Chapter 59 Chapter 01 The Covenant in the Wilderness

From the Nagasaka entrance of Tamba Street, you can clearly see the opposite mountain view.Through the street trees, the remnant snow on the mountain can be seen shining brightly.The mountains are located on the border of Tamba, surrounding the outskirts of the northwest of Kyoto like a pleated skirt. Someone said: "ignition!" Although it was early spring, it was only the ninth day of the first lunar month, and the cold wind blowing from the clothes hat was quite cold for the little bird.The sound of their squeaking came from the field, adding to the chill.This weather is like the saber on the waist of a samurai, full of cold air.

"It's so hot!" "Fire will spread, and if you don't pay attention, it will start a prairie fire." "There's no way to think about it so much, and no matter how much you burn it, it won't reach Kyoto." At one end of the wilderness, there was a crackling and burning sound, and the faces of more than forty people were blackened by smoke.The raging flames spread their teeth and claws in the morning light, and rushed straight into the sky. "It's hot! It's hot!" Someone muttered. "You can stop!" Ueda Ryohei was so smoked that he yelled at the person who was adding hay.

In this way, a quarter of an hour passed. "Maybe it's past time?" Someone said. "yes?" Everyone looked up at the sun in unison. "Has it passed the time of Mao? It should be this hour." "What happened to little master?" "Is it almost there?" "It's time to arrive." Everyone was tense and silent.And everyone looked across the street with both eyes, sipping their saliva, waiting a little impatiently. "What exactly is going on?" This was originally a royal ranch, also known as the "Dairy Cow Yard Ruins".Occasionally grazing cattle can be seen.In sunny weather, there is also the smell of dead grass and cow dung.

"Will Musashi miss the appointment?" "Maybe it's already here!" "Who's going to take a look. Isn't Liantai Temple only 500 meters away from here?" "Going to check on Musashi?" "That's right!" "..." Nobody came forward and said they were going.Everyone was so uncomfortable with the smoke that they fell silent. "However, the little master said that he would prepare here before going to the Liantai Temple! Let's wait a while and see!" "Could it be a mistake?" "The little master did explain to Mr. Ueda last night. It should not be a mistake."

Ueda Ryohei followed the words of the doorman and added: "That's right—maybe Musashi has arrived at the appointed place first. Maybe the little master is deliberately late because he wants to make his opponent Musashi anxious. If the disciple doesn't know and acts casually, people will laugh at us for sending thugs to help. Yoshioka is a goalkeeper." It will ruin your reputation. At least we know that Ronin Musashi is single-handed, so everyone should stay still until the little master appears. We must be like a forest of wind and volcanoes, as motionless as a mountain, and observe calmly."

that morning. Although it was not a special gathering, there were still many people gathered in the Dairy Cow Yard Grassland.Of course, judging from the number of people, only a few people came under Yoshioka's sect.In addition to the presence of Ryohei Ueda, half of the people who claimed to be the Jingliu Ten Swords Gaodi Gang came.It can be seen that all the four martial arts halls have sent hard-core members to stand here, ready to attack. Seijuro gave a special account to everyone last night: "Absolutely don't draw your sword to help!" Moreover, all the people in his subordinates also think that today's little master's opponent, Musashi, has more or less two brushes.

Don't take it lightly.Even so, they still thought that the little master Seijuro would not lose to Musashi. Impossible to lose. In addition, the notice boards on the five bridges will announce today's competition to the world.In this way, not only can the majesty of Yoshioka's family be shown, Seijuro's reputation will also be publicized.Being a disciple is of course incumbent, that's why they gathered on the grassland not far from the venue of the competition, Liantai Temple.At this moment, due to the long wait for Kiyojuro Yoshioka, everyone became anxious. However--

What happened to Seijuro?Never saw his figure. After Mao o'clock, the sun will come out. "Isn't that weird?" Thirty or so people began to mutter. Ueda Ryohei had originally ordered to observe calmly, but now he has begun to relax.Some people saw so many people gathered in Dainiuyuan Grassland, and mistakenly thought it was a competition field, and asked from the side: "How did the game go?" "Where is Seijuro Yoshioka?" "It's not here yet!" "Where's Musashi?" "It seems that they haven't come yet." "What do those samurai do?"

