Chapter 50 Chapter 14 The Windmill

Facing the sea, Musashi sat in front of a stall selling grilled salamander snails. "Guest officer, our boat will go around the lake for a week, and there are still two empty seats, do you want to sit?" A boatman solicited business from Musashi. There are also two divers, carrying baskets of freshly caught conch. "Sir, do you want to buy conch?" "Buy some conch!" "..." The gauze on Musashi's feet was already stained with pus and blood.He unwrapped the gauze, and the painful foot injury has completely subsided and returned to its original shape. The gauze was wrapped for too long, so that the skin became white and wrinkled.

"Don't buy it, don't buy it." Musashi waved away the boatman and diver.He tried to put his feet on the sand, walked to the sea, and soaked his feet in the sea water. From this morning onwards, not only did he forget the pain of his foot injury, his physical strength also recovered, and his spirit was refreshed.In addition to knowing clearly that his foot injury has healed, his mood this morning is quite different from yesterday, because he feels that his future is boundless and he is ecstatic. Musashi asked the girl selling grilled salamander snails to help him buy a pair of socks and new straw sandals. He tried to step on the ground, and walked with a limp for a while, but he healed all of a sudden and felt a little uncomfortable. The wound still hurt, but it was insignificant.

"The boatman is already rushing tourists onto the boat, sir, aren't you going to join us?" The old man who was roasting salamander snails reminded Musashi. "That's right, there will be a boat heading to Jin Town after arriving in Ozuo, right?" "Yes, there are also boats bound for Yokkaichi and Kuwana." "Boss, what day is the twelfth lunar month?" "Hahaha! You are so noble and forgetful. You even forgot the date. Today is the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month." "Only twenty-four days?" "It's still you young people who have no worries and no worries. It's really enviable."

Musashi hurried to the bow of the ferry on the seaside of Takashiro, and he wished he could run even faster. Musashi catches up with the boat bound for Ominato on the other side, which is full of passengers.At the same time, the priestesses were sending Otsu and Jotaro to the Uji Bridge on the Isuzu River. Maybe they are waving goodbye now. The water of the Isuzu River flowed into the mouth of Ominato, and the ferryboat Musashi was on made the sound of oars beating the waves. After arriving in Ominato, Musashi immediately changed to the ferry bound for Owari.Most of the passengers are tourists. On the left bank, you can see roadside trees in Furuichi, Yamada, and Matsuzaka, and huge sails, facing the coastline, sailing smoothly on the sea of ​​Ise.

At this time, Atong and Jotaro are heading in the same direction by land, who will reach the destination first? If you go to Matsuzaka, you can inquire about the news that the son of God who was born in Ise and known as the "ghost" will serve the meal, but Musashi dismissed this idea and disembarked at Tsuzhen. When disembarking from the boat at Tsujin Port, the man walking in front of him had a two-foot wooden stick hanging from his waist, which caught Musashi's attention.Because the chain is wrapped around the stick, and there is a copper ring at the end of the chain.There is also a Nodachi with a leather sheath on his waist.He was about forty-two or three years old, his skin was darker than Musashi's, and his hair was scorched and curled together.

"Boss! Boss!" If someone hadn't called this man that way, anyone would have thought he was just a wild samurai.Musashi took a closer look at the young blacksmith apprentice who was chased down from the boat. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old and his face was still covered in soot. He carried a long-handled iron hammer on his shoulder. "Wait for me, boss." "Not yet." "I forgot the hammer in the boat just now." "How can you forget the guy who ate?" "I've run back to get it." "Of course, if you dare to forget, you will die."

"boss!" "You're so wordy." "Aren't we going to live in Jintou tonight?" "The sun is still high, let's go for a while." "I really want to live here, sometimes I can relax when I come out to work!" "Stop talking nonsense." The road from the pier to the main street is lined with gift shops and soliciting accommodation.The blacksmith's apprentice, carrying a hammer, looked around in the crowd to watch the excitement, so he didn't keep up with his boss.Finally, I saw the boss bought a toy windmill in the store.

