……

In the distance, the turquoise forest is caressed by the breeze in the evening sunset.

The entrance of the Forging Knife Village.

After lingering at the door for a while, a circle of masked swordsmiths had formed around the Sorrowful Voice.

They leaned together, raised their heads, looked at the sorrowful Mingyu Xingming, who was more than two meters tall, and talked in surprise.

"Hey... This guy is so tall...! ”

"What kind of knife do you have to use? Naginata? ”

"Is it a pillar..."

It seems that these swordsmiths have never seen the Sorrowful Island Xingming himself before.

"Nan None..."

The onlookers stood in the middle of the crowd, his hands folded, as calm as a rock—without saying a word.

At the same time, Grief Mingyu also noticed Tanjuro, who was standing far away and was about to squeeze in through the gate.

His white eyes looked in Tanjuro's direction and nodded slightly.

- The vitality is several times stronger than the last time I saw it.

- Happens... What's up?

He was born blind, but he forged an incomparable sense of perception the day after tomorrow.

Recalling the sudden momentary exuberance of Tanjuro that he had noticed at the Zhuhe meeting, Grief Mingyu felt more and more puzzled.

Yin, who came with the two of them on his back, was supporting each other and slowly left the neighborhood.

Then.

"Everyone! Let's do it all! ”

"Two over there!"

A man with a fiery mask squeezed out of the crowd at the door, and he waved his hand at Grief Mingyu Xingming and Tanjuro:

"The two of you are also the pillars who came to forge the sword this time!"

"Please follow me——!"

Without saying more, he waved his hand and led the two to squeeze away from the surrounding crowd.

……

on the streets.

On both sides are neatly arranged, mostly two-storey houses, and the sound of striking iron can be faintly heard on the open first floor.

Tanjuro and Sorrowful Mingyu walked all the way, and everyone who passed by looked at them in surprise.

"Are both of you coming to Forging Knife Village for the first time?"

"It's all fresh faces, I haven't seen them before."

The man in the mask of the funny fire man spoke in a high tone, and he kept saying:

"You two can call me Iron Skill."

"I'm the assistant to the village chief, and I'm also a swordsmith - my knife forging skills are second only to the village chief!"

Tie Qiao walked in front of the two, and the light from the houses on the side of the street sprinkled on his red fire man mask, and the two round pattern eyes looked particularly joyful:

"There's already a pillar in the guest room, everyone should know it."

"It's not early, so you two can go to the guest room to rest first."

But under his endless talk, the response was only the occasional "Nanwu" from Sorrow Mingyu.

Soon, Tie Qiao stopped in front of a building, and he turned around:

"This is where you live tonight, and there is a hot spring nearby, so I won't bother for now, goodbye."

With that, Tie Qiao bowed to the two of them, and then strolled away along the street.

……

The night is getting darker.

The moon rises from the sky, and the streets gradually light up with a warm light.

Guest room on the second floor.

Tan Shilang and Grief Mingyu Xingming stood in front of the guest room, silent for a long time.

"Mr. Zaomen..."The first to break this silence was the sorrowful Mingyu Xingming.

He slightly held the Buddhist beads in his hand, and his tone was apologetic:

"Ahh

Bei Mingyu said, two more lines of tears flowed out of his eyes, and his strong body seemed to make his tear ducts become developed at the same time:

"What happened last time... I'm sorry..."

"At the Pillar Meeting..."

As he spoke, he suddenly fell silent for a moment, and the rosary in his hand stopped.

At the last column meeting.

In fact, in Tanjuro's body, he faintly saw his own figure.

The former self was also extremely thin.

Those children, also because of their thinness, choose to run away when they encounter ghosts, instead of hiding behind themselves.

Smack.

He flicked the rosary in his hand.

He didn't choose to trust Tanjuro when he was at the Pillar Meeting.

"It's fine." Tanjuro took a step forward, he walked into the guest room, put his hand on the door, and glanced back at the sorrowful island standing in place:

"I probably understand your thoughts, and if it were me, I would have done the same."

Sorrowful Mingyu Xingming was slightly stunned, he looked up at Tanjuro's back, and the two lines of tears never stopped:

“… Minami none. ”

He bowed his head slightly, raised the rosary in his hand, and pressed it against his forehead:

"Amitabha..."

Hearing the chanting of the Sorrowful Island, Tanjuro turned around and opened the door of the guest room.

Squeak——!

Inside the house.

Bang!

Somewhat flustered, the red-flame figure hurriedly put down the pot in his hand and subconsciously glanced back at the door of the guest room.

In the bright room, a table is placed horizontally in the middle of the room.

Under the light, the purgatory Maki Juro, whose hair was extremely bright, looked at the door in surprise, holding a pot in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were glowing with water.

The three of them, Tanjuro of the stove, Grief Mingyu, and Maki Shoulang of Purgatory, looked at each other.

Half a day.

“… I drink tea. Maki Shoulang looked at the three of them in a daze, he raised the pot in his hand, and coldly popped out such a sentence.

Tanjuro didn't speak, he silently walked into the room and sat down in the corner.

Grief Mingyu Xingming followed closely, closed the door casually, and silently recited "Nanwu".

Tanjuro is quiet by nature.

Grief Mingyu silently chanted the scriptures.

Maki Jurou felt a little guilty for his previous decadence, and he held the neck of the teapot silently.

Time.

The atmosphere in the room, slightly stiff.

……

……

Meanwhile.

The village of forging knives is not far away.

In the dark forest.

The moonlight shines through the gaps between the leaves and falls on the ground, faintly shining.

Bones.

A white porcelain pot suddenly appeared on the ground and swayed slightly.

The sound of self-talk echoed in the pot.

"What's going on with that guy in the middle of the dog...?" The sound of the jade pot sounded, and it looked very strange in the dark forest:

"Why haven't you come here yet...?!"

As he spoke, the pitch-black pot at the entrance of the cave slammed twice on the ground as if angry.

But soon, he calmed down.

"Well... That's what I want..."

Creak...

As a pair of immature pale hands poked out of the spout, the jade pot came out of the pot in a strange posture.

He straightened up, his yellow pupils at the place of his mouth reflecting the brightly lit town not far away.

"I'm enough for a human stronghold..."

The tone of the jade pot became more and more excited, and he shook his body sickly:

"After all, I'm the wind!"

The next moment.

Swish!

With the pot, the jade pot disappeared into the forest.

……

In the guest room.

Purgatory Maki Jurou sat at the table, he took out his former Hinawa sword, the unsheathed blade reflecting his thick eyebrows.

What should have been a sharp blade has now become pitted.

Then.

Bang Dang!

On the ceiling, there was a sudden crisp crashing sound.

It seems to be - the collision of porcelain and tiles.

in the room.

The three of them, Grief Mingyu, Maki Shoulang, and Tanjulang, quickly glanced at each other.