A leaf on the branch fell gently, fell to the tip of the spear, and suddenly turned into two.

"It's a good gun."

Tadashi Honda nodded.

"It's a pity that although the gun is good, the person is not good."

Honda was silent, and the green tendons on the back of the gunman were beating faintly.

"It's a pity that you shouldn't have come to Naguye City, and you have to leave when you come."

Honda Tadakatsu was silent, staring coldly at Wusheng, clenching his teeth, his body did not move, the tip of the spear trembled slightly, and a tall and thick cherry tree on the side had fallen.

He stood all the time, facing lifelessness.

Musheng also stood, facing Honda Tadakatsu.

The two peerless masters of the spear stood face to face like this, no longer speaking, maybe there was no need for words, between the masters and the masters, there was an incomprehensible understanding and respect.

There was no wind in the heavens and the earth, but suddenly there was a wind.

The cold wind is cold, fast and bone-chilling.

There are more withered cherry blossoms, more crazy, and passionate, this seems to be an amorous and lonely girl, facing her lover, as if she wants to release every inch of fragrance and tenderness on her body.

The understanding between lovers is not only extremely deep, but also extremely sincere and moving, because they have a lot of loneliness, emptiness, and a lot of lovesickness and concern in the dark and sleepless night.

And what is the understanding between opponents?

The romantic and splendid cherry blossoms are flying, beautiful like a colorful and delicate girl, but they can never change the enthusiasm and unrestrainedness in their eyes.

Ah Guo looked at the cherry blossoms flying in the sky, and his heart was scared, panicked and excited, a mysterious stimulus.

Beautiful and romantic cherry blossoms, icy and bone-chilling winds, invisible and cruel murder.

What does it feel like?

This is like a peerless dancer who is on the stage again, performing the most beautiful and brilliant dance in life, and then quietly and cruelly and contentedly dying, falling on the cold and stiff stage.

The love of the lover is extremely sincere and great, and the dancer's dance is extremely dedicated and sacred.

What about opponents?

What is between them? Why is it so sincere, pure, and passionate, but it is extremely cold, cruel, and ruthless.

The dancer's dance and the lover's love are not only a kind of giving, sacrifice, but also a kind of enjoyment and love, which has satisfied them and is enough to fill the emptiness and pain in their hearts.

And what about between opponents?

And what do they get between them?

Maybe there is also enjoyment between them, this kind of enjoyment is not something that ordinary people can experience, nor can ordinary people understand, and this kind of enjoyment is enough to fill the loneliness and emptiness in their hearts.

The dance of the dancer and the love of the lover, this kind of enjoyment is not only extremely sweet and real, but also makes the world respect, admire, and reminisce, which is enough to pass on the past and the present.

What about opponents? And what are their enjoyment?

This enjoyment is death, parting, either the death of one's own life or the death of the opponent's life.

This is also a kind of beauty, but few people can appreciate and understand it.

Especially the moment when the tip of the spear is pulled out of the opponent's body, the moment when blood splashes from the chest, the moment when the blood slides from the tip of the spear, and the moment when the opponent falls in a pool of blood.......

The kind of look and charm splashed by the blood flowers is not comparable to the romantic and tender cherry blossoms.

Blood is splashing, tears are drifting.

The blood of the unborn, the tears of the country.

Ah Guo swept in the corner of the cold and hard wall, her body twitched violently, her heart, her soul was about to be shattered.

The cherry blossoms rise up to the sky, and only the cherry blossoms are floating and writhing in the sky.

Honda Tadakatsu swung hard, and the blood on the tip of the spear drifted more and more, and drip fell to the ground.

One roof ridge collapsed suddenly, turning into billowing smoke and drifting in all directions, drifting like light smoke to the other roof.

His body was still standing like a stone statue, standing tall in the night.

Pitch black night, dark eyes, pitch black guns.

The dragonfly in his palm slowly drooped, tears had slipped into his eyes, and four people and four swords appeared not far away.

Honda Tadakatsu looked coldly, and looked coldly at the gun in his hand.

"That's enough." A sword said a word coldly, and then closed it tightly.

Tadashi Honda nodded.

He suddenly pulled up the flag of Zhong Kui's horse seal, held it tightly, hung his head and left.