"Which side's thug is it probably?" "What is this! Only the thugs come, and the protagonists Musashi and Seijuro haven't even shown their faces." People are gathering more and more. People who watched the excitement gathered around in an endless stream.Then everyone chatted and asked: "Aren't you here yet?" "Aren't you here yet?" "Which one is Musashi?" "Which one is Seijuro?" Of course, no one dared to get close to the place where Yoshioka's family gathered, but apart from the Dainiuyuan grassland, countless human heads could be seen even on the thatch bushes and tree branches.

Jotaro suddenly stepped out from the crowd. He wore an oversized wooden sword on his waist, and wore oversized straw sandals. He walked on the dry mud floor, kicked up dust, and said in his mouth: "I didn't see anyone! I didn't see anyone!" His eyes were bright, looking at every face, looking around the prairie. "What's the matter? Sister Atong knows what happened today, so why didn't she see anyone. And since that day, she hasn't been to Mr. Karasuma's mansion again." It turns out that what Jotaro is looking for is Atong who has been thinking about Musashi's victory and defeat and will definitely appear today.

Usually, if a little finger is injured, it will make a woman pale.Interestingly, the more cruel and bloody the incident, the more it arouses their different interests from men. In short, today's game really attracted the attention of people in Kyoto.Among the crowd who flocked to watch the game, there were also many women, and they even came hand in hand. However, among these women, Atong was the only one missing. Jotaro was exhausted from walking around the fields. "How strange!" Maybe on New Year's Day, after the five bridges parted, Atong fell ill?He walked while guessing. Think again: Maybe Ashanpo's rhetoric deceived Atong... As soon as he thought of this, he began to feel uneasy. He worried about this matter far more than today's game result.Jotaro was not worried about today's outcome. Thousands of people surrounded the field, waiting to watch the game.They unanimously decided that Seijuro Yoshioka could win this match, and only Jotaro firmly believed: "Master will win!" At this moment, the heroic figure of Musashi when he was outnumbered and bravely resisted the people of Baozangyuan with spears in Yamato Prajna Field appeared in his mind. "Master will not lose! Even if everyone besieges, he will not lose..." Even if all the Yoshiokamen stationed in Dainiuyuan Grassland are counted, he still firmly believes in Musashi's ability. So, he wasn't worried about that.Atong didn't come, although he wasn't too disappointed, but he was really worried that something happened to Atong. When she left with the old lady Ashan at Wujo Bridge, she once said: "When I'm free, I'll go to Karasuma-sama's mansion. Jota! Please ask the people at the mansion to let you stay there first." She did say that. But—nine days have passed—during this period, even on the third and seventh day of the first lunar month, there was no visit from Atong. "What exactly is going on?" Jotaro had started to feel uneasy two or three days ago, but before coming here this morning he still had a glimmer of hope. "..." However, now Jotaro can only look at the middle of the grassland alone.The Yoshiokamen gathered around the fire and became the focus of attention of thousands of spectators.Although the atmosphere was tense, everyone looked listless because Seijuro hadn't appeared yet. "It's so strange! It's clearly stated on the notice board that the venue of the competition is Rentai Temple Field, so it's right here?" No one doubted this, only Jotaro felt strange.Then, among the crowd around him, someone suddenly called him from the side: "Little Maotou! Hey! Hey! Little Maotou!" Taking a closer look, Jotaro remembered him.He was Sasaki Kojiro who was at the Gojo Bridge on the morning of the first day of the first lunar month nine days ago. Although he only met once, Jotaro was very kind, and immediately replied: "What's the matter? Uncle!" Kojiro walked up to him.This young man has a quirk. Before dealing with people, he likes to take a hard look at the other person from head to toe. "We seem to have met at Wutiao Bridge sometime!" "Uncle! You remember!" "I remember you were with a woman." "Ah! Do you mean Sister Atong?" "That woman's name is Atong? What's the relationship between her and Musashi?" "what?" "Cousins?" "no." "Is it my sister?" "no." "What's the matter?" "It's someone I like." "like?" "Sister Atong likes my master." "Are they lovers?" "Probably