"Yan Gong." "yes." "Help me get this." "It's a windmill." "If you hold it in your hand, it may be damaged by someone, so it's better to stick it in the collar." "Do you want to buy it as a gift?" "Ok……" It seems that the owner bought it for his children.Going out to work, the greatest enjoyment when you get home is seeing the smiling faces of children! The boss walked in front and turned his head frequently, probably because he was worried that the windmill inserted into Yangong's collar would be damaged.

Coincidentally, they turned left and right, which turned out to be the way Musashi wanted to go. "Oh……" Musashi knew - it must be this man. However, there are so many smithies in this world, and there are many people with chain scythes.For the sake of prudence, Musashi walked in front or behind from time to time, watching quietly. When they came to the outside of Tsu Town and were about to turn to the street of Mt. Suzuka, Musashi could already confirm from the conversation between the two of them. "May I ask you to go back to Umehata?" Musashi asked those two people, and the other party replied with a strong local accent:

"Yes, we are going back to Umehata." "May I ask if you are Mr. Hu Meixuan?" "Well... how do you know that I am Mei Xuan, who are you?" Across Suzuka Mountain, from Mizuguchi to Jiangzhou Kusatsu - this road is the only way to Kyoto.Musashi just passed by here a few days ago.Since he planned to arrive at his destination at the end of the year and hoped to drink Tusu wine there, he came here without stopping all the way. When he passed by here a few days ago, he visited Hu Meixuan. Unfortunately, he was not at home, and Musashi was not attached. He just hoped that he would have a chance to meet again someday. He did not expect to meet Meixuan here. The sickle is quite fateful.

"It's really a fate. I visited you in Yunlinyuan Village a few days ago and met Mrs. Miyamoto. My name is Miyamoto Musashi, and I am a martial artist." "Ah! That's how it is." Mei Xuan was not surprised at all. "Are you the one who lives in the inn in Yamada and said he wants to compete with me?" "Have you heard?" "Aren't you going to ask if I'm at Mr. Arakita's house?" "I have inquired." "I went to work at Arakita's house, but I didn't live in his house. I borrowed a friend's factory in Jinja Street and completed a job that was only mine." "Oh...and then?" "I heard that there is a martial artist who lives in the Yamada Inn and is looking for me, but I am afraid of trouble, so I ignore it-it turns out it is you!" "Yes, I heard that you are a master of chain sickles." "Hahaha! Have you seen my wife?" "Your Madam showed me Yaegakiru's posture." "Isn't that enough? There is really no need to chase after me. My insider of the genre has already shown you. If you want to see more, you may die before you see half of it." gone." It turns out that both of them are arrogant and arrogant people. It seems that martial arts and arrogance are one in this world.But then again, if the other party didn't have such a strong self-esteem, he wouldn't be proud of his superb martial arts. Musashi's self-cultivation skills are at home, and he can swallow this breath secretly. The reason why he can not be irritated by the other party is because when he stepped out of society again, Ze'an once taught him "There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people", and he I also learned a lot from visiting Hozo-in Temple and Koyanagi Castle. Musashi tolerated the opponent very gracefully, carefully observed the opponent's ability, and even took a low profile respectfully. Before finding out the details of the other party, Musashi was cautious in his words and deeds. "yes." Musashi answered modestly like a junior. "You're right. I've benefited a lot just from seeing your Madam's posture. But it's really a fate to meet you here. I hope to hear more about your experience with the chain scythe, and I'll be even more grateful Endless." "Talk about the chain sickle? If you want to talk about it, you can! Are you going to stay at the inn in the pass tonight?" "That's exactly what I mean. If you don't dislike it, can you let me come to your house to bother you all night?" "My home is not a hotel, and I don't have enough bedding. If you don't mind sleeping with my apprentice, Yan Gong, then please do so." At dusk, the three of them came to Mt. Suzuka. Under the brilliant sunset, the village in the mountain gradually became silent like a lake. Yangong ran back to report first, and Musashi saw Meixuan's wife standing under the eaves with the child in her arms, holding the toy windmill his father had given her. "Look, look, Dad came back from there, did you see Dad? Dad came back—" Hu