"Lao Du...... Brother Du, it's my Gu Yuan! ”

The remnants of the wall fell crookedly, the tiles that slipped down fell into powder, and between the wreckage of the people on the ground, the old man with a white beard slowly put Du Yichu in his arms on the ground.

After feeding the healing pill, Du Yichu heard someone calling, and finally had a little consciousness, slowly opened his eyes, his blurred vision focused on his old friend's face, and a smile squeezed out from his mouth and nose full of black blood.

"How did you find this place......

"I've been here for a few days, looking for you."

The person who came was Liang Guyuan, who got the edict from Su Chen, and rushed to Shengkang non-stop, and smuggled to Wadao through the relationship on the green forest.

But this archipelago is as big as a state, and it is not easy to find a person who has not been heard from for three years, and when he is at a loss, he inquires that the camp of the Japanese people has been burned repeatedly, and he is probably sure that only his old friend can do this.

He searched all the way through the burned camp of the Japanese people, and when he passed by this side tonight, he heard the movement of people competing on this mountain, although he was not sure whether it was the person he was looking for, he still came to have a look.

There is this scene.

Du Yichu looked at his old friend's worried expression, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and patted the back of the other party's hand.

"You and I, old fellows, add up to our age...... They are almost 200 years old...... Can't make ...... Such a child's affection. ”

Liang Guyuan said while suppressing his injuries for him, conditioning the pills he had taken, and exerting his medicinal properties: "The older you get, the more you value friendship, let's group of old people, and now there are still a few people alive, just you and me, if you don't have it anymore, I am left with a lonely grandmaster in the world, how lonely." ”

He paused.

"Brother Du, what do you think, running here alone to fight with the Japanese people? What, do you want to be a hero for the country and the people? ”

"Hehe......" Du Yichu waved his hand weakly, and his dry mouth snorted: "How can it be so noble...... It's just a favor...... We people in the rivers and lakes never owe others, and if we have, we have to pay it back. ”

At this time, the sky was almost bright, and there was a faint cry of the Japanese people at the foot of the mountain, thinking that there was a big battle here yesterday, so that people heard the report to the government and sent people to check.

Now is not a good place, Liang Guyuan carried his old friend Du Yichu on his back, turned two steps into a step, and between a few steps, he jumped into the nearby forest, borrowed strength from a thick treetop, and the whole person fell lightly above the forest, and his footsteps quickly lit the swaying branches and leaves on the top of the tree, and flew towards the west.

On the mountainside, a series of footsteps spread up, this is a group of officials wearing the clothes of the imperial service with bamboo guns, swords to come here, see the former temple turned into a ruin, one by one dumbfounded, hurry to the ruins to search for any living people, or a search, can get some food or valuable things is also good.

As a dozen people searched through the ruins, a large tree on their right, under the cover of dense foliage, jumped lightly onto the treetops, similar to the previous Japanese assassins' outfits.

He watched everyone pass, his eyes fell on the ground of the temple courtyard, on a pool of stump and flesh, covering the corners of his mouth in the mask.

There was a snort in his mouth.

"Hattori Hanzo...... That's all you can do? Let's let Kazema Kotaro take over. ”

He didn't feel any sadness about the death of his companion, on the contrary, he also had a sense of schadenfreude, after all, there were factions among ninjas, he was the ninja leader in the Wind Demon, and Hattori Hanzo was the leader of the Iga people, Hattori was the surname, and Hanzo was a name used by the Hattori family to pass down from generation to generation.

At the moment, the person who was killed was only the third generation of Hattori Hanzo, and the real strongest was the second generation of Hattori Hanzo, known as one of the sixteen Tokugawa gods.

The reason why it's joking is because the title of Hattori Hanzo has been pressing the wind demon.

Seeing that the other party was deflated, the figure called the Wind Demon Kotaro smiled in a low way, and then disappeared into the treetops.

……

The sky was bright, and then it was noon, and in the sound of the waves roaring, Liang Guyuan carried his old friend over a mountain and came to the beach, where he had walked, and continued west along this coast, and soon reached the islands of Shikoku.

"Brother Du, you must hold on, don't close your eyes!"

"We have to go back together, what's the limit...... It's all bullshit, drink two taels of apricot blossom red, nibble on a leg of mutton, and soon you will be alive. ”

The white-haired Liang Guyuan was chattering like a child, but there was no response for a long time behind him, and when he slowed down, Du Yichu's faint voice came from behind him.

