Sakurajima Country,

The eleventh year of Maharaja Abe's reign,

The people have no means of making a living

Famine and calamity ravaged this narrow land of about 15 square kilometers.

After the natural disaster, there was a man-made disaster, and since then, the Sakurajima country, bandits have been rampant, and thieves are rampant.

Emiya Masaaki has had no parents for as long as he can remember.

Seven-year-old and a nine-year-old child depend on each other.

In another year, the thieves attacked, and in the middle of summer, the two people who fled from all over the place followed the victims all the way.

Their clothes stink, but no one cares about them.

People are just running for their lives. They don't care if they're wearing Ashima or Armani

The clattering hooves of the horses, accompanied by the evil laughter of the horse bandits, rushed forward.

"Big brother, we've finally caught up with a group of people, hehe,"

Voices were heard not far away.

"Ah,"

Someone at the back of the line was screaming,

"Run," Emiya's brother shouted.

The two of them rushed forward, and when they saw someone slipping towards the mountain, they went too.

The mountain was no more than 200 meters high, the grass was high and the trees were abundant, and the two of them held hands and fled for their lives with five or six adults.

The clattering hooves of the horses are coming quickly,

Harvesting the lives of the seven who ran.

"Ah~"

Behind him, one man let out a scream and fell to the ground with a thud, blood bursting out.

"Phew,"

The two horse thieves wore yellow clothes and tied a red scarf around their heads.

The five people on the field were already surrounded.

"Please, don't kill the children,"

Before one of them could finish speaking, he was slashed with a horizontal knife and lost his life.

The horses' hooves swirled in the eyes of Emiya Masaaki, and the horse thieves laughed and let out a cheerful and comfortable sound.

I'm afraid for them to kill just for fun.

"Leave me alone"

With a puff of a knife, another person was drenched in blood.

Time passed quietly, and Wei Gong Zhengying's elder brother kept his chest and arms open, protecting the sentient beings who squatted down to look at the sentient beings under this Shura purgatory.

He covered his face with his hands, his body trembled, and he only hoped that the horse thief would kill him sooner.

Hurry, hurry, ahhhhh His body trembled, and he muttered helplessly in his heart.

Boom, from the gap between his fingers, Emiya Masamei saw a horse thief spurting blood to the ground, and the horse fled in fright.

"Who are you?"

He heard a thief turn his horse and shout.

"My name is Wei Gong Qiqing, and I am here to take your lives today."

A man stared coldly and silently, holding a long sword, the sword was sixty centimeters long, and the sword body was silver-white, like a white mirror reflecting this Shura prison.

He, dressed in a pure black kendo uniform, looked coldly at the thieves on horseback,

One step into the air, a sharp slash, Wei Gong Zhengying only saw two round things falling to the ground, and when he looked closely, he knew that it was the head of a thief.

"Kill,"

One of the horse thieves shouted, and all the horse thieves rose up and killed Wei Gong Qingben one after another.

However, the man who drank and killed changed directions and wanted to gallop his horse.

With a long stroke, the horse thieves were all cut off before they even had time to react.

Seeing the horse thief at the head of the leader, he hurried away and slashed in an instant.

Before the horse thief could urge the horse to hurry, a light and shadow passed under his eyes, and the horse thief's eyes actually fell downward, and he saw his hand urging the horse to stand up, and the horse stepped forward and fell his whole body backwards.

Then he rolled around a few times and came to the crotch of the two children.

Then his world went completely dark.

Wei Gong Qiqing came to the two helpless children,

He looked sadly at the two war-torn children,

"I am the thirty-fourth generation descendant of the way of the song nose, Weigong Qiqing, you will follow me in the future."

thereafter

The seven-year-old boy became Emiya Masashi, and the brother who was with him became Emiya Masashi.

。。。。。。

The white clouds and dogs are uncertain.

The world is changing, and it's hard to think.

Sakurajima country, years of war, the collapse of the country and the chaos of the people, the princes rose up,

The Genji clan under the support of the way of the song nose, the source of the pure phase, unified the southern border, and the northern country of Nobio Yuji, divided the court.

The two borders signed a covenant to quell the chaos and stop the war, and since then the truce has been recuperated, and the people have finally rested.

With the army, Emiya Masaaki and his elder brother Emiya Masashi made great achievements and became the imperial swordsmen of Genji.

