Chapter 128 Chapter 05 Dew

"Master!" Iori chased after him. In early autumn, the weeds in Musashino were taller than those in Iori. "hurry up!" Musashi turned his head frequently to wait for the chicks swimming in the grass. "Although there is a way, I almost can't figure out the direction." "As expected of the Musashino Grassland that stretches across ten counties." "where are we going?" "Find a place to live." "Do you want to live here?" "Is it not good?" "..." Iori was noncommittal, looking at the endless sky:

"I do not know either." "When autumn comes, how clear the blue sky will be, and how much dew will be covered in this field... When I think of this, my heart will be refreshed." "Master, you still don't like the city." "No, there is fun in the crowd. It's just that there are signs scolding me everywhere now. No matter how thick-skinned I am, I won't be able to stay in the city!" "That's why you escaped here?" "Ok!" "It's frustrating." "What are you talking about! For such a trivial matter."

"However, people criticize Master everywhere, and I am really annoyed." "It can't be helped." "There is a way. Punish those who say bad things about you, and then we will also issue a sign saying, those who have the guts to come out!" "No, you don't have to mess with this mess." "But Master, you will not lose to these rascals!" "I will lose." "why?" "I will lose to everyone. Because if I fight ten people, a hundred enemies will appear; after chasing a hundred enemies, a thousand enemies will besiege me. How can I win?"

"Are you going to be laughed at all your life?" "I don't want my reputation to be polluted. That would make me ashamed of my ancestors. But it's not okay to be ridiculed all the time. That's why I want to live with Musashino's dew, so I won't be burdened by the stigma." "There are no houses here. If there are some, they are also farm houses. Maybe they can live in temples." "That's fine. Or cut some wood, spread bamboo, and surround it with thatch, and then you can build a house." "It's going to be the same as in the Codex Prairie again?"

"No, I won't be a farmer this time. You can also sit in meditation every day. Iori, besides studying hard, you are practicing swords." They came to this wilderness from the post station Baimu Village at Koshukou.From the hills of the twelfth place to the ten slopes, the grassland here is endless.They were walking on a path that was looming among the summer grass. Finally the two walked into a pine forest.Musashi had observed the terrain. "Iori, we will live here." They come, the security.Living here is a world of its own.The two built a thatched hut that was simpler than a bird's nest.Iori went to a nearby farmhouse and borrowed an ax and a saw for a day's work.

The house they spent a few days building was not really a hermitage, but it didn't look like a hut either, but it was a wonderful house. "It may have been this kind of house during the Age of Gods." Looking at the house he built with his own hands from the outside, Musashi spoke excitedly. The house is made of bark and bamboo, thatch, and boards, and the pillars are made of nearby tree trunks. Part of the walls and paper doors in the house are pasted with tissue paper, which looks particularly valuable and cultural, which was beyond the reach of the Age of Gods. The sound of Iori reading aloud kept coming from the rush curtain.After autumn, the endless chirping of cicadas was no match for Iori's reading.

"Iori!" "yes!" As soon as he answered, Iori knelt down in front of Musashi. Iori's training has been very strict recently. In the past, Jotaro was also a young disciple, but he was not so strict.At that time, Musashi thought that it was best for him to develop freely. Because Musashi himself grew up in this way.But as he got older, his mind changed.He discovered the freedom to develop human nature, both good and bad. If left unchecked, the bad nature may overshadow the good nature. He also discovered this truth when he cut down grass and trees to build this hut.Weeds or useless shrubs cover plants that should be stretched, and no amount of chopping can eradicate them.

After the Yingren Rebellion, the world continued to be in chaos.Although Nobunaga tried his best to eradicate the grass, Hideyoshi restrained him from time to time, and Ieyasu even tried his best to build cities in various places, but the ashes were not exhausted. Now the Kansai area is full of sparks that can start a prairie fire at any time. However, the long-term chaos will eventually come to an end one day!The age of wildness is over.Musashi looked back at where he had walked.It is found that the general trend of the world has been fixed, and the hearts of the people either turn to Tokugawa or support Toyotomi.This situation must be cut quickly in order to be orderly.And from destruction to construction.In other words, another cultural form has formed naturally, like a wave, constantly impacting people's hearts.