Meixuan, who was originally arrogant, immediately became a kind father when he saw the child. "Hey! My little darling." Hu Meixuan danced and teased the child, and the couple carried the child into the house together.Musashi, who came back together and planned to stay here for a night, didn't take it seriously. until dinner time. "That's right, that's right, let that cultivator come over for dinner." Musashi was wearing straw sandals, warming himself by the stove in the studio.When Mei Xuan saw him, he suddenly remembered and ordered his wife to do so. His wife looked displeased. "When you were away a few days ago, you also came to stay for one night. Why are you here again?" "Let him sleep with Lord Yan." "Last time, I laid out a mat for him to sleep by the fire, and let him sleep like this tonight." "Hello, lad." Mei Xuan warmed the wine in front of the stove, he held the wine glass and asked Musashi, "Do you drink?" "I'll drink a little." "Let's have a drink!" "it is good." Musashi sat in the center of the tool room and guest room. "I respect you." Musashi raised his glass to pay tribute to Mei Xuan, and drank it all in one gulp, the taste of the wine was slightly sour. "Return the cup to you." "You take that cup! I still have a cup. You martial artist practice—" "yes." "You look very young, how old are you?" "After the new year, you will be twenty-two years old." "Where is my hometown?" "Beautiful work." As soon as Musashi finished answering, Hu Meixuan widened his eyes and looked at Musashi again from head to toe. "...Just now you said...what's your name...your name." "My name is Miyamoto Musashi." "Which two words are Musashi?" "Martial arts are martial arts, and treasures are hidden." At this time, his wife brought over the dinner dishes. "Please use." She put the food on the straw mat, Hu Meixuan took a breath, and said to himself: "It's like this..." "Come on, the wine is warm." Mei Xuan poured wine for Musashi, and suddenly asked him. "Were you called Takezou since you were a child?" "That's right." "Did you use that name when you were seventeen?" "yes." "Did you go to Guanyuan to fight with a man named Youba when you were seventeen?" Musashi was startled. "You seem to know me very well!" "Of course I know, because I also worked in Sekigahara." When Musashi heard it, he felt very cordial, and now Mei Xuan changed his arrogant attitude. "I think you are very familiar, so we met on the battlefield!" "So, you are in the camp of the Ukita family?" "At that time, I was in Yezhouchuan, Jiangzhou. Together with the villagers from Yezhouchuan, I joined the camp of the Futian family and ran at the forefront of the army." "So, we may have met before." "How is your friend Yatachi now?" "I haven't seen him since the war." "When do you mean after the war..." "After the battle, we hid in a family in Ibuki for a while. After our wounds healed, we broke up and never saw each other again." "……Oh." Mei Xuan said to his wife who was about to put the child to sleep: "No more wine." "You've talked enough!" "We are in the midst of drinking now, and we still want to drink." "Why did you drink so much tonight?" "Because we are talking speculatively." "It's out of wine." "Yan Gong, come here." Mei Xuan called to the corner, and the sound of Lord Yan getting up came from the other wall. "Boss! What's the matter?" Lord Yan opened the door and revealed his face. "You go to the axe and get a liter of wine on credit." Musashi picked up his job. "Wait a minute, the wine will come soon." Mei Xuan hurriedly grabbed Musashi's hand. "I specially asked Yan Gong to come for a drink on credit, let's eat later!" "Please don't go out to drink on credit for me, I'm too strong to drink." "It doesn't matter." Mei Xuan said: "That's right, that's right, you said just now that you wanted to ask me about the chain scythe, I must know everything, but how can you talk without drinking?" Yan Gong will be back soon. He put the jug on the stove to warm it up. At this time, Mei Xuan was already talking to Musashi about the effect of the chain sickle on the battlefield. "Using a chain sickle to deal with the enemy is easy to win, because it is different from a sword, so that the enemy has no gaps to defend, and before hitting the opponent's vitals, the chain can be used to entangle the enemy's weapon first, just like this, holding it in the left hand The sickle, the right hand is called thallium—” Mei Xuan sat down and showed Musashi a demonstration. "When the enemy is attacking, use the sickle to block the enemy's weapon, and at the same time use the thallium to counter the opponent. This is also a trick." After speaking, he changed to another move. "In a situation like this—if the enemy