My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 479 The clouds are misty

"Old Du...Brother Du, it's me, Gu Yuan!"

The remaining wall tilted and fell, and the sliding tiles fell into powder. Among the wreckage of people on the ground, an old man with a white beard slowly laid Du Yichu in his arms on the ground.

After taking the healing elixir, Du Yichu heard someone calling and finally gained some consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes, his blurred vision focused on his old friend's face, and a smile appeared on his mouth and nose full of black blood.

"How did you find this place..."

"I've been here for a few days, specifically looking for you."

The person who came was Liang Guyuan. He got the oracle of Tonghai from Su Chen and rushed to Shengkang without stopping. Through the connections in Green Forest, he smuggled himself to the Japanese island.

But this archipelago is as big as a state. It is not easy to find someone who has not heard from him for three years. When he was at a loss, he asked him to find out that the Japanese camps had been burned many times. He was pretty sure that he could do this. , only my old friend.

He followed the burned camp of the Japanese and searched all the way. That night, he passed by and heard the sound of someone competing on the mountain. Although he was not sure if he was the person he was looking for, he came over to have a look.

This is the current scene.

Du Yichu looked at his old friend's worried expression, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and patted the back of his hand.

The reason for joking is because the title of Hattori Hanzo has always been suppressed by Fuumari.

The person being killed right now is only the third generation Hattori Hanzo, but the real strongest one is the second generation Hattori Hanzo, Hattori Masashige, who is known as one of the Sixteen Tokugawa generals.

He was not without any sadness at the death of his companions. On the contrary, he felt a little gloating. After all, there are factions among ninjas. He is the ninja leader in Fuma, and Hattori Hanzo is the leader of the Iga people. Hattori is the surname. , Hanzo is a name passed down from generation to generation in the Hattori family.

"You and I, old guy, are almost 200 years old together... we can't be so affectionate as sons and daughters."

This was not the place that had been agreed upon. Liang Guyuan carried his old friend Du Yichu on his back, two steps turned into one, and in a few steps, he jumped into the nearby forest and used his strength on a thick treetop. The whole person landed lightly on the forest field, his footsteps quickly touched the swaying branches and leaves on the top of the tree, and flew towards the west.

He clicked his tongue.

"Hattori Hanzo...is this all you have? Let me, Fuma Kotaro, take over."

……

It was almost dawn at this time, and the screams of the Japanese could be heard faintly at the foot of the mountain. It seems that there was a big battle here yesterday, and people heard the report to the government, and sent people to check.

On the mountainside, a series of footsteps spread. It was a group of government servants wearing imperial uniforms who came here with bamboo spears and Japanese knives. They saw the former temple reduced to ruins. They were all dumbfounded and hurried to the ruins to search for anything. It would also be nice to be alive, or to get some food or valuables after some looting.

"Brother Du, you must hold on and don't close your eyes!"

He looked at the people passing by, and his eyes fell on a puddle of mutilated body parts on the ground in the temple courtyard. The corners of his mouth covered by the Prajna mask were slightly grinned.

"Haha..." Du Yichu waved his hand weakly and muttered with his dry mouth: "How can it be so noble... It's just a favor... We people in the world never owe others anything, we have to pay it back."

When more than a dozen people were searching in the ruins, between a big tree on their right, under the cover of dense branches and leaves, a figure jumped up to the treetop lightly. It was similar to the Japanese assassin's dress before.

There was a pause in his words.

While Liang Guyuan was transferring his zhenqi to suppress his injuries, adjusting the medicine he had taken, and exerting its medicinal properties, he said: "The older you get, the more you value friendship. We are a group of old friends, but there are still a few alive today, just you and me. If you were to disappear, I would be the only Grandmaster left in the world, how lonely it would be."

"Brother Du, what do you think, coming here alone to fight with the Japanese? Why, do you want to be a hero for the country and the people?"

Seeing that the other party was deflated, the figure known as Fuma Kotaro gave a low, strange smile and then disappeared from the treetops.

"We still have to go back together. Any deadline... is bullshit. Drink two taels of apricot red and take a bite of lamb leg, and you will soon be full of energy."

The sky was bright, and it was noon. Amidst the sound of the waves, Liang Guyuan carried his old friend over another mountain and came to the beach. This was the place he had walked before. He continued to go west along this coast. It doesn’t take long to reach the islands of Shikoku.

