Yamaguchi Rizhao looked at the woodcutter who fled in panic, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded, and after a while, Fang touched his face, shook his head with a wry smile, and laughed at himself: "This young master is handsome and dashing, suave and suave, isn't it that he hasn't brushed his teeth, hasn't taken a bath, hasn't changed his clothes, and hasn't sorted out his hair for six years! Is it so scary?"

Yamaguchi Rizhao walked to the stream at the foot of the mountain, picked up the water, washed his face, and saw in the water an unkempt man, whose rags were about to turn into strips of cloth, and which were so black that he could not see his original color was looking at him without turning his eyes.

"Who is this guy? It's ugly!" Yamaguchi Rizhao frowned and couldn't help but scold.

Immediately came back to his senses, wasn't that dirty and ugly homeless man Yamaguchi Rizhao himself?

Yamaguchi Hizhao lowered his head and sniffed the smell on his body, and couldn't help retching. After six years of not bathing, the smell of Yamaguchi's sunshine was enough to smoke nine elephants.

Looking at his black hands and feet again, Yamaguchi Rizhao felt sick. In the volcanic underground, water is a precious resource. About 100 drops of spring water fall from the crater every day, and they don't drop anymore at the third watch.

There is not enough water to drink in the sunshine of the mountain pass, where is there extra water to wash your hands, let alone wash your feet. When he fell into the crater, Yamaguchi Rizhao was dressed in tattered clothes and a pair of rag shoes on his feet.

In the first year underground, Yamaguchi's shoes, robes, and pants were rotten and he could no longer wear them.

Yamaguchi took off his shoes, clothes, and pants, put them in a corner, carefully kept them, and put them on when he was ready to go out.

Yamaguchi Rizhao is bare-chested, barefoot, and bare-chested in fart clothes at the bottom of the volcano to practice martial arts, hunting, no matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, just living naked. Fortunately, there is only one person at the bottom of the volcano, and he is not afraid of being looked at. His internal strength is quite hot, and he is not afraid of any cold, so it will be six years.

Yamaguchi looked at the reflection in the stream and was surprised to find that he had grown a beard more than a foot long, and he scratched his hair, which he had not washed for six years, was greasy and knotty, and it stinked.

Yamaguchi Rizhao was helpless, so he had to use the grass pheasant sword to shave off his beard and hair, he was superb in swordsmanship, not only shaved off his beard and hair, but his scalp was not hurt at all.

Yamaguchi Rizhao looked at the big bald head in the water, and nodded in satisfaction.

He took off all his clothes, walked into the stream naked, and began to rub the mud from his body.

Over the past six years, the amount of dirt that has accumulated on Yamaguchi Rizhao is really amazing. Under the vigorous scrubbing of Yamaguchi Rizhao, large pieces of dirt fell from the body and fell into the water, and the stream behind Yamaguchi Rizhao directly turned into a disgusting inky black, and the small fish, shrimp, frogs and crabs in the stream were poisoned alive a lot, and from a distance, there was a turbid black line behind Yamaguchi Rizhao.

It took Yamaguchi more than half an hour to clean his body and lift his spirits.

He didn't want to wear the tattered and dirty clothes of the past, so he found some wide leaves and made a tree skirt to cover the important parts.

After doing all this, Yamaguchi Rizhao breathed a long sigh of relief, but the "Five Organs Temple" in his stomach made a fuss restlessly, Yamaguchi Rizhao touched his stomach helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "Why are you always hungry?"

In the past, you could find food at the bottom of the volcano in harsh conditions, but now it is easier to get to the ground.

The creek is a stream of snow water produced by the melting of the snow on Mt. Fuji, and the snow is cold and inaccessible, but there are many fish in the stream, such as crucian carp with large palms, and arm-length herring, grass carp, carp, black fish, and trout.

Yamaguchi Rizhao stood in the stream, raised the grass pheasant sword in his hand, and tapped it at the surface of the stream more than ten times, the invisible sword qi exploded at the bottom of the water, stirring up a splash of water, herring, grass carp, trout, and black fish turned their white bellies one after another, were seriously injured, and floated on the water, dying.

Yamaguchi Rizhao threw the grass pheasant sword in his hand onto the river beach, hurriedly threw seven or eight big fish to the shore, and followed him ashore.

Yamaguchi Rizhao threw a big carp into the air, picked up the grass pheasant sword on the ground, turned around, and performed the legendary "head cutting sword technique" to the carp in the air, the grass pheasant sword in his hand ran like flying, cutting horizontally and vertically, and in the blink of an eye, a carp weighing four or five pounds became a piece of crystal clear sashimi, worn on the grass pheasant sword, and the skeleton of the carp had just landed.