is far away from you—you can use a chain to entangle the opponent's weapon, whether it is a broadsword, a gun, or a stick, it is enough to win." After finishing speaking, he taught Musashi the method of throwing thallium. He taught more than a dozen tricks, such as waving a chain to draw snake-like lines, and using a sickle and a chain together to give the enemy a visual illusion, allowing them to turn defense into offense .Mei Xuan kept introducing the mysteries of this weapon. Musashi listened with gusto. When Musashi listened to the other party's explanation, he paid all his attention for fear of missing something.Be totally in it. Chains and scythes— Use both hands. While listening to the explanation, Musashi himself gained a lot of experience. A man has two hands, but a sword uses only one hand. He pondered secretly in his heart and came to this conclusion. The second jug of wine bottomed out before he knew it. Although Mei Xuan also drank, most of it was poured for Musashi. Musashi didn't feel too much wine when his ears were hot, and he had never been so drunk. "Honey! Let's sleep in the back room. The quilts here are reserved for the guests. You go to the back and spread the quilt." His wife had originally intended to sleep in this room, so when the two of them were drinking, regardless of whether the guests were present, they just lay down under the covers and slept with the child. "This guest seems to be tired too, let him rest early." Mei Xuan's attitude towards the guests suddenly became very friendly, and now he wants to let Musashi sleep here and sleep in the back room by himself.His wife couldn't understand, and the bed was already warm, so she didn't want to get up. "Didn't you just say that you want this guest to sleep in the tool room with Lord Yan?" "You stupid!" He glared at his wife. "That depends on who the guest is! Shut up and go to the back and spread the quilt." "..." Wearing pajamas, his wife walked to the back room full of displeasure, and Mei Xuan picked up the sleeping baby. "Although the quilt is not very clean, there is a stove here to make it warmer. If you are thirsty in the middle of the night, there is also tea here. Please don't be polite, just sleep under the quilt!" After Mei Xuan finished speaking, he left. Not long after, when his wife came to change the pillow, her face was already full of smiles. "My husband is already very drunk, coupled with the exhaustion of the journey, he said that he will go to bed later tomorrow, and you don't have to rush to get up early, and leave here after breakfast tomorrow morning." "……Thank you." Musashi could only answer in this way. He was so drunk that he could hardly take off his straw sandals and jacket. "Then I will interrupt." After Musashi finished speaking, he lay down in the quilt that the woman and the child had slept in just now. The quilt was quite warm, but Musashi's body was hotter than the quilt. Meixuan's wife stood quietly by the door, looked at Musashi and said: "……Good night!" After speaking, he blew out the candle and left the room. Musashi was drunk, his head was aching like a Monkey King in a headband, and his pulse throbbed in his temples. Strange, why did I drink so much tonight——Musashi was in pain, a little regret——Mei Xuan kept persuading me to drink just now, so why did the proud Mei Xuan go out to borrow wine suddenly, and my wife, who was always unhappy, turned out to be So kind, and gave him such a warm place to sleep - why did they suddenly change their attitude? Musashi felt that something was wrong, but before he figured it out, he was already drowsy, unable to open his eyelids, and fell asleep as soon as he put on the quilt. The ashes from the fire were exhausted, and occasionally tiny flames shone on Musashi's face, and it was obvious that he had fallen asleep. "..." In fact, Mei Xuan's wife had been guarding the door until Musashi fell asleep before tiptoeing back to her husband's room. Musashi was dreaming, and the same dream was repeated again and again. They were all fragmentary dreams, sometimes showing scenes from his childhood, crawling in and out of his sleeping brain cells like bugs, leaving behind The footprints of insects, his brain membrane seemed to reflect the words in fluorescent colors, everything was full of illusions. ...And, he kept hearing a lullaby in his dream: This lullaby was the lullaby that Mei Xuan's wife sang during the last stay.The melody full of Ise local accent, now in Musashi's dreamland, sounds like the melody of his hometown, Misaku Yoshino. Musashi saw himself transformed into a baby, held by a fair-skinned woman in her thirties.The baby Musashi actually knew that it was his mother, and he looked at the