When he walked up to Wusheng, he suddenly stopped, "Why didn't you shoot me?" ”

"Because you are Honda Tadakatsu, I can't kill Honda Tadakatsu."

"Why can't you kill me?"

Wusheng sighed, the enthusiastic and unrestrained light in his eyes had disappeared, becoming hollow, without a trace of emotion, "Because you are Honda Tadakatsu, I will never kill Honda Tadakatsu." ”

"Why?"

Wusheng did not face this problem, but lightly recounted another thing, "I can live without family, without lovers, without friends, or even without life, but I can't live without opponents." ”

The word "opponent" seems to have a kind of magic power, and it has the power to make the hearts of countless duelists tremble and tremble.

Honda's head hung lower, he stopped talking, and bowed deeply in the purest and noblest posture of a samurai.

The blood on the tip of the spear was dripping.

The bitterness in his heart is even stronger, and this sourness may be more unbearable and difficult to face than the lovesickness of his lover.

Honda Tadakatsu stared quietly at Wusheng for a long time, and suddenly said three words, three words that he had rarely said in his life.

"Thank you."

As soon as he said this, he saw a gun slowly retract, very slowly.

The blood from the tip of the spear slid down slowly, very slowly.

A man, with a sword, suddenly fell on his back with a miserable cry, and fell behind Honda Tadakatsu, the vicious smile on his face frozen and frozen to death.

Honda Tadakatsu's pupils contracted, wrinkles twitched at the corners of his eyes, and he suddenly said, "Your gun ......." ”

The blood on the tip of the spear was still falling, and his eyes were staring at and poking Honda Tadakatsu like spearheads, "You obviously found someone behind you, but you didn't run away." ”

Tadashi Honda nodded.

"You'd rather be stabbed to death by that sword than avoid it because you're sad, aren't you?"

Honda was silent.

"You're sad because you're not hurt?"

"Yes."

"You're wrong."

Honda Tadakatsu gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"I'm not going to let my opponent get hurt, and I'm not going to watch you get hurt."

Honda was silent.

There is no life and no speech.

They stared at each other quietly, like lovers in love facing each other, and like dancers on the parting stage facing costumes, true vows, moving and desolate.

The cold wind has passed, and the cold and killing intent between heaven and earth has gradually become very weak, faint and sluggish, and weak.

The earth was full of cherry blossom petals, and not far away, the three swords looked at Honda Tadakatsu coldly, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, but they never made a move.

It was late at night.

"It's time for you to go back."

Honda Tadakatsu wiped the last tear from his cheeks, and suddenly swept away, shooting into the sky with a volley.

As soon as he left, Ah Guo suddenly threw herself into his arms, she could no longer control the fear and concern in her heart, and tears fell like rain, "You are injured." ”

"Yes."

"I can see you shouldn't be hurt, but you're hurt."

Silent without life.

"Why don't you kill him, as long as your gun comes out, his life will be reimbursed."

"Yes."

"But you'd rather be stabbed by him? Don't shoot either? ”

"Yes." Wusheng sighed, and then continued, "I didn't kill him, and he didn't kill me." ”

He gently stroked the dozen wounds on his body, and said, "The part of his hand is very light, and it is not enough to kill a person." ”

"He doesn't want to kill you."

"Yes, because he's also afraid of losing an opponent like me."

Ah Guo doesn't understand.

She does not solve the friendship between the fighters, which is rarely found in books, and it is difficult to portray the real and bleak side of each of them.

Not far away, three people stood coldly, staring coldly at Wusheng, "The gun god is lifeless?" ”

"Yes."

"Why did you let Honda Tadakatsu go?"

Silent without life.

He reached the man in one step, and slowly retracted the gun.

The man's eyes were high, and his hands were firmly attached to the hilt of the sword, and then suddenly he stopped moving.

The other two suddenly fell back two feet, and then suddenly fell, slipping like soft noodles.

Ah Guo's body no longer moved, and his eyes no longer opened.

The night is darker.

The color of loneliness is even stronger, and the sky and earth are filled with the fragrance of cherry blossoms.

Wusheng's eyes stared and poked at the bones of the two people not far away, as if he wanted to kill them again.

Ah Guo hugged Wusheng tightly, panting violently.

"I'm scared." She struggled to say it.

Wusheng Rourourou hugged him, "You don't have to be afraid, we'll be fine." ”

"I'm afraid of you."

