Koihime stares at the trail not far away.

The trail was littered with broken bones and trees, and the cold wind swept by, and the fallen leaves on the ground danced, drifting into the distance with the smell of blood.

"Who are you?"

"I'm not human." The sound was extremely strange, low and long.

Huyihime's mouth was dry and bitter.

The wind blew, the hair on the bones rose and fell, the sword in his hand was gone, and the blood was slowly flowing from his throat, slowly, more and more slowly.

When a leaf falls, it falls into a pool of blood, and it never wants to fly again.

Hu Yiji held Wusheng's hand tightly, she hoped that Wusheng would wake up soon, she really couldn't stand it.

"You look like you're uncomfortable."

Lake Yiji nodded.

She felt uncomfortable, and she would collapse and collapse at any moment.

"I'm not feeling well, aren't you feeling well?" Hu Yiji looked around, but there was no figure around.

The cold wind swept and the fallen leaves fluttered.

There was a strange grinding sound on the ground, and Hu Yiji was trying to find out where this sound was, but found that the crystal coffin had arrived.

Then he stopped motionless on the side.

"This coffin is very good, and it is said that many nobles have a hard time enjoying such treatment."

"Yes." Hu Yiji stared at the moonlight, and the sadness in her eyes was even stronger, "It's really good to have such a coffin." ”

"Are you willing to die in it?"

"Yes, I would like to die in it." Hu Yiji smiled again, "It's a pity that you are too stingy." ”

"This coffin isn't good?"

"The coffin is good, but unfortunately there is only one mouth, aren't you stingy?"

There was laughter between heaven and earth, this kind of sound was not good, and Hu Yiji felt that her mouth was sour, sour and bitter.

"You're really different, even the coffin is picky."

Hu Yiji blinked and smiled, "It's not comfortable for people to live, why don't you make yourself comfortable after you die." ”

"You have a point, you're not a stupid woman."

"Did you promise to send us another coffin?" Hu Yiji stared at the bones on the side, and the blood in her throat flowed more slowly.

"No, it won't." Suddenly, a man stood not far away.

One man, one sword.

The cold man, the cold sword, the coldest thing may be those eyes, his eyes look at everything, as if they are all the same, as if they are all damned people under his sword.

He was staring at the neck of the lake-clothed hime, staring coldly.

"Why should I give you another coffin?" This person stared at Hu Yiji coldly, and did not smile, it seemed that it was not easy for a smile to appear on his cheeks, because no matter who could see, this person was not the kind of person who liked to laugh.

No matter what kind of joke it is, in the eyes of this person, it may be bullshit, or even bullshit.

"Aren't you stingy? It is said that stingy people are not very happy. Hu Yiji smiled slightly.

Her smile is the same for anyone, it is so gentle and beautiful that people can't give birth to a trace of disgust and disgust.

This man had a straight face, facing the moonlight, as if he was contemplating, and after a long time, he stared at Hu Yiji, and suddenly said, "Do you think I seem to have been a happy person?" ”

Huyi Ji exhaled, she had to admit that it was strange for a person with such cheeks to be happy.

"You don't look like a happy person."

The man nodded, "Are you a woman Takeda Shingen hasn't relied on for three years?" Lake-clothed hime? ”

Hu Yiji nodded in acknowledgement.

In front of this person, it seemed that it was difficult to have the ability to refuse to answer, and there was no courage to refuse to answer, so she could only nod.

The man nodded again, suddenly stared at the body of the lake clothes and sighed deeply, "You are a beauty, and Takeda Shingen is a wood." ”

Huyi Ji blushed, smiled softly, and was silent.

She had rarely seen such a person, and what was going on in the heart of such a person was really unimaginable.

The heart of this kind of person seems to have been completely covered by a cold and cold appearance.

"Takeda Shingen is a wood who doesn't understand the amorous style, isn't he?" The corners of this man's mouth actually showed a hideous look.

Hu Yiji nodded, and suddenly said, "But I like this piece of wood, and I like this kind of incomprehensible energy." ”

The man nodded, and stared at the moonlight again, as if in contemplation, this time without saying a word for a long time.

