Chapter 6 Chapter 02 Poison Velvet

Musashi was tall, about five feet six or seven inches, like a galloping horse.Her legs and wrists are slender, her lips are vermilion, and her eyebrows are thick, extending past the end of her eyes. ——Plenty boy. People from his hometown, Miyamoto Village, Zuozhou, often called him that when he was young.Because his eyes, nose and hands and feet are much bigger than others, so he is said to be a child born in a good year. And Ba is also one of the best among the "Plenty Boys", but compared to Musashi, he looks short and fat.His chest is like a chessboard, his ribs are horizontally long, his face is round, and his chestnut eyes keep turning when he speaks.

At this moment, I don't know when I went to peek back again. "Hey! Musashi, this young widow wears white powder and heavy makeup every night!" He likes to whisper this kind of whisper. Both were young and strong.When Musashi's bullet wound healed, Matachi could no longer hide in the damp woodshed like a cricket. Sometimes I heard people around the fire in the main house, singing long live songs or chatting with the widow A Jia and Miss Zhu Shi, or making people happy, and the people who said it also laughed.Musashi thought there was a guest coming, and after listening carefully, he realized that it was Youba. Then he realized that he had disappeared from the woodshed by some time.

At night, he spent more and more time not sleeping in the woodshed. Occasionally, he would come to Musashi with the smell of alcohol: "Musashi, come out too!" At first Musashi would remind him: "Idiot! We are deserters!" "I don't like drinking." Every time I didn't give him a good face, I gradually relaxed later. "Near here, don't worry!" After being locked up in the cabin for twenty days, looking up at the blue sky for the first time, Musashi stretched his waist and said, "Ah, it's not good to disturb others for too long. It's almost time to go home."

"I think so too. However, Ise Road and the road between this place and the capital are checked very closely. At least it will be safer to hide until it snows. The widow said so, and the girl said so..." "Drinking around the fire like you do, it doesn't look like hiding at all!" "What are you talking about? Last time, only Ukita Nagon was not arrested. A Tokugawa samurai came here to interrogate him. I didn't go out and send him away. Instead of hiding in the woodshed, when he heard footsteps It’s better to be safe than this.” "That's the way it is, it's better this way."

Although Musashi thought his words were unreasonable, he also agreed with him.Moved to the main house that day. The widow, Ajia, was very happy that the house was becoming lively, and she didn't find it troublesome at all. "Ah You or Ah Wu, which one will be Zhu Shi's husband-in-law! It would be great if he could stay here forever!" She likes to tease innocent young people, and she really finds it interesting to watch them flustered. There is a hill full of pine trees behind the house. Zhu Shi held up the basket and shouted: "Here! Here! Come on brother!"

She searched for the bottom of the pine tree, and whenever she smelled the scent of matsutake, she would scream innocently. Under the pine tree not far from her, Musashi also carried a basket and squatted looking for it. "There are also here!" The autumn sunlight shone through the tops of the coniferous trees and shone on the two of them, forming thin waves of light, swaying gracefully. "Look, who has more?" "I'm more!" Zhu Shi put his hand into Musashi's basket and said: "No! No! This is red antler, this is tengu antler, these are poisonous antlers."

She picked out a lot and threw them away. "I have more." She is very proud. "It's getting dark, go back!" "Is it because you lost?" Zhu Shi laughed at him, and ran down the mountain like a child.But halfway through the run, his expression suddenly changed and he stopped. A man strode towards the woods halfway up the mountain.Looking here with gloomy eyes makes people feel terrible.He has a ferocious expression, eyebrows like caterpillars, thick lips upturned, and a big knife.With chains hanging from his waist and animal skins, he exudes a primitive and warlike atmosphere.

"Ah Zhu!" He walked to Zhu Shi's side, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth and smiling.However, Zhu Shi turned pale with fright and trembled all over. "Is your mother at home?" "exist." "When you go home, tell her to be careful. I heard that she is secretly making money behind my back. One day I will collect the annual tribute!" "..." "You think I don't know! As soon as you sell something, it will spread to my ears. Do you go to Guanyuan every night?" "No." "Tell your mother, if she messes up again, kick her out of this land—you know!"

After he finished speaking with his eyes wide open, he moved his bulky body and walked slowly towards the wetland. "Who is that guy?" Seeing him walk away, Musashi turned to ask her.Zhu Shi's lips were still trembling. "The wind that does not break the village." she answered in a low voice. "It's a wild samurai!" "right." "Why did you make him angry?" "..." "I won't say it. Isn't it convenient to tell me?" Zhu Shi couldn't speak for a long time.After a while, he suddenly leaned on Musashi's chest and said:

"You can't tell anyone!" "Ok!" "Yes. My mother is very vain and wasteful. Just mowing weeds is not enough to live on." "Ok……" "When my father was alive, we lived in the largest house in Ibuki Qixiang, and there were many servants." "Is your father from the city?" "He is the leader of the wild samurai." Zhu Shi's eyes were full of complacency. "But, he was killed by the Fengdian horse who passed by here just now... Everyone said that it was the Dianma who killed him." "Huh? Killed?"

