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Vomiting out the soul

A few years passed by.

Yagyu Zuobingwei came to Rasheng’s gate again.

He would stand here in a daze from time to time, and he would stand there for several days. His reputation as a sword master had already spread like wildfire. Everyone thought that the sword master stood here to comprehend a new sword technique, or some kind of wonderful sword technique.

But he was just in a daze.

He often wonders whether what he has experienced is a dream, or maybe being alive is illusory, everything is his long revolving door before death, maybe he never walked out of this door at all.

Maybe, really not.

Even though he walked out, a part of him remained inside this door forever and ever.

He pulled out the Tengu Kiri and swung the knife outside the Rashomon Gate.whine.

After a long time, he put away the knife and looked at the dark door, like a silent monument.

Because he didn’t want to admit that the young man was dead, he didn’t set up his stele for a long time, so he had no place to mourn. He could only stand here and talk, bringing wine and rice balls, and poured his own words here. .

“Chiyo is getting married.”

“An old lady in her twenties, I can wait for you for ten or twenty years, but she can’t wait for you that long.”

“I think that even though she hasn’t met you, she must like you a little bit. She asked me to introduce her to you a long time ago, but you always prevaricate.”

“I’ve been thinking, if you had married and had children earlier, maybe you could leave some sustenance at this moment.”

“My sister married mainly because of me. She has to give birth to a boy and adopt me to inherit the Liusheng family.”

“Even so, I was still unhappy, so I didn’t go to her wedding and was scolded by my mother.”

“Look, it seems that I still remember you in this world. If you don’t come back, you will really be forgotten.”

He raised his hand to touch the pitch-black door and waited for a long time, but no one answered.

With a sigh, he returned sadly.

…

Another year of snow.

When Yagyu Zuobei was cleaning the house in the bamboo forest, he heard rumors among hunters that the long-lost ghost had reappeared.

He thought it was impossible. After all, ghosts should not appear for at least seventy years.

But he still took Tengu Kiri and went to the mountain forest that the hunters mentioned.

This used to be a place where tengus played, but now the forest has become desolate and desolate, losing its owner.

The ghosts of Dajiangshan killed too many tengu tribes, and they will not return to this sad place for at least hundreds of years.

Walking in the forest, the bloodstains of wild animals suddenly appeared in the middle of the snow.

He confirmed that the bloodstains were fresh, and followed the bloodstains and footprints all the way to the dark depths of the forest.

Zuo Bingwei saw a ghost.

He was very sure that it was a ghost.

He bit the deer’s neck and drank blood.

Silently, Yagyu Zuobingwei pulled out the Tengu Kichi, and the sound of the knife cut out the sound of the wind.

The ghost suddenly noticed something. He turned his head, his face was bloodshot, his eyes were bleeding red tears, and his whole body was entangled with a lingering filthy evil spirit.

Zuo Bingwei expected that the evil spirit would move quickly, so he swung out the Tenguchi directly, making two rustling sounds, and the sword energy pierced through the air and tore through the forest.

The evil spirits were clearly invisible, yet they were able to avoid them.

He took great strides to catch up, one man and one ghost galloping through the woods, chasing after them.

It didn’t take long. They walked through the mountains and came to the bamboo forest. The snow was covered with white, and the injured ghosts stopped running.

He turned his head in front of the small room, pulled out a broken blade from behind, grabbed something and covered his face.

Zuo Bingwei didn’t expect the opponent to use a sword, but of course he was fearless.

The Juggernaut, who was several times stronger than before, stepped forward and swung his sword, and the confrontation between them went from daytime to sunset.

Zuobingwei didn’t expect his opponent to be so tyrannical, but he was still superior.

The secret sword Tengu Luo.

The sharp knife that was powerful enough to cut off the tengu Feiyu was like a sharp blade, and quickly tore the evil ghost’s arms.

The evil ghost stood still and did not move, and the bloody and tearful eyes seemed to have regained some light.