Musashi pondered alone—— I was not born at the right time. Think again—— If you were born twenty years earlier, no, even ten years, maybe the hero will have a place to play. The year Musashi was born was the tenth year of Tensho, which happened to be the Battle of Komaki.When he was seventeen, the Battle of Sekigahara took place.Afterwards, the feral age of violence is over.At that time, I was like a big country bumpkin, carrying a gun, dreaming of building my own city and going to the battlefield in the future.Looking back now, I am really a frog in a well, unable to figure out the trend of the times, which is ridiculous.

Times are changing fast like a torrent.After Taihe Hideyoshi made his fortune, young people everywhere were full of enthusiasm, but it didn't take long for the situation to no longer allow Taihe Hideyoshi to continue his style. When Musashi was training Iori, he realized this truth.Therefore, unlike Jotaro, Musashi is particularly strict with Iori.He has to train Iori to adapt to the new era. "Master! What's the matter?" "The sun is setting, you take your sword and go outside to practice as usual." "yes." Iori brought two wooden swords, put them in front of Musashi, and saluted:

"Please enlighten me." His manner was courteous and courteous. Musashi holds a long wooden sword. Iori holds a short wooden sword. The long sword confronts the short sword, that is, the master and apprentice confront each other with their four eyes raised. "..." "..." The sun in Musashino rises from the grassland, and it also sinks to the grassland in the west.Now, there is only a smear of afterglow in the sky.The fir forest behind the thatched hut has already dimmed.In the sound of insects, looking up at Cangxiong, the crooked moon hangs on the treetops. "..." "..." When practicing swords, Iori can only imitate Musashi's posture.Although Musashi told him to attack and Iori also wanted to attack, his body refused to obey. "..." "Eyes—" Musashi said. Iori quickly widened his eyes.Musashi added: "Look at my eyes! Stare at me." "..." Iori desperately stared at Musashi with wide eyes. However, as soon as he saw Musashi's eyes, his eyes immediately flinched, completely overwhelmed by Musashi's eyes. If you forcefully continue to stare, you will feel dizzy and unable to control your limbs freely.Then Musashi would remind him again: "Look at my eyes!" In the end, Iori's eyes wandered, trying to escape Musashi's sight. Iori was so focused on his eyes that he even forgot to hold the wooden sword in his hand.The short wooden sword became heavier and heavier, almost like an iron rod. "..." "Eyes! Eyes!" Saying that, Musashi moved forward slightly. Every time in this situation, Iori always backed away unconsciously.For this matter, Musashi has been scolded several times.Although Iori tried to imitate Musashi and move forward, but Musashi stared at his eyes, and his feet didn't listen to what he said. If you go backward, you will be scolded, and if you want to move forward, you will be unable to do what you want.Iori's body was hot, like a cicada caught in someone's hand. at this time-- I am not afraid of you! In Iori's young spirit, sparks suddenly burst out. Musashi sensed the change in him immediately, alluring him even more: "Come!" As soon as he exited, Musashi jumped back like a vigorous fish. Yizhi yelled, and the whole person rushed forward.However, Musashi was nowhere to be seen——Iori quickly turned around, and Musashi was already standing where he was just now. Then, return to the previous position. "..." "..." Yelu unknowingly condenses on the grass.The eyebrow-shaped moon has left the tops of the fir trees.Insects chirped and chirped, and with the gusts of evening wind, the chirping and chirping stopped suddenly.The small flowers of autumn grass are inconspicuous during the day, but at this moment, they are swaying in the wind, as if they have put on makeup and put on neon clothes and feathers. "..." "Okay! That's it for today." Musashi put down the wooden sword and handed it to Iori.At this time, Yizhi suddenly heard voices coming from the cedar forest behind him. "someone is coming?" "Maybe it's another lost traveler who wants to stay overnight!" "you go look." "yes." Iori went around to the cedar forest