It's a strange person, strange and cold.

Such a cold person has few friends and few lovers, and perhaps he has long forgotten where his relatives are.

He's nothing more than a ronin, a homeless ronin.

Most of the ronins are very lustful, except for this, it is the love of the sword, this love of the sword is not the same as the love of the samurai, because this love of the sword, yes, the madwoman, the love of the unreasonable, intoxicated, the kind of love of the samurai is dignified, and the dignity of the samurai's kendo is sacred, great and inviolable.

The blood on the tip of the sword was dripping and slowly sheathed.

Holding the sword in both hands, his expression looked cold and gloomy, but there was no trace of tiredness or disgust.

Most ronins suffer from boredom and weariness, because perennial rootless wandering is indeed a painful torment, and there is no such torment on his cheeks, not a single one.

Years of wandering have not made him feel a little tired, nor can they make him a little tired.

The leaves are falling and the cold wind becomes bleak and desolate.

Wusheng didn't wake up, why didn't this person come and make a move? Could it be that he had another reason?

Hu Yiji wanted to say something, but the corners of her mouth seemed to be frozen.

The man said coldly, "Whatever you want, just say it." ”

Hu Yiji nodded, gasping and said, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm not human." A forest leaf floated past his body, but the man's body did not move, but the fallen leaves were dead and drooping, and when they fell, they no longer undulated, and he continued, "I am a ghost of spring." ”

The name also seems to have a kind of magic, a terrifying and timid power.

Hu Yiji only felt as if her breathing had stopped, and her blood seemed to have congealed.

This person is almost the same as the name of the Fish Killing Emperor, and they both have a kind of mystery and horror, which is terrifying.

Hu Yiji nodded, and suddenly said, "Why don't you talk, don't you think it's boring to stand like this?" ”

The ghost of Kasuga didn't look at the lake Yihime, still staring at the moonlight, and said lightly, "Say whatever you want, I didn't stop you." ”

"You came all the way here just to see the moonlight?"

Kasuga-ichiki suddenly said, "I'm here to kill the lifeless." ”

The corners of Hu Yiji's eyes suddenly twitched slightly, "Then why don't you come to kill?" ”

"Because I know there's no chance of killing him." Kasuga Kazuki nodded, and continued, "I'm a ronin, not a samurai, and life is far more important to us than any gold. ”

Hu Yiji didn't understand, "He can't move now, isn't it a good opportunity for you to start?" ”

A ghost in the spring suddenly lowered his head, and a forest leaf floated away from him, and suddenly floated back, falling deadly, "This is definitely not a good opportunity." ”

Hu Yiji was surprised, didn't believe it, and was stunned.

This person is actually more careful than the man just now, maybe he is right, ronins and samurai are very different, samurai can show life for dignity, show everything, but ronin is different, ronin can show dignity for life, show everything, life is indeed very important to them.

This statement is very sharp, but I have to admit that it is also a real problem.

Samurai have great power and enjoy the admiration and respect of others, but what about ronin? What do they have? Maybe only life.

Life is their only and all they are.

Hu Yiji sighed, stared at the fallen leaves, and continued, "Isn't this a good chance?" ”

"By no means." A ghost in the spring suddenly stared at lifeless, motionless lifeless.

Hu Yiji smiled, "You still know how to kill, you seem to know a lot better than others." ”

"Maybe."

"You're going to wait until the best opportunity to make a move?"

Kasuga Kazuki didn't answer the question, but said something strange, "Do you know why I didn't kill Musui?" ”

Lake Yi Ji is different, so shake her head.

In the face of such people's questions, it seems that they can only answer them well, and they cannot avoid them.

The sword in the palm of this kind of person is obviously in the sheath, but it can be pulled out at any time, and as long as it is pulled out, it must be when the opponent falls.

No matter who it is, it is difficult to escape the pursuit of that sword.

"I'm not a stupid person on the ground, I will do it when I see an opportunity, that kind of person should have died sooner." Kasuga Kazuki paused, and then continued, "Do you believe in one thing or not?" ”

Hu Yiji smiled, "What's the matter?" ”

"As long as I get closer, Wusheng will definitely wake up."