so!" "So, Musashi is your master!" Jotaro nodded proudly and replied: "yes." "Ha! That's why you came here today. However, Seijuro and Musashi haven't appeared yet, and the spectators are panicking! You should know whether Musashi has already left?" "I don't know, I'm looking for him too!" The footsteps of two or three people came running from behind, Kojiro's hawk-like eyes immediately turned towards them. "Huh? Isn't this His Excellency Sasaki?" "Ah! Ryohei Ueda." "What's wrong with you?" Ryohei came to him, grabbed Kojiro's hand tightly and said: "You haven't been back to the martial arts gym since the end of last year, and the little master still misses you often. What's wrong with you?" "Although I didn't go back before, it's the same if I come today!" "No matter what, let's talk over there first!" Ryohei and other subordinates respectfully accompanied him to his family's camp in the middle of the grassland. The crowd in the distance, when they saw Kojiro, who was carrying a big sword and dressed in fashion, immediately shouted: "Musashi! Musashi!" "Musashi is here!" "Ah! Is that the man?" "No mistake—that's Miyamoto Musashi." "Hey...you are so stylishly dressed! It looks like you're not weak." Jotaro, who stayed where he was, saw that the people around him thought that the man was Musashi, so he hurriedly said: "No! No! Could Master Musashi be like this? How could he be like a kabuki kid?" He tried desperately to correct everyone's misunderstanding. Although some people didn't hear what he said, they started to feel that something was wrong when they looked at it. "It's kind of weird!" Some people began to doubt. Kojiro stopped in the middle of the prairie, and with his usual arrogance, seemed to be lecturing Yoshioka's forty men. "..." Oike Jurozaemon, Ota Kuroheisuke, Minamiho Yuichihei, Kobashi Zōto and others under Ryohei Ueda, who are known as the ten swordsmen, seemed to dislike him. Terrifying eyes stared straight at the corners of Kojiro's twitching mouth. Sasaki Kojiro said to Ueda Liangping: "Musashi and Seijuro haven't come yet. This is God's blessing to Yoshioka's family. Please go back to the martial arts school separately before Seijuro arrives!" This alone was enough to irritate the disciple Yoshioka, but he went on: "My words are the most beneficial to Seijuro! Who can help you more than me? To the Yoshioka family, I am a prophet sent from heaven! Let me just say Right... If it were a martial arts competition, Seijuro would definitely lose badly, and he might become Musashi's swordsman!" Ji Gang's disciples didn't have a good face when they heard this.Take Ryohei Ueda as an example!His face had turned livid, and he stared straight at Kojiro. Among the ten swordsmen, Oike Jurozaemon, could hardly listen anymore.Seeing Kojiro talking endlessly, he took a step forward, approached him and asked: "Sir, do you have anything else to say?" As he said this, he raised his right elbow in an attacking posture, deliberately revealing that he possesses good kung fu. Kojiro just smiled and looked back at him with deep dimples.Because Kojiro is tall and big, even with a smiling face, it can be mistaken for arrogance and contempt. "Are my words harsh?" "certainly." "Then, I'm really sorry." Kojiro moved away lightly—— "Let's do it this way! I won't draw my sword to help, and let it develop naturally." "A character like you, who would ask you to draw a sword for help!" "Impossible! Didn't you and Seijuro welcome me to the Shijo Martial Art Museum from Mao Madi? At that time, didn't you keep flattering me?" "That's the way of hospitality, just treat each other with courtesy, don't be complacent and self-righteous." "Hahaha! In this way, wouldn't it be a big fight with you here first? My prophecy will not be wrong-in my opinion, ninety-nine percent of this fight is destined for Seijuro Failed. On the morning of the first day of the first lunar month, when I saw Musashi by the five bridges, I felt that Musashi was really good... and when I saw you hanging up the game notice board by the bridge, I thought it was like saying "Auspicious" Obituaries of the Oka family's decline... It's no wonder that ordinary people usually can't see their own weaknesses." "Shut up, shut up! Did you make a special trip to get into trouble with the Yoshioka family today?" "Faithful words are hard to hear. If you don't believe it, you will be the ones who will be unlucky in the end. Anyway, the martial arts competition is today. In a short time, you will wake up." Disciple Yoshioka's face changed drastically, he spat at Kojiro