Yamaguchi Hikoru took a slice of sashimi, put it in his mouth, and chewed it heavily. Chewing and chewing, his eyes moistened, and he finally ate sashimi again.

After six years of drinking blood, Yamaguchi almost forgot the taste of sashimi.

It's the taste of home and mom, the taste of memories.

Compared with sashimi, the frog meat, snake gall, and snake eggs that Yamaguchi Rizhao eats at the bottom of the volcano are simply shit, and normal people who would eat those disgusting things, sashimi is what people eat.

Yamaguchi Rizhao finished eating carp fillet, and then made a grass carp and a herring into sashimi, and ate it to his stomach.

Yamaguchi Rizhao ate three big fish, held the grass pheasant sword, and leaned contentedly under a big willow tree by the river, and fell asleep.

He was so tired that he hadn't slept well in six years, and he was worried every day for fear that he wouldn't wake up. He was often hungry, holding a grass pheasant sword, and did not dare to sleep all night.

By the time Yamaguchi Rizhao woke up again, it was already the next morning.

Yamaguchi Rizhao stretched his waist, went to the stream to wash his face, and practiced his sword for a while, and he decided to go to the bad luck of the old man who had a grudge against him.

Yamaguchi Rizhao could see not far away, and he could faintly see a corner of the house, and in his memory, that was the place where he often went to the old man's house to steal chickens.

Thinking of the good times when he stole chickens six years ago, Yamaguchi Rizhao was happy in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise the arc of a smile, the delicious and juicy chicken, now that I think about it, I still can't help but swallow my saliva.

But when I thought of it, the old man of the chicken owner coveted a bounty of 100,000 taels, denounced himself, and was so tired that he jumped into the hole to escape, almost died, and drank blood at the bottom of the hole.

The more Rizhao Yamaguchi thought about it, the more he hated, and ran quickly towards the hut.

The wind was blowing under his feet, and after a few breaths, he came to the hut. Yamaguchi took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, reaching forward with his arms and pushing the door in.

The furnishings in the cottage are the same as they were six years ago, unchanged. The room was silent, and there was no half-figure.

Yamaguchi Rizhao rushed into the house, turned the front and back of the house upside down, and found no trace of the old man.

Yamaguchi Rizhao was not reconciled, and searched again and again, but still found nothing, and he came to a conclusion: the old man was not in the house.

Yamaguchi Rizhao took out a set of navy blue coarse linen clothes and a pair of old cloth shoes from the old man's closet, and changed them on his body. The clothes and shoes belonged to the old man, and Yamaguchi Rizhao wore them on his body, which was quite awkward and very ill-fitting, but it was much better than running around with his bare buttocks.

Yamaguchi sat on the stairs in front of the hut and pondered where the old man had gone, whether he had gone out to work or had he died?

Fusang is so big, if an old man wants to hide, Yamaguchi Rizhao will not be able to find it. What should I do if I have a deep hatred in my own sea of blood? Is it impossible not to take revenge? That is absolutely impossible, a manly man has clear grievances, how can he not revenge if he has a grudge!

Yamaguchi Rizhao frowned, and while he was thinking about it, an old man who looked like a cropper was carrying a hoe and happened to pass by.

The old farmer saw Yamaguchi Rizhao sitting on the stairs, and felt that he was a little familiar, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized: "Aren't you Musashi's nephew? ”

"It turns out that the old immortal is called Musashi Play!" "Yamaguchi Hizhao snickered in his heart, "This old man recognized the wrong person, I just took out Musashi Play's residence from his mouth, why can't I take revenge!"

Yamaguchi Rizhao smiled pretendly, and pushed the boat down the river and said: "My husband is right, I am the nephew of the owner of this house, and I have come to join my family, I don't know where my uncle has moved to?

"I see," the old farmer nodded, and continued, "Your old man six years ago, he was rewarded with 100,000 taels of gold by the emperor, and he became a rich man, and he bought a house in Chiba Prefecture, sixty miles south of Mount Fuji, and started trading, and he is the richest man in Chiba Prefecture, and he is very famous!"

"Thank you, old man, go slowly!" Yamaguchi Hizhao knew where Musashi was hiding, and he was overjoyed and arched his hand at the old farmer.

The old farmer nodded, picked up his hoe and left.

When the old farmer walked away, Yamaguchi Rizhao was unwilling to come empty-handed, and returned empty-handed, he thought of a vicious idea.

Yamaguchi Hisunori found a lot of dry wood in the woods, piled it around the house, and threw it into the pyre, and when it came up, a huge fire enveloped the whole house, and it burned vigorously.

Yamaguchi Rizhao sneered at the former residence of Musashi Toer, which was in a sea of fire, turned around in a dashing manner, and walked away without looking back.

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