Hu Yiji didn't believe it, but she didn't speak, just smiled.

Kasuga Ichiki walked over slowly, but he didn't get close, and stood far away.

Hu Yi Ji was surprised.

He miraculously opened his eyes, and then he struggled to breathe, struggled, and stood upright, like a stone statue.

Lake Yiji laughed in surprise.

"You're awake!"

"Yes." Wusheng faced the ghost of the spring day, and his empty eyes stared at and poked this person like spears, as if he wanted to poke this person to death on the ground.

Hu Yiji smiled, "What this person said really makes some sense. ”

"What did he say?" Wusheng caressed the back of the lake-clothed hime.

Hu Yiji smiled even more, "He said that as long as you get close to here, you will wake up." ”

"Yes." Lifeless eyes stared at the sword of the ghost of the spring day again, "The sword is not out of the sheath, the killing opportunity has appeared, a good sword, a good sword." ”

Kasuga nodded his head, the muscles on his cheeks twitched slightly, and a pair of cold eyes stared coldly at the gun in Wusheng's hand, "Your gun is also a good gun." ”

"You're coming and killing me?"

Kasuga Kazuki nodded and admitted, "I'm here to kill you, and you've already brought your coffin." ”

The coffin was on the side, glittering in the moonlight.

Crystal coffins are not common, and many people may not have seen them once in their lives, which shows how precious they are.

"You brought this to me?"

"It's not." The cold gaze of the spring ghost stared at the corpses on the ground again, and the vicious color on the corners of his mouth became even stronger, "We are in a group." ”

"You killed this man?"

"I don't like him." Kasuga's eyes were staring at Wusheng again, and he said word by word, "They can't." ”

He spoke simply, directly, and briefly, and it was clear that he was not a muddy person and did not like to grind his teeth.

"Why don't you like them?" Lake Yiji suddenly wanted to know the problem inside.

"Because I don't like them." Kasuga Ichiki stared at the dark red pool of blood, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "It's as simple as that." ”

Koi Ji smiled.

She suddenly felt that this person was very interesting, this person was not hypocritical, nor treacherous, nor contrived.

He said it simply, and how many people understand that it is not simple, and there may be many incomprehensible and unbelievable things in this simplicity.

Wusheng sighed, "You can kill me now, I can accept you to kill me at any time." ”

The smile on Huyiji's face condensed, and she was surprised, "Your injury is so serious, you still have to ...... with him?" ”

Wusheng nodded, "Yes, because I know that there is one thing that is not easy. ”

Kasuga's hand suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword, staring at the lifeless body, staring at the gun, staring at the hand.

Pale hands, pitch-black guns.

"Which point?"

The cold wind swept by, and the fallen leaves flew into the distance.

The two didn't move, staring at each other, understanding each other.

The sword was not unsheathed, and the gun was not shot.

Hu Yiji has already felt an invisible murderous intent, an invisible murderous aura.

Fallen leaves are flying all over the sky, and rapids pierce the sky.

"Waiting is not a pleasant thing, whether it is killing or being killed, it is not pleasant."

"You're right, and I think so."

"So you can come and kill me, and I'm not going to slip away."

The pupils of a ghost in the spring day contracted, his arm trembled slightly, and the blue tendons in the corners of his forehead twitched violently, and for a long time, he suddenly said, "Are you injured?" ”

"Yes, and it's badly wounded."

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

"What's the joy of life? Why be afraid of death? Waiting is not an easy task, so I don't want my opponent to wait to kill me. ”

Kasuga Kazuki nodded, "Don't worry, I'm not a samurai, I'll make a move, and I will never let go of the slightest opportunity to kill you." ”

Wusheng nodded and said nothing.

Kasuga didn't say a word.

The two of them were speechless, and being speechless was not the beginning of the duel?

Hu Yiji's body couldn't help twitching, gritting her teeth to control herself, but she couldn't do it, she fell under the icy cold wind, her life was already very fragile, and she would die at any time.

When she fell, her hand opened the cloak easily, and she could only watch as the cloak rose violently before parting with herself.