and yelled: "Have you said enough?" More than forty Yoshioka disciples approached Kojiro step by step with a murderous look.The dark wilderness swallowed up this murderous aura, making it hard to detect. However, Kojiro had already made up his mind and jumped away quickly.He couldn't restrain his meddling and quarrelsome personality.He thought to himself: Not only did they not thank me for my kindness, but they also blamed me for talking nonsense.He also thought: this time the fight started, maybe the crowd watching the excitement would turn their attention to himself.Thinking of this, Kojiro showed a provocative look. The crowd in the distance saw the situation here, and there was indeed a commotion. A little monkey jumped through the crowd and hopped across the field like a ball. There is a young woman in front of the little monkey, and her figure runs quickly to the field. It turned out to be Zhu Shi. At this time, the atmosphere between the apprentice Yoshioka and Kojiro is tense, and the flames of war may ignite at any time.But with Zhu Shi's shout, the tense atmosphere disappeared without a trace. Zhu Shi called out: "Kojiro! Kojiro... where is Musashi-san... isn't Musashi-san here?" Kojiro turned around and exclaimed: "what?" Ryohei Ueda of the Yoshioka Gate and others also said in unison: "Ah! It's Zhu Shi!" For a moment, everyone looked at her and the little monkey with surprised eyes. Kojiro said in a reproachful tone: "Zhu Shi, why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to come?" "That's my freedom, you don't care. Can't I come?" "Of course not." Zhu Shi shrugged and didn't answer. "go back!" Hearing what Kojiro said, she took a deep breath, shook her head suddenly to express her rejection: "I don't want it! Although I am grateful for your care, I am not your wife, am I? So I am sorry." Zhu Shi suddenly stopped talking, his voice was choked, and he began to sob and sob.The sad cry almost melted the man's violent feelings.But the tone of Zhu Shi's next speech was firmer than that of any man. "What do you mean! You tied me up on the second floor of the Buddhist tool shop—just because I was worried about Musashi, you hated me and deliberately bullied me, didn't you? Besides... let alone...today's martial arts competition is to kill Musashi. You You think you have a sense of morality towards Yoshioka Seijuro, and you plan to help Seijuro Yoshioka when he is unable to hold back, so that you can help him to kill Musashi. That's why you tied me up on the second floor of the Buddhist tool shop and went out here early in the morning. Yes or no?" "Zhu Shi, are you crazy? In front of everyone, in broad daylight, what nonsense are you talking about?" "I want to say, just think I'm crazy! Musashi is my sweetheart... He came to die, and I couldn't sit idly by. I shouted for help on the second floor of the Buddhist tool shop, and the nearby residents helped me untie the rope, so I could escape Come here. I must see Musashi...Musashi-san! Please come out, where are you?" "..." Kojiro was speechless, standing in front of Zhu Shi who lost control of his emotions, he was speechless. Although Zhu Shi spoke wildly, everything she said was true.If Akatsuki tells a lie, Kojiro will laugh, sarcasm and contradict her, and he will never tire of doing it, as a pleasure! In front of everyone—and in this kind of scene—she had no fear of telling the whole story.Embarrassed and angry, Kojiro squinted at her. at this moment. The young servant Minhachi who had been accompanying Seijuro all the time came straight from the street tree.He raised his hands and shouted: "No, it's terrible! Everyone hurry, hurry up! Little master was hacked, hacked and injured by Musashi!" Min Ba's shouts made everyone's murderous looks disappear.When everyone was astonished, they lost their support as if their feet were sinking into the ground. They couldn't help asking in unison: "What, what?" "Little Master was murdered by Musashi—" "Where is it?" "Only for a moment." "Really? Minba!" Everyone was incoherent and kept asking each other.Originally, Seijuro said that he would come here to prepare first, but before he came, he heard Minhachi informed that Seijuro and Musashi had already won. No one could believe it was true. The servant Minba said vaguely: "Hurry up! Hurry up!" Min Bashang was out of breath, he scrambled and scrambled on the ground while talking and went straight away along the same road. Although dubious, but can not determine the true or false.Then, Ueda Ryohei, Oike Jurozaemon and more than forty disciples, like wild