“…… Lao Liang, what is the coolest thing you have done in your life? ”

"Nonsense, of course it's a peek at the aunt taking a bath! But that was seventeen or eighteen! ”

Hearing his old friend's voice, Liang Guyuan was relieved, but then the other party followed closely behind, which made his mood sink to a low point.

"You're so dirty...... But the best thing I've ever done in my life...... That's what came to Wajima...... Kill whoever you want...... When you came, you must have seen that many of the Japanese camps had been burned......"

Du Yichu was lying on the back of the rickets, his voice was weak, and his slightly closed eyes were cloudy.

"When you get old...... Only then did I understand what kind of country ...... Coming to death...... I knew that there was such a cool thing in the world...... In the old days, in addition to practicing martial arts, I still practiced martial arts...... It's been a few decades for nothing......"

After holding on for hundreds of miles, he finally couldn't hold on.

Liang Guyuan carried his old friend on his back and walked two more miles, black blood dripped on his shoulder, and the voice behind him became weaker and weaker, and he choked up as he walked: "Don't speak...... Brother Du, keep this breath...... I...... I will take you home, and you will die in your homeland. ”

“…… Lao Liang put me down. Du Yichu patted Liang Guyuan and motioned him to stop, and then he was carefully put on the ground, supported and sat on a big rock on the shore, looking at the rough sea.

Liang Guyuan sat next to him, listening to his old friend with a confused expression, and said something intermittently.

Most of these words are about the information obtained from the intersection with the Japanese people in the past three years, and I hope that after Liang Guyuan goes back, he will tell the emperor of Xia Guo all this information, and tell the other party that his favor has been returned.

Later, he also talked about some things when he was young, such as pursuing his beloved girl, being scolded as a prodigal, and talking about Du Yichu's spirit getting better and better, and his face was full of red light.

Looking at the sea, the more he talked, the more energetic he became, his life at home, in the rivers and lakes was not smooth, he had a straight temperament all his life, offended many people, and he also ran into walls everywhere in martial arts, and was hunted down by the enemy.

He is slow to react and his mind is not flexible, but his heart to practice martial arts is extremely stubborn, his diligence is insufficient, and he also has some talents.

When people reach middle age, let him practice a set of advanced knife skills, become a master of knives on the rivers and lakes, and then have been addicted to martial arts, parents have passed away and have never returned, and when they get out, their parents' graves are overgrown with wild grass, which has always been a regret in his heart.

Now, his homeland has returned to Xia, he is already a native of Xia, and he has completely read the book he got from the emperor, and he gradually understands what his family and country are, and he has also found a goal for his amazing martial arts.

So he came to Wajima, wanting to do what he could before the time limit came.

The sun hung obliquely from the middle of the sky, and Du Yichu, who was still red just now, said and spoke, his expression became depressed, he leaned on the shoulder of his old friend and took a nap, and spit out a mouthful of black blood halfway.

Liang Guyuan wanted to be happy for him, but Du Yichu waved his hand and refused.

The distant coastline showed a little dimness, so that the west side of the sea was shrouded in a magnificent sunset, Du Yichu woke up from his slumber again, looked at the sunset on the sea with his eyes open, and pouted, as if he was saying something.

Liang Guyuan didn't hear clearly.

“…… Send me home......" Du Yichu looked at the sea to the west, pouted, slowly raised his finger, and finally a voice squeezed out: "Fallen leaves ......"

His eyes widened, and he struggled to raise his white head.

He doesn't regret coming here, the only pity is that he didn't die on the land of his hometown.

“…… Back to the roots. ”

His last voice was broken, and his raised hand hung limply.

Liang Guyuan's nose was sour, so he hugged his old friend, snuggled up to each other in the sunset, and looked at the misty clouds in the west.

……

Archipelago, Hokuriku.

The news of the wind demon Kotaro has been transmitted back to the Tianyu Palace, but everyone in the palace no longer pays attention to the death of Hattori Hanzo at this moment, or they don't care about it at all.

Because there was also a piece of news from the sea to the west of Shikoku, sent by Kaneshin Kazushi, which made the faces of everyone in the Heavenly Feather Palace heavy, and the atmosphere became depressing.

——On the East China Sea, the warships of the Xia Kingdom gathered.

(End of chapter)