"..." She answered with her eyes, and tears flowed down her face uncontrollably.Although this little girl is petite, she speaks maturely, and it can't be seen that she is only fifteen years old.And sometimes it's amazingly fast.For a moment, Musashi didn't feel that she had anything to sympathize with, but when he saw the tears streaming down from her glue-like thick eyelashes, he suddenly felt an urge to hug her. The little girl must have had no formal upbringing.She must think that her father's career as a wild samurai is the best career.Moreover, her mother must have instilled in her the idea that being a thief, a cold-blooded activity, is also a legitimate profession in order to fill her stomach. After a long period of troubled times, the wild samurai has become a vagabond without knowing the meaning of life.And people are not surprised.During the war, the lords used them to set fire to the enemy, spread rumors, and rewarded them for stealing horses from the enemy camp.When the lord didn't need them, they went to loot the corpses after the battle, or stripped the deserters naked, or took the heads they picked up to receive rewards.Anyway, there are many tricks, as long as there is a war, you can be willing to degenerate, eating and drinking for nothing for a year or so. Although farmers or woodcutters are good people, if the war is close to the village, they will not be able to work in the fields, so they have to pick up some leftovers. After getting a bargain, they will know the taste. In this way, professional wild warriors have to protect their territory more closely.If he knows that someone has violated his territory, he will not let it go easily, and will definitely use cruel lynching to protect his rights. "How to do it?" Zhu Shi trembled for fear of being punished. "Feng's subordinates will definitely come...if they come..." "If it comes, I will help you block it, don't worry." When they descended, it was already dark in the wetlands.In one family, white smoke curled up from the chimney, surrounded by yellow-brown ferns.The widow Ajia put on her evening makeup as usual, and stood at the back door waiting.As soon as he saw Musashi and Zhu Shi coming back side by side—— "Zhu Shi, what did you do? You came back so late?" The hostess' eyes and voice had never been so stern.Musashi was stunned, but the little girl was very sensitive to her mother's emotions.With a shock in his heart, he immediately left Musashi, blushed, and ran into the house. The next day when Zhu Shi mentioned about Feng Dianma, her mother was flustered and scolded, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Then, she took out all the things in the cabinets, drawers, and warehouses and gathered them together. "Ah! Ah Wu! Both of you come to help, I'm going to put these things on the ceiling." "Okay, here we come!" Youba climbed under the roof. Musashi stood between Ajia and Matahachi, stepping on the step platform, and passed the things to be hidden to the ceiling one by one.If he hadn't heard Zhu Shi talk about the situation at home yesterday, and suddenly saw so many things, Musashi would be terrified.It takes a lot of effort to collect these things!There are knives, spear tassels, a sleeve of armor, and helmets without tops, pennants, rosary beads, flagpoles, etc.Among the larger items there were even ornate saddles inlaid with chrysalis and gold and silver. "Is that all?" Yatachi poked his head out from the ceiling and asked. "there's still one." Finally, Ah Jia took out a four-foot-long black wooden sword.Musashi caught it in the middle, feeling that the blade was sharp and heavy in his hand, and suddenly he couldn't put it down. "Auntie, can you give this to me?" Musashi asked. "You want it?" "Ok." "..." Although she didn't answer, she nodded with a smile and agreed to Musashi's request. I saw it when I came down again, and I was very envious. "The kid is jealous!" After Ajia finished speaking, she also gave him a leather scarf inlaid with agate, but Chuba didn't like it. In the evening, it was the widow's habit—perhaps since her husband was alive—to bathe, make up, and like to drink.Not only herself, but also Zhu Shi did this.Natural love of vanity, the pursuit of eternal youth. "Come on! Everyone come out!" Everyone gathered around the stove, she poured wine for Yatoba, and also gave Musashi a glass.No matter how hard they tried to evade, she still held their hands and forced them to drink. "Where are you going? Ah You!" "Miyamoto Village in Sakushu! I want to go back to my hometown, because my mother arranged a good marriage for me." "Really? It's my fault to hide you here. If you already have a partner, you can go alone! I won't keep you." Musashi held the wooden sword tightly, and tried to swing it with a whimper. The chopping and closing were very coordinated, which made him feel infinite taste and pleasure.He always carried the black wooden sword that Ajia gave him with him. Even hugging to sleep at night.When he pressed the cold wooden sword to his face, it always reminded him of the cold training when he was a child, and the cold and stern spirit he experienced from his father at that time would boil in his blood. His father is as cold and strict as