And the song nose kendo is also listed by Genji as the national sword technique.

。。。。。。

The north wind is blowing fiercely, and the snow is heavy,

This is the first year of the founding of the Yuan Jing Xiang and the first year of the Maharaja Jing Xiang.

"At the beginning of the country, the people's livelihood, the heavens are sealed

The 43rd generation of the Yuan Jing Xiang of the Wu Gen clan is the king, the king is sanctified, leading the monarchs, protecting the territory and the people, and the country and the people

The second seal of the song nose sword, help the danger and save the world, loyal to the monarch to serve the country, special enlightenment of the holy monarch, the seal of the palace is the right time, the guard palace is the national swordsman,"

Genji Nanguo began the founding ceremony,

The temple is ten meters high, the fragrant wood red candle case platform, the song of the dance song, a man in white dances,

"Oh, heaven is gracious, earth begets country,

Oh, people have a master, and they live

.......”

Playing the xylophone, playing the copper plate, knocking Xiangyu, plucking the pipe,

The holy monarch is pure, the waist is tied with the belt of the bright yellow carved dragon, wearing the clothes of the black dragon and the seven stars and the nine dragons, wearing the crown of pearls and gold edges, solemn and solemn step by step, slowly walking from the first order to the top floor.

The building is 100 meters high, only the world and independent,

The Holy Monarch wants to be at the top, and he needs to think and act slowly,

The world is like the sea, and the people are like duckweed, with ups and downs

The holy monarch enlightened the heavens and conspired, set things right, and reassured the people.

As the royal swordsman of Genji, Emiya Masaaki, at this time, he was extremely retained,

Everything seems to be moving in a good direction.

However, he gave birth to three sons,

Although the eldest son is brave and wise,

Although the second son is wise and wise, he has no great wisdom, he only knows how to manipulate people's hearts, but he has no sincerity to others.

The third son is now only thirteen years old, and although he is ambitious and modest, he is young and too kind.

Long and two, time contend, although the Holy Monarch is divided into two places, but only a little to solve the urgent need.

One day,

In the Mingguang Palace,

The Holy Monarch asked,

"I will be old, I don't know who can stand up to the three sons"

The national teacher said:

"Standing up, the two sons are born, and the country will be in turmoil immediately

Standing two, so it is,

The monarch, it is difficult to establish a long one, it is better to establish a virtuous, the third son of the holy monarch of my view,

There is the ambition to unify the border, although it is good but young, when it is old, it will be a saint.

It's just that? ”

"Why?" The Holy Monarch asked.

The two sent away the guards, dispersed the maids, and whispered.

The holy king wept and mourned, and finally settled.

。。。。。。

In the fourth year of the Holy King,

Wei Gong Zhengying received the secret decree of the Holy Monarch and went to the fiefdom of the eldest son Yuan Xiangyong, Nanwu City.

Xiang Yong led the city gate, with three or five cronies and Wei Gong Zhengying, gathered on the first floor of the city,

Hui Xiang Lou.

At this time he was seventeen years old,

"I don't know, my little teacher, how did you think of coming to me." Xiang Yong smiled,

His swordsmanship is taught by Zhengying, and it is common to call Zhengying a teacher.

One sword seals the throat, two swords flatten the neck, and three swords cut through the sky

Just as Xiang Yong laughed, the three cronies died on the spot in an instant.

Emiya Masamu didn't say a word,

He looked at this disciple who had been determined to level the world,

Holding a sword, point to the last person on the field, Xiang Yong.

"Hahaha" Xiang Yong laughed loudly and shouted: "Did your father send you,

He always refused to choose me."

Xiang Yong held a sword in one hand, the sword cut through the air, and the sound of the array,

As soon as the retreat was being made, that moment

He remembered what he had said to Xiang Yong:

"Song nose kendo, pay attention to thoughtlessness and no heart, everything relies on instinct to react,

Optimistic, unintentionally cut,

No thought strike, you come and give it a try,

No, you're still too slow. ”

Zheng Ying looked at the sword just now, and he felt that this sword had no intention.

The figure flashed, and he raised the knife in his hand and destroyed Xiang Yong.

"Why, why, I haven't settled the world yet, I... I'm not reconciled. Xiang Yong fell to the ground, shook his body, his eyes were dull, his face was resolute, and he died.

