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

"So I beat Sasaki that way? It's been three years, and I haven't figured out what the hell I did that day......"

He was concentrating on reassembling that day's moves, but Dong Muling's description was really not clear enough.

He kept trying to make a gesture, but he didn't get the point: "Is that so?" ”

"Almost, I can't tell, it looks like.... It's been too long, Miyamoto-sama, I can't remember exactly what happened three years ago......" while waving a wooden sword while perfunctory Miyamoto...... Dongmu, who has grown a lot taller, is flexible like a jumping god... There is no idle moment when the gods are chattering.

"Miyamoto-sama, in fact, could your new move that day be related to this sword? Why don't you take this wooden sword back? ”

The words spoken by the young child pierced the supreme pride of a martial arts practitioner, and he jumped backwards to dodge the wooden sword that was sent to him: "Bold! My dignified Miyamoto Musashi is invincible! Do you want to rely on this evil thing? Get this thing out of the way! The duel with Sasaki was simply a shame in my life. Don't go around preaching about it anymore! ”

Dong Muling's words made him completely in no mood to practice any more moves. Throwing away the double swords in his hand, a generation of swordsmen sat alone in their own courtyard in a daze......

The little boat boy was full of spirit at this time, waving the wooden sword, and his outfit did not look as shabby as when he drove the boat, and the heroism of the young man was completely set off by his new uniform: "This wooden sword has helped me a lot, and I always feel that I didn't die under Sasaki's sword that day because of this sword." And now I can get the general's appreciation because of the blessing of the sword spirit....."

"Even if you really have the power of gods and ghosts, you can't use it indiscriminately, I just want to shine my swordsmanship ...... now"

Miyamoto Musashi's heart is very uncomfortable. Became famous in a war but didn't rely on your own strength? The more than sixty previous duels seem to have gone down the drain......

"I'm in a good mood today, the wooden sword has a pink aura, Miyamoto-sama, I feel like my love is coming. Sword Spirit tells me it's the season of love! Don't adopt any adopted son, that adopted son will block your love luck! ”

Dong Muling's incomprehensible words made the swordsman around him keep smiling wryly and shaking his head, this kid's casual personality made him really untouchable......

"Miyamoto-sama, I helped you with divination last time..... Your adopted son...... Miki no Suke..... Not a long-lived phase .... It's Iori, the second son of Hisahimitsu Tahara, who is destined for you......"

Dong Muling chattered endlessly, and he didn't care about the swordsman's displeasure at this time.

"Enough! Leave your words to those mediocre adults and those three aunts and six wives! You must not die in front of Miki Nosuke... Alive! If that's the case, I'll kill you with one slash! Miyamoto Musashi held the sword at his waist and glared at the eyeless magic stick.

"Good, good! Little obedience, when my words are fulfilled, you will naturally come to me....." Dong Muling pouted very impatiently......

"You little ......"

......……………

“..... Egg! ”

Hua Ge opened his eyes, and the anger in his dream had not dissipated for a long time. He calmed himself down and casually made eye contact with Iris..... At this time, her beautiful face was very close to him.....

"What did you dream about? What eggs? Egg? She seemed to be in a better mood than before, and it seemed that only his appearance would make this woman happier.

He hesitated for a moment, reached out and touched his arms, only to find that the "Fengyan Diary" had fallen by his side...... He put the diary back in his arms, and wondered if he should talk about the dream just now: "..... Do you know the history of Miyamoto Musashi as an archaeologist? ”

She seemed to be a little interested in this topic, and leaned over little by little: "What? Are you dreaming like a series? There is no wooden sword by your side this time, and on this plane, do you want to say that there is some energy that takes you to possess you? Great Sword Hero! ”

He was used to the mockery, he just wanted to make sure what he was dreaming about, whether it was a memory or an illusion: "Don't be kidding, can't you answer me directly once?" ”

She lost the mood to make fun of him when she saw his boring reaction, and everyone on the plane was recuperating for the next mission.

She needed something to distract herself: "Say, what do you want to ask?" What period is it? ”

Hua Ge thought for a while: "I don't know which period, it seems that three years after Sasaki's death, Miyamoto Musashi adopted an adopted son......"

Iris who walked like a history book did not hesitate: "Sasaki died in 1612, and in 1615 Miyamoto Musashi did take in a look, and Miki Nosuke of the Nakagawa family should have died 11 years later, and later adopted Iori, the second son of the samurai Samurai Tawara Hisamitsu." Iori Miyamoto helps Miyamoto Musashi in the Sengoku ..... of the J country"

"Wait, so the information I dreamed about in my dreams was real? You said I was hallucinating before, so how did I know about Iori Miyamoto's existence! He was desperate to prove that he wasn't simply dreaming, that those were memories of some kind of mental energy in him.

Iris disagreed: "There's nothing strange about this... You may have seen it in TV dramas or historical books, and there are many stories about Miyamoto Musashi......"

But he never looked at that..... Hua Ge looked at Iris again, and Dong Muxiang, who was sleeping soundly at this time...... Is it really just his own imagination...... Forget it, it's in the past, it's all in the past, and it's of little use to him......

"How long will it take?" Opening the visor, he looked out the window, it was a bright sky when he left Dongmu County, but it seemed that it had not been dark because of the time zone.

The plane flew above the clouds, and he had no way of knowing what it was like below......

"In less than an hour, I'll be in the sun-exposed Los Angeles~ It seems that I'm going to be fully armed again!" Iris hates the place where the sun shines all year round...... I don't know if it's enough for an hour to get her sun protection ready.

"You don't like warm places? I really like L.A., the seasons are like spring, and the clouds outside reflect the pink color..... How beautiful ......" Dong Muxiang didn't know when she woke up, pointing to the clouds outside the window and smiling sweetly.

Iris didn't seem to like the woman's twisting appearance, and glanced out the window: "The god stick from the two-dimensional country looks like everything is ......pink," and muttered in a low voice.

He rubbed his eyes...... Could it be due to sun exposure? Just like Dong Muxiang said, there was a cloud in the distance that was pink and pink: "It's really special...... It's the first time I've seen such a pink cloud ......"

At this time, Lei and Shao Kai also seemed to wake up, looking out of the window one by one......

"Where? Don't you see? Why can't I see pink clouds? ”

The beautiful scenery in front of him seemed to be visible only to him and Dong Muxiang......

Iris tried to look at it carefully, completely confused by the two "chattering" people......

"You are invisible..... Only people like me and Team Hua can see the pink energy...... I think that's where we want to go...... It's really a pink city full of love...... You tell me? Team Hua? Dong Muxiang said while giving Hua Ge a wink......

provoked Shao Kai's sigh and Iris's displeasure: "Neuropathy is really contagious...."

He could only bow his head helplessly at this time, it seems that this mission cannot be stopped, there is one more woman, it seems that there is more trouble...... And what does the color of that cloud portend? And where does the feeling of always feeling that Dong Muxiang seems to be spying on him secretly come from?

..... It's like the pink energy of the sword spirit mentioned by Dong Mu Ling in the dream..... And the pink cloud I saw in reality...... He always had a feeling that he couldn't sleep well and was uncomfortable.......