Chapter 121 What Are You Afraid Of?

In the highest tower in the Rain Country.

Yilong stood outside the door, looking at the figure coming from afar, his eyes were very complicated.

"It seems that you are waiting for me?" Yunchuan walked over, not shying away from his gaze, and asked with a smile.

"Yes." Yilong stepped aside to make way, opened the door for Yunchuan, and said in a deep voice, "Lord Musashi has been waiting for a long time."

After that, he paused, and whispered: "If possible, I hope you can show some mercy..."

"Don't say such childish words." Before Yilong struggled to finish his words, he was interrupted by a smiling voice, "The battle between swordsmen not only determines the superiority, but also determines life and death."

Yunchuan walked into the door without stopping, and Yilong, who raised his head slightly, only saw his back, and didn't see whether his smile was sarcastic or gentle.

Click.

As the door behind him slowly closed, the noisy sound of wind and rain was cut off outside.

"It's a really quiet and nice place. If there's a fight outside, you won't be disturbed here.

Yunchuan looked at the layout of the room, then turned to look at the old man sitting there, and laughed, not knowing whether it was a joke or a sarcasm: "Master Musashi has a good taste."

In the center of the living room, there was a long mulberry-red table with a six-piece tea set on it, and the fire was boiling water.

There was no decadent music or extravagance. There was only an old man brewing tea quietly, and there was a quiet and Zen-like tranquility that could be seen with the naked eye.

Yunchuan walked slowly to the long table and sat casually on the futon in front of the old man's long table.

In the spacious Japanese-style tea room, the fragrant tea was slowly brewed on the stove.

It can be seen that Musashi is also good at the tea ceremony. Quite accomplished.

Avoid drinking tea on an empty stomach, as tea will cool the spleen and stomach, so there are always a few crispy senbei roasted on one side of the teapot on the fire.

Avoid drinking cold tea, so the tea leaves are brewed and brewed immediately, so the only thing you can smell in the whole room is the calming tea fragrance.

Gurgling~

Musashi flicked his sleeves with one hand and held the teapot high with the other. The tea flowed down from the top and flowed into the teacup. The tea tips rolled and spread, swirling constantly.

"Wushan, oh, I should call you "Tsukimi-ri" now."

He lowered his head slightly to pour tea, and asked without raising his head: "As far as I know, your relationship with your father is not that close, at least not worth your revenge."

"So, I don't understand, you are a handsome man, with a rich family, a bright future, and unlimited potential, why do you want to get involved with that group of refugees?"

"Or, as a son of a noble, you really want to fight for them? "

At this point, Musashi seemed to be amused by his own words, and a smile appeared on his face.

"The Land of Rain is an iron house with no windows and is extremely difficult to break. Those people are sleeping soundly in the house. It seems that they will be suffocated soon, but they die in their dreams and do not need to face the fear of death."

Musashi's eyes moved away from the teapot, raised his head and looked at Yunchuan in front of him, and said calmly: "And now, you, yelled and woke up a few people."

"But this unfortunate minority can't save the current situation at all, and can only endure the experience of powerlessness and pain, but you think you are very kind?"

Yunchuan watched the tea splash out of the pot, slide down the wall of the cup and swirl up in it.

The fragrance of tea overflowed with the vortex, rising and spreading between the two people, and fumigating into the vermilion wooden pillars above their heads in the sky.

"From the beginning to the end, I have never claimed to be righteous and kind. Survival of the fittest, you should understand this truth. "

Yunchuan raised his head through the tea mist in the shadows, looked at the old man sitting in the shadow of the wall and smiled: "Which big country in the ninja world did not become strong through war and change?"

"You don't understand, it's not easy for His Highness the Daimyo now." Musashi lowered his head and narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice, "The major events of a country are not that simple, and we samurai and ninjas can never..."

Before he finished speaking, Yunchuan shook his head and interrupted calmly: "The Rain Country has been weak for a long time and has reached a point where it is out of control. This is something that anyone can see. "

"Those noble relatives, corrupt officials, conservative, whitewashing and bluffing, the people live in mediocrity, ignorant, and a dignified country is so cowardly. "

"Daimyo? Nobles? What's the point of keeping such daimyo and nobles? "

Hearing these words that could be called treason, Musashi's eyebrows couldn't help but jump.

He was clear about the hatred between Yunchuan and the peace faction. It was indeed a blood feud for the murder of the whole family.

So, if it was for revenge, he would expect to do something outrageous.

But he didn't expect that the other party's wolfish ambition had been so extreme, completely surpassing Hanzo's ambition to seize the leader of Yugakure, and actually wanted to pull down the daimyo and nobles from there.

"You, you are really too arrogant."

Musashi was a little speechless for a moment, shaking his head and saying in a complicated tone: "I wanted to give you the position of the leader of Yugakure, but if you really want to threaten the safety of the daimyo, then I can't..."

"In my life, I have climbed to the pinnacle of swordsmanship, a height that can see through everyone. In these decades, countless karma and stepping stones have accumulated under my feet. "

Musashi stared at Yunchuan with eyes that were no longer cloudy but full of determination: "You are only a teenager now, and you have not experienced too many things. Do you think you can flatten this hill of mine?"

"If you're not angry, are you still a young man?" Looking at the old man sitting in the shadow of the wall, Yunchuan couldn't help but laugh, "It's you, what are you afraid of?"

Afraid?

Musashi paused while pouring tea, then he raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Yunchuan in the dim light, with a little doubt in his tone: "What am I afraid of?"

"You are afraid of our youth and the arrival of a new era."

Yunchuan smiled and lowered his eyes and said: "You are afraid that young people will realize their power, start to make noise, no longer respectful, break into the palace, and take your place. You are afraid that you will be knocked under the table by young people, and the belief that has supported you for so many years will become a joke."

"You are afraid and timid, and you try hard to prove that your era has not passed. You want to compete with the new era for passion, but your hand holding the knife has long been old, and you have even lost your faith."

"Just like those poor prostitutes who have passed away, they hope to use heavy makeup to cover up their frivolous and dissolute ugliness and wipe away the gradually deepening wrinkles at the corners of their eyes."

Compared to a prostitute by Yunchuan in front of him, Musashi's face became gloomy again, and he held the handle of the long sword at his waist.

The smell of gunpowder in the air suddenly became thicker, and even the water in the teacup was stretched tight like a mirror, waiting for the moment when the ripples would break the light.

At this moment, the true colors between the old man and the young man were revealed.