fair face above the breast with childish eyes—— Mother hugged him while singing a lullaby, her beautiful face was like a pear blossom, blooming moss could be seen on the long stone wall, the setting sun was reflected on the treetops, and the house was already lit. Tears welled up in her mother's eyes, and the infant Musashi looked at her tears for no reason. ——You get out for me. —Go back to your mother's house! He heard his father Wuerzhai's stern voice, but he was nowhere to be seen. He saw his mother escape from the long wall of the house, and finally ran to the riverbed of the Yingtian River, crying and walking into the river. The infant Musashi wanted to tell his mother: danger!Danger! He writhed and writhed in his mother's arms, but the mother walked slowly deeper into the river, holding the restless baby so close it nearly hurt him.The mother's tear-wet cheek was pressed against the baby's face. Musashi!Musashi!Are you the father's son or the mother's son? At this time, father Wuerzhai's roar came from the shore, and as soon as mother heard it, she immediately threw herself into Yingtian River. The infant Musashi was thrown on the river bed covered with stones, and cried with all his strength in the grass of evening primrose. "……what?" Musashi woke up suddenly, only to realize that it was a dream.The dream was muddled, and the woman's face couldn't tell whether it was the mother or someone else.Musashi always felt that the woman was peeping into his dream, so he woke up. Musashi had never seen his mother's face. Although he missed his mother, he couldn't describe her face. He could only imagine his own mother's voice by looking at other people's mothers. "...why am I drunk tonight?" After Musashi sobered up, the whole person also woke up. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling blackened by coal. Upon closer inspection, there is a windmill hanging from the ceiling above his head. It was a toy that Mei Xuan bought for his son. Besides, Musashi could smell the fragrance of breast milk on the bedding.Only then did he realize that it might be because of the surrounding atmosphere that caused him to dream of his deceased mother. Looking at the windmill, he was filled with infinite nostalgia. Musashi was not fully awake nor fell asleep, his eyes were slightly open in a trance, and he suddenly felt that the windmill hanging there was a little strange. "..." Because the windmill started to spin. Originally, the windmill could spin, so there was nothing strange about it, but Musashi was startled and planned to get up from the quilt. "……strangeness?" He listens carefully. It seems that there is a slight sound of opening the door somewhere. When the door is closed, the rotating windmill stops. There must have been people coming in and out of the back door of this house since just now. Although they were very cautious, the door was between the switches, and the wind blew the curtain, and the windmill also rotated.Musashi felt that the colorful windmills were like butterflies, sometimes spreading their wings and sometimes stopping. Musashi wanted to get up, but immediately shrank back into the bed. He was concentrating on trying to detect the movement in the room, just like an insect wrapped in a leaf can know the seasons of nature, and his tense nerves run through his body. Only then did Musashi realize how dangerous he was just now.But he didn't understand why someone else, that is, Hu Meixuan, the owner here, wanted to kill him. "Did I board a thief ship?" At first Musashi judged so.If it was a thief, as long as he saw Musashi's light luggage, he would know that there was nothing to rob. "Hate me?" This should not be the reason. Musashi still didn't know what was going on, but his skin could already feel that someone was approaching his life—is he waiting for the other party to come?Or pre-emptive?He has to choose one or the other. He quietly reached under the bed to find the straw sandals, and then put them under the bed. The windmill suddenly began to spin rapidly, and the afterglow of the fire shone on the windmill. It seemed to be like a thousand-changing flower, spinning continuously. Now, he heard obvious footsteps inside and outside the house!He raised the quilt to make it look like someone was sleeping in it.Finally, two eyes appeared on the door curtain. A man sneaked over with a knife in his hand, and the other walked around the wall with a long gun in his hand and came to the other side of the bed. "..." The two men listened to the movements in the bed and looked at the raised bed.At this time, another person came from the door curtain, it was Hu Meixuan, holding a chain sickle in his left hand, and a weighing thallium in