"Why are you afraid of me?"

"You kill faster and harder than they do."

Silent without life.

"You don't kill Honda Tadashikatsu, but you release the killing machine on these four swords."

"Yes."

"Then are you also satisfied now and don't want to kill?" Ah Guo suddenly stared at Wusheng's cheek in surprise, waiting for him to continue.

Wusheng sighed, "I will never be satisfied with killing." ”

Ah Guo was silent and exhaled heavily.

She was completely relieved, because Oda Nobunaga would find him at any time and fight him desperately.

Wouldn't it be dangerous if his murderous intentions were satisfied now and he didn't want to kill again?

Wusheng caressed her body and sighed deeply.

He understood the girl's heart very well, but he couldn't help more.

Ah Guo gasped and stared at the night, "Are we waiting for someone to come over now?" ”

"Yes."

At the end of the street came a woman slowly.

The heavy makeup on her face was very heavy, her clothes were very small, and her ass was writhing very much, so she bowed deeply when she came over, "There is a disappointment, a sin and a sin, please forgive more, please forgive more." ”

"You're coming over and inviting us to a show?"

The woman smiled and nodded.

The heavy makeup on his cheeks had concealed his true face, "Yes, right ahead." ”

Wusheng nodded.

She gently bowed her hand, "Your Excellency, please come with me." ”

Wusheng nodded.

Ah Guo couldn't stand it anymore, she knew that after the past, she would definitely encounter a lot of trouble.

In the distance, I could see the happy shadow on the lattice door.

The woman leading the way pulled the lattice door open and bowed down with a smile, "Please go in and enjoy." ”

It was indeed a treat, with more than a dozen gorgeously dressed geta, stepping on clogs, combing all kinds of buns, and dancing on the famous white beats of Fuso.

Wearing a golden sword, accompanied by small drums, flutes, and copper bowls, he danced leisurely.

One person is sitting quietly on a tatami mat, gazing at the dance.

The half-moon bun was pulled up high, unneatly combed, and there were traces of vomiting everywhere on the wide robe.

The man didn't seem to see the lifeless coming in.

A middle-aged man with a cold face and a nervous expression introduced Wusheng into a long case on the side, "Please enjoy." ”

Wusheng didn't enjoy it, and he didn't sit down.

Ah Guo stared at the drunken man, but he was thinking in his heart.

This person is Oda Nobunaga? The daimyo of the Owari generation?

The cheeks were bloated and dull, sluggish and ugly, and the body was no better, the round body had long been deformed, and the belly was high and bulging, as if it could hold a hundred or ten catties of sake.

He fumbled for the glass, only to find that he was holding an empty glass, and several courtesans were still writhing their buttocks frantically, as if they wanted to release every ounce of strength in their bodies.

The middle-aged man poured the wine gently, leaned lightly to the side, and stood solemnly on one side.

Ah Guo looked at the drunk man and suddenly said, "You are Oda Nobunaga?" ”

The man smiled and said nothing.

Ah Guo blinked and sighed secretly, he couldn't imagine that this person was so drunk.

The middle-aged man has the opposite figure of a drunkard, there is no decent piece of meat to be found on his thin cheeks, and his half-moon-shaped hair is pulled up high, and it is extremely neat and decently combed.

A pair of eyes appeared gloomy and cold.

Although there is a smile on his face, it cannot give rise to a trace of warmth.

Ah Guo barely squeezed out a smile, "He came to us just to watch the woman twist her ass, but he himself was drunk." ”

"Yes."

"He's also really good at taking care of people." Ah Guo took a shallow sip of wine and smiled, "But it doesn't seem to take care of himself." ”

"Yes." The middle-aged man walked over gently, poured a glass of wine for Ah Guo, and laughed on the side.

Ah Guo smiled, "Who are you?" ”

"People who love dancing, so I'm here."

"You can dance too? Can you dance the white beat? Ah Guo smiled, a little disbelieving.

The middle-aged man smiled and nodded, and then poured wine for the drunkard.

The drunkard smiled, his fat and bloated cheeks suddenly trembled, and when Ah Guo saw such a person, he wanted to vomit out the overnight meal.

The middle-aged man lowered his head slightly, "How is it?" Are you satisfied? ”

The drunkard smiled and nodded, saliva from the corners of his mouth.

