Instantaneous, eyes facing each other.

The burning gaze seemed to want to see through the green mountains directly.

And Qingshan, who exudes an icy aura, is like a jade-faced Langjun.

There was no fear on his face, and he stared back without changing his face.

Tensions are on the verge of blowing.

It took a long time for Xiaoguang's father to speak.

He looked at Aoyama's hand, Aoyama's face, his body.

There are no calloused hands, a young face like a scholar, and no sword on his body............

Are you kidding?

Do you also point at the sword I made?

"Young people now...... The sword is not very good, but he is talking like a master............"

............！！

Seeing that Qingshan's face did not change, Xiaoguang's father continued to speak impatiently.

"To be honest, I don't want this kind of guy to use the sword I made, and I don't want to get that kind of worthless compliment!"

Xiaoguang ran his fingers at his lips and sat still.

Finally, he couldn't help it............

I can't help my dad to continue to insult my idol!

"Daddy, what are you talking about? You don't know, Aoyama was ............ just now."

"Shut up!!!"

With a loud shout, he couldn't say more, and as his father's son, he couldn't continue to fight............

But Xiaoguang is no longer a guy who is timid and rudder when he sees the wind.

There's still something he can do.

If you can't change Daddy's mind, then at least you have to change Aoyama's feelings......

He turned his head and said with a sincere face to Qingshan............

"Right...... I'm sorry, Aoyama Michigan! I apologize to you for my father, my father ............."

！！！

Qingshan's sudden action shocked Xiaoguang and interrupted his sincere apology............

I saw him kneel down directly, hide his face with his hands, and put it on his chest.

"The poor road is empty. ”

Aoyama's reason for doing so is simple.

The person in front of him is worthy of respect, and he really has made a mistake.

He believed that the person who could forge such a pure white blade would definitely not be an unreasonable person.

But this kneeling made Xiaoguang unbearable.

"Wait...... Aoyama Road Chief!"

actually let his idol kneel in front of him, what kind of system has this become?

"This ...... What are you doing, get up!!"

Ignoring Xiao Guang, Qingshan still lowered his head and slowly spoke.

For him, this is an apology, an apology.

"It's true that I'm very ignorant of what to do, and it's rude......"

He raised his head and looked sincerely at Daddy Xiaoguang, who was clasping his hands on his chest.

His eyes are as sharp as a sword, cutting through the fog.

The words are as sharp as a sword, and they reach people's hearts.

"I also see myself as a rough sword and seek a way to accomplish it. ”

"It is indeed intolerable to judge others freely before the Tao has been found. ”

If you fail to do it yourself, you just point fingers at others, which is very rude.

Aoyama closed his eyes, and the sharp blade was already in the sheath.

"Please forgive my faux pas. ”

！！！

Xiaoguang was speechless in surprise, Qingshan's realm, mentality, and strength ............

This is his idol!

Daddy's eyes closed and opened.

Aoyama's apology has been accepted.

"Dao...... Look at you, you're a foreigner, aren't you? You're looking for that

What 'Tao' came from here?"

He was still disdainful and put on a high-minded look.

"Then I ask you, money, women, fame, titles, the guys who come here are nothing more than these things, what about you? What is at the end of your 'Tao'?"

Aoyama remained on his knees and did not get up.

What is the end of his 'word', he has not yet been able to comprehend.

But he can be sure of one thing..................

"It is true that I came here for a purpose, but no amount of fame and wealth will remain in my way for long. ”

Scold............

Daddy smiled, and Xiaoguang was still moved.

"It's been a long time since I've met a boring swordsman like you!"

"Daddy!"

Xiaoguang is still indignant about Qingshan. It's about to start fighting.

In the next moment, Daddy stretched out a hand to Qingshan.

"Do you have a place to stay? If you don't mind, come and sit at our house. ”

Aoyama's eyes widened and he took Daddy's hand.

He slowly stood up.

Smile gently, smile gently. He smiled like a scholar.

"Then ...... It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate. ”

............ That's it.

The three of them walked side by side in the direction of the blacksmith's shop.

There was talk and laughter along the way, but Aoyama didn't notice it at all......

In the dark alley, a figure dressed in silver shoulders and white cloth stared at Qingshan's face quietly, thoughtful..................

"Oh yes, that's right, and a little bit of advice for a serious and stubborn guy like you. ”

Aoyama tilted his head, diverting his thoughts from Kokari's question.

"If you only pursue hardness, the sword will break, so let's make it a 'tough sword'. ”

Qingshan looked at his father's smiling expression and waited for him to continue.

"You're from the East, aren't you? The swords of the East are roughly divided into two categories, the brittle sword and the tough sword. ”

Brittle swords, hard and sharp, but easily worn and chipped.