animals jumping over the fire, followed Minpachi closely with a "shua", and rushed straight towards the street tree, and the dust immediately flew up. Passing through Danba Street, after walking north for more than 500 meters, there are still endless street trees on the right.The vast wilderness wanders quietly in the spring sunshine. The Cambodian and the Shrike, which were singing leisurely, were frightened by the crowd and flew into the air.Minba ran frantically into the grass, and didn't stop until he reached a round ancient tomb.He fell to his knees, as if embracing the earth, and shouted hoarsely: "Little master! Little master!" "what?" "Oh!" "It's little master!" The people who arrived afterward stopped in their tracks.In the grass, a samurai wearing a blue hand-dyed garment, a leather vest, and a strip of sweat-absorbing white cloth tied to his forehead was lying on the ground. "Little master!" "Master Seijuro!" "Cheer up!" "It's us!" "It's your disciple!" Seijuro's neck seemed to be broken, and after being picked up, his head drooped heavily. There was not a drop of blood on the sweat-absorbing white cloth.Neither the skirt nor the clothes, nor even the surrounding grass, was stained with any blood at all.But from the tip of Seijuro's brows and eyes, one can feel that he is in great pain, and his lips have turned purple. "Still, are you still breathing?" "Pretty weak." "Hey! Come here! Take the little master back quickly." "Do you want to carry it back?" "That's right!" One of them turned around, put Seijuro's right hand on his shoulder, and was about to stand up, when Seijuro cried out in pain: "It hurts……" "Door panel! Door panel!" After Seijuro said this, three or four people rushed to find the door panel.Finally, a door panel was brought from a nearby folk house. The disciple asked Seijuro to lie on his back on the door panel.Whenever he breathed, he was in agony, and even yelled and frantic.The disciples had no choice but to take off their belts, tie Seijuro to a wooden board, and each of the four carried a corner.Like a funeral, everyone silently carried the door and walked forward. Seijuro kept kicking the board with both feet, almost breaking the board. "Musashi... Musashi is gone... Ouch! It hurts! The whole hand hurts like hell! The bones seem to be broken... Huh! Huh! Huh! I can't stand it! Disciples! Take my right wrist Cut it off—cut it off! Somebody cut off my wrist!" Seijuro stared at the sky, wailing and shouting in pain. The injured people were in too much pain, the people who lifted the door panels, especially Seijuro's apprentices couldn't bear to look directly at them, and looked away in unison. "Mr. Oike! Mr. Ueda!" Everyone stood there dumbfounded, the person who lifted the door turned his head and asked the seniors for advice: "The little master looked very painful, so he told us to cut off his wrist. I thought, can cutting off his wrist relieve his pain?" Ryohei and Juro left guards shouted loudly: "What are you talking about!" "No matter how much it hurts, it's just pain, and it's not life-threatening. If you cut off your wrist, you might be life-threatening due to excessive blood loss. In short, quickly carry Master Seijuro to the martial arts hall, and take a good look at the bone on his right shoulder. Check the situation and see how deep the wound was by Musashi's wooden sword. Even if you plan to cut off your wrist, you must have complete preparations to stop the bleeding. Otherwise, you must not cut it—that's right! Whoever rushes to the martial arts hall to ask for a doctor first. " In order to invite the doctor as soon as possible, two or three disciples rushed away. Admirers gathered from the Dainiuyuan Grassland lined up under the pine trees beside the street like moth chrysalis, looking over here. This matter was a headache, Ueda Ryohei's face was gloomy, and he said to the silent person walking behind the door stretcher: "Go and drive the crowd away first! How can these people see the distressed appearance of the little master!" "understood!" Several disciples ran to the grassland with angry faces.Sensitive people fled like locusts, raising dust all over the sky. The servant Minba followed by the door, crying as he walked.Ryohei grabbed Minhachi's shoulder, and with an angry expression on his face, he said in a reproachful tone: "Minba! Come here." Seeing the horror in Ueda Ryohei's eyes, Minpachi was so frightened that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, and replied in a trembling voice: "W-what's the matter?" "Have you been with little master