Da Wuqing was anxious when she heard the sound of fighting coming from the room, and she limped to the broken door, and as soon as she reached the door, she saw the scene of the long knife wrapped in flames slashing down the ninja. Da Wuqing inexplicably felt that her feet were a little weak, but fortunately, her hand held the door frame in time.

Blood gushed out from the top of the ninja's head, the corpse fell to the ground, the candlestick light on the shrine was beating faintly, the flame of the sword gradually faded, Long Wen's tall figure turned his back to her, and the blood-stained rags could no longer cover his skin at this time.

Da Wuqing clearly saw a sword-like sword with a fierce face and a tattoo pattern on the body of a jackal and a dragon behind him. At this time, the white wooden handle of the Imperial Divine Sword in his hand could not resist Long Wen's force, and the strength suddenly cracked, and the heavy blade fell into the floor.

Long Wen lowered his head and looked at the long knife inserted into the ground, and after the handle of the knife shattered, the inscription "Bizen Changguang" and "Dakuai Knife Twenty-one Gong" one of the wild knives was said to be too long to wear, so it could only be carried behind his back. What appeared in front of Da Wuqing's eyes at this time was Long Wen's side face.

There were drops of blood on his face, but his face was as calm as the flowing water blade lines forged on the blade of the knife, and there was no murderous aura in his dark eyes, but it made people dare not look directly. The moment she saw this scene, Dawu Qing's mind was full of Dawu's upright words: "A man like a knife." ”

As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds, the long night was finally over, and Ryubun and the clergy at Toyama Shrine were repairing the broken doors, windows, and grounds, and Ryuwen's clothes were torn, so he borrowed a white and black priesthood to wear.

Although he was reluctant to do a hundred things in his heart, he could only make do so temporarily. At this time, a clergyman said to Long Wen, "The priest asks you to come over." Long Wen put down the hammer and followed the clergy to the priest's room. Long Wen bent down and walked into the room, and the old priest who looked to be about seventy years old was wearing reading glasses at this time to install a new handle for the Imperial God Sword "Bizen Chomitsu".

Seeing Long Wen walk in, the old priest stopped and motioned for Long Wen to sit opposite him. Before the old priest could speak, Long Wen said, "I will pay for the repair of the shrine." Long Wen's inner words: I have to let the big martial family pay this money. The old priest put down the small wooden mallet in his hand and said slowly, "Is it okay to call you Mr. Long Wen?" ”

Long Wen: "'Long Wen' is fine." The old priest pointed to the knife and asked, "You used it to kill the ninja in black?" Long Wen replied, "Yes." Long Wen was a little happy in his heart at this time: "Okay, it seems that I am not here to talk about money, as long as I don't talk about money, it is not a problem to ask anything." ”

Old priest: "This 'Bizen Choko' has been enshrined here since the ancient Warring States period, and it has not been used for more than 100 years. "Long Wenzhi said, 'use' means 'seeing blood'. Long Wen: "I know the origin of this knife, and I also know the meaning of the 'Imperial Sword', and I am here to express my apologies to you." The old priest waved his hand: "I didn't come to you to apologize but to ......" The old priest's dry fingers touched the blade of the blade that flashed with cold light: "I want to thank you for bringing it back to life again." Long Wen: "Resurrection? ”

Old Priest: "It has seen in the shrine that Yerbonia has gone from war to unification, from an era of samurai who respected the sword to an age of firearms where the sword was lonely, and from lost to rampant. In the end, he had to swallow the bitter fruit of the war until now.

After hundreds of years of change. The world outside has been turned upside down, but it is still quietly on the shrine, and continues to watch the world outside from the perspective of a god. Long Wen didn't know what the old priest of Lu Dao meant by repeating this, but he could hear that his tone was a little excited.

The old priest continued, "Mr. Long Wen, how did you feel when you picked up this knife? Long Wen thought for a while: "What does it feel like...... What words should I use to describe ....... very down-to-earth, and I feel that I can definitely win with it. Old Priest: "You think this knife can be relied upon." Long Wen: "So to speak. ”

Old Priest: "You believe in 'souls'?" Long Wen: "This... I don't believe in gods......" The second half of the sentence he said in his heart: "If I believed in God, then I would have 'put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha' a long time ago." Old Priest: "But intentionally or unintentionally, you have come into contact with the 'soul'. ”

The old priest pointed to "Changguang". Long Wen was confused, and the old priest: "Maybe you didn't find out." But I inherited the shrine for forty years, and until today, this is the first time that I feel the different feelings that this ancient knife gives me. Long Wen: "Different feelings? ”

Old Priest: "Yes. It felt like it had been sleeping all along, and now it was as if he had been revived from a big dream. I don't know if you can understand my description. Long Wen thought to himself: "How can I understand what you said so mysteriously." ”

However, seeing that the old priest was very serious, Long Wen could only nod solemnly. Old Priest: "To be relied upon and used again." Your soul awakens his soul. Long Wen was full of question marks: "I....just feel that it is a good knife in my hand." ”

Old Priest: "That's enough for Bizen Nagamitsu." It was waiting for someone who could figure it out to prove its worth. Long Wen: "Lord God, I think that for a knife, its value is only to take people's lives. ”

Old Priest: "Yes. From the moment it was created, its fate was doomed, it was once killed in the hands of a generation of swordsmen, and it tasted the blood of countless people, and it was used at that time, but since it became the shrine's sword, although it has asked for the fate of taking people's lives, it has lost the meaning of existence. ”

Long Wen looked at the delicate dry landscape in the courtyard outside the window and said: "Anything that is made and not used is meaningless, even if it is a doomed path of 'evil deeds', it must be used." In this way, 'being used' may be the idea of the existence of the people of Yerponia, whether it is 'good deeds' or 'evil deeds'. ”

The old priest nodded: "Otherwise, Yerbonia would not have had such a wrong era that changed the fate of the country. "Long Wen knew what Yerbonia had done in that wrong era, and he hated them very much, especially when he saw those politicians trying their best to erase that criminal history, he hated them even more, but in that era, everyone in Yerponia was a knife, and they were 'used' to deceive them."

Long Wen looked at the wind chimes tinkling in the breeze on the window and sighed: "It's really as paranoid and extreme as knife culture!" I felt as if I had done something bad. The old priest smiled lightly: "In the era when the knife has lost its meaning, this knife can still be 'used', and I am very happy to think about it, thank you for giving it a new meaning." ”

After the old priest finished speaking, he leaned over and bowed to Long Wen, who thought to himself: "God! Glad! Doesn't that describe people? Is it like Lei Yu read the comic book that says that the devil hides the 'demon knife', no? Isn't that called 'Village Rain'? ”

Confused return: "No, you're welcome." "Well....I would like to ask what time it is open here?" The old priest looked at the wall clock on the wall and said, "Right away." As soon as Long Wen heard this, he immediately stood up: "Then if you have nothing to do, I'll leave first." Old Priest: "That's good." ”

When the door of the room was closed, the old priest picked up the gavel again, looked at the long knife lying on the soft cloth, and said to himself, "Do you think of your former master?" If he lived in that era, he would have been a swordsman, his heart and yours are actually the same, don't you think? Sunlight poured in through the open doors and windows, filling the room with warm light, and the slender blade shone silver in the refraction of the light. (To be continued......)