People live from five to nine in Conan

Suzuki Jirokichi and Suzuki Sonoko looked over in an instant, and their expressions changed at the same time.

Jiro bit his hind leg again.

...

Mu Yuan also raised his head in surprise, and half a second later, his gaze was fixed on Butler Sasaki.

Sasaki seemed to have noticed Mu Yuan's gaze, trembling slightly, and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Mu Yuan didn't say much, just took out the famous knife he got just now, and slashed at the leg of the incense table beside him.

Zheng!

Like hot knives in butter, the legs of a table snap off at the root.

"Look, I'll just say Jiro..." Suzuki Sonoko turned around with a worried face, and then said in a daze, "Muyuan, what are you doing with the table legs?"

Muyuan didn't explain, but just stuffed the famous Guanshi Masamune in his hand to Suzuki Sonoko, and walked towards the frost-faced Fujiwara Wanguo with the table legs.

Seeing Mu Yuan's movements, Fujiwara Wanguo simply stood there with a sullen face.

Mu Yuan came, and under the surprised eyes of everyone, he snatched the sandalwood walking stick from Fujiwara Wanguo's hand, and gave him the table leg.

Fujiwara Wanguo frowned, first glanced thoughtfully at the famous sword in Suzuki Sonoko's hand, and then at the crutch taken away by Muyuan.

After a moment, he turned without saying a word, and walked towards his Jiro again.

This time, he walked carefully.

I don't know if it's because the table legs are not smooth, or because I'm afraid to see... the picture of Jiro biting himself again.

One step, two steps...

...

"Wow, wang wang!"

A familiar cry sounded, and the old man froze with a dull expression.

He looked at the pet dog who was licking the back of his hand in a fawning manner, tears welled up in his eyes that hadn't cried in decades.

"Ci, Jiro..." Fujiwara Wanguo called out that name again.

"Wow, woof!" Jiro responded, licking the back of his hand as usual.

……

But why, Jiro would gnaw on himself crazily because of his knife and crutches?

Fujiwara Wanguo stroked his pet dog lovingly, and when he turned around, he was already murderous...

Chapter 53 So He Was Ferrying Me!

Knife and sandalwood walking stick.

Of these two things, at least one of them will be by Fujiwara Wanguo's side at any time.

The person who can touch these two things must be a member of this family.

Fujiwara Wanguo's eyes swept across the backyard one by one, and every servant he could see finally took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart.

Because he knew that it was not only the servants in this family who could touch the knife and crutches, but also his... relatives.

He wasn't sure.

He also didn't know what method the other party used to change Jiro.

He even couldn't figure out what was the purpose of the other party turning Jiro into this?

In the end, his gaze still turned to the person who had seen through everything from the very beginning...

...

In Fujiwara Wanguo's field of vision, Mu Yuan, who was wearing a cassock in the daylight, casually took his "Famous Objects Kanshi Masamune" from Suzuki Sonoko, and was playing with it over and over again, while Suzuki Sonoko followed beside him , with stars shining in his eyes, he chirped after Mu Yuan and kept asking.

This scene vaguely reminded Fujiwara Wanguo of when he was young... when he was very young.

"Heh... brat, that's not how you play with knives."

Fujiwara Wanguo sneered, since he played with knives since he was a child, he could tell at a glance that Mu Yuan didn't know the way of swords at all.

But soon, the expression on his face became serious again.

How can a person who doesn't know the way of swords at all fall in love with his famous Guanshizhengzong at a glance?

You must know that although Mingwu Guanshi Zhengzong has been well maintained, it is still an ancient knife with hundreds of years of age.

Time will inevitably leave traces on it. Those originally gorgeous inscriptions, ornaments, and lacquer surfaces have long been washed dull by the torrent of time, and they are no longer the same.

How could such an inconspicuous samurai sword fall in love with a person who doesn't practice the sword at all?

unless……

"He doesn't really want the old man's fame and authenticity, but is helping the old man make a choice?"

Fujiwara Wanguo suddenly opened his eyes wide, and had a series of epiphanies in his heart.

【If the old man refuses to give up the authenticity of the world view, Jiro will never return to the way it was before...】

[As long as the old man refuses to give up the authenticity of fame and things, Jiro will continue to hurt himself...]

[In my heart, is it more important to see the world and the world, or is Jiro more important? 】

【That kid... Mu Yuan presided over him, is he using this method to wake up the old man? 】

【Entering the Buddhadharma means clarifying the heart and seeing the nature. Teaching people a thousand words of wisdom is not as good as giving a mirror to illuminate the three selves...Mu Yuan presided over it, and he is helping me to become a Buddha! 】

"He, so he was ferrying me!"

Thinking of this, Fujiwara Wanguo suddenly understood

——The old abbot of Erquan Temple chose Mu Yuan as his successor.

Gradually regaining his composure, and raising his head again, Fujiwara Wanguo looked at Mu Yuan with a hint of respect.

...

...

"Hey! Mu Yuan, tell me quickly!"

