Chapter 179 Tachibana Masamune (Two in One, Please Subscribe!!!)

The mountain breeze sleeps with the pine forest, and the drizzle wets the bright moon.

Yuan Zhisheng walked through the forest, and in the distance he saw the only candlelight like a spark in the dark forest. The rain fell on the pine leaves and made music. With his expensive leather shoes stepping on the mud, Yuan Zhisheng quickly stepped forward and pushed open the house with the only light.

The candlelight flickered, and an old man in white linen sat beside the fire. Plain white rice paper was spread out in front of him, and he was meditating with a brush in hand.

"You informed me that people from our headquarters were coming, but you were hiding in a wooden house in the forest, so you could have some leisure time." Yuan Zhi found a towel and wiped himself, then sat on the floor next to the stove beside the old man, "How do you change your painting?" ? No more knife shooting today?"

"It has nothing to do with the season, and it has nothing to do with the method." The old man stared quietly in front of him. The flat rice paper was as smooth as jade. He said solemnly, "Forging a knife is practice, and painting is also practice. There is an old Chinese saying, no matter what state you encounter, , If your mind is pure, without attachment, ego, or anything else, you will be able to have a peaceful mind and nothing to worry about."

The old man was quiet for half an hour, and then finally began to paint. The soft vellus hairs are sometimes heavily crushed and sometimes lightly brushed on the soft white paper, floating like clouds. The jet-black tip of the pen is like a floating thread connecting fantasy and reality, pulling the scenery in the mind of the painter onto the plain white paper, making it clearly visible.

"Are you talking about ancient Buddhism?" Yuan Zhisheng stared at the old man's elegant painting skills and said, "Dad, when did you start to believe in Buddhism?"

"As people get older, they always believe in what they can and cannot believe, and what they should and should not believe." The old man sighed slightly.

"Dad, your life is just too boring. You should go out for a walk more often."

"When I was young and traveled all over the country, I felt that the world was big enough for a person to spend his whole life wandering around, so I naturally had no worries in my heart. But now that I am no longer young, I realize that the world is actually just a corner in the forest. What is the scope of life you are used to? Your world is as big as it is. For example, I would be exhausted just walking here from my family's ancestral hall. My world is only so big." The old man said softly, "It is enough for a dying old man to occupy such a large area. It would be a waste, and the bigger world should be reserved for young people like you."

"Dad, what were you like when you were young? I seem to have never heard you mention it." Yuan Zhisheng asked, "You must have been an executioner at that time. You must have known about the other person's past before you killed the 'ghost', right?" ? Knowing how miserable a person’s life is and why he fell, have you ever hesitated when you took out the knife? Have you ever been confused when you looked at the blood that was so red that it pierced your eyes? "

"Not an executioner, but a law enforcer."

"Of course I was confused at that time, but I had to hold the knife, and I had to kill the 'ghost'. I warned myself in my heart that this was the right path. If I hesitated, more innocent people would die. If If I am confused, more and more people will fall." The old man said lightly, "Gradually, I regard killing as spiritual practice, which is no different from forging swords and painting. It's just that forging swords and painting consume patience, and Compassion worn away by murder.”

"What will happen to a person if his compassion is exhausted?"

"I don't know, but this is the fate of law enforcement officers." The old man said, "The fallen have the fate of the fallen, and the law enforcement officers also have the fate of law enforcement officers. Destiny has already paved countless roads in front of us, and each of us must find it. The path that belongs to you will never come to an end. Once a hybrid takes the path of a dragon, it will be incompetent to turn back. Those who abandon the original path are degenerates, degenerates, and disqualified from the world."

Yuan Zhisheng was silent for a moment, "Dad, are you reminding me not to have mercy on the fallen?"

"I know that you, Zhisheng, have been righteous since childhood, but if you want to hold on to justice, you must pay a price. The price is the softest compassion in people's hearts." The old man said in a deep voice, "I already know about Ye Xue's situation. , you did the right thing, Xiaosheng, you are firmly walking on the road that belongs to you."

"Looking at your tone, dad, do you also know the woman named Miyamoto Noyuki?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

"How could you not know her?" The old man continued to paint, with a hint of recollection on his face. "I met her on the first day she entered the Yanliu Research Institute. She was only seventeen years old at that time. She was born at the age of a summer flower. But the impression that the child left on me was as cold as frost and snow. Just like her name, her life was like a thin cherry blossom and like a wild snow. She spoke very little, and there was always something hidden in her eyes. , I was never able to see through it at that time. Only now do I know that her eyes have always reflected the shadow of the world. That world was very beautiful, with sunshine, cities, and mountains and forests... but she was not there."