Just as he was putting his sword into the sheath, he walked out of the wing room, closed the door, went down to the first floor, and went out.

The streets are still the same as they were,

Pedestrians dressed in ordinary clothes, some of them are carrying a burden to sell tea, standing on the side of the street, and children are laughing and laughing with other children, and they are walking out slowly.

The afternoon sun unhurriedly beat down the city, and under the light red light, this quiet city was covered with a thin red veil.

It was already night when Zhengying walked out of Nanwu City, and he rode to the green forest ten kilometers away.

Get together with the right time to kill the second son.

It's night, the bonfire crackles,

When I found the right time, it was late at night,

Walking on the grass path in the middle of the forest, the rustle under the feet of the maki,

"The eldest son of the Holy Monarch has been subdued," Masaki said, his tone flat as if he was saying have you eaten.

"Oh," he said, who just nodded and beckoned him to come and sit down.

After the two of them sat down, the bonfire shook in the wind, and just in time they threw a wooden stick into it, causing the fire to explode.

"Count the days, I've been with you for eight or nine years." Zheng Shi looked at his younger brother and smiled.

His voice was full of melancholy looking back.

"It's been ten years," Emiya said.

"Ten years, the days have passed so fast, brother, before you know it, it's so big,

I don't believe in what the national teacher said to you.

He said you, "Raise your head at the right time, your mouth is open and closed, today he deliberately put on a clothes of cutting the way, this clothes has the meaning of cutting evil and removing evil, and returning the law of people's hearts,

It is said that wearing this garment can surpass the dead, let all evil disperse, and make the good people show the way back to their hometown.

"He said that I was a cursed body, and that the closer I was, the more unfortunate I became,"

Emiya Masaaki interrupted his brother's speech and looked at the bonfire.

"Hey, let's be honest, the Holy Monarch sent me to kill you."

"Oh, I guessed it too."

A flicker of light,

The sword light reflected in the red flame shone in the dark green forest,

Oh, it's the sound of swords colliding.

The way of the singing nose,

No heart, no thought,

Both are supreme: the realm of thoughtlessness.

Every blow, every block fits its instincts,

The fight is not two breaths, and the two have fought for more than ten rounds.

The sword light is shadowed, in the void night, the two compete in swordsmanship, I don't know the time,

Suddenly,

A gust of wind blows hurriedly,

The breath was blown out, and there was no wood to add to the bonfire,

The night is dark, and a step sounds,

is flashing, no thoughts, the sword goes, and kills directly.

The sword pierced through the sky, piercing something soft with a single stab.

Zheng Ying's heart softened, he had been killing for many years, and naturally understood that it was the feeling of a sword piercing a human body.

It doesn't feel like swords and swords colliding, shaking hands numbly, and it doesn't feel like killing a lifeless stake, falling down with one blow.

Masaki could feel the body's function draining, and through the slight tremor coming from the blade, he felt his brother leaving.

"Hmmm, poof"

Just as he belched, he vomited blood from his mouth, he fell to the grass, and called out to his brother,

"Brother, brother"

When he heard someone call him, he remembered:

When he was a child, his brother called him that when he was not named by his master.

Withdrawing his sword, he groped out his brother's body in the night, trembling and hugging his brother,

The blood was tied around his waist, and he couldn't stop it.

"Anyway, hiss"

At that time, his face tightened, as if the wound was in severe pain, and he couldn't help but hiss.

"No matter what, if you want to live well, you have poor night vision, how many times have I told you to eat more fish,

You just don't want to. Ugh"

Just in time, he vomited another mouthful of blood.

"Get out of here, Zhengying, I brought you a pass, you can get out of here now and go to the north."

One night, while hugging his relatives, his black eyes suddenly flashed with golden light.

From day on, people leave.

At this moment, Zhengying no longer believes in the spiritual law of the way of the song nose: loyalty to the king and service to the country,

He only believes that the hoe helps the weak.

Since then, the war between the north and the south has broken out again.

As a wandering swordsman, Zhengying traveled all the way, wandering from village to village.

The bandits recurred, and every time the palace was removed, a camp was set up elsewhere.

One night, the wandering swordsman was looking for Daoxiang Village, which was no longer human, and he sighed,

I found a clean house and went to sleep.

When I woke up, the horse's hooves resounded inside and outside the village,

"Looking for food for the people, searching for me from house to house." A bandit on horseback.