In order not to be slapped away again, Suzuki Sonoko cleverly grabbed the monk's robe exposed by Mu Yuan's left hand this time, and said excitedly:

"How on earth did you bring Jiro back to life? Can you... teach me?"

She has asked similar questions over and over again, which seriously interfered with Mu Yuan's observation of the mind field around Mingwu Guanshizhengzong.

Mu Yuan had no choice but to put away the knife and explained again: "I didn't do anything to Jiro, it was just pure and too loyal."

"Too loyal...what do you mean?" Suzuki Sonoko blinked her big eyes with a puzzled face.

"I think, Brother Muyuan wants to say..." Suzuki Jiro walked over with Lu Ban, and said with a smile, "Jiro reacted like that because he couldn't forgive himself and wanted to attack the owner's property. Yes."

"Jiro can't forgive himself, that's why..."

Suzuki Sonoko's pupils shrank, she was always careless and fell silent.

After a while, she suddenly said angrily: "Damn! Who is it? They took advantage of Jiro's loyalty. If I found out, I, Suzuki Sonoko, would definitely not..."

"The old man will not let that guy go!"

"Uh, Mr. Fujiwara... grandpa."

Seeing Fujiwara Wanguo who suddenly appeared behind her, Suzuki Sonoko subconsciously hid behind Muyuan.

Fujiwara Wanguo smiled at Suzuki Sonoko, and said indifferently: "In my opinion, Sonoko's character is the most precious treasure of the Suzuki family, so you, Sonoko, just call me a 'stinky old man'." .”

Suzuki Sonoko tugged on Muyuan's cassock, sneered, and didn't dare to answer.

Fujiwara Wanguo shook his head, as if a little regretful, and turned to look at Muyuan, his expression became serious again.

Everyone was guessing what Fujiwara Wanguo would say to Mu Yuan, but his next move was a big surprise.

...

"Mu Yuan is the host, the old man was rude just now!"

Leaning on the legs of the table, Fujiwara Wanguo actually bent slightly, bowed to Mu Yuan, and kept bowing his head, continuing:

"This is a famous thing that looks at the world and is authentic. I will treat it as an apology. I also ask the presiding officer Mu Yuan to accept it!"

...

"What!?" Everyone was shocked.

Including Suzuki Sonoko and Suzuki Jirokichi, everyone looked at Fujiwara Wanguo with disbelief.

An apology and the original agreement are two completely different concepts.

According to the original agreement, although Muyuan can take away the famous Guanshi Masamune, it does not mean that the Fujiwara family will not take further action to try to get back this famous sword that symbolizes the position of the head of the Fujiwara family.

But if it's an apology, it means...

In the future, no matter what, the Fujiwara family will never try to get this famous sword back!

That is to say, this famous sword handed down from ancient times, which is famous and authentic in the world, now completely belongs to Muyuan!

They couldn't understand why Fujiwara Wanguo made such a decision.

Is it just because Mu Yuan cured his pet dog?

...

"Mu Yuan hosts..."

Fujiwara Wanguo stood up straight with the legs of the table, and once again attracted everyone's attention with his voice, he continued:

"I also hope that you will definitely catch the real culprit who persecuted Jiro!"

After finishing speaking, Fujiwara Wanguo looked at Muyuan expectantly.

But in his last sentence just now, there was a hint of murderous intent, which made Butler Sasaki who was not far away shrank his neck slightly.

Muyuan looked at Fujiwara Wanguo, then at the sweaty Sasaki butler, and finally glanced at Dr. Haruno who was packing the medical bag, thought for a while and said:

"If you can demonstrate how to use this knife, I can help you with this."

"You mean... a sword demonstration?"

"Just use this knife."

Fujiwara Wanguo was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously took over the famous sword that belonged to him, full of puzzlement in his heart.

He didn't understand why Mu Yuan asked him to demonstrate kendo at this time.

But because of Jiro's incident as a lesson from the past, he didn't think much about it, he just thought that his understanding was not enough, and he couldn't understand Muyuan's deeper intentions for the time being.

Moreover, it's just a demonstration of kendo, and it's not a big deal.

...

"call--"

Fujiwara Wanguo put the table legs aside, held a famous sword, and took a deep breath.

"Then, the old man will show his shame."

After finishing speaking, Fujiwara Wanguo closed his eyes, stood in place with the blade in his hand, and stood motionless...for a long, long time.

Until Sonoko couldn't help but want to yawn, Fujiwara Wanguo suddenly moved!

"Oh, ah!"

With a bang, he drew his sword and slashed past like flowing clouds and flowing water...

Suzuki Sonoko blinked, and maintained the posture of yawning halfway, a thought popped up in his mind: That's it?

She pulled Muyuan's cassock in embarrassment, and was about to ask, but found that Muyuan was staring at the blade in Fujiwara Wanguo's hand with incomparable concentration, and there was a faint flash of light in her eyes.

"Mu, Mu Yuan?"

Mu Yuan turned his head, his eyes once again returned to a calm state.

But just now...

The mind field around Mingwu Guanshizhengzong really lit up for a moment!