behind. Sitting under the bamboo eaves, Musashi looked at Musashino under the night sky.The awn flower swayed with the autumn wind. "Master!" "Is it a traveler?" "No, it's a guest." "guest?" "It's Mr. Hojo Shinzo." "Hmm! Mr. Hojo?" "If only he took the main road. I didn't want to go into the cedar forest and got lost. Now the horse is waiting behind." "This house doesn't matter before and after. Let's meet him here! Go and ask him to come over." "Obey!" Iori walked around the house and shouted: "Mr. Hojo, my master is here. Please come here." "Ok!" Musashi stood up to greet him.Seeing that Xinzang has fully recovered and is as strong as before, I feel relieved. "Long time no see. Although I know you live away from the crowd, I'm really sorry to bother you again, please forgive me!" After listening to Xinzang's words, Musashi didn't mind and invited him in. "Please sit down." "thanks!" "How did you find it?" "You mean where you live?" "Yes. I never told anyone." "I heard from the cook No Kosuke. I heard that you carved a statue of Guanyin for Kosuke a few days ago and asked Iori to take it to him..." "Oh, Iori must have revealed the place where he lives here. No problem, I, Musashi, am not yet old enough to live in seclusion. Besides, after hiding for seventy-five days, those rumors have calmed down. It seems that Kosuke will not be blamed." "I apologize to you!" Xinzang lowered his head. "Everyone is implicated by me." "No, your question is just a side issue. The main reason goes back to the conflict between Kojiro and me Musashi a long time ago." "Yu Goro, the son of Mr. Kohata's father, was also killed by Kojiro Sasaki." "His son?" "Yes, when he heard that I was seriously injured, he angrily went to Kojiro to settle the score, but unexpectedly he was killed instead." "I stopped him..." Musashi once met the young Yugoro at the gate of Xiaoban's house. Looking back now, he feels extremely regretful. "I can understand his son's feelings. All the disciples left, I was seriously injured, and the teacher died of illness a while ago——At this moment, I really want to kill Kojiro immediately." "Hmm... Maybe it's because I didn't try my best to stop it....No, maybe my stopping it inspired Yu Goro to take revenge. In short, the result is too embarrassing." "Honestly speaking, now I have to inherit the incense of Xiaoban's family of martial arts. Apart from Yu Goro, the teacher has no other sons. Therefore, it is equivalent to cutting off the incense. My father, An Fangshou, reported the truth to Mr. Yagyu Zongmo. After several twists and turns, I finally let me go As an adopted son, he inherits the teacher's family name. However, my practice is not yet mature, and I am afraid that I will tarnish the reputation of the famous Koshu soldiers." When Musashi heard that Hojo Shinzo mentioned the name of his father An Fangshou, he asked: "Isn't Hojo Anfangshou the Hojo School of Warfare, keeping pace with the Koshu School's Kohata School?" "Exactly. My ancestors were born in Enshu. My grandfather served Hojo Kazuna and Ujiyasu II in Odawara. My father was favored by the great general Ieyasu and went to Fenggong. Therefore, my family served as the art of war for three generations of the general's family. guide." "You were born into a family studying the art of war, why did you become a disciple of Xiao Ban's family?" "My father, An Fangshou, not only has to teach the disciples, but also teaches the art of war at the general's house. He has no time to teach his son. Therefore, my father told me to go to other places to learn art from a teacher and experience the hardships of the world." From Xinzang's words and deeds, we can see his self-cultivation. His father should be the third-generation Awa Mori Katsuki who inherited the Hojo style, and his mother is the daughter of Odawara Hojo Ujiyasu.In this kind of family background, it is natural to develop noble morals. "I actually started chatting." After Xinzang sat upright again, he said: "Tonight's sudden visit is at the order of my father, An Fangshou. Originally, my father wanted to thank you personally, but it happened that a rare guest came to the house and was waiting to meet you, so my father sent me to pick you up." Saying that, he glanced at Musashi's expression. "what?" Musashi