since Sijo Martial Arts Hall?" "Yes, it is!" "Where did the little master prepare?" "It was prepared after arriving at Liantai Temple." "It's impossible for little master not to know that we will be waiting in the grassland of Dainiuyuan. How could he go directly?" "Beforehand, I had no idea." "Musashi arrived earlier or later than my little master?" "Musashi came first, standing in front of that grave." "Only one?" "That's right! Only one person." "How to compete? Have you seen it?" "The little master told me: In case I lose to Musashi, please pick up my bones. The disciples will gather in the Dainiuyuan Grassland after dawn. Before Musashi and I have decided the winner, we are not allowed to inform them .Victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs. I don't want to be a despicable winner—absolutely can't bully the less with the more. After the little master said this, he walked towards Musashi." "Hmm...and then?" "I looked over my little master's shoulder and saw Musashi's smiling face. Everything was quiet, and before I could say hello, I heard a scream resounding through the sky. When I looked closely, the little master's wooden sword had already flown into the sky , only Musashi with an orange turban and disheveled hair standing there..." If the typhoon passes through the country, there are no people watching the excitement on the street. Seijuro lay on the door panel and groaned, and the group of people carrying the door panel were dejected like soldiers and horses returning to the village with a defeated flag.They walked cautiously, lest they increase the pain of the wounded. "what?" Suddenly, everyone stopped.The person walking in front carrying the door panel was startled, and put his hand on his chest, while the person behind looked up. Withered pine leaves clattered and fell onto the door panel.It turned out that there was a little monkey on the treetop, looking down with purring eyes, pretending to be naughty. "Ah! It hurts!" Someone was hit in the face by a flying pine cone and screamed in pain. "brute!" The man threw a knife at the monkey.The knife pierced through the leaves, shining brightly in the sunlight. A whistle sounded in the distance. The little monkey immediately jumped onto the shoulders of Kojiro Sasaki who was standing under the tree. "what!" Only now did Yoshioka's apprentice, who was carrying the door panel, clearly see that besides Kojiro, there was Zhu Shi standing there. "..." Kojiro stared straight at the injured Seijuro lying on the stretcher, without the slightest mocking expression.Instead, he heard his painful groans, showing compassion for the defeated.But Yoshioka's disciples immediately thought of what Kojiro said just now, and agreed: He came to laugh at us. I don't know if it's Ueda Ryohei or someone else, urging the person who lifted the door panel to say: "It's a monkey, not a human, so don't worry about it, let's go!" Just as he was about to hurry, Kojiro suddenly said to Seijuro who was lying on the door panel: "long time no see." "Your Excellency Seijuro, what's the matter? Did you suffer from that kid Musashi? Where is the location of the martial arts competition? What? I feel uncomfortable in my right shoulder... Ah! This can't be done! Maybe the bones are broken like fine sand in a bag .If you dangle like this, the blood in your body may flow back to your internal organs.” When he faced the crowd, his attitude was still arrogant and unruly as usual: "Put down the door panel quickly, why are you hesitating. Put it down quickly!" Next, he said to Seijuro who was on the verge of dying: "Your Excellency Seijuro! Can you get up? Sometimes you can't get up! Your injury is very minor, at most one right hand. You can still walk with your left hand swinging. The son of a boxing master, Seijuro, was used by a disciple The door is being carried on the main road in Kyoto, if this news spreads, the late master’s reputation will be ruined! Is there anything more unfilial than this?” Suddenly, Seijuro stood up, his right hand seemed to be a foot longer than his left, as if someone else's hand was hanging on his shoulder. "Oike, Oike!" "The subordinates are here." "cut!" "Chop, chop what?" "Stupid! Didn't I just say that? Of course it was my right hand." "but?" "Hey! It's really useless——Ueda, you come and chop, hurry up." "Ah... yes!" At this moment, Kojiro said: "I'll cut it for you." "Okay! Please!" Kojiro walked up to him, grabbed Seijuro's unbroken right hand, and at the same time drew out the knife in front of him.Then, there was a strange sound around