The bandits dismounted and went from house to house and began to search for the people.

"Come out for me," said a gangster.

"Yikes,"

"Woo,"

After a short time, five or six old people, three or five disabled people, and seven or eight children were found.

Zheng Ying held a sword in his hand, and roughly counted the bandits through the crack in the door, there were more than thirty. All with swords.

Click,

Someone pushes the door,

He flashed away and struck the person in the abdomen.

Before the "uh" bandit could react, he was already dead.

Looking left and right, there was a bandit on each side, he rushed to the left to kill one person, and once he returned to the sword, he broke the enemy on the right.

After that, with your back to the house.

Killing, start immediately.

Masaki's sword is like a god of death and frantically harvests the battlefield.

His sword grew faster and faster, and even he didn't know that he had inadvertently learned to speak in an instant.

A few breaths, the body is ghostly, and eight bandits are killed,

"What is this," the bandit exclaimed. He had never seen a man grow so quickly.

Kill, daylight,

Zhengying killed 34 bandits, and ate rice with the old, weak, sick and disabled in the village, and then went to look for bandits to eliminate trouble.

Night after day, day after night,

Today he found a den of thieves,

One person came to the camp in person.

At this time, he has become the sword in his hand, destroying all the evils of the world.

Until, in the center of the camp, he saw a man in Daoxiang Village who was holding a long sword and a man with a missing left arm, and an old man from the same village next to him.

Zheng Ying looked at this villager, and he didn't know how this disabled man had become a thief and a horse bandit.

"If you don't do it, why do you want to be a thief." Zheng Mu shouted.

Next to him, an old man cried and laughed, saying,

"Six or seven out of ten thieves you have killed are from the village.

The war between the north and the south has been going on for several years, natural disasters have occurred occasionally, and the heavier the taxes, so some people can't bear it and become thieves.

This thief is involved in a wide range of things,

We were either requisitioned by the officials or robbed by bandits.

Now, at last, he has become a thief,

Hahahaha

If you want to kill, you will kill, and what is there to talk about. ”

With that, the two rushed to kill.

One hit kills,

Wei Gong Zhengying, holding his face and trembling, he looked at the blood-stained earth in disbelief, and he didn't know what it was to help the weak with a hoe.

What am I doing, what am I going to do, where am I now,

I don't know, I don't know.

In the future, I no longer believe in the way of singing the nose, how can there be any loyalty to the king and the country in this world, hoeing the strong and helping the weak,

I cut the song nose, and the future sword will be the song nose cut the road.

。。。。。。

The battle between the north and the south finally ended at the foreign enemy, and a group of gods who came out of nowhere could take people's lives from a distance of 100 meters.

They found it, from time to time shining with golden pupils, and people sang the soothing dragon text,

And tell him:

You are our countrymen, you are a half-breed,

You're from the Nibelungen.

。。。。。。

Emiya Masaaki woke up again,

I don't know where I was, a man with golden eyes and black hair in front of him muttered to Long Wen,

The dragon text he chanted somehow calmed the blood in Zhengying's body.

"Emiya Masaaki, are you in confusion,

You killed your brothers, destroyed your disciples, betrayed your country, and finally killed all living beings who were powerless to serve the people.

Do you feel guilty," Ming Fei said resolutely, his voice serious and flamboyant, confident and leader-like.

"What are you?"

Wei Gong Zheng came with a sword in his hand, but Ming did not dodge it with a flash.

"It seems to me that you have done nothing wrong,

It's the world's fault that the world is not good,

I want to build a kingdom free from strife and war, and I want you to join it. ”

Ming Fei sang Longwen: Pacify, it eats and soothes, babbling and drinking.

Emiya Masaaki seemed to see a hope at this moment that he had never seen before,

He wanted to kneel down and perform the courtesy of a king.

"Don't kneel, you will be your king in the future, and no one will make you kneel, that's what I said."

Ming Fei's golden pupils shone more and more, and under that drink, Zhengying no longer knelt.

Concentrate:

In the Jin Dynasty, the Wuling people fished for their business. Walk around the river, forget the distance of the road. Suddenly, the peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps between the shore, there are no miscellaneous trees in it, the fragrant grass is delicious, the fallen flowers are colorful, and the fishermen are very different. Moving forward again, I want to exhaust the forest.

The Paradise is also the Nibelungen ---- Guderian.