He raised his head and looked at the white moonlight falling from the sky.

Immediately looking at the figure standing among the bamboo forests, his expression became so pleasantly surprised and lively.

Then, the chest was stabbed through.

…

I didn’t know why I persisted so hard, and I was about to forget how much time had passed.

Slaying ghosts for too long, exposed to miasma, soaked in Rashomon’s gloomy ghost environment, unknowingly, the group of evil ghosts stopped swarming.

The eyes were eroded by the blood of the evil spirits and almost became invisible.

So I didn’t even realize the changes in my body. When I realized it, there were only a few remnants of my original appearance.

It turns out that I have become a demon.

Even so, I have to go back.

Cutting through the mist, kicking open the door, wanting to go back, back to the light.

It’s agreed, I have to go back, and we will meet again when we go back.

He was like a villain who fell into hell, holding that hanging spider thread in his hand, but miraculously walked out of Rashomon.

But what came out of Rashomon was no longer a human being, but a ferocious ghost.

My memory became very vague and hazy, I forgot where I was going, and wandered alone.

It wasn’t until his arms were broken that his self was awakened a little.

Gazing at close-up friends who are no longer young but more mature.

The young man smiled.

I am back.

Tengu Kiri pierced through his chest in an instant.

…

At the moment before he died, his self was preserved and became clean and clear, as if he had experienced the baptism of moonlight.

The filth that haunted the youth dissipated, the wind blew gently, and the ferocious green-faced, fang-toothed ghost turned into a familiar youth.

The broken and shapeless fox mask slipped from his forehead and hit the scabbard cut by Tengu.

The blood stained the snow.

The hand holding the knife trembled like his heart that had been dead for almost ten years.

Yagyu Zuobingwei looked at the figure under the moonlight in disbelief. He refused the reality, took half a step back in embarrassment, and let go of his hand.

The young man fell to the snow on his back, with a smile on his face, relaxed, finally freed.

No……

No! !

Yagyu Zuobingwei knelt in the snow, his eyes widened, and his voice was hoarse: “It shouldn’t be like this. ”

He rushed forward, hugged the young man’s body vigorously, and shouted the young man’s name loudly.

But the young man couldn’t hear anything, and his blood-stained vision became blurred. At this time, for some reason, he saw the scene he had dreamed of for many years.

The young man saw the little girl wearing a snow-white kimono, walking under the moonlight, like a pure white elf in the snow.

She waved at him with a sweet smile, holding the familiar food box in her hand.

“I really want to taste the rice ball again.”

“I really want to see you in a white kimono again.”

“Twenty years ago, I fell in love with you…It’s hopeless.”

“The grace of a meal.”

“In the next life, report again.”

The breath was cut off, and the young man closed his eyes, holding the regret that he could not repay, and died in the arms of his best friend, and died by his own knife.

…

Bai Wei opened his eyes and woke up from the illusory real memories, which may be the case in a dream.

He looked at his palm. Standing in the snow, he could see his dead self when he lowered his head.

“It’s me…and it’s not me…”

The young man’s fingertips were trembling slightly, and countless unexplainable emotions rolled and overlapped in his heart.

“This is…obsession.”

It is the obsession to live, the unrepayable grace of a meal, and the regret that can never be seen again in a lifetime.

This is human obsession. In this life, he never saw that girl again until he died.

Even if you are used to looking at the past, it is difficult to bear and digest the burden and emotion of these memories in an instant.

He sat on the snow with difficulty, closed his eyes, and hovered in the depths of his soul was still the girl in white kimono.

I can’t forget. I will never forget it in my life.

I don’t want to forget it in my next life. The strong obsession is engraved into a knot, like scars and brand marks, and it hasn’t dissipated even a little over the long years.

Sitting quietly for a long time, Bai Wei finally calmed down the sadness in his heart.