Qiushuang.Musashi missed his mother who was separated when he was young, but he was very strange to his father.The smell of smoke and fear were his impressions of his father.When he was nine years old, Musashi left home suddenly and went to his mother who lived in Banzhou. He just wanted to hear his mother say softly: "Oh! You've grown so big!" For some reason, my mother divorced her father Wuerzhai, married a samurai from Banzhou Sayong Township, and had a child. "Go back! Go back to your father." The scene of his mother holding him tightly with open arms and crying in the woods beside the shrine where there is no one is still deeply in Musashi's mind. After a while, my father sent someone to chase after him.He was only nine years old at the time, so he was stripped naked, tied on the back of a bareback horse, and brought back from Banzhou to Miyamoto Village, Yoshino Township, Sakushu.Father Wuerzhai scolded angrily: "Unworthy! You unworthy!" And beat him with a cane.This incident was also deeply branded on his young mind. "If I go to your mother again, I will not recognize you as a son!" Not long after, Musashi heard that his mother had died of illness. He, who was depressed and unhappy, suddenly became a tyrant that no one dared to touch. Even Wuerzhai couldn't do anything about him.When his father tried to beat him with an iron rod, he snatched the rod instead and beat his father back.All the villains in the village are afraid of him, and the only one who dares to confront him is Youba, who is also the son of a villager. At the age of twelve or thirteen, Musashi already had the figure of an adult.One year, Arima Kihei, a warrior who was said to be traveling in the clouds to learn art, held high a gold leaf flag and looked for challenges in several nearby areas, came to the village.When Musashi beat him to death in the bamboo fence, everyone in the village sang him: "Ah Wu, the rich boy, is so strong!" However, his strong hands became more and more violent. "Musashi is here! Don't mess with him!" Everyone was afraid of him and hated him.His heart was full of coldness.His father was only strict and indifferent to him throughout his life, which further developed Musashi's cruel personality. If he didn't have a sister named Ah Yin, I don't know how many disputes would have been caused, and he might have been kicked out of the village long ago!When the elder sister spoke to him with tears, he obeyed obediently. This time looking for Youba Congjun, I also want to take this opportunity to make a difference, and I want to correct my evil and return to the right.This will is like a bud, slowly growing deep in Musashi's heart.However, facing the completely dark reality, he lost his direction once again. However, if it weren't for the rough and troubled times, the young man's refreshing personality would not have been cultivated.Now, he sleeps peacefully, not worrying about trivial matters or the future at all. Maybe he was dreaming of his hometown, he was breathing evenly, and he was still holding the wooden sword in his hand. "……Musashi!" Under the short, dim candlelight, Ajia came to his pillow in the dark and sat there at some unknown time. "Hey!...Look at this sleeping face!" Her fingers lightly touched Musashi's lips. call-- Ah Jia blew out the short candle, curled up like a cat, and leaned gently against Musashi. The gorgeous pajamas that didn't suit her age and her pink and white face became a black shadow.There was silence outside the window, only the sound of night dew dripping. "He may not have experience yet!" She tried to get his wooden sword away, and almost at the same moment Musashi jumped up and shouted: "Thief!" Her shoulders and chest were pressed on the overturned short plate, and her hands were twisted backwards. Because of the pain, she couldn't help shouting: "It hurts!" "Ah? Auntie?" Musashi let go. "Oh! I thought it was a thief!" "You are so cruel! Ah! It hurts!" "I didn't know it was you, sorry!" "No need to apologize...Musashi!" "Eh? You... what are you going to do?" "Shh...don't be so loud. You should know what I mean..." "I know, I will never forget your great kindness in taking care of us." "I don't mean such blunt things as grace and giri. Aren't human emotions stronger, deeper, and more delicate?" "Wait a minute, aunt, I'll light the lamp." "Hate!" "Huh?... Aunt..." Musashi suddenly felt his bones, the roots of his teeth, and his whole body tremble non-stop.This is more terrifying than any enemy I have encountered before.Even when Guan Yuan was lying on the ground and countless soldiers and horses passed over his head, he never received such a shock like now. He curled up in the corner and said: "Auntie, go over there! Go back to your room. Otherwise, I'll call Youba!" "Hey! Open the door!" From the gap in the lattice door, you can see the flickering candlelight.Probably Zhu Shi woke up and heard Youba's voice asking: "who is it?" then-- "mother!" Zhu Shi called her in the corridor. Ajia didn't know what happened, so she hurried back to her room and answered from there.Someone from outside pried open the door and broke in.Six or seven burly men stood there side by side. One of them said angrily: "I am the wind, hurry up and light the lamp!"