"Watching the cherry blossoms at night in spring, the stars in summer, the full moon in autumn, and the first snowfall in winter. Just admiring these beautiful scenery, the wine will be delicious enough. If you still find it unpleasant to drink, it means you have become strange somewhere." Bi Guqing
Juro sighed while holding a glass of wine.
In the past few days, he has been busy learning the unique secrets of Sorayama Ichiyo and teaching Kenshin Hiten's sword-fighting swordsmanship. Hiko has not been so busy for a long time. This rare relaxation can't help but make him feel extremely happy. He is slightly tipsy and can't bear to
I kept chanting these poetic words.
But obviously, at Kenshin's age, he still didn't understand the meaning of these words. He just blinked at the master with his big innocent eyes, wondering if this pungent thing tastes better than the miso soup made by Kiriko's sister?
"You are still young, and one day you will understand the beauty of wine. Then, master and disciple, you and I will taste it together." Seijuro Hiko took a sip and continued to pour and drink by himself.
"So you're hiding here!" Kongshan Yiye Shishiran approached, followed by Wuzi as usual. This place is located on the mountainside, and you will pass by it whether you are going up or down the mountain. It is also an excellent resting place.
, the stream flows down along the waterfall on the mountain, and after turning a few turns, it forms a clear stream. If it is midsummer, you can also soak the wild fruits picked in the mountain into the cold stream.
One of the few enjoyments in the mountains.
Hiko Seijuro filled the pottery cup and threw it quickly across the stream in front of Kazuyo Sorayama. Just looking at the force, if this heavy pottery cup hit the chest of an ordinary person, it would most likely break both the chest and the cup.
Sorayama Kazuha flatly stretched out his hand to hold the cup and drank it down in one gulp. No matter whether he was throwing the cup or Sorayama Kazuha was receiving the cup, not a drop of wine was spilled in the whole process! What is especially rare is the nonchalant attitude, vision, and control of the two people.
Confidence is indispensable.
Wuzi rolled her eyes and was used to what she considered to be a childish and boring behavior. As early as in the ruined temple on the barren mountain, the two strongest swordsmen in the world often played this kind of game, sometimes just for the last glass of wine.
I can drink more. In the beginning, Sorayama Kazuha won more times, not because his swordsmanship was higher, but because he had better control over his body's strength and speed.
According to Higu Seijuro himself, his strength has not stopped increasing so far, and every time his strength increases, he needs to control his body to adapt again, which makes him very troubled... Sorayama Kazuha every time he hears this
Saying this, I can't help but want to draw my sword and fight this bastard.
"Haha, Sorayama, this is the last drink, look at my flying sky, Flying Dragon %#￥ flash!" Higu said quickly and vaguely, obviously he had not thought about what the name of this move should be, Sorayama Kazuyo sneered.
He said: "Great poet, can't you even think of a name?" "Stop being so verbose! Take a look!"
Sora Kazuo took the wine glass with ease, but before he could throw it back, his usually rock-solid hand suddenly trembled slightly, and a drop of wine fell down the rim of the cup. "Ha! You lost, Sora Shan, it's rare to win.
I beat you once, hurry up, throw it back, this cup belongs to me." Higu said happily. But Ichiyo Sora remained motionless, as if he didn't care about Higu's words at all.
At this time, Higu had also noticed that Kazuyo Sorayama's expression was wrong. He put away his smile and asked solemnly: "Is there anyone here? Is it very strong?" Based on his understanding of Kazuyo Sorayama, if it was an ordinary enemy, maybe he would
The guy in front of me with a bad temper would simply say "Wait for me for a while" and then directly pick up the sword to kill people. How could he lose his calm mind?
Kazuyo Sorayama shook his head and sighed in a low voice: "Maybe she is an acquaintance. I didn't expect that she could find this place..." "Her?" Higu instantly understood. It must be the debt this guy had owed, and the creditor found him.
He walked out of the door, blinked and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the trouble to come so quickly, but please forgive me for this kind of trouble and I have to stand by and watch."
Ignoring Higu's teasing, all of Kuyama Kazuyo's perception was focused on the slow footsteps. Although he had not seen them for several years, this kind of fusion of the swordsman's determination and the girl's lightness was
There is only one person in the world who has the unique rhythm of Chiba Sana.
Under the moonlight, a woman in a pure white kimono walked slowly over. Her slender figure was taller than Sorayama Kazuyo's impression. Her face that had completely lost its childishness looked more feminine than a few years ago. She had a slanted waist.