He looked at the bones in the snow, his own memory should end here, but it seems that this long memory has not ended yet?

Next, whose memory is it?

…

Zuo Bingwei hugged the young man’s body and looked up until his tears dried up.

He did come back.

He kept the agreement.

But who would want such a result? Waiting for ten years, and waiting for such a result?

It’s extremely sad.

The agreement has come to an end.

He buried the young man in the bamboo grove, and sat there for three days in front of the grave.

Then he pulled out the Tengu Kiri, swung the knife frantically, and saw the lights and swords in front of the lonely grave, as if this was the only way to make him forget the pain.

…

It’s another winter day.

Yagyu Zuobei was still alone.

His younger sister already had three children, one of whom was adopted by him and became the eldest son of the Liusheng family.

He didn’t want to worry about these things, and his parents did everything for him.

One day by chance, my mother asked a servant to clean the room, and found an old box, which contained a food box and a beautiful snow-white kimono.

He took the box, found his sister Chiyo, and asked if her things were misplaced.

My sister said no.

He didn’t care, so he planned to throw away these sundries directly.

Halfway there, his mother saw him and stopped him. His mother carefully folded the kimono and said with a sigh that this kimono belonged to him.

“It’s been so many years, it’s time for you to let go and return to your own identity… Xue Chiyo.”

The mother called out his baby name.

Zuobei stared at the kimono and remained silent for a long time.

He is a woman, but he chose to live like a man. The Yagyu family needs a successor, and he is the eldest daughter, who has changed from Yukichiyo to Zuobei, and his younger sister has also changed from Zaichiyo to Chiyo.

It’s impossible to change gender, but Gongqing’s family has plenty of ways to hide their gender. There are tengu in the mountains and civet cats in the wilderness. The latter are good at illusion.

When she was ten years old, she exchanged her own voice for the resident illusion to hide her gender. Many years ago, she forgot that she was a woman.

Because of this, the memories of ten years ago have become ambiguous. If you can’t fool yourself, how can you fool others?

Now that he was called out by his mother, he just suddenly realized that there really seemed to be such a thing.

The old man babbled: “These are things from your childhood. When you were young, you didn’t like to eat balls and always complained of hunger, so I asked someone to make a food box for you to take with you. When you are hungry, you can eat two bites and put it in the box.” You can’t even see it in the sleeves.”

Zuo Bingwei held up the small snow-white kimono and looked at the food box in his hand. For a moment, his thoughts drifted back to the distant past, and many hazy memories of his childhood flooded in like a flood.

She remembered that when she was a child, she loved to wear kimonos to walk around the streets. She would sneak out of the house when it snowed. There was always a rice ball and some snacks in the food box. She remembered that it was also a snowy day that year. , she walked through the streets and alleys, and saw a group of vicious dogs surrounding a frozen beggar…

She grabbed the sleeves suddenly, her forehead was hot, and the dusty past was like snow that had accumulated for decades, and finally it couldn’t bear it and collapsed. An avalanche of memories was coming.

“Call ã—上ãŒã£ã¦ã.” (Please eat)

“ゆã£ãり食ã¹ã‚‹…” (eat slowly)

“Hush…” (Don’t say I’ve been here)

Memories are strung together into threads, like ripples, setting off monstrous waves.

He also thought of the young man who had a drink with the moon together once, and a doubtful thing he still didn’t understand.ask.

“Why do you care so much about Chiyo? The one-sided relationship made you remember ten years of time? She was still a child of seven or eight years old, right?” Xue Chiyo’s eyes were in a daze, and she suddenly recalled the young man’s free and easy smile and looking at the snow. That murmured last words.

“The grace of a meal.” “Repayment in the next life.” She knelt down on the ground, covered her mouth with her hands, her stomach convulsed, and vomited rice balls mixed with gastric juice.

Xue Qian’s expression was contorted in pain, and she made a vague and hoarse sound, as if she was vomiting her soul.