everyone, like a "bang" when the cork was pulled out, a column of blood gushed out, and Seijuro's wrist fell to the ground. Seijuro lost his center of gravity and staggered a few steps.The disciples hurried forward to support his wound. Seijuro's face was pale, and he said wildly: "Go! I want to go back!" The disciples walked a dozen steps around him.The blood dripping down the road was sucked dry by the sand on the ground. "Master!" "Little master!" The disciples stopped and surrounded Seijuro.Someone said cautiously: "It's more comfortable for you to lie on the door panel, right? Stop listening to Kojiro's babbling nonsense." Everyone was full of anger towards Kojiro between words. "I said I'm leaving!" Seijuro walked another twenty steps in one breath.It's not like his feet are walking, but perseverance keeps him moving forward. However, perseverance cannot last.After walking fifty meters, Seijuro fell into the disciple's hands with a "snap". "Call the doctor!" This group of people was in a panic, like carrying a dead body, carrying the powerless Seijuro and ran away in a hurry. Watching Seijuro and others leave, Kojiro turned his head to Zhu Shi who was under the tree and said: "Zhu Shi! Did you see it? Did you enjoy it?" Zhu Shi turned blue and stared at Kojiro's evil smile. Kojiro continued: "You! Never forget to curse Seijuro day and night, scolding him seems to have become your mantra! At this moment, you must be in a good mood... The person who took your virginity, ended up like this, what he deserved ?” "..." Zhu Shi felt that Kojiro should be cursed more than Seijuro at this time, and he was also more terrifying and disgusting. Although Seijuro defiled himself, Seijuro was not a bad person, nor an unforgivable sinner. Compared to Seijuro, Kojiro is the bad guy.Although he is not the so-called bad guy in the world, he is a pervert.He will not be happy because others are happy; instead, he will stand by and watch other people's disasters and pains as the source of his own happiness.Such people are worse than thieves and bullies, so we must be wary of them. Kojiro let the little monkey ride on his shoulders: "Let's go back!" Zhu Shi really wanted to escape from this man.However, she felt that she could not escape cleverly, and she did not have the courage. Kojiro said to himself: "I heard that you tried to find Musashi, but it was in vain, right? He won't stay here forever." He walked forward as he spoke. "Why can't you get away from this demon? Why don't you take the opportunity to escape?" Although Zhu Shi was angry at his ignorance, he reluctantly followed Kojiro and left. The little monkey riding on Kojiro's shoulders turned its head and squeaked, showing its white teeth and smiling at Zhu Shi. "..." Zhu Shi felt that he and the monkey were the same people who had fallen into the world. She felt that Seijuro was quite pitiful.Leaving aside Musashi for now, she has different loves and hates for Seijuro and Kojiro.At this moment, she began to think seriously and deeply about men. Victory! Musashi played a triumphant song for himself in his heart. "I have defeated Seijuro Yoshioka! I have defeated the son of the famous clan of the Kyo-ryu since Muromachi." But there was no joy in his heart, and he just walked on the field with his head down. Huh——The little bird flying by at low altitude is like a fish turning its belly up.He stepped on the soft fallen leaves and withered grass, walking heavily step by step. The sense of loneliness after victory is the mundane sentimentality of sages.For a person who practices martial arts, this feeling should not be felt.But Musashi couldn't suppress this feeling of loneliness, and walked alone in the field. He looked back suddenly. He could clearly see slender pine trees standing on the hill of Rendai Temple field where he met Seijuro. "I didn't make a second cut, so it shouldn't be fatal, right?" He thought about the injuries of his defeated general, and re-examined the wooden sword in his hand, there was no trace of blood on it. Before taking the wooden sword to this place for an appointment in the morning, he thought that the enemy must have brought a lot of followers, and he might also use despicable methods.So at that time, he already had the idea that he would die for sure, and in order not to make his death look too ugly, he specially brushed his teeth white with salt, and even washed his hair before going out. After meeting Seijuro, I found that he was completely different from what I imagined.He couldn't help wondering, is this the famous son of boxing? In