The red moon hung high, and the moonlight overflowed, sprinkling all over the bamboo forest. The breeze swept and the bamboo leaves squirmed, sounding like the whispers of onlookers.

The moon is full and the stars are sparse and green, and when the enemy meets on the narrow road, there must be a bloody battle. At this time, if you want to accompany a tune, it should be a crisp and melodious flute. Then, at the moment when both sides drew their swords, the sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and the guqin suddenly rose, like a boulder falling into deep water, grabbing everyone's hearts at once.

They passed through the fluttering bamboo leaves, the sword flashed, the silver blade did not stain blood, and the victory and defeat were already clear...... I'm sorry, it's a string, it's "Ambush on All Sides".

Back to our story.

Now, between the bamboo forests, there are only three people left:

Ibuki Suika, who has been waiting here, Yakumo Murasaki, who was suddenly mixed in, and Ibaraki Hua Fan, who was forcibly pulled in by Nalan Yu.

Hua Fan lost to Nalan Hui in a contest half a year ago, and was implanted with a bloodstone by him, and had to agree to his conditions, that is, to fight for him in "a future conflict". Now, it's time for her to make good on her promise.

As for the others, those who still had combat power followed Nalan Yu away, and Hongmisuzu, who was too injured and incapacitated, and Shotmaru Wen, who were too injured and incapacitated, were sent to a safe place by Yakumo Zi.

"It's really a trick. ”

Suika smiled.

"In order to find a strong man who can fight with me, I left my hometown for more than a thousand years, but I turned around and returned to the original point, and I am still familiar people and familiar faces. Then you say, what am I going to do this for?"

"To prove that you are indeed invincible. Yakumo quipped, "For that alone, you're not for nothing, are you?"

Cui Xiang didn't pay attention to her, but turned to Hua Fan and asked:

"Speaking of which, Ibaraki...... Your name is Tsehuaxian now, isn't it......"

"You can call it whatever you want. ”

"So, Ibaraki boy, how are you doing after I leave?"

"How's that...... Not so good. Hua Fan described in a bland tone that described what he ate last night, "As soon as you leave, the entire ghost clan immediately falls apart. The reckless men under your hands usually pretend to be kind and angry only for the sake of your face, but in fact, no one is convinced, and they all think that they can take over the flag you dropped. After decades of fruitless fighting, the former good brothers finally broke off and parted ways. ”

"Some of them left here to find an uninhabited island, sealed it off and created a secret place, and have not been heard from since. There are also some who went to the abandoned old hell to settle down, mingle with the monsters underground, sing every night, get drunk and dream of death, and live quite comfortably. Youkai Mountain is now under the leadership of the Tengu clan, and everyone is doing better than when you were there. So I don't think they would welcome you much if you came back now. Old guys may still respect you when they think of the past, but young people may not. ”

"All in all, everything has changed. I'm afraid I can't get back what is already in the past......"

Cui Xiang could tell that Hua Fan had narrated all this in a calm tone as much as possible, but she still felt the slightest trace of sorrow from it. Perhaps, the real sorrow is never between the words of the Chinese fan, nor in the full moon, in the breeze, under the soil where bamboo leaves are piled up, for thousands of years, it has been rooted in the heart of Cui Xiang from beginning to end, and has never been far away.

"Really......"

The smile slowly faded from Cuixiang's face, and she sighed lightly and said:

"It's not bad, isn't it! Those idiots only know how to eat, drink, fight, and grow muscles in their brains, what else can you expect them to make a name for themselves? If they can live in good health, even if they can!"

The tone was like an old mother who was worried about her wanderer all the year round.

"It's you, I haven't seen you for years, you fucking ...... Is this a cultivator?"

"Just a little, I thought about my gains and losses. ”

This is Hua Fan's answer.

"Hah!"

Hearing this, Cuixiang laughed and shook her head again.

"Like me, I never think about those things," she said, "because, whenever I try to think about them, I inevitably get myself drunk first." ”

After speaking, as if to prove that he was true to his words, Cui Xiang pulled the stopper of the wine gourd and poured himself a big sip.

"And then, Hiccup—" a long wine burp interrupted Cuixiang, "and I couldn't think of anything. ”

"A toast," she said, handing the gourd to the fan, "to the good times we once walked together." ”

Hua Fan strode up to her, said, "Cause my lost right hand", and then grabbed the gourd and drank wildly. Her way of drinking can't be described as "cow drink", it is simply a tornado absorbing water, the sky is cloudy, and the ground is rain. Cui Xiang on the side was happy to watch, and from time to time she applauded and applauded, not worried that the wine in her gourd would be drunk in one go by this old friend who had been reunited for a long time.

It's better to say that if Hua Fan can really drink her wine gourd, then his ability is great.

"Poof!"

After a long while, Hua Fan finally pulled the gourd mouth out of its mouth, and then made a sound, the sound made when a person who had dived to the limit surfaced to suck in the first breath of air.

"Happy!"

She let out a loud shout, threw the gourd into Cuixiang's arms, and then quickly took a few steps back, opened her legs, clenched her fists, and put on a confrontational stance.

"Don't you want to have a good fight?" she took advantage of the strength of the wine that rushed to her brain, her cheeks were slightly red, and she inhaled it into her stomach in one breath, and yelled at Cuixiang:

"Come on, let's start! In the name of my great ghost, Ibaraki Boy, I will let the big leader live up to this trip!"

That's right.

Ibuki Suika hung the wine gourd back to her waist, and at the same time stared intently at Hua Fan's combative, slightly drunken face, and the smile deepened.

Just like a thousand years ago, she was the big boss of the ghost clan, and Hua Fan was the second boss. When the moon is full, they drink, compete, drink, and compete on the top of the mountain until the sun rises.

Everything, as it was a thousand years ago, is enough.

It would be nice if everything could be like it was a thousand years ago.

Suika put away her smile and tightened her fists at the same time. There was a distance of three or four steps between her and Hua Fan, and she didn't even take a step forward, just like that, a punch hit straight into the air.

"Bang!"

The moon cracked, like a white porcelain plate falling to the ground.

A ravine split the battlefield, and even the entire Lost Bamboo Forest, and the entire Gensokyo, into two halves. The power of a punch goes down to the underworld, up to the sky, collapses the sky, splits the earth, and shatters the moon. The space around them spread out like broken lenses, and between the fragments was a pitch-black nothingness.

This punch carved a crack in the great barrier that maintained the existence of Gensokyo.

What kind of concept is this? Imagine that the characters in the novel are so angry that they tear up the novel that depicts them. Ibuki Suika, just now, punched through the "space" and "time" he was in.

What does she rely on? Wrist strength?

That's right, it's just wrist strength.

With this punch, she solemnly informed all the residents of Gensokyo:

The ghost is back.

The earth was trembling, the wind was crying, and the nearby bamboo was shattered into wisps, swirling round and round with the whirlwind. Hua Fan was unsteady under his feet and sat on the ground. Yakumo Zi, who was half watching the play and half participating, saw that the situation was not good, and hid in the gap early to avoid the edge for the time being.

The only one who was still standing, only Ibuki Suika, took a big step forward, stomped heavily on the ground, stirred up a circle of dust, and then shouted in a deep voice:

"I'm a ghost king who swallows wine and swallows boys, don't talk nonsense, let's fight!"