Wusheng sighed, and he suddenly reached out to grab her body, and his hand suddenly pressed to his back.

His body suddenly trembled violently, and he seemed to fall down at any moment, but he didn't fall.

Wusheng gritted his teeth, his arms trembled violently, and his eyes stared at and poked at the spring ghost like a gun, "Isn't it time for you to make a move?" ”

"Maybe."

"I'm waiting for you to make a move."

"You're really bold, you're actually healing someone else's wounds?" The ghost of spring is slowly approaching, walking very slowly and slowly, and the viciousness at the corners of his mouth is even more intense.

"Yes."

"You're really impatient, but I'm still going to kill you."

Silent without life.

He was still standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand, staring and poking at the ghost of Kasuga with empty eyes.

There seems to be a kind of person in heaven and earth, no matter how much pain and torture he encounters, he will not want to bend him in the slightest.

Hu Yiji struggled to open her eyes, and then she saw a bright sword blade stabbing against the lifeless body, and blood dripped from the blade.

His body was still standing like a stone statue, and there was no expression on his rock-like cheeks, neither a hint of pain nor a hint of sadness.

The cold cheeks of the spring ghost were already flushed, and he was already excited.

"How? Isn't it comfortable? ”

Wusheng gritted his teeth and was silent.

His hand was still resting on Hu Yiji's body, and he didn't leave for a moment, he knew very well in his heart that if he took it away now, her life might be gone.

Hu Yiji cried bitterly, "Why don't you let go, so that both of us will die, I can't do it anymore, you let go quickly, I don't want to drag you down ......." ”

The blood on the blade of the sword was still drifting, and Wusheng gritted his teeth, "I won't let go." ”

Kasuga Ichiki stared coldly at the blood that slipped from the blade of the sword, and said coldly, "He won't let go." ”

Lake-clothed Ji gritted her teeth and stared at the ghost of Kasuga, "You ......." ”

Kasuga Ichiki nodded, "I didn't expect that that trick would really work, and I could actually stab the spear god." ”

Silent without life. Cold sweat drifted from the corners of the forehead more.

Kasuga's ghost stared at Wusheng, "Are you a spear god Wusheng?" ”

"Yes."

"Now that you're going to be the Grim Reaper, what are your last words?"

Wusheng gritted his teeth, "I just want to say one word." ”

"You say, I'll listen." Kasuga Ichiki stared at Wusheng's violently twitching cheeks, and gradually became wheezing, as if he was very proud.

"Why didn't you stab me?"

"Why should I stab you?" Kasuga-ichi-oni stared at the scattered blood, as if he had become very proud, "If I stab you to death, I won't have to play." ”

"Looks like a smug now?"

"Yes, shouldn't I be complacent?"

He should indeed be proud, and whoever wants to stab a sword into the Spear God's lifeless body is not an easy task, but something to be proud of.

Isn't this the greatest pursuit of every person who practices swords?

There was no smile on his cheeks, but the pride in his heart was rising and falling violently.

"You should have been so proud, but now you seem to be disappointed."

Kasuga Kazuki didn't understand, "Why should I be disappointed?" Can you still kill me? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an expression on his cheeks, pain, surprise, and disbelief.

He didn't believe he would die.

When this person fell, Hu Yiji saw the lifeless gun, which was slowly retracting, and it was retracting very slowly.

Blood trickled down from the tip of the spear.

Hu Yiji barely squeezed out a smile and tried to say, "You've won." ”

Silent without life.

The sword on the body is there, and the blood on the blade is still drifting.

"You beat him." Koihime struggled to break free of his hand and gripped it tightly.

His body trembled, but the hand was so calm and steady that she laughed excitedly.

"You're really crazy, you're so crazy every time?"

"Maybe."

Lake-clothed Ji stared at the bones of a ghost in the spring and sighed secretly, "He shouldn't have died, but he is dead." ”

"Yes, he really doesn't deserve to die." Wusheng tried to breathe, gritted his teeth, and the sword on his body suddenly flew straight into the sky, and disappeared in a flash.