Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

"Someone told me to run, but I won't run. I'll wait here. I don't want to be a deserter."

Qing Ye didn't speak, he lowered his head slightly.

"Then young man, do you want to take a boat?"

"Yeah." Kiyono said softly.

"Well... so."

"Where are you from? Do you know the situation on the front line? Did General Zhu Guo win? Hey, I am dissatisfied with your joke. My dream is to serve as Master Zhu Guo. What an honor that would be. Ha ha."

"Ah."

Kiyono nodded.

"He won."

"A hearty victory."

He raised his head, looked across the sea, across the heavy waves and clouds, and looked towards the island where the big snake was entrenched.

He clenched the snake in his hand.

The snow is still falling, and the heart is shaking after a long absence.

"The former he won,

Now he will still win. "

His voice was heavy, and he landed in the silent snow, like a falling thunder, which burst into thunder in silence, and the thunder echoed in the field.

Qing Ye slowly stepped onto the boat of the old boatman, he paused, and said:

"Please give me a ride, Private Jimin Mishima."

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Note: The riddle at the beginning comes from a sacred relic in the original work

ps: In fact, the identity is quite easy to guess, and the introduction is almost clear.

In fact, there are quite a lot of foreshadowing and explanation settings buried in these three chapters.

Qing Ye Leiming is a very annoying guy.

He really shouldn't be chosen as a guard.

But his dim sum was okay.

This is Ying's first impression of Qingye Leiming.

What is that called?

Dumpling milk, I don't know if it is dumpling or milk.

The first time I saw him doing it was in an autumn afternoon, the idle autumn light cast shadows of pines and cypresses in the courtyard everywhere.

After Ying practiced the sword in the courtyard, the sky was already a little dark, so he went straight back to the living room, walked through the long corridor, passed a studio, and smelled a strange fragrance.

The sticky glutinous rice dumpling was pressed by his slender index finger, and the boy slowly added it to the milk. The fresh milk was mixed with the pure white dumpling, and after shaping into a shape, Kiyono put them into the oven together.

"Hello, Ying. Would you like some snacks?"

"This is dumpling milk. I have eaten it in Daozuma's shop. It tastes smooth but not greasy."

He obviously saw the shadow and asked.

It's annoying that it's not big or small, not to mention, for ascetic warriors, the so-called food is just to make up for the basic needs of daily life, and Ying has always sneered at things like "beautiful things". Just snacks for kids.

"mortal."

Ying calmly said: "Practitioners will not eat such sundries...let alone..."

When she said the next sentence, her eyes became more serious, and the aura that belonged exclusively to Narugami Omiko emerged in her eyes:

"When did I allow you to call me by my first name?"

"You're getting a little carried away."

Icy.

Being rejected, the young warrior showed a helpless smile and scratched his head: "...Maybe it's delicious? Come on, come on, just to satisfy the wishes of the people? One of the responsibilities of honor."

"I've said it all, this will disturb the practice...I don't like mortal food."

"Ah...it's ready, do you want to eat?"

"..."

This kid is really annoying, and it was a wrong decision to recruit him as a valet...and he has a stubborn temper like a cow.

"...I'll just eat one piece."

The shadow at that time was a little helpless.

—

Recently, I keep thinking about the past.

"Can you make milk dumplings?" Shadow looked at the snowy scenery outside the window and asked the attendant in front of the steps.

"Woo...?"

Kiyono Sara was a little puzzled.

Mingshen Mianxia suddenly asked such a question, and she didn't know how to answer it, so she responded straightforwardly: "I only know how to eat."

"Hasn't your Patriarch taught you?"

asked Shadow.

"No."

"Is making milk dumplings also a samurai's assessment subject?" The honest girl was shocked.

"That's all." Ying turned his gaze to the wooden window again.

It's almost dusk, but it's still snowing. The view from the castle tower is very good, and you can see the end of the skyline. The heavy snow is covering the clouds, and the sun can't shine, so you have to lean on the clouds, reflecting half of the red clouds. half dark.

It was getting dark, and under the dark clouds on the other side, there was the dark city of Daozuma, and every house was burning with smoke.

It's time for dinner.

That annoying mortal.

