge brought Bi'anhua to Yan Mo. Yan Mo looked at Bi'anhua for a while with those eyes that judged the good and evil in the world, and then sighed, announcing the punishment for Bi'anhua.

"Eternal life shall never leave the underworld!"

Unless the flower stem is forcibly broken and the root is left, the Bana flower can float far away.

Five years, ten years, 15 years, 25 years...

Sitting in the sunless sea of ​​flowers on the other side, Bianhua looked at the never-ending soul on Huangquan Road.

The time spent on the other side has no meaning. Before going to the world, hundreds of years seem to be a moment, and it just passed by in a daze.

But now, every minute and every second is so long.Based on the human lifespan, 25 years, no matter how long one lives, is almost a quarter of one's life.

"I will come back to you." This is Higanka's promise to Musashi.

"You should go to him and do what you promised, right?"

"Don't be stupid, you can't leave Huangquan at all, you have to force it, don't you know what price you have to pay? It's just a human being, cheating is cheating, what does his emotions have to do with you?"

"How could it be unrelated? Musashi is..."

what is it then?Wasn't Musashi a material for her observations of humans?

Bianhua listened to the voices constantly arguing in her heart, and thought a little confused.

The soul on Huangquan Road still embodies various forms of the world: hugging your head and crying, laughing, sighing, pointing and cursing... Gradually, those images in various poses and with different expressions gradually synthesized into a familiar shadow.

That is Musashi.

Musashi stood quietly in the boundless sea of ​​flowers on the other side, looking at the flowers on the other side sadly: "Why don't you come to see me? Since I was born, I have been waiting for you, every minute, every second, I have been waiting for you. Until the youth is gone and the old age is gone; until the life is exhausted, the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, I am still waiting for you-but you did not come. "

"Why, Bianhua, I clearly... love you so much!"

Biganhua stretched out her hand in a daze, wanting to touch Musashi's soul, but before she touched it, the illusory image turned into petals flying all over the sky, and disappeared in front of Biganhua.

Musashi said...he loved her.

What about her?Does she love Musashi?

what is love?

Bianhua doesn't know.

She only knows that every day with Musashi is very interesting and fulfilling.She will laugh, be angry, be sad and moved like a normal human being.

"Oh, the flowers in the soil are withered again."

"The other shore flower is the flower of the underworld, and it will not survive in the world. What you do is meaningless."

"No, it's meaningful! You're right here, aren't you? If I raise Bianhua, can I see you all the time?"

"You can see me all the time now."

"Really, you won't go?"

"...Well, don't go."

At that time, Musashi was wearing coarse linen clothes, his face was covered with dirt, and he was holding a withered flower in his hand, smiling extremely foolishly.

However, Bianhua likes to see that kind of smile, and keeps seeing it.

She wasn't in love with Musashi, she just wanted to fulfill her promise, she just wanted to... see that hopelessly stupid smile again.

Bianhua endured the severe pain that made the soul tremble, and bit by bit, it tore off its own flower stem.

Only the water of the Forgotten River and the soil of the Yellow Spring can give birth to the flowers of the other side. The flowers of the other side that have left the underworld are rootless flowers. The water and soil in the world cannot nurture the flowers of hell no matter what.

Therefore, the flowers on the other side of the world will wither little by little, and finally die.

However, it doesn't matter.

Let her accompany Musashi through this life with an attitude of aging and death.

Humans are amazing.In just a hundred years, it attracts countless existences with a long time, just like the flame that moths keep pooping, hot and dazzling.

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When I saw Musashi again, it was still a dirt path, and it was still a group of robbers who were interested in sex, as if it was destined.

Musashi, who was riding a tall horse and wearing shining armor, waved his hand lightly, and the neatly lined soldiers behind him cleared up the robbers in an instant.

Bianhua looked at the blood flying in front of her, still watching quietly like in her previous life, without taking a step back.

Musashi, who was reincarnated with memories, was reincarnated into a good family.Because of the memory of wielding a knife and practicing martial arts, he is now a prestigious general, and he can be regarded as a big man in the entire noble circle, his status is very different from his previous life.

Musashi, who was tall and burly in this life, got off his horse and walked slowly in front of Biganhua, with the aggressive aura of a superior person on his body.

Bianhua still neither arrogant nor impetuous, raised her head slightly, staring at that familiar yet unfamiliar face.

The surrounding soldiers seemed to sense the unusual atmosphere, and gradually became quiet, only the groans of the still-dead bandits remained in the air.