Tough swords, that is, sharp and not easy to wear, but also easy to grind.

"If you want to be a sword, then become a tough sword, so that you can maintain your humanity, not easy to wear, and you can revive it through human hands............"

"Well, it's up to you which side to choose. ”

Aoyama nodded.

He vaguely felt that he did have the characteristics of a brittle sword, that cold murderous aura............

And the characteristics of the tough sword, the gentle feeling............

"The younger generation remembers it in their hearts. ”

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

"Speaking of which, haven't you asked your seniors for their names?"

Coming to the house of Daddy and Xiaoguang, Qingshan looked around at the furnishings of the house, and from the atmosphere of life and the furnishings of objects here, it seemed that there were no women in the house.

As soon as Xiaoguang got home, he ran into the kitchen.

Daddy casually moved a chair and stuffed it in front of the dining table. Those thick arms made him effortless.

"People used to call me Hephaestus. Now everyone calls me Vulcan. ”

With that, he looked in the direction of the kitchen again. Make sure Hikari can't hear herself.

"His name is Xiaoguang, he is an orphan I adopted, and we are not related by blood, so don't tell him. ”

Qingshan nodded silently, it seemed that Fu Yigan also saw the clue from Qingshan's few glances.

Lest Qingshan ask questions and cause trouble, it's better to tell them yourself.

"Speaking of which, what the hell ......are you doing here?"

Bang dang.

Before he finished speaking, Xiaoguang had already taken out the hot dinner from the kitchen and put it directly on the dining table.

No more, no less, two plates.

One contains a dry hard steamed bun with no moisture in it.

The other contains some greenish sauerkraut stewed vermicelli.

Looks like it's all leftovers from last night.

"Oops, I haven't eaten anything since I went out in the morning, I'm starving. ”

After speaking, Xiaoguang sat down and prepared to feast on the leftovers.

But before he could cover his buttocks and pick up the chopsticks, a thick arm lifted him up.

Seeing that Fu Yigan was holding Xiaoguang's collar, he shouted to him with a confused face: "Hey! It's rare for a guest to come to the house to sit, so you use these things to fool him?"

Xiaoguang shook his head, suspended in the air, looked at Qingshan and then at his father, because of gravity, his head was gradually shrinking into the collar.

"Why don't you go get some wine!?"

Wow————

Xiaoguang finally understood what his father meant, and hurriedly went to the back kitchen to get two bottles of cold beer before sitting down to eat a good meal.

"Come, sit down, drink, let go of drinking. ”

Aoyama elegantly pulled back the chair, sat down slowly, and slowly spoke.

"I ...... I can't drink enough, so I don't drink anymore. ”

Boom, Woo Knock, Vourgan picked up a bottle of beer and poured it directly into his stomach.

Ha ————

"I'll just say you're a boring swordsman, and you don't seem to be wrong! Don't be surprised, how can there be so many good dishes and good meals. ”

Aoyama smiled and nodded, looked at the gobbling Xiaoguang, and also moved his chopsticks.

But when he just picked up the steamed bun and put it in his mouth, he took a bite of the hard texture and tasted the almost tasteless yeast taste.

A sadness surged into his heart.

Myself...... Before you know it, you have become a loner wandering the world.

Clearly...... There were countless days like this before, and before Jianming appeared, he had been like this.

But why do you feel so uncomfortable now?

.................. It's because there's nowhere to go back.

Is it because the green water is no longer there............

Think of the past.

As soon as he goes back, Lu Shui will cook a table of good dishes and good meals for himself.

The smell and the warmth were in stark contrast to him at this moment.

An indescribable feeling of sadness came back to my heart......

In the past, there were beautiful women in green clothes, and a sword dance moved in all directions.

The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time.

The lips and beads are lonely, and there are disciples who pass on the fragrance in the evening.

There is both a question and answer with Yu, and the feeling of soothing things increases sadness.

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

found that after Qingshan took a bite, the chopsticks no longer moved, and the whole person froze directly.

Xiaoguang also stopped the dishes and chopsticks in his hand.

"What's wrong? Aoyama Michicho, are you not feeling well, or is this food not to your taste?"

There is no time to be too sentimental, and the road of Aoyama is still ahead.

He tried to cover his sadness with a smile, but he smiled very haggard and sad.

"Ah, it's okay, but I have some doubts in my heart...... What kind of convention did you hear about earlier?

Goo-dong, goo-dong, goo-dong.

Fu Ergan, who was pouring another bottle of beer, stopped at Aoyama's words.

He put on a look of disbelief.

"The Hundred Soldiers!"