Sunlight shines into the teahouse of the Mikan.

In this sword street where the sound of swords and iron is constantly heard on weekdays, this is a rare place to drink tea carefully and enjoy a moment of purity.

The three swordsmen, one of whom left the money on the table and walked out the door..................

One of them is a visiting samurai from Wano Country, he has comprehended the mystery of the sect, and he has avenged the clan even more, and his sword eyebrows and starry eyes are a little sharp, and his appearance is dignified.

The other is a young knight from the Holy See, she has a dignified appearance and a good face, but she is reckless and rough in battle, carrying the music box left to her by her father, and still fighting sexism.

There is another one, with a handsome appearance, a youthful heroic spirit, this person is not an extraordinary human body, but he also met three swordsmen by chance, hiding secrets in his heart, and tenderness in his eyes.

The last one, with a childish face and a scholarly atmosphere on his face, gives people a sense of Taoist priest who has been deeply involved in the world and has a slight sense of success.

The priest went out and stopped without taking two steps.

And he, as soon as he stopped, the other three people also stopped.

It's here, it's here.

"It's time, when we part...... It's here. ”

Qingshan, who was holding his head high, smiled, did not feel lonely at all, and the robe on his chest was upright.

Now, he has seen all the scenery of Sword Street, and has grown into a more powerful swordsman.

The so-called confident, probably this is what it looks like.

"Are you on your way again?"

The blonde girl also has a playful smile on her face, and after a year and a half of getting along, Alice has become accustomed to Aoyama's indecent appearance.

She just stood there, dangling like a straw being hit by an early spring breeze, and she smiled at Aoyama, for some reason, the situation made Aoyama feel somewhat familiar.

It's like...... Every time I send myself on a trip, that 'she'.

But she is not her, and now she is going to go where 'she' used to be.

"Yes, it's time to go, there's a long way to go. ”

This is the meaning of travel, the more you like the distance, the more you miss your hometown.

The four of them looked together in the direction of the coast, where the pine waves were thriving, and the water was full of good news.

"Really............ Then, if you have a chance in the future, come to the Holy See to play with me?"

Alice's eyes are still a little reluctant, because she knows that, just like her father, people will always leave, and this is the meaning of encounter.

"Definitely, there will definitely be a chance. ”

After speaking, Aoyama shook his head, causing his temples to float in the wind and look in the direction of the samurai.

Kitamura is single-minded, his eyes are still sharp, and he stands in a flawless posture.

He was wearing an open-chested kimono with orange petals printed on the dark blue kimono, which looked like a cluster of flowers.

He had his own knife hanging from his waist, as well as the chrysanthemum letter.

This gesture really made Aoyama unimaginable, the guy he met in Wano Country at that time............

Chrysanthemum and knife, which is a symbol of yin current.

The person in front of him is no longer the embodiment of the sword who sacrifices his heart for revenge.

It's the current head of the Yin Stream, Kitamura One Heart!!

Before leaving, Aoyama took into account that Yishin had lost some enthusiasm and sharpness after achieving his goal.

So he said: "Yixin, I've been thinking a lot these days, we are all the same sword-wielding people, naturally we will look for meaning in that sword-wielding, someone told me before, swinging a sword doesn't need to be meaningful, that's true, but ............"

But?

Listening to Qingshan's words, Yixin's brows furrowed slightly.

"But not needed doesn't mean no, I think anything is meaningful, the so-called cause must have effect, if you don't think it is meaningful, then it is likely that you have not yet got your effect. ”

The end is not here, it is not over yet. There is no such thing as a sword.

With a straight look, Qingshan will point his sword, shake it in front of his face and then pause violently.

"Yixin, this is the starting point, kendo...... There is still a way to go. ”

"Hahahaha. ”

Yixin smiled, smiled sincerely.

This smile startled all three people present.

They had never seen it before, and Kitamura was so heartily laughing............

Hahaha............

He wiped the tears from his laughter, and felt very happy in his heart.

Somehow, he wanted to swing his sword, and he wanted to swing it out with his sword at once.

So ...... How happy is it?

"Well, Aoyama, you're right! Looks like we're going to say goodbye. ”

Qingshan straightened his clothes, and while he was still a little surprised, he replied shyly: "Well, I'm going to say goodbye." ”

In the end, Zilong stood by his side and watched him slowly give up.