After a while, Musashi raised his hand and scratched his hair somewhat at a loss, showing a silly smile: "It seems that I am taller than you this time... Well, do you want to eat together?"

The corner of Bianhua's mouth could not help but rise: "Okay."

"You smiled, you smiled at me, right? Can you... smile again? I mean it's really pretty!"

The surrounding soldiers stared dumbfoundedly at the general who usually kills without batting an eyelid, but now he was like a boy who saw his sweetheart, blushing and at a loss, his jaw almost dropped from shock.

As if feeling the attention of his subordinates, Musashi coughed twice pretendingly, then got on his horse and stretched out his right hand to Higanka: "Come up?"

Higanka put her hand on Musashi's without hesitation, and with a light body, she was already on the horse and leaned into Musashi's arms.

Human beings are always fickle.However, among thousands of people, there will always be one or two who can not change their original intentions.

Fortunately, Bianhua found it.

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People say that General Musashi is a very lucky man.

Born into a small noble family, he has demonstrated extraordinary martial arts talent since he was a child. He has made great military exploits and become one of the best generals at the age of less than twenty.

But what is puzzling is that until the age of 25, General Musashi had no plans to marry a wife and have children. He just planted all kinds of red flowers at home and took care of them himself.

As a result, rumors about General Musashi's bloodthirsty gradually spread - it is said that there is a flower garden in the backyard of Musashi's house, where corpses are buried, and the flowers grown from absorbing blood are so coquettish.

But on a certain day, the respected and feared General Musashi brought a woman back and announced their marriage not long after, which became the best topic of conversation for the nobles after dinner.

General Musashi and his wife are very affectionate. Even if they have no children for decades after marriage, Musashi has never touched a second woman. Almost all women are jealous or envious of his wife.

When Musashi was 80 years old, his wife died first, and then Musashi committed suicide with a knife and died beside his wife.

But the strange thing is, beside Musashi, there is no corpse of his wife, but only a dry flower.

Later, people buried Musashi and the flower together, and the story about Musashi and his wife has been passed down from generation to generation.

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Bianhua sat there in the flowerbed full of red flowers, and the sun shone on her fine-lined face.

Musashi looked at the strands of white hair on Bian Hua's head, and for some reason felt a little uneasy in his heart: "In this life...why do you want to grow old with me?"

"Isn't it good?" Bianhua smiled calmly, "Or, do you think I'm not beautiful anymore?"

Musashi quickly waved his hand: "How is it possible! The flowers in this yard can't compare to one of your fingers!"

"Isn't that enough? Besides, isn't it very romantic to grow old with the one you love?"

"The one you love? You just said the one you love? Higanka, you...'love' me?" Musashi jumped up all of a sudden, rubbing his hands and walked in front of Biganhua, expecting but afraid to hear the answer.

The smile on the corner of Bianhua's mouth gradually deepened: "Yes, I love you, Musashi."

Not only for the promise, but also for love, that's why I came to this man's side.

"Love me! You love me! That's great! Higanhua, you love me too!" Musashi picked up Biganhua at once, and spun around the flower garden excitedly.

The red petals scattered on the ground gradually flew into the air with Musashi's actions, just like the magnificent sea of ​​flowers on the other side.

"Bi An Hua, we will always be together in the last life, this life, and the next life!"

Higanka's face was pressed against Musashi's chest, she didn't speak, but quietly enjoyed the joy of this moment.

Musashi, there is no next life.

So, when you die, drink that bowl of Mengpo soup and forget about her completely!

I just don't know, after she dies, will new flowers of the other shore grow on the road to Huangquan?

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Musashi's soul after death was taken away by black and white ghosts.

Perhaps because of the memory of two lifetimes, when Musashi came to Yan Modian, he miraculously remembered the memory of his life.

There is no beautiful sea of ​​flowers on the other side, only the majestic Yan Mo and the meticulous judge standing on both sides.

"Where are the flowers on the other side?" Musashi asked anxiously.

Yan Mo blocked the judge who wanted to reprimand Musashi for being disrespectful, and looked at Musashi with great interest: "Want to know? Then you might as well go and see for yourself!"

Accompanied by Yan Mo and Judge, Musashi once again saw the sea of ​​flowers on the other side.

However, this time the sea of ​​flowers is no longer a voluptuous red, but a dead black.

Large pieces of bare stamens, and occasionally a few dry petals falling on them, almost no vitality.