People are dying on the pillar, and there is no misery at the beginning

Chapter 54 – The Reunion

The snow is getting heavier.

The sun was gradually setting, and the light, which was not very bright, became even darker at this moment.

The white sky had begun to turn a deep blue.

Under the deep and heavy sky, Mount Sagiri has been covered with a layer of silver.

The clouds and mists that have been entangled all year round have also become rare at this moment, revealing the true appearance of the mountain top.

The sky and the earth have become a vast expanse of whiteness, except for a depression where the swordsmith was kneeling.

At the foot of the mountain, a figure in black clothes walked slowly up the mountain with the support of a yellow-haired swordsman.

"My wife is senior." Murata said weakly.

"Huh?" My wife Renshan asked.

"You said, what is the meaning of life?"

Murata looked up at the sky and said calmly.

……

……

Near the mountainside.

The swordsmith stood in the snow, holding the ribs in both hands, with a dull and bewildered expression on his face.

"That's the condition."

"Take this knife and walk west to Yiyu Kingdom."

"Go to a family called Ubayashiki."

"When you get there, show them the ribs."

"They will understand after seeing this rib."

"By the way, if your master wants to, you can take him with you."

Shang Quannai's words echoed in the swordsmith's mind.

He stared blankly at the back of Shang Quannai walking up the mountain.

He lowered his head and looked dully at the white and flawless rib cage in his hand.

"Is it a dream?" The swordsmith's hands trembled slightly, and he stared blankly at the ribs in his hands.

At this time, Shang Quannai, who was walking halfway, stopped and continued to move forward, and pulled his legs out of the snow that was not too thick.

He looked back at the white sky with goose feathers and heavy snow, and looked down at the thinly-clothed swordsmith.

It's worth it to trade a blade for a knifemaker who can be loyal for most of his life.

Anyway, one's own bones can be regenerated, and a skilled swordsmith in this era does not know how many can be found.

The more people who can survive without misery, the better!
The Heian era was an era when neon ironware was more exquisite.

It may be hundreds of years before Edo, when the next era of ironware technology flourishes.

Therefore, this swordsmith who can carry a basket of high-quality knives on his back is still worth wooing.

At this time,

boom!
A thick sheet of snow fell from the tree and hit him heavily on the head.

Feeling the snow leaking from the collar into the underwear, Shang Quannai was suddenly taken aback.

He looked at the red knifesmith who seemed to be frozen.

This kind of weather makes him travel long distances, will he freeze to death on the road.

Then the gain outweighs the loss!

Shang Quannai narrowed her eyes.

He hadn't been a human for a long time.

It is not at all clear what the current temperature is like for people.

Anyway, he himself didn't feel anything.

After thinking about it, he still felt that something was wrong, and he shouted to the swordsmith who knelt on the ground again and raised his ribs in the distance:
"Hey!!"

"Swordsmith!! It's too cold! Go up the mountain and stay for a while!!"

In the distance, the swordsman who was holding the ribs and observing carefully in the sun was shocked, and then carefully wrapped the ribs with a piece of cloth.

Then he stood up solemnly, and shouted at Shang Quannai at the top of his voice:
"This!! I'm so flattered!!"

As he spoke, he took a deep breath. Since the two were a little far away, the knifesmith could only shout loudly:
"I'd better complete the agreement first..."

creak!

creak!

The sound of stepping on the snow came from behind the swordsmith.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

With the sound of panting, accompanied by the sound of stepping on the snow, he inadvertently got closer and closer to the swordsmith.

Snapped!
A hand suddenly placed on the swordsmith's shoulder from behind!

The cold touch spread from his shoulders to the swordsmith's whole body in an instant, and he trembled suddenly, trembling all over.

"Ah!!" The swordsmith was so frightened that he jumped to the side, and subconsciously protected the ribs in his arms.

He narrowed his eyes and quickly looked in the direction where he was standing just now.

The whole person was shivering non-stop from the cold.

until--

With Huang Mao, my wife Renshan looked at each other with tired eyes.

"firefly!?"

"Benevolence!!?"

The two looked at each other and called each other's names in surprise.

"Why are you here?" My wife benevolently looked at the swordsmith suspiciously. He supported Murata beside him, and it was difficult for him to straighten up.

The swordsmith opened his eyes wide again. He looked at my wife Renshan who had a different hair color than before.

Subconsciously, she walked forward and pulled his hair with her hands.

"Benevolence...your hair..."

Snapped!
My wife Renshan slapped the knife maker Yingying's hand off with an angry slap, and then shouted at him angrily:

"Don't touch me as soon as you meet! You bastard!"

The knife maker was taken aback for a moment, then his shoulders trembled slightly and he patted my wife Renshan on the back vigorously.

He looked at Huangmao's appearance of being safe and sound, and the tip of his nose was sore:
"It's good of you to be alive!"

"Did you know! Everyone in the village thought you were dead!"

Snapped!
My wife Renshan slapped the swordsmith on the forehead, and he was a little annoyed:

"Sure enough! You are the one who can curse people the most!"

Shang Quannai looked at the swordsmith from the mountainside, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw my wife Renshan and the swordsmith who seemed to have started talking.

"I know..."

Thinking about it, Shang Quannai took a few more steps up the mountain, then turned around and shouted at my wife Renshan again:

"My—wife—benevolence—good—!!"

My wife, who was talking to the swordsmith Yingying, turned her head benevolently and wisely, and saw Shang Quanna's figure on the mountainside with her sharp eyes.

He stood on tiptoe, entrusted Murata to the swordsmith, put his hands to his mouth and shouted towards the mountain:
"What's up--!!"

Shang Quannai took a deep breath, and he shouted with all his might:
"Bring—knife—craftsman—up—come—!!"

"Okay!!" My wife Renshan responded to him in the same way.

After getting my wife's benevolent response, Shang Quannai twisted her neck, turned around and walked towards the place where the cooking smoke was coming from the mountainside.

Creak——!
The thick snow was trampled under his feet suddenly, making a sound of unwillingness.

This time!

Shang Quannai suddenly felt his eyes go dark!
His hands and feet suddenly became numb, and the scarlet in his pupils became extremely vigorous!
The center of gravity of the body suddenly shifted forward!Shang Quannai fell forward uncontrollably!

Snapped!
He slapped his palm into the snow and supported his body.

"Oops... drowsiness... getting worse..."

……

After a while, when my wife Ren Shandu supported Murata, and the swordsmith walked to his side with a basket on his back, Shang Quannai stood up from the snow.

He patted his butt, and headed up the mountain like a normal person.

The people behind looked at each other, and trotted a few steps to follow.

……

Kitchen door home.

In the open space at the door.

The house is brightly lit, and the light shines outside.

"Hey! Hey!" Zaomen Tanzi vigorously waved the wood ax in his hand, chopping firewood.

next to.

"Crack!" Ganlusi cherry cakes were cut one at a time, and a firewood piled high beside her was piled up.

Creak——!
The sound of heavy snow treading came from the direction down the mountain.

Ganlusi Yingbing's ears moved, her face suddenly became tense, and she immediately put down the firewood in her hand.

Holding a bone knife for chopping wood, he stood in front of the stove door charcoal.

She looked up at the gradually darkening sky, thinking something was wrong.

creak!creak!
A huge black shadow gradually approached the room.

Ganlusi held her breath, holding the bone knife with both hands, while Tanzi hid behind her worriedly.

until--

"I am back."

Shang Quannai walked slowly to the place where the lights were shining, smiled and rubbed the head of the sluggish Ganlusi.

(End of this chapter)