The white-haired Liang Guyuan chattered like a child, but there was no response from behind him for a long time. When he slowed down, Du Yichu's weak voice came from behind.

"...Old Liang, what's the most enjoyable thing you've ever done in your life?"

"Nonsense, of course I was spying on my aunt taking a shower! But that was when I was seventeen or eighteen years old!" Hearing his old friend's voice, Liang Guyuan felt relieved, but then the other person followed up and his mood sank to a low point.

"You are so dirty... But the happiest thing in my life... is coming to Japan... you can kill whoever you want... When you came, you must have seen many Japanese camps burned... …”

Du Yichu lay on his rickety back, his voice was weak, and his slightly closed eyes were filled with turbidity.

"Only when I get old... do I understand what my family and country are... When I die... do I realize that there are such exciting things in the world... In the past, I did nothing but practice martial arts... I have lived so many decades in vain..."

After holding on for hundreds of miles, he finally couldn't hold on any longer.

Liang Guyuan carried his old friend on his back and walked another two miles. Black blood dripped on his shoulders. The voices behind him became weaker and weaker. He choked up as he walked: "Stop talking...Brother Du, keep this tone...I ...I will take you home, and even if you die, you will die in your homeland."

"...Old Liang, put me down." Du Yichu patted Liang Guyuan to signal him to stop, and then he was carefully placed on the ground. He was helped to sit on a big rock on the shore, looking at the rough sea.

Liang Guyuan sat next to him, listening to his confused old friend speaking intermittently.

Most of these words are about the information obtained from the interactions with the Japanese in the past three years. I hope that after Liang Guyuan returns, he will tell the Emperor of Xia all this information and tell him that his favor has been repaid.

Then he also talked about some things from his youth, such as pursuing the girl he loved and being scolded as a libertine. As he talked about it, Du Yichu became more and more energetic and his face glowed red.

Looking at the sea, he became more and more enthusiastic as he talked. In fact, his life was not smooth at home and in the world. He had a straightforward temperament and offended many people. He also encountered obstacles in his martial arts practice and was hunted down by his enemies.

His reactions are slow and his mind is not flexible enough, but his heart for practicing martial arts is extremely stubborn, he is not diligent enough, and he also has some talents.

When he reached middle age, he developed a set of advanced sword skills and became a master of swordsmanship in the world. Later, he was obsessed with martial arts. His parents passed away and never went back. When he came out of seclusion, his parents' graves were covered with It has always been a regret in his heart.

Now that he has returned to his homeland of Xia, he is already considered a native of Xia. He has thoroughly read the book he received from the emperor, and gradually understood what his family and country are, and he has also found a goal for his superb martial arts.

So he came to the island, wanting to do something within his power before the deadline came.

The sun hung diagonally from the middle of the sky. Du Yichu, whose face was glowing just now, became depressed as he talked. He leaned on his old friend's shoulder and took a nap, spitting out a mouthful of black blood in the process.

Liang Guyuan wanted to go along with him, but Du Yichu waved his hand and refused.

The coastline in the distance showed a little twilight, and the west side of the sea was shrouded in the magnificent sunset. Du Yichu woke up from his sleep again, looked at the sunset on the sea with his eyes open, and pouted, as if he was talking about something.

Liang Guyuan didn't hear clearly.

"...Send me home..." Du Yichu looked at the sea to the west, pouted, slowly raised his finger, and finally a voice came out: "Falling leaves..."

He stared and tried to raise his white head.

He does not regret coming here. The only regret is that he did not die in his hometown.

"...Return to our roots."

His last voice broke here, and his raised hand dropped softly.

With a sore nose, Liang Guyuan just hugged his old friend, leaning against each other in the sunset, looking at the misty clouds in the west.

……

Islands, Hokuriku.

The news about Fuma Kotaro has been sent back to Tianyu Palace, but everyone in the palace no longer pays attention to the death of Hattori Hanzo, or they don't care at all.

Because there was another piece of news from the sea to the west of Shikoku, sent by Shangshang Kanxin, which made everyone in Tianyu Palace look heavy and the atmosphere became depressed.

——On the East China Sea, Xia Kingdom’s warships gathered together.

(End of this chapter)