"Alice, Single-Heart, We...... There will be a date later!"

"Bye-bye ~Aoyama~!"

"Aoyama Daoist, Your Excellency is very respectable, we ...... There will be a period later. ”

Kitamura Ichishin with his arms on his chest, Alice shaking her little hands.

With a touch of fresh breeze, it gradually fades away..................

On that day, the three swordsmen parted ways, like winter frost stepping on the dry earth, moisturizing things silently.

The sun rises in the east, the sun is shining, and the clouds are a little but they can't block the sun.

Qingshan and Zilong came to the beach together and picked a search boat.

The return coincided with the March day of spring in Kyushu, and the smoky wind shook the sail curtain to cover people's eyes.

..............................

The sky is cloudless, and the night sails the boat.

The wine is a new acquaintance, three glasses and two glasses.

With the sound of wind and snow in his ears, he lowered the curtain felt.

In the middle of the ship, it has nothing to do with the world.

The young man is heroic and brave in the world, and he is dressed first.

A green shirt returned to Kyushu. Long sword accompaniment.

It's full of heart, so it's not quiet.

All things, mountains and rivers can be turned into clear talks.

Who finishes a cup of tea?

A few long laughs and gently shook the fan in his hand.

Who are the people who talk in vain?

Things and me are the same............

He said that seeing you is like seeing green mountains.

Who lit Shen Tan in the furnace in front of the case?

How calm is it to smile and smile?

The Tao is very good, and it is very good.

Objects and I are all illusory.

Isn't it like seeing me...... See Aoyama?

..............................

The young man has long heard that he has great talents, and he wears a crown with a silver gun.

Dressed in a light shirt out of the dust, the road returns to the mountain.

It is full of intentions, and the breeze is on both sides.

Laughing and scolding can be turned into talk.

The poems and books are full of excitement, and it is difficult to break the high.

The rest of the article is not finished.

In a blink of an eye, I saw the boat, but the cable had already been released.

The wind blows non-stop for thousands of miles, and he returns to his hometown with his son.

A little haoran, a thousand miles of fast wind.

Who is afraid of encounters everywhere in life?

Why be so sentimental when you have a confidant?

I'm going to try my skills.

You go back, return to Huashan.

The carefree side is truly transcendent.

In the coming day, the hairpin flowers will be put in the spring shirt.

Once waiting for the idle gallop to the south of the Yangtze River.

Visit the Taoist temple, wading into the Changchuan.

The taste of the world, do the joy.

You might as well come back to find your circle.

How many people were crowded in Kyushu in the Ming Dynasty?

Ups and downs are like the sea, but there are no waves.

Servitude in things, gains and losses.

Service and form, not transcendent.

Whatever you want, you can be safe everywhere without any ties.

In the coming day, the hairpin flowers will be put in the spring shirt.

Once waiting for the idle gallop to the south of the Yangtze River.

Go to the famous temple, wading in the long river.

The taste of the world, do the joy.

I might as well come back to you...... On the true nature of the Dharma.

The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world.

Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can they be in the morning and twilight?

.................. "Let's say goodbye here, Brother Aoyama." ”

The ship has docked, Zilong and Qingshan stand in the harbor, facing the sea breeze, making a final farewell.

Slowly approaching, Zilong opened his arms, but Qingshan stretched out his hand.

Obviously, what Zilong wanted was a hug, and what Qingshan gave was a handshake.

Fortunately, the clever Zilong naturally stretched his arm back, disguised as a lazy waist, and held Qingshan's hand tightly.

The two hands were held very tightly, and the eyes of the two also exuded good enthusiasm.

"The tea ceremony is a taste, and the ups and downs are heavy. Meet again in the future, no matter whether Zilong succeeds or not, Poor Dao will invite Zilong to a bowl of tea. ”

"Okay, don't blame me for coming uninvited, Brother Qingshan. ”

"Haha............ No. ”

In this way, the two who let go of their hands were still a little reluctant.

Looking back on the encounters and acquaintances along the way, the chances of being able to meet such a confidant...... It's a miracle.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, both wanting to imprint each other's silhouettes into their minds, after all, they couldn't stay by their side.

Looking at it, Zilong noticed something strange.

"Alas, Brother Qingshan, this boat is not leaking, why did you get wet?"

Aoyama looked down at the hem of his trousers, and at some point, the end of the robe was really wet.

