The two eyes met. Looking at Hiko, whose hairstyle had not changed from ten years ago, even with Kazuyo Sorayama's cultivation level, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. He couldn't help but touch his short, gray hair.
He sighed: "It's been ten years, you bastard, and you haven't changed at all. Does your Feiten Yuken-style swordsmanship still have the effect of keeping your appearance?"
Higu Seijuro proudly shook his cloak and showed his shining teeth, "Korayama, I haven't seen you for ten years. Just because of the two words in your letter, Higu, I traveled through mountains and rivers all night, so you use these words
Are you welcome, old friend? Even though your hair is gray, you are still the same arrogant bastard."
The two glared at each other, and then couldn't help laughing.
It wasn't until Bigu saw Zonai appearing with a bulging belly and looking at the two of them in anger that he stopped laughing, nodded thoughtfully and said: "Kongshan, as aloof and arrogant as you, you have to think about your heirs. Look,
Come on, I’m going to stay here with you, this boring guy, for a long time.”
In the house, the pot on the stove was boiling water, but the fragrance was not the fragrance of tea, but the smell of smoked wine. While holding the wine glass, Hiko Seijuro muttered: "What have you been doing in Kyoto recently?
It has spread to the Choshu Domain. I have heard your name so many times that I am bored. From Edo to Kyoto, it has been ten years, and there is still bloodshed wherever you go!"
Kazuyo Sorayama suddenly felt that this sentence sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it. He frowned and denied it: "The rumors you heard are not accurate. In the past few years in Kyoto, I only killed fish.
Don’t kill people.”
"Oh? Didn't you say that you single-handedly fought three thousand Aizu clan soldiers and turned the Kamogawa River into a river of blood?" Hiko knew the character of Kazuha Sorayama. Although this old friend was ruthless and aloof, he did not bother to lie.
He glanced at Sanai's swollen belly and shook his head: "I have said long ago that swordsmanship cannot be defeated by women. Fortunately, I woke up early."
Sanai smiled and looked at Kazuyo Sorayama with eyes full of happiness, but the worry deep in his eyes could not be hidden.
Based on how well she knew her husband, how could she not see that Sorayama Kazuha must be hiding something from her, otherwise he would never have secretly invited Hiko Seijuro here.
But as a qualified wife, she knew that if Sorayama Kazuyo couldn't explain something to her, there must be his reasons for it, but... I just hope it's not the worst outcome...
Sanai calmed down and asked with some curiosity, "Hiko-san, I'm very curious about what your husband said in the letter that made you come here in such a hurry."
Hearing this, Higu Seijuro angrily took out a letter and two wine glasses cut in half: "Did you see that there are only two words on it - Come soon. There is also a small line on the back that cannot be
No matter how small the place name is, if it weren’t for this—” Bigu pointed at the cup, “If I hadn’t known that only he could do it in the world, how could Uncle Bigu have braved the wind and snow to go down the mountain.”
Sanai picked up the two pieces of porcelain cups and looked at them carefully. Apart from the extremely smooth cuts, there was nothing special about them. Even though the thin cups were difficult to cut without damage, they could easily do it even with their own cultivation.
Well, how could Bigu be sure that this was the result of her husband's intervention?
"This..." Sanai thought hard for a long time and still had no clue. She looked at Sorayama Kazuha who was drinking calmly, then turned to Higu and said, "I still can't think of it."
Bigu nodded matter-of-factly and said: "Just like he is the only one in the world who can do this, and the number of people who can see the secret is probably no more than a palm, so let me, an outstanding pottery master, explain it to you.
"
He reached out and picked up the two cups, put them together and put them in front of Zonai, and asked seriously: "Did you feel anything?" Zonai looked at the cup that had become intact again, still puzzled. As soon as Higu let go, the two cups
Scattered again, staring at Kazuyo Sorayama in admiration and said: "I didn't expect you to have come this far..."
"Not yet, far from it, it's just a sword." Sorayama Kazuyo still responded calmly.
"What are you talking about? Wait, it feels so strange, could it be... how is this possible..." Zonai seemed to have thought of something, and looked at her husband in shock, with the admiration and admiration in his eyes almost undisguised.
Bigu pointed at the cup and said seriously: "That's right. Although this cup has been cut off, there are no traces of cutting when put together. There are not many people in the world who can do this, but even more so.
The important thing is these two cups..."
"The two pieces of the cup don't feel like they were cut off! It's like, it's like..." Zonai covered her mouth and exclaimed.
"That's right!" Seijuro Hiko put his hands on his knees, straightened his body, and focused all his attention on the cup. A burst of blazing light bloomed in his eyes: "It's like flowers blooming and falling, and it's like clouds rolling and relaxing. It starts and ends again and again.
