Original God, looking for the heart

Now that you're here, why not do something interesting? A farce that couldn't be more appropriate.

The skirmisher stood on a high place with his arms folded, and a gust of wind blew by, lifting the black gauze behind his hat. He stared at the village in front of him - Tatasha.

His family and friends regarded him as an abomination out of fear and deprived him of his beauty - why should these bugs live well? Things always have to go in a negative direction to be interesting, right?

According to the information he received, the insects seemed to be busy looking for a knife. It seems that it should be the work of that "sage" general. The skirmisher pulled up his hat and left.

……

After a while, the knife maker realized that the forging of the knife would fail no matter what. Even the knives forged by the most skilled craftsmen can barely be considered defective.

How is this possible? They clearly followed the steps in the ancient book!

At that time, people only felt that their craftsmanship was not exquisite enough, and they did not know that this drawing had been slightly modified, which led to the successive failures of forging knives.

The sky above Tatarsha was covered with dark clouds, and thunder sounded from time to time. Those officials also sent their messengers to inquire about the knifesmith's "forging".

The swordsmiths received them grandly, and the messenger also drank and enjoyed himself before lazily asking: "The deadline set by the general is approaching soon. How is the sword making?"

The people below suddenly became quiet. The imperial chief was hesitating to move in front of the messenger. He shrunk and rubbed his hands uneasily: "Xin... Sir messenger, could you please tell the general... We still need a little time here, just a little time..."

The messenger shook the wine glass, glanced sideways at Changzheng, and drank the wine in the glass: "Changzheng? Right. I remember that you only took up this position in recent years. The General's will is unshakable, and you should I know this. Are you planning to disobey the General?"

After the messenger finished speaking, he threw the wine glass to the ground angrily. The swordsmiths all hunched up and lowered their heads. They didn't dare to face the messenger, let alone the angry thunder.

"As for me, I was just ordered to check the progress. Now I already know." The messenger walked up to Yu Yu Changzheng, patted his shoulder with pretense of concern, and whispered: "The general is happy, everyone is happy. .If something goes wrong...hehe..."

After saying that, he left without looking back. In their hearts, the swordsmiths are just a group of pawns for them to please the general.

After watching the messenger leave, the craftsmen who stepped on the tar sand fell into deep despair. They looked at each other and dared not speak.

It was impossible to forge the knife, and they wanted to survive. then what should we do?

"escape"

That night many people started packing their bags. Where could they escape to? have no idea. How will they live in the future? have no idea. All they know is to save their own lives. Survival is always the most important thing.

The deadline is coming soon. When the messenger came here again, most of the craftsmen who had stepped on the sand had already escaped. The rest are the old and feeble ones.

"Run...Run?!" The messenger wiped the oil and sweat from his face and quickly reported to the head of the family.

As expected, the head of the family reported everything to the general, adding some fuel to the fire. Anyway, she won't punish herself, sir, so she might as well let those knife makers take all the blame.

Sure enough, amid the roar of thunder, the general ordered the knifemaker to be arrested.

The task fell on the heads of the then head of the Maplehara family, "Maplehara Yoshiki" and the head of the Kamisato family. Although the two were reluctant to believe the rebellion of the swordsmiths, they could not resist the general's will, so they had to lead their troops to track down and intercept the swordsmiths who were absconding in fear of crime.

"Only the last batch is left. According to the intelligence, they should be at the beach now." Maplehara Yoshiki sat at the desk and discussed with the head of the Kamisato family who was sitting with him.

"After you catch them, you'd better beg the General for mercy on their behalf."

...the two of them sighed together.

Beach, it's night

A group of people arrived here.

"Oh? It's finally here. I've been waiting for a long time." A "Qi Qi" came out.

"Who are you? Where is the swordsmith who is absconding in fear of crime?"

"Me?" "Qingqi Zhe" laughed, "The person behind the scenes. Today, the Five Legends will be destroyed here!"

Hearing this, Maplehara Yoshitsune and his party immediately made a fighting stance. "This person is coming with bad intentions!"

Qingqi's skills are absolutely incomparable to others. Amidst the flash of swords and shadows, the accompanying soldiers fell one after another... But it was not difficult to find that the Qingqi's fighting movements were like a dance.

In an instant, only Maplehara Yoshiki and the head of the Kamisato family were left on the beach.

The Qingqi casually wiped the blood on his face and rushed towards the two of them with his sword.

The swordsmanship of the two men was naturally much higher than that of the accompanying soldiers, but they were still vulnerable to the Qingqi's attack. Soon, the head of the Kamisato family was seriously injured.

"Hey! Let's go!" Maplehara Yoshitsune stepped forward to stop Qinqi.

"How could a tiny insect still care about others?" Qingqi suddenly exerted his strength, cut off the sword in Fengyuan Yoshiki's hand, and slashed his head with a knife.

Maplehara Yoshiki was injured. Fortunately, he was wearing a bamboo hat, which blocked the blow for him.

When the bamboo hat was cut off, the Qingqi stared at Fengyuan Yoshikage's face and was stunned. He held the sword a little harder, and the sword trembled in his hand. I saw him sternly saying: "What is your relationship with "Niyu"! "

Maplehara Yoshiki could only answer truthfully: "My father's original name was "Niwa"... After he disappeared, I was adopted by the Maplehara family, so I changed my name to "Maplehara"..."

""Niyu"..."Maplehara"..." Qingqi murmured. "..." Then there was a period of silence.

"Tell her, my name, the country will collapse." After saying this, the Qingqi turned around and left, disappearing into the night.

"Her? Do you mean the General? The collapse of the country...the cannon?"

When he heard this name for the first time, Maplehara Yoshiki didn't quite understand its meaning. But suddenly, he understood——

"A person who intends to steal a country and plays tricks"

He supported the head of the Kamisato family and left the beach.

At this moment, Guobeng seemed to understand something.

He didn't resent Yu Yu Changzheng, let alone Guimu.

What he couldn't let go of was Niwa Hisahide, the guy who abandoned them all. His resentment was so deep that he spread his anger to the entire Thunder and Lightning Five Legends.

He thought he had abandoned all emotions in the world until he saw the face of Maplehara Yoshiki.

Dull.

He discovered that he still misses his friendship with Niwa Hisahide.

And this act of revenge he carried out as a "national collapse" was also driven by those human emotions that he should have given up. He couldn't completely let go of the past, and he refused to admit that he was obsessed with it and couldn't extricate himself.

Perhaps it was in this silence that he chose to give up revenge.

Maplehara Yoshiki and the head of the Kamisato family, who survived the disaster, did not feel very lucky. They had no idea of ​​the reasons for the collapse of the country. They were worried that if they told the truth, they would be framed by traitors for colluding with them, and they were also worried that the collapse of the country would come back. Then he hid the truth in his heart.

Due to the hostility towards the Goden due to the collapse of the country, Maplehara Yoshitsune gave up sword-making for the sake of his family's safety and allowed the Isshinden to decline.

Until his later years, he wrote down the truth of that year and hid it in a flowerpot...

"Hey, I hope there will be future generations who are willing to face the threat directly to discover the truth..."

Outside the window, there is a thunderstorm