The empty courtyard looked a little desolate under the harsh winter sweep. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The bare treetops hung with a dead skin or two, and there was no other ornamentation, and the dirt that had once been covered with flowers was mixed with withered branches and leaves, and was covered with dry cracks. Obviously, this courtyard has not been taken care of for a long time, and even the only flat open space in the center is sleeping with heavy dust because of the cold silence.

On this morning without dew, Mei Hong danced with a sword.

The petite and thin figure shook its long pale hair, and its face waved a cold light coldly. Her moving posture is coherent and swift, but it lacks a kind of agility like a kite, and the silent and unhesitating movements give people an indescribable sense of longevity in the gradually rising dust.

The stabbing and hanging clouds collapsed, and the sword light was like practice, bringing a dry hiss when it pierced the air.

Mei Hong wielded very hard, each sword used the strength of the whole body, the sword as thin as a cicada's wings flashed brightly, but there was no trace of cleverness and cuteness at all, but there was a killing intent from bottom to bottom, as if the next moment was going to sip blood, killing people.

Even if every movement of Mei Hong is as standard as instinct, this can definitely not be called sword training. Swordsmen are ruthless, no one will bring emotions when practicing swords, and no one will bring such an obvious and tyrannical murderous aura in every move and style. A true supreme swordsman, even when he kills, will only be as cold as a sword.

However, the swordsman's sword has a sheath, while the cold spring does not. The swordsman's heart melts into the sword, but the sister's heart does not. It is better to say that her heart has never been on this sword for a moment, and in her eyes, this sword is only a weapon of revenge, just a tool that carries her hatred.

Mei Hong's eyes reflected the horizontal and sparse shadows formed by the sword light, but the focus filled the air with the fluctuating thoughts.

She's not a swordsman, but rightfully so.

Since the failure of revenge, Mei Hong's mental state has been unstable, although she has kept saying to herself, "There is another time!" But the ominous premonition that crept through her heart seemed to mock her whimsy.

Doubts about one's own beliefs, uncertainty about what is right and wrong, and the questioning of what is truly powerful...... Mei Hong's heart is like a broken beehive, with an irritating buzz everywhere.

And when she was the most vulnerable, the loneliest, and the most in need of her care, Zhibei and they couldn't be separated because of the moon people, she couldn't meet her friends at all, and could only blow the cold wind of winter in this lonely courtyard. To make matters worse, her mother has relapsed and is now bedridden.

"Ahhh Thinking of these hardships that happened to her, Mei Hong couldn't help but shout angrily, turned around and took off, swinging her sword and slashing.

The heavy falling branches smashed in front of Mei Hong, who was panting, and the dust sprayed onto her face.

The long pale hair couldn't help but tremble, and the two lines of clear tears had already slid down to the ground with beads of water.

"Hee-hee!" Squinting her eyes and laughing, Mei Hong hurriedly wiped her eyes and said to herself, "Really! It's so smoky here......"

She was reluctant to admit that she cried, because crying is a symbol of vulnerability.

But, but ah! How could she hold back the outpouring of grief?

She can't forget the dead, she can't avenge her, and in the face of a cruel fate, she seems to be unable to do anything.

And now, watching her mother lose weight day by day, she is still as powerless as ever.

She is like this broken tree that can be bullied even by the cold wind, struggling in the mud and dust of fate.

Yes...... Can anyone come and tell me...... What is really powerful?

The image of the man who was laughing wildly, and she had cut off one of her hands, suddenly flashed in her mind, like a lightning bolt that tore through the dark night, and in countless dazzling forks, the man's voice and smile were rapidly spliced.

In the end, Mei Hong saw that terrifying smile again.

is so arrogant and unruly, so unruly, just like a giant beast that is wanton and arrogant in heaven and earth, people can't help but forget his body that is thinner than her.

Is this the power of the heart? Is it the heart that makes it truly powerful?

That...... What kind of heart should it be?

"Knock knock!"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Mei Hong's thoughts, making her frown her slender little eyebrows.

"Who is it?" The cold voice did not carry a trace of emotion.

"It's me, Kaguya." Outside the door, Kaguya's indifferent and elegant, not arrogant and impatient voice sounded.

Mei Hong was stunned, and then her whole tone softened.

"Huh!? It's Kaguya! ”

―――――――― back to the dividing line of Shirakawa Village――――――――

In the early morning, the high rooster crow was repeated three or four times, and then disappeared again.

There were no other pedestrians on the misty road except Zhibei - even if the farmer was good at getting up early, it was unlikely that he would be in the ridge so early on a winter day when there was no farm work to do.

Around Zhibei is a hazy scene, scattered low courtyards in the light mist, there is a cold and quiet beauty.

In this sober-minded morning, Zhibei pondered the details of the mission of [Death of the Upright]. According to the task prompt, he wants to lead Mei Hong on the right track like a spiritual mentor. But obviously, Zhibei has never studied psychology, and he doesn't know what it means to be on the right track. So, obviously, things can't be solved by talking.

If you think of the story of the death of the upright in the background of Sister Hong, then there are only two ways in front of Zhibei now, one is not to let Sister Hong kill Iwagasa and help her get the immortal bird by the way, and the other is to let everything continue according to the development of history.

Zhibei also doesn't know which way to complete the mission, however, this mission does not seem to be mandatory...... Therefore, Zhibei, who had finally grown up in the previous incident, decided to give up thinking. Anyway, he trusts his heart, and he trusts his instincts to make a choice for him that he will never regret in the end.

Of course, more importantly, he arrived at his destination, the home built by the village head, Baishuijing.

Zhibei knocked on the door.

"It's coming!" The old but powerful voice of Izo sounded in the room. After waiting for a while, the wooden door creaked open.

"Yo, Mr. Izzo, you look pretty energetic!" Looking at the old man in front of him, wearing a white kimono and smiling gently, Zhibei also greeted with a smile.

"There, there, I know the people of Dada, I haven't seen you for a few days, your changes are relatively big!"

"What's wrong? Has anything changed for me? ”

"Of course, the people of the previous Zhibei University would not have gotten up so early!"

"Haha! Look at what you said! Didn't you wake up early, too? Mr. Izzo. ”

"Oh, people are old, they wake up early in the morning, where can they still sleep!" Jing Zao turned sideways and made a gesture to Zhibei to please, but he was a little stunned when he found that Zhibei was still standing outside the door.

"Zhibei people, don't you go in?"

Zhibei shook his head silently.

"That'...... What are you here today? ”

"I'm here to say goodbye to you, Mr. Izzo."

Izo's eyes, cloudy from aging, showed sadness, but he still smiled gently, "Is this finally the day?" Mr. Zhibei. ”

"Yes! Since the little girl is flying, then there is no reason for me to stay. However, because I have been taken care of by everyone before, I thought I would at least come and tell ......."

"Huh...... It's because we've been taken care of a lot by adults! Zhibei people, really don't plan to stay here for a long time? ”

"No, I have to leave right now!"

"Really......"

After a brief silence, Izo was the first to break the silence and mournful atmosphere.

"Zhibei people, before leaving, can you go with me to the temple of Master Shengbodhi?"

"What's wrong?"

"The master told me to send you a message."

"Has Master Saint Bodhi been back recently?"

"No, that's what he told you when he left, and he asked me to take you to his temple and show you something when you were ready to leave."

"One thing? What is it? ”

"Well, it's two lotus flowers."

(The last few chapters are so difficult to write, please ask for revisions, I will look at it!) By the way, there will be a change tomorrow! ）