Destruction, this is the way of nature! The process of the two cups from being put together to falling apart is just like how nature should be. From any angle, there is no abruptness of being cut by a sharp blade, but they fall naturally like petals.
The harmony is incredible!”
He took a deep breath and stared at Kazuo Sorayama: "Korayama, I really can't believe that a Shura like you can also take this way to stop the war. No wonder you can not kill anyone in the battle of Kyoto."
Sorayama Kazuyo shook his head, filled a glass of wine for Hiko, and said leisurely: "I don't know if this is my way, and I'm not firm, it's just an attempt. I've been fighting against each other all these years, but I can't find it.
, I have to try every path, what about you, have you gained some understanding over the years?"
Higu Seijuro nodded, shook his head, and sighed: "I have just been an ordinary potter these years. Although I did not deliberately distance myself from it, I never thought that there was a sword in my waist, so I have always been a little confused.
."
"Pottery?" Kazuyo Sorayama looked up and down at Higu in surprise. Looking at his powerful body like a mountain, he couldn't relate it to something like kneading mud: "Why pottery?"
Bigu rolled his eyes at Sorayama Yiye and complained: "Hey, don't look at me with such strange eyes. I don't have a rich wife and a capable concubine. If I don't make something to sell, how can I become a mountaineer?"
Are thieves robbing!"
"I have seen your sword-making skills before." Sorayama Kazuyo pointed at the plain sword beside Higu and smiled: "The quality of this one is no less than any of the so-called famous swords at the moment, even if one is produced every year.
That’s enough for you to have several concubines.”
Higu looked at Kazuyo Sorayama with disdain and said: "You guys, swords are for killing, pottery is for living, not to mention that I can only wear this crap. I don't want food, only food."
Just a sip of fine wine..."
A violent explosion on the mountain interrupted the two's reminiscence. Sorayama Kazuyo pointed in the direction of Kenshin's residence: "Your stupid apprentice made some noise, but it's okay. Kiriko is taking care of it secretly."
Higu was stunned for a moment, and there seemed to be a trace of nostalgia on his face, but in an instant he turned his head and curled his lips: "Huh, I don't have an apprentice!" Looking at Kazuyo Sorayama's half-smiling expression, he hurriedly added: "When he is
The moment he insisted on going down the mountain to do stupid things, I expelled him from the Hiden-Uken-ryu."
Facing Hiko who was forcefully explaining, Kazuha Sorayama and Sana smiled at each other, Sana continued: "Kenshin is still the child with a pure heart, and he has no choice but to have blood on his hands, and... he seems to already have a wife,
She is a very nice woman."
Hiko lowered his head and didn't speak, but he didn't refuse either. Sanai then poured wine for the two of them while slowly telling Hiko the story about Kenshin over the years.
After listening to Kenshin's various deeds, Hiko didn't say anything. He seemed to be recalling the disciple he had been with for ten years, and the room was a little quiet for a while.
It's just that the silence was interrupted not long after by a burst of hurried footsteps. Before Kiriko entered the door, his voice was already shouting: "Hey! Kongshan, you know, the little Kenshin is quite powerful now, especially the last sword."
...Uh..." Seeing Higu Seijuro sitting in the room, Kiroko was a little dazed, "Ah! Uncle Higu, when did you arrive!"
Hearing Wuzi's name, Bigu's face fell, and he shouted dissatisfied: "Hey, little girl, don't scream. How can I be an uncle? You should call me Big Brother Bigu."
Wu Zi waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, old people are old people, they always talk about useless things, what did I say just now? Yes, the swordsmanship of little Kenshin is even more powerful than in Kyoto.
A ninja ambushed and exploded, but it didn't hurt him at all, eh? By the way, Uncle Higu, why are you here, are you here to find little Kenshin?"
Bigu rubbed his forehead and sighed: "Women are really scary. It's really hard for you, Kongshan."
Seeing Kiriko returning safely, Kazuyo Sorayama stood up and said, "I'll take Hiko around. Kiriko, take good care of Sana."
"What? I just came back and you have to go out. I want to go too. It's so boring to be with Sanai..." Before Wuzi could finish her words, Sanai grabbed her arm and scolded her: "Don't be ridiculous!"
He glanced at Kazuyo Sorayama with gentle eyes and said apologetically: "Kiroko is always like this, which makes Higo-san laugh. Kiriko and I will prepare lunch, so don't go too far."
Then he dragged Wuzi, who was still struggling, into the room, but his steps seemed particularly heavy, as if he had already guessed something...