A small sword shows that this graceful-looking woman is not as weak as she looks outside. With her elegant temperament, she looks more like an awe-inspiring and inviolable goddess.
Looking at the girl's bun and clothes, Sorayama Kazuyo had mixed feelings. In the years since he left Edo, he rarely thought about the woman who had saved him. He thought that the other person had already married, but it didn't look like she was him.
As imagined.
Sana...Have you been looking for me all these years? Kazuyo Sorayama thought complicatedly, but he said: "Miss Chiba, long time no see." The alienation in his tone was exactly the same as that night a few years ago.
.
"Korayama-kun, I haven't seen you for a long time, but I finally see you again." Chiba Sana suppressed her excitement and said lightly. Chiba Sana, who had already firmly believed that "I will never leave him again no matter what," did not flinch at all.
It meant that she was just walking slowly step by step towards the man who made her think about her day and night.
Just like the duel between two masters, the guilty Sorayama Kazuyo has already lost his defense. The sword eyes that make all enemies frightened are somewhat dodged. How could a woman from a swordsman family not detect such a major flaw?
There was a smile on her lips. She had put on a pure white kimono and was like a white lotus in full bloom. With her toes pointed inwards, she walked slowly in front of Sorayama Kazuha with extremely charming steps. When the other party was caught off guard, a
Holding the sleeves with his hands, one hand naturally caressed Sorayama Kazuyo's cheek. The girl's originally clear and melodious voice has now become very gentle, "Sorayama-kun, you are much older."
Ichiye in the empty mountain has a dry mouth and tongue.
In fact, it was not just Kazuyo Sorayama, Kiriko was also almost fainted by the sudden appearance of a beautiful woman. She always thought that Kazuha Sorayama was hers, no, she was Kazuyo Sorayama, it was almost the same anyway. But suddenly a person appeared
A woman who looked countless times better than him felt shocked, jealous, envious, panicked, hated, and had low self-esteem... It was impossible to describe it in words. This was a feeling that the most important thing in his life was about to be taken away, but he didn't.
Any counterattack will result in helpless despair.
He secretly looked down at himself. He was dressed in black and had a thin figure. His height was not as high as Kazuyo Sorayama's chest. He then looked at the extremely young Chiba Sana, and immediately felt like "If I were a man, I would definitely choose her."
thought.
Hiko Seijuro had already pulled Kenshin out of the way with a curious look on his face. Although he didn't know the relationship between his friend and this beautiful woman, he just saw that his friend, who had always been indifferent to anything other than swordsmanship, suddenly became
If you act at a loss, you know there must be something behind it! Sure enough, women are the most difficult opponents in the world. I wish you good luck, brother...
"Zana, you know, I..." Kazuyo Sorayama gently grabbed the woman's hand, trying to force her away from his face, but the force coming from his hand showed that unless he broke it off cruelly, he would not be able to do it anyway.
Unable to withstand the other party's determination, he gave up and stood on the spot as if appointed, assuming a resistance posture of "No matter what you say, I will never agree."
Chiyo Sana didn't take it seriously at all, and said infatuatedly: "Korayama-kun, did you know that in ancient times there was a beautiful woman named Chiyo Noh who was all over the country? She met a god who only had a one-time relationship with her in a dream.
, she rejected the marriage proposals from all the outstanding men in the world. She has been waiting stupidly for the appearance of the god in her dream. But how could the god in the dream appear in reality! It was not until she was in her twenties that she emerged from the bucket reflecting the moon.
He realized that "the bright moon in the water is just empty space", so he destroyed his appearance and became a nun and lived a miserable life."
Chiba Sana withdrew the hair from Kazuyo Sorayama's face, slowly fell towards Kazuyo Sorayama, and tightly wrapped her arms around Kazuyo Sorayama's waist, "You are the god who appeared in my dream, Sorayama-kun, a few years ago.
I always thought you were like the moon in the water, but fortunately you are not. I don’t have to become a monk like Chiyono for the rest of my life. Promise me, don’t abandon me again, and I won’t let you sneak away again.
."
The moon in the sky and the moon in the stream complement each other.
The overlapping figures of Kazuyo Sorayama and Sana Chiba stood quietly between the upper and lower moon, and it seemed that even the sound of running water was much quieter.
Although Kiriko next to her was even more at a loss, she still stood by stubbornly and she would never leave Sorayama Kazuyo!