"What should I do if I am satisfied?"

"The old rules." The drunkard smiled a little reluctantly.

The middle-aged man nodded, slowly retreated to the low side of the wall, and took out a large bowl.

Ah Guo looked a little wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong.

The courtesan looked at them with a smile on her cheeks, smiling triumphantly and contentedly.

Standing upright like a lifeless stone statue, the stone statue will not change, and he seems to be too.

The middle-aged man stared at a large bowl of sake, quietly serving carefully on the side, his hand already holding a large jar of sake.

Ah Guo couldn't figure it out.

The drunk picked up a large bowl of sake, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, "Can you stay next time?" ”

The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head.

The drunken man nodded and drank on his back, he seemed to drink very hard and attentively.

It's the first time I've seen this kind of drinking, and this person looks a bit like drinking poison.

The middle-aged man sighed, took out a short knife from his waist, and gently placed it on the long case.

The drunkard licked his tongue, but found that the wine in the bowl had not been drunk, and his face suddenly became as ugly as a dead man, "Can you ......." ”

"No, it's the old rule." The middle-aged man bowed down and said softly.

The courtesan laughed stupidly, her body trembling slightly and magically.

Ah Guo was dumbfounded.

This drunkard clearly did not look like Oda Nobunaga, and in her impression, Oda Nobunaga at least had a soul-stirring majesty.

The drunkard put the bowl down, picked up the short knife, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, and then suddenly stabbed into the thigh.

He broke out in a cold sweat of pain, and his fat and bloated cheeks were pale and trembling, but he didn't let out a trace of exclamation.

"Well done, you're good." The middle-aged man bowed, then gave a thumbs up.

The drunkard nodded, drank the rest of the wine, and then poured on the tatami mat and vomited, he had vomited and rolled his eyes, he couldn't do it anymore.

The middle-aged man suddenly hurried over and stroked his back, "Isn't this more comfortable?" ”

"Hmm." It was as if the word had exhausted all the strength of the body.

The middle-aged man nodded, helped him to his seat, and poured another bowl of wine.

The drunkard stared at a large bowl of wine, and a face became more ugly, clumsy, and ugly.

"Can you still drink?"

The drunkard looked at the knife and nodded with a sigh of relief.

The middle-aged man bowed down and smiled, "Very good." ”

The drunkard picked up the wine, suddenly sneezed, and accidentally spilled a bowl of wine.

His face suddenly became ugly, like a frozen dead fish in the moon.

The middle-aged man bowed down and handed the short knife to the drunkard, smiling, "Do you need help?" ”

The drunkard shook his head, and he held the knife tightly, but found that his hand was shaking so badly that he could no longer hold the knife.

The middle-aged man sighed, bowed down and stretched out his hands, and retrieved the short knife, "It's better to work for you." ”

At this time, the courtesan slowly danced and floated over, smiling stupidly.

When the drunkard saw the courtesan coming, his face suddenly distorted and deformed.

Ah Guo looked a little dizzy.

Obviously he is a guest, but he is like a prisoner, he is obviously a subordinate, but he is like a jailer, he is obviously a courtesan, but he is like a high judge.

When the middle-aged man saw the courtesan coming, he suddenly fell to the ground, not daring to move.

The courtesan swung her waist and twisted her ass again, smiling sweetly and charmingly, "It's up to me." ”

When the drunkard heard this, the green tendons on his forehead jumped, and he suddenly fainted.

The courtesan's waist suddenly stopped swinging, her ass stopped writhing, and five or six musical instruments stopped not far away.

The courtesan suddenly grabbed the drunkard, and his fat, bloated body became like a piece of paper.

Ah Guo's face changed, she couldn't sit still, "The people here seem to be very strange. ”

"Yes."

"Oda Nobunaga doesn't seem to be here?"

"He's here."

Ah Guo looked everywhere, and a few people playing music not far away looked at it, "Where is he?" ”

The lifeless eyes had fallen on the courtesan, "He is Oda Nobunaga." ”

Ah Guo looked at this courtesan in surprise, with such a figure, she is undoubtedly a woman.

"You're Oda Nobunaga."

The courtesa nodded in acknowledgement and smiled, "Yes, I'm Oda Nobunaga." ”