didn't understand what he meant and asked: "You mean that a visitor is waiting for me at your house?" "Yes, my father asked me to pick you up." "Going right now?" "yes." "Who is the guest? I, Musashi, have almost no friends in Edo?" "It's someone you've known since childhood." "What? We've known each other since childhood?" Musashi became more and more puzzled. Who will it be? Someone you knew as a kid?This is so nostalgic.Is it Benji Tian Matahachi?Or a samurai from Zhushan City?Is it my father's old friend? Maybe it's Atong! ——Musashi kept guessing, and asked Xinzang again. Xinzang was anxious when asked, so he could only say: "The guest specifically asked not to reveal his name. He wants to give you an unexpected surprise. You should leave now!" This made Musashi want to see that guest even more.Could it be Atong?He repeated inwardly: Maybe it was Atong. Musashi stood up. "Iori! You sleep first." Seeing the completion of the task, Xinzang was overjoyed, and hurriedly led the horse tied behind the house. The horse's back and saddle were wet with autumn dew. "Get on your horse, please." Hojo Shinzo held the horse mouth wheel and asked Musashi to ride it. Musashi did not refuse: "Iori! Go to bed first, I may not be back until tomorrow." Iori sees him off at the door: "Master, go slowly." Musashi rode a horse, Xinzang grabbed the horse's mouth wheel, and the two walked among the pampas grass, and gradually disappeared into the dewy grassland. Iori sat alone under the bamboo eaves.He often stays in the thatched cottage alone.When I was on the Law Code Grassland, I used to watch the house alone, so I didn't feel lonely. (Eyes... eyes!) Musashi's voice during sword practice still haunted his head.He looked up at the stars and thought about it. Why? Iori didn't understand why he couldn't meet Musashi's gaze?This innocent young man tried his best to solve the doubts in his heart. At this time, another pair of eyes looked at Yizhi from a clump of wild grape vines in front of the hermitage. "what?" Those are the eyes of animals.The sharp eyes are not inferior to Musashi's eyes when he holds a wooden sword and stares. "It's a flying squirrel!" Yizhi recognized this flying squirrel who often came to steal wild grapes.Its amber eyes, reflecting the lights in the house, shone like monster eyes, creepy. "Bastard! Look at me listless, even you are going to bully me. Could it be that I will lose to you!" Yizhi refused to admit defeat, and stared back at the flying squirrel with sharp eyes. Standing under the bamboo eaves, with his hands on his hips, he held his breath and stared at the flying squirrel.However, for some reason, the originally sensitive and shy flying squirrel did not run away, instead glaring at Iori. —Will I lose to you bastard? Iori also froze. The two sides stalemate for a while, and Yizhi's vision finally overwhelmed the little animal.Just listening to the leaves of the wild grape brush twice, it has disappeared without a trace. "You lost!" Iori was triumphant. He was sweating all over his body, but his mood was relaxed and happy.He decided that the next time he met Master, it would be the same as before. Then he lowered the rush curtain and prepared to sleep.Although the lights in the hermitage had been turned off, the silver-white dew light came in through the cracks in the curtains. Originally, Yizhi was a child who fell asleep easily, but now he always feels that there is always a bright pearl in his head, shining brightly.In the end, the bead turned into the eyes of a flying squirrel and appeared in his dream. "... Mmm! ... Mmm!" He groaned several times and tossed and turned. Elder Yi Zhi felt that those eyes were just outside his bed, so he quickly jumped up and took a closer look. Sure enough, there was a small animal sitting on the dimly lit mat, staring at him! "Ah! Beast!" Yizhi grabbed the big knife beside the pillow, but he swung it in vain, and his body rolled to the ground.But he saw the black shadow of the flying squirrel parked behind the shaking curtain. "brute!" Yizhi cut through the curtain, he slashed at the wild grape bushes outside, and chased back and forth in the field, and finally found those two eyes in the sky. It turned out that they were two big blue stars.