The streets on the outlying islands are bustling with people, and people are busy buying New Year's goods for the upcoming festivals.
Under such circumstances, Yunmo took Youla and walked towards the busiest place on the outlying island.
Under the maple tree is the most prosperous place on the outlying islands. Every New Year's Eve, people from all Inazuma islands gather together to celebrate.
In this lively street, there are shops, large and small, with a dazzling array of products, and all kinds of things are available, and the products in these shops are all first-class goods.
In the center of the outlying island is a thousand-year-old maple tree, and the whole tree is fiery red.
This tree is quite magical. Just like the sacred cherry blossoms on Shadow Mountain, the maple leaves on the tree are always red no matter what season it is, as if they can drip down at any time.
Among the maple leaves, there are some colorful birds flying. The birds are playing on the maple trees. They seem to enjoy the warmth given to them by the sun. They jump on the maple trees for a while, and then jump from the maple trees for a while.
Come down.
"It's so beautiful!" Yola couldn't help but exclaimed when she saw the maple tree.
Yora looked up at the maple tree. This maple tree was tens of meters tall. There were circles of leaves growing around the tree. The leaves blocked the sunlight, making it difficult to see the whole maple tree.
It is precisely because of this that it appears mysterious.
Yun Mo smiled and nodded. Among the trees among the rice wives, apart from the sacred cherry blossoms, the tree that shocked him was the maple tree, which was older than the outlying island.
"There is a legend about this maple tree, do you want to know?" Yun Mo turned to look at Youla and said.
Yura nodded.
"It is said that on an island of Inazuma very early on, there was a man and a woman in love. The man was a kendo disciple, and the woman was a weaver girl.
The man lost the swordsmanship competition one day and lost his identity as a swordsman disciple. He made an appointment with the woman under the maple tree.
The woman thought that the man had won the swordsmanship competition and wanted to propose to her, so she arrived under the tree early. But the man did not arrive for a long time, so the woman kept waiting until the man came at night.
The woman didn't know why the man came so late, but she didn't blame him and asked him what happened.
The man asked the woman: 'Are you willing to wait for me for ten years?'
The woman said: I am willing, even if I have to wait for you forever.
After hearing this, the man turned around and left, but the woman didn't understand why the man said such things tonight. The woman kept calling the man's name, but the man never looked back.
The next day, the man left the village with his family sword, and like most people who were expelled from the dojo by famous families at that time, he embarked on the path of a ronin.
The woman waits at the maple tree every day, hoping that the man will suddenly appear.
One day, two months, three years, six years...
The woman wore a newly made kimono and waited at the cherry blossom tree early every day, but by dusk, she never saw the man appear. The woman did not blame him, because she once said she would wait for him forever.
The woman still waits under the cherry blossom tree every day."
Yun Mo paused for a moment when he said this, and his tone was a little sad.
"Then what?" Youla couldn't help but ask, being a little fascinated.
"Ten years later, the man came back. He became the best swordsman in the world. With fame and power, he came to the maple tree that was promised..."
Yun Mo said a few words, then his voice became softer, and there was some hesitation in his eyes, as if he was thinking about how to continue.
"Don't whet your appetite." Youla urged somewhat hastily.
Yun Mo glanced at Youla and continued: "Under the maple tree, the man saw the woman wearing a brand new kimono as usual, but at this time she no longer looked the same as before.
Her face became old and withered because of longing for her, and the man looked sad when he saw her old and withered appearance, but the woman told the man with a smile on her face: You are back."
Yula fell into deep thought. After a while, she said softly: "This is the story of Muramasa, the Demon Sword. I remember that the ending is not like this. The ending is that the woman died under the tree, and the master of the Demon Sword released the Demon Sword.
On her grave."
Yun Mo smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to know so much about the legend of the Rice Wife."
"Of course! I've read a lot of Inazuma's fantasy novels, you can't deceive me." Youla raised her chin proudly and said.
"Haha... I hate those conventional tragedies. I want a perfect ending." Yun Mo chuckled, his tone full of meaning.
"So this can be considered my version of Maple Tree Promise."
Because of the blessing of this legend, this maple tree is not only the economic center of the outlying island, but also a sacred place for young Inazuma lovers. On top of the maple tree, you can see many paper hangings tied by lovers.
The paper hangings sway gently with the breeze, forming one landscape after another among the maple trees. The wind is also filled with a fragrant and fragrant floral fragrance, which makes people smell very comfortable.
Next to the paper hanging, there are many maple leaves, swaying in the wind, dancing like elves, as if there is a dreamy beauty like a fairyland.
Yura stood under the paper hanging and closed her eyes.
Yola did not open her eyes. She quietly sniffed the fragrance in the air, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if she was already in a fairyland.
Yunmo did not disturb Youla, and stood quietly behind her, accompanying her.
"It's so beautiful." After a long time, Youla slowly opened her eyes and said with emotion as she looked at the maple tree in front of her.
Yun Mo also followed Youla's gaze and saw that everything in front of him was indeed beautiful, breathtaking and unforgettable.
"So, let's also make an agreement?" Youla looked at Yun Mo and asked.
Yun Mo nodded.
"We made an agreement, and you can't go back on it." Youla said with a smile.
The two people tied the paper hanging to the maple tree, and the paper hanging swayed.
Youla looked at the paper hanging flying in the wind, and her bond with Yunmo flew to the eight million gods together with the wish of the tree.
Youla took a deep breath, then opened her arms and let the breeze blow. She felt a comfortable coolness. The wind blew on her skin and stretched the pores all over her body.
Yora slowly put her hand on her forehead, and the breeze slowly blew her blue jade hair. She felt like a misty feather. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the tranquility of this moment.
Yun Mo looked at Youla in front of her. There was a noble temperament between her eyebrows. This temperament was born with her. This temperament gave her a special charm.
At this moment, Youla is so peaceful, quiet, and beautiful. She is as beautiful as the Nine Heavens Xuannv descending from the sky. People dare not blaspheme, but only dare to look up.
Yun Mo's heart was filled with a touch of softness.
Just when Yunmo and Youla were feeling the warmth and innocence before their separation, President Jiulisu of the Chamber of Commerce of All Nations was frantically looking for Yunmo.