"Hey, Zilong, people walk on the shore ............"

Thinking of Qingshan, who was exactly the same as that night, he smiled shyly............

"How can you not get your shoes wet?"

"Let's go. ”

"Take care. ”

Let's go—let's go————

Go forward.

Follow the sea breeze, let the waves, send you forward.

The tide on both sides of the strait is surging above, and the sunset is like drunkenness.

Drawing arcs, listening attentively, the singing of birds.

Step by step without looking back, set off a gust of wind.

The meaning of meeting is parting.

And the meaning of parting also means the next meeting.

At this moment, the breeze sets off the blue waves and ripples slightly, the grass and trees on the mountain are green, the green water flows for a long time, and the spring breeze is not extinguished.

Under such a beautiful scenery, Zilong and Qingshan, who still had some things to do, parted ways on the shore and went to different paths.

People, either vulgar or lonely.

Hey, you're wrong.

When two good people are together, they won't be lonely.

But............ At this moment, there is still a 'lonely' seeker in the whole world, walking alone on the road............

He's gone.................. One hundred and seventy-seven thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine miles.

..............................

"It's coming!!"

"Here !! come"

Under the noisy overnight rainstorm, a man in a hat and a bamboo cane is walking briskly on a muddy mountain path. In his mouth, he kept shouting a few times: "Here !!! come"

Tread, step, step.

The rain hit his body, and the muddy water splashed on the ground.

The man ran across the dilapidated wooden bridge, which was not long or short, and one of them smacked his lips and was completely engulfed in the sound of rain.

"Tsk....... ”

The hurried footsteps of the man running wildly in the rain symbolized how important what he wanted to convey was.

When you cross the bridge, you will see the village where you live.

But even after arriving at the destination and returning home, the man's face and nervousness did not improve.

Finally, without hesitation, he ran in the direction of a large house.

Knock knock, knock knock!

Knocking on the door frame with the sole of his fist, the man took off his hat and shouted directly inward before the other party could open the door: "Village chief, village chief! Here they are! I heard the sound of horses' hooves, and I came from the forest in the northwest............

Squeak——————

A small window opened on the wooden door.

Candles were lit inside, and the soft light instantly illuminated the drenched man's face.

Inside the house, there were seventy-seven or eighty-eight men, women, and children, among them, a man with a cane, hunchbacked, and an old face, was the village chief that the man said.

He walked to the small window of the door frame in two steps, and asked unhurriedly, "How many people are there?"

The man outside the door shook his head, and a few drops of rain shook off with it.

"I don't know," he said............ As soon as I heard the sound of horses' hooves, I immediately ran back, and I was afraid that I would not have time to escape......"

Immediately afterward, his expression became embarrassed.

"But I could hear it through such a heavy rain, I think, more than two or three riders............ Probably, there were dozens of people.

As soon as these words came out, the people in the house all painted a look of panic on their faces.

The village chief who took the lead also lowered his brows............

"The previous news is true............ There's a gang of horse thieves trading around here. ”

The flame of the candle swayed with the wind blowing in from the doorway, flickering and flickering, shining on the face of a sleeping child.

The man holding the child had a sad look on his face, and the light of the fire shone on his face, adding a little more shadow and outline.

"Village Chief, we ...... What should I do?"

As soon as this remark came out.

The house was in chaos in an instant.

The women coaxed the crying children, and the men kept arguing.

Panic erupted in this small space, causing the entire village to become a pot of porridge.

"Don't mess around!!Give them all the grain! Anyway, it will be the autumn harvest in a while............

"All in all, let's get past this level first, and then talk about it! The knife is in front of you............"

"But it has to be kept for food!

"And what do we eat for the winter?"

"Fuck, why don't I go up the hill and join the gang............"

"I don't want to die!"

"So what do you think you should do!?"

.................. Bang bang.

The torrential rain continued overnight.

Tick-tock, rain trickled through the leaky eaves and trickled down the noisy room.

This time, it was the voices of people who drowned out the rain.

Figures scurried around the room, candles flickered, shadows on the walls mingled with the noise of disagreement.

At first glance, it looks like a group of demons are dancing wildly.

But in the messy room, there was one person who never spoke.

His shadow never moved once.

On crutches, the old village chief shouted to the people with a serious face, as if he had made up his mind............

"Get that guy out!!"