his right hand. "..." "..." "..." One pair, two pairs, three pairs of eyes... The three of them gestured with their eyes and held their breath. The person standing next to the pillow kicked over the pillow with an "ah", and the man on the other side immediately pointed a spear at the bed. "Get up! Musashi!" Mei Xuan grabbed the copper thallium and the chain sickle, took a step back, and yelled at the bed. There was no response from the bed. Whether they hit with chain scythes, poked spears at the quilt, or yelled.There was still no response in the bed, because Musashi, who was supposed to be sleeping in the bed, was no longer there. Men with spears tore back the quilts with guns. "Ah... he escaped." Everyone looked embarrassed and hurriedly looked around. Mei Xuan immediately understood the spinning windmill when he saw it. "The door is open." After speaking, he immediately jumped to the door. "Oops—" another man yelled.Because he saw that the door to the balcony in the studio and the room was open. The outside of the house is covered with a layer of hoarfrost, as bright as moonlight.The windmill suddenly started spinning just now because of the biting cold wind blowing in through this door. "That bastard, it turned out that he escaped from here." "What is the watchman doing? Where is the watchman?" Mei Xuan hastily shouted: "Hey! Hey!" Cursing loudly, I ran outside the house to see a black shadow squatting on the ground under the eaves. "Boss! Boss! Have you caught Musashi?" In the dark, there was a whispered question. Mei Xuan couldn't help being furious. "What are you talking about? What are you doing? That bastard Musashi has already run away after hearing the news." "Hey! I ran away... when?" "You still have the face to ask me?" "Strange?" "It's all a bunch of wine bags and rice bags." Mei Xuan went in and out of that door, and then said: "He has only two ways to escape, one is to cross Suzuka Mountain, and the other is to go to the streets of Jin Town. It should not be far away, let's go after it!" "Where are you chasing?" "I'm going in the direction of Mt. Suzuka, you guys chase after the street." There were about ten people inside and outside the house, and some were holding guns. Everyone's attire is different.The one with the gun looks like a hunter; the one with the knife looks like a woodcutter; the others may also belong to the same class, and they all obey Hu Meixuan. Treat it as an ordinary blacksmith. They split into two groups. "If you find Musashi, immediately fire a gun as a signal, and everyone should gather as soon as they hear the gunshot." A group of people chased after they agreed. However, after only running for half an hour, each of them was out of breath, had to give up, and walked back dejectedly. Everyone was exhausted, regardless of whether they would be scolded by the boss Mei Xuan, but Mei Xuan returned home one step earlier than everyone else, and was sitting in the house with his head down. "Didn't catch up, boss!" "What a pity." Mei Xuan had no choice but to give up. "never mind." Mei Xuan grabbed a few sticks of firewood, snapped them with his knees, and then shouted: "Honey! Is there any wine, bring some wine!" After finishing speaking, he threw the firewood into the fire fiercely as if venting, and a burst of ashes was raised. The commotion in the middle of the night woke up the baby and kept crying.Mei Xuan's wife lay on the bed and replied that there was no more wine.A man said he could go home and get some wine, and walked out.These people lived nearby, and quickly brought the wine, pouring it into bowls before warming it up and drinking it. "I'm really not reconciled!" "This young man is not simple!" "This bastard has a long life." You say what you say and I say it as an afterthought. "Boss! Please calm down, it's all the fault of the guard." Everyone wanted to get Mei Xuan drunk and let him sleep first. "I'm too careless!" Mei Xuan didn't intend to blame others, but just frowned and drank the wine. "To deal with that brat, maybe you don't need to work hard at all, I can do it by myself... But four years ago, when that guy was seventeen years old, even my brother Feng Dianma died in his hands. If anything, I wouldn’t dare to act rashly.” "But, Boss, is that martial practitioner today really the little boy who lived in Ajia's house in Ibuki Ai Caowu four years ago?" "It must have been my dead brother Norima who was guiding me - I didn't notice at first either, but after a drink or two, that Musashi guy probably didn't know I was Funorima's younger brother - the wild samurai who worked on the Nosu River Feng Huangping. So he said that during the battle of Sekigahara, he was called Takezou (Takezou), and now