Musashi's eyes, Seijuro didn't look like the number one martial artist in Beijing, but rather like a petty son in a big city. He only brought one personal entourage, and no other entourage or thugs came.The two reported their names to each other, and when they were about to start a fight, Musashi immediately regretted it: this is not worth comparing. Musashi wanted to challenge someone who was stronger than him.Today, with just one glance, he knew that the opponent was not his opponent at all. Also, Seijuro's eyes showed no confidence.The opponents in the past, no matter how poor their skills are, as long as it is a martial arts competition, they are all full of fighting spirit.However, Seijuro not only showed a lack of confidence in his eyes, but also lacked vitality in his whole body. "Why did I come here this morning? Seeing that he has no confidence, I would rather cancel the contest." Thinking of this, Musashi began to feel sorry for Seijuro.Seijuro is the son of a famous family, inherited his father's career, and is respected as a teacher by more than a thousand people.But that was the legacy of the previous generation, not his strength. Musashi thought to himself, why not find an excuse and cancel the contest.But no chance. "What a pity!" Musashi looked again at the tomb surrounded by slender pine trees, praying in his heart that Seijuro's wounds would heal as soon as possible. In any case, today's contest is over.Regardless of victory or defeat, what Musashi has always worried about is that he is not like a strategist at all, which makes him extremely regretful. Musashi realized his problem and was about to walk away quickly. In the dry field, an old woman knelt in the grass, pushing the soil away with her hands, as if she was looking for something.When she heard Musashi's footsteps, she immediately raised her head, staring at Musashi in surprise: "oops……" The old woman was wearing a plain kimono of the same color as the withered grass, only the lace of the coat was purple.She was wearing ordinary clothes and covered her bald head with a headscarf. She was about seventy years old, and she looked like a thin and refined nun. "..." Musashi was also taken aback, he didn't expect that there would be someone in the weeds, not to mention that the old nun's clothes were the same color as the field, if he didn't pay attention, he might step on her! Eager to be close to people, Musashi asked kindly: "Grandma! What are you picking?" Lao Ni crouched on the spot trembling and looked at Musashi.From the cuffs, one can vaguely see that she is wearing a coral rosary that looks like a string of Nantian fruits.He holds a small bamboo basket in his hand, which contains various vegetable roots such as wild chrysanthemum and coltsfoot vine that he found by digging through the grass roots. The old nu's fingers and the red rosary were trembling all the time.Musashi couldn't figure out what she was afraid of?The old nun probably mistook him for a bandit blocking the way!He deliberately showed a friendly expression, walked to the old nun, looked at the vegetables in the bamboo basket, and said: "Grandma! This green vegetable has already grown? That's right! Spring is here! You have picked celery, turnips and motherwort. Ah! So you are picking wild vegetables!" Suddenly, the old nun was so frightened that he dropped the bamboo basket and shouted while running: "Guangyue!" "..." Musashi stood there dumbfounded, watching the thin figure of the old nun gradually go away. Looking around, the wilderness is vast and flat.But if you look carefully, you can still see undulations in the flat, and the figure of the old nun disappeared at the low-lying end. Musashi thought to himself, the old nun called someone's name just now, so there should be another companion.At this moment, I could vaguely see smoke rising from a distant place. "The wild vegetables that old Ni worked so hard to pick, but..." Musashi picked up the vegetable leaves that fell on the ground and put them back into the small bamboo basket.He decided to show his kindness no matter what, so he quickly grabbed the bamboo pole and chased after the old nun. Soon I saw Lao Ni again, she was not alone.Also, there were two other people there. These three seem like a family.In order to avoid the north wind, they chose a slightly sloping hillside, covered with blankets in the sun, and placed tea sets, kettles, pots and other utensils on it.Taking the blue sky and the earth as the tea room like this, and treating nature as your own courtyard life, is also leisurely and elegant.