Yuan Zhisheng thought for no reason, what Miyamoto Noyuki said... She came to this world without telling everyone, and lived in a place where the sun couldn't shine... It turned out that she had really excluded herself from the beauty of the world. , has always been wandering on the edge of human society and "ghosts", with no position as a human being, but when she truly fell into a "ghost", she was so unwilling, so why is she so stubborn?

The five years she has really lived are the five years she has lived in this world as a "human". For her who was born as a ghost, what kind of luxury is it to live for one more moment in her short life?

I probably won't understand it in my lifetime, because it's Amaterasu, who was born with sunshine, and she is the opposite extreme.

"The fate of a law enforcement officer is really tiring. Compassion is also a part of my heart. Every time I kill a person, a part of my heart is worn away. It hurts, dad." Yuan Zhisheng smiled bitterly, "Sure enough, I still prefer to go to France. I met a French friend online who owns a suntan lotion shop on Montalivi Beach... He is living the life of my dreams.”

“That nudist beach famous for not having to wear clothes?”

"That's right, every summer he goes to the beach to run his little shop. He doesn't have to wear clothes all summer long. He puts on a pair of beach pants and a sun hat and walks back and forth on the soft sand. He can see thousands of graceful women in a day . Sometimes when I see a girl I like, I take the initiative to strike up a conversation and ask them if they want to help apply free sunscreen. I apply it with my hands from the girl’s swan-like neck to her ankles, all in one go, like riding a roller coaster with ups and downs, which makes people dizzy. ...He described it to me like this." Yuan Zhizhi said yearningly, "After the summer is over, he will go to Paris to collect unemployment benefits. In short, he will not starve to death, and he will not have to worry about life... The more I think about it, the more jealous I feel. That guy is completely Live my life, you bastard!"

"Asshole! As the director of the executive bureau, does a man's dream just apply sunscreen to women on a nudist beach in the summer?" The old man mused, "Children, your mission should not be to apply sunscreen to others, the light of Amaterasu's destiny should Teruche more people..."

"I know, I know everything." Yuan Zhisheng sighed, "I won't talk about this anymore, I also want to ask someone, the newly appointed director of the Executive Bureau, Miyamoto Noyuki's brother, dad, you should be very Do you understand? When he left office, I hadn’t come to my family yet, and the older generation in the family didn’t seem to talk about that person.”

"Kenjiro?" A fleeting glint flashed across the old man's eyes, "Let's not talk about this person today. Talking about him, I probably won't be able to maintain my current mood to paint."

Seeing the cryptic expression on the old man's face, Yuan Zhisheng nodded slightly, "Okay, okay, let's talk about business, about this time as the commissioner of this headquarters."

"In the afternoon, the branch director sent me an urgent message. The principal sent an elite team to Tokyo on the grounds that they had detected the heartbeat of a suspected ancient dragon embryo deep in the Japan Trench." The old man said, "The plan is to use a carrier The manned submersible transports the refined sulfur bomb to eight thousand meters of water, and they want to artificially blow up the embryo. The deep submersible set off two days ago and has now conducted simulations in Tokyo Port. As for the team, it is now on the plane Come on, it’s expected to arrive in three hours.”

"Will that team come to supervise the work?"

"No, they are responsible for the dive. The deep submersibles are also manufactured by the headquarters. Schneider, the director of the execution department, is responsible for the transoceanic command. Norma replaces Kaguya and is responsible for supervising the work." The old man said, "We are responsible for other parts besides the main body of the mission. That of the headquarters Bian doesn’t seem to trust us.”

"We have never relied on them. When the Sheqi family was at its lowest, none of the eight families received gifts from the headquarters. Could their attitude be too arrogant?" Yuan Zhisheng was half-shocked and half-angry.

"My child, you are still young, and no one has looked up some of the ancient almanacs in your family, so you have no way of knowing about it." The old man stared at the scroll with his eyes as black as paint, "Not all families have no contact with our headquarters. , the others in this department are not to be feared, except for the man named Ange..."

"Decades have passed, and he is still living in this world, still holding the title of the strongest dragon slayer in the world. As long as he does not die, the headquarters will be like a big mountain pressing on our heads. To this day, this The mountain... finally collapsed." The old man said, "That man wanted to kill all the dragons in the world, and 'god' was no exception. She is already dead, and there is her tomb, even though our gods all inherit her blood. ...Destroy the Divine Burial Hall, we cannot allow a dead person to crawl out of the grave!"

"Are we really going to do this...cut off history?" Yuan Zhisheng took a long time to say these short words.

"As for history, just keep it in myths and historical records. Tragedies that are repeated over and over again are not called history, they are called tragedies."

"This will be a tough battle. A lot of people will bleed and a lot of people will die. In the end, we may not win. Once we lose... the world will be turned upside down!"