he has changed his name to Miyamoto Musashi (MuSaSi). The sword that killed my brother's Takezou." "You wanted to fight back, but he slipped away." "Recently the society is peaceful and peaceful, so even if my elder brother Dianma is still alive, it may be difficult for him to live. He probably has to be like me. Apart from working hard to make ends meet, he has no choice but to go to the mountains to become a bandit. However, when I think of My brother was beaten to death with a wooden sword by an unknown soldier in the Battle of Guanyuan, which made me very angry." "At that time, besides that little boy named Musashi, there must have been another young man!" "Yes, his name is Youba." "Yes! Yes! That Youba immediately took Ah Jia and Zhu Shi from the wormwood house that night and fled overnight... now they are gone." "My brother Dianma died only when he was bewitched by A Jia. So everyone, be careful, you might run into A Jia again." Maybe the alcohol started to take effect, Mei Xuan lowered his head and dozed off. "Boss! You lie down and sleep!" "Boss! Go to sleep!" Everyone kindly helped him to the bed where Musashi slept just now, and picked up pillows to cover him. Hu Meixuan immediately closed his eyes full of resentment, and fell asleep soundly. "go home!" "Go back to sleep!" These people turned out to be the subordinates of Ibuki's Fengdianma and Yezhouchuan's Jiaofeng Huangping, wild warriors who specialized in exploiting spoils on the battlefield for a living.After the times changed, some people became hunters and some became farmers, but they still did not change their evil nature.At this time, in the dead of night, this group of people walked out of the blacksmith shop, out of the field covered with hoarfrost, and went home separately. After these people left, everything returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.In this house the only sounds were the snoring of men and the squeaking of voles. Occasionally, there is the babbling sound of a baby who is not yet asleep.It was late at night and the baby was asleep. then-- Between the kitchen and the working room, there is a room full of firewood. There is an earthen stove next to the firewood. Coir raincoats and bamboo hats are hung on the dilapidated walls.At this moment, behind the earth stove near the wall, the coir raincoat moved quietly, and a figure hung the coir raincoat back on the wall, and then, as if walking out of the wall, the figure stood up. That person is Musashi. He never left the room. Just now he escaped from the bed, opened the firewood room, covered his body with the coir raincoat and hid in the firewood pile. "..." Musashi walked around the room.Hu Meixuan was already sound asleep, Meixuan seemed to have a bad nose, and his snoring sound was different - Musashi couldn't help smiling wryly in the dark. "..." Listening to his snoring, Musashi had an idea in his mind. The contest between him and Hu Meixuan has been completely won. However, after eavesdropping on their conversation just now, I realized that Mei Xuan was a wild samurai in Yezhouchuan. Brother Qiu, although Hu Meixuan is a wild samurai, he has a weird personality and a strong competitive heart. If you keep him alive, he will definitely try his best to plot against him in the future. For his own safety, Musashi must act first.However, is it necessary to put the other party to death? "..." Musashi thought for a while, and finally thought of a way.He went around to Mei Xuan's bed and took a chain sickle from the wall. Mei Xuan was still asleep. Musashi stared at Mei Xuan's face, hooked the blade of the sickle with his nails, the blade and the handle were perpendicular. Musashi wrapped the blade with wet paper, and then put the sickle on Mei Xuan's neck. All right! The windmill hanging on the ceiling also stopped moving. If he hadn't wrapped the blade with paper, the owner of this house might die tomorrow morning, and the windmill might spin crazily! There was a reason why Musashi would kill Fudenoma.Moreover, at that time, I had just participated in the war, and the bloody side would be like this just now.There is no benefit in killing Hu Meixuan now, not to mention that his son will avenge his father in the future, just like a windmill spinning, grievances repay each other, never ending. For some reason tonight, Musashi kept recalling his dead parents. Seeing the family peacefully intoxicated in sleep, the air filled with the scent of milk, Musashi was envious and reluctant to leave. He said silently in his heart: "Thank you for your care... I wish you a sweet dream." After the silent prayer, gently open the rain window and climb out quietly.In the misty night, he embarked on his journey again.