I said such decisive words that day, but he has not moved at all in the past four days...?

Do you really want to beg the bones to resign?

Such a huge castle tower, such a huge Inazuma Castle, really thought it would be impossible without him?

Shadow thought it was really ridiculous.

The general resigned as soon as he resigned. After all, he is really old. This valet has been working for hundreds of years.

The thin and soft snow covered the eaves of the Tianshou Pavilion, forming a thick layer. Looking at the snow at the corner of the eaves, Ying suddenly remembered the day when he ate his 'milk dumpling' for the last time, it also fell like this heavy snow.

On that day, the demon god Orobus declared war and led the rebels from Haiqi Island to attack Bayun Island.

And the first time to assist Bayun Island, it was Zhu Guojun stationed on Mingshen Island-led by Qingye Leiming.

On the grounds that he would not accept the military order abroad, he did not listen to the video and waited for the military order, and went straight to Yalong Island.

This night, Ying was also waiting on the Tianshou Pavilion, watching the fine snow drooping from the corner of the eaves, gently wiping the scabbard in his hand, and looking at the distance where the snow was mixed with the night, it was midnight.

Qingye Zhuguo came back, covered in blood, the first thing he did when he came back was to go to the castle tower and make a bowl of milk dumplings for the General.

Snow-like dumpling, slightly astringent taste, slightly sweet aftertaste - this is Ying's last impression of 'milk dumpling'.

For some reason today, I thought a little too much.

I don't know what's wrong, I'm not Yourou's annoying temperament, how did I become so 'annoying' when I got to this mortal?

Just give him one last chance.

"Kyono Sara."

She suddenly said a little annoyed, "Go and call your Patriarch again, and tell him that this is a military order."

...It's only been four days.

Kiyono Sara was still a little confused, but she immediately replied:

"I'm afraid it won't work, Your Majesty Mingshen."

"It should be cured after four days of illness."

"But... after the Patriarch resigned, he went on vacation. The subordinates don't know his specific whereabouts."

"..."

He should really kill his head!

This bastard, is he really going to resign?

Get out if you want!

Perhaps it was because the sun was gradually extinguishing, Ying's complexion was obviously darkened, and she could even hear the sound of her gnashing her silver teeth lightly,

"Send a letter to him, die outside, don't go back to Dao's wife."

After leaving the last sentence, Ying slowly closed his eyes, left the Tianshou Pavilion, and returned to Yixin Pure Land.

Snow is still falling.

...

The snow was still falling, and Kiyono sat on the boat.

He let out a slow breath.

He took off the bamboo hat and wiped Sheki for the last time. The white snow reflected the light of Sheki's knife, and the blade trembled slightly.

Jimin Mishima parked the boat on the shore. It was a large two-masted military ship with the flag of Zhu Guojun on it: Thunder and Snake.

"Boy, there's a war going on here...shouldn't have stopped here."

Mishima Jimin held his oars and said to Qingye: "We should go to the other side of the island, there will be reinforcements there, and they will escort all the civilians away."

This

A soldier still lived hundreds of years ago, and during these hundreds of years, he wandered between the two banks in vain and stubbornly, trying to save more people, and more people... It was with such a strong obsession that he became a departed soul under the filth, wandering in the world forever.

"Mishima."

Qingye Road.

He disembarked, the body's day time was at its limit, and as he stepped forward, the appearance began to change.

"Actually, you're already dead."

The first thing to change was his temperament.

The youthful lightness faded away, and the purple color in the eyes quickly dissipated, and gathered into the silver-gray frost color, which looked thick.

With long white hair trailing behind him, the man tied up his hair crown slowly, took off his slightly bloated cloak, raised the clanking snake cut, and the wind blew his samurai uniform.

This face is very familiar, and all the soldiers of Zhu Guojun will never forget it.

Although, it looks like a lot of vicissitudes.

Mishima blinked and recognized Kiyono, he couldn't help blurting out: "Master Zhuguo?"

"Dead... dead?"

"So, am I dead?"

Mishima looked at him, thinking of something, he scratched his head belatedly, and said with a sense of realization:

"So I'm dead... So that's how it is."

"died."

death.