"That's the fate of this world."

"These are really tragic words, just like what the last man standing on the battlefield told the world that was about to be destroyed, saying, you can't be saved, this is your fate." Yuan Zhisheng smiled bitterly.

"The destiny of the world should not be destruction, and the destiny of the family should not be bloodshed." The old man sighed, "This is the reason why the Divine Burial Hall must be destroyed. We inherited power from the White Emperor, and power is both a gift and a curse. She created the rising sun, the growing things and the dreamlike world. We guard all of them, but at the same time she also created the cold moon, the dry bones and the cold sand and the eternal underworld, which is what the devils are chasing. . She was hiding in her grave and watching us, wearing the funeral clothes of the deceased, which were rusty with the lines of skulls and maggots. She was secretly laughing, watching us fight and bleed, and one day she would return The price for returning to the human world is to drag all her descendants into hell."

"It sounds creepy, like it's eating people."

"Yes, it means cannibalism. After eating us, the land of hell will be full, and the 'god' will step on our dead bones and resurrect. It will be a rotting corpse covered with maggots, wearing a colorful corpse." The old man. The voice was like Shen Lei, "To break free from the bloody fate she arranged for us, the first step is to take our fate into our own hands. We need to change so that people like you who don't want to be Amaterasu can no longer Kill the ghost again so that children like Ye Xue who don’t want to become a ‘ghost’ can be born as human beings.”

"If I succeed, can I get rid of my identity as a young master and my fate as Amaterasu and go to France to sell sunscreen?"

"You brat, are you just trying to get away with it once and for all? Aren't dad's expectations and trust from you worthless?" The old man laughed and scolded, and then whispered, "But this is fine, after all, it is too painful and tiring to fight against fate. If you are lucky, If you can survive the war, then go to France, but if we fail, let old people like me die first. Have you heard the story of Foolish Old Man who moved the mountains? You have to lead the people to fight against fate as a parent. , there are endless descendants.”

"It's such an inspiring story, but it sounds very tortured." Yuan Zhisheng frowned bitterly.

"The team sent by the headquarters, it is said that the three of them are Angers' most beloved students, and they are known as the trump cards that can 'secure victory even when facing the Dragon King'." The old man stopped painting and put it aside. Pulling out a stack of documents, "I suddenly remembered that there is their information here."

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the resume that was stained with ink under the drawing paper, and took it with a black face. He flipped through it casually, frowning more and more from the first page to the last page. Most of the last few pages about the commissioner named Lu Mingfei are blackened and cannot be seen clearly, but it can be vaguely seen that the page is not very long. Presumably, although he is an "S" level student, he is only a freshman who has just been promoted to sophomore year. .

"These are still kids who haven't graduated yet. Do they really understand what they are about to face?"

If it were not dyed ink, then Yuan Zhisheng would probably see information about Lu Mingfei. Apart from a basic overview, the rest of the content only had a two-word description - "top secret."

"But their bloodline is very good. Apart from you and Eryi, we probably can't find any young people who are better than them." The old man said, "At least Ange has never been wrong in looking at people. Although those young people He has little experience, but he must be outstanding. Especially Lu Mingfei, who is known as a genius that has not been seen in the secret party for decades. The heir of the Gattuso family and the child with the 'Speech Spirit·Junyan' are also You cannot be underestimated, and you are our genius, so you are also each other’s competitor.”

"Opponent? So far, I have never had an opponent, and I don't know how to compete." Yuan Zhisheng thought for a while, "Beat them and then laugh at their weakness? Is this what the opponent is like?"

"Can you read less chuuni comics? I didn't like letting you read them since you were a child, and I'm afraid you'd say I deprived you of your childhood. You're the man who wants to be the head of the family." The old man smiled bitterly, "Remember, treat me as the head of the family. People should be treated favorably, as if they were guests."

"Okay, then I know what's going on, and I'll just try my best to meet their demands." Yuan Zhisheng wrapped his windbreaker tightly, "By the way, Dad, how is Eri's condition?"

"It's quite stable. It seems like I dreamed that something beautiful is about to come." The old man took a sip of strong wine and picked up the paper he had finished drawing on and looked at it carefully.

Most of the originally plain white paper was stained black by messy ink pens, like a huge... ghost painting talisman.

"I have to say, Dad, your painting skills have deteriorated too much." Yuan Zhisheng said this and left.

After he left, Masamune Tachibana spit the strong liquor in his mouth onto the paper, and the real drawing was revealed after being soaked in the warm liquor.

It turns out that the black part is the blank space, and the ink color is the background, outlining the vast earth of the human world. In the center of the drawing paper, a huge white dragon shape envelopes the world.

The firelight made the dragon's shadow sway in the old man's pupils, like a living thing.