The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

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

The white sky has begun to turn into a deep blue.

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

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

The sky and the earth were completely white, except for a depression where the swordsman had been kneeling.

At the bottom of the mountain, a figure in black clothes was slowly walking up the mountain with the support of a yellow-haired swordsman.

My wife-senpai. Murata said weakly.

Huh? my wife Renshan asked.

Tell me, what is the meaning of life?

Murata looked up at the sky and said calmly.

…

…

Close to the mountainside.

The knifemaker stood in the snow, holding his ribs in both hands, looking dull and at a loss.

This is the condition.

Take this knife and walk west to the country of Yiyu.

Go find a family called Uyashiki.

When you get here, show them the ribs.

They will understand after seeing this rib.

By the way, if your master is willing, you can take him with you.

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

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

He lowered his head and glanced blankly at the flawless white ribs held in his hand.

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

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

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

It's worth it to exchange a Richa for a knife maker that can be devoted to you for most of your life.

Anyway, one's own bones can regenerate, and there are not many skilled knifemakers to be found in this era.

The more people who can avoid suffering, the better!

The Heian period was an era when neon ironware skills were relatively sophisticated.

The next era when iron craftsmanship flourished would probably be Edo hundreds of years later.

Therefore, this knifemaker who can carry a basket of high-quality knives is still worth wooing.

At this time,

boom!

A thick piece of snow fell from the tree and hit him heavily on the head.

Feeling the snow leaking from the collar into the undershirt, Shang Quannai was suddenly stunned.

He looked at the swordsmith who seemed to be cold and red all over.

If he walks a long distance in this kind of weather, will he freeze to death on the road?

Then the gain outweighs the loss!

Shang Quannai narrowed his eyes.

He hasn't been a human being for a long time.

I have no idea what the current temperature is like for people.

Anyway, he didn't feel anything.

After thinking about it, he still seemed to feel that something was wrong. He shouted towards the knifemaker who was kneeling on the ground again and raising his ribs high in the distance:

Hello!!

Knifemaker!! It's too cold! Go up to the mountain for a while first!!

The knifemaker who was holding the ribs in the distance and observing them carefully in the sun was excited, 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 lungs:

This!! I'm so flattered!!

As he spoke, he took a deep breath. Since the two of them were a little far away, the swordsman could only shout with all his strength:

I'd better complete the agreement first...

Creak!

Creak!

The sound of heavy treading on the snow came from behind the knifemaker.

Hoo! Hoo!

The sound of panting was accompanied by the sound of stepping on the snow, and he was getting closer and closer to the knifemaker inadvertently.

Snapped!

A hand suddenly touched the knifemaker's shoulder from behind!

The cold touch instantly spread from his shoulders to the swordsmith's body, and he suddenly shivered and his whole body trembled.

Ahh!! The knife maker 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.

His whole body was frozen and shivering.

until--

My wife and Huang Mao looked at each other kindly with tired eyes.

firefly!?

Kindness!!?

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

Why are you here? My wife Renshan looked at the knifemaker in confusion. He was supporting Murata beside him, who could not straighten up.

The knifemaker's eyes widened again, and he looked at Renshan, my wife, whose hair color was different from before.

Subconsciously, he walked forward and pulled his hair with his hand.

Ren Shan...your hair...

Snapped!

My wife Renshan slapped Ying's hand away with an angry slap, and then shouted angrily at him:

Don't do anything when we meet! Bastard!

The knifemaker was stunned for a moment, then his shoulders shook slightly and he patted my wife Renshan's back hard.

He looked at Huang Mao's peaceful appearance, and the tip of his nose became sour:

It's great that you're alive!

You know! Everyone in the village thought you were dead!

Snapped!

My wife Renshan slapped the knifemaker on the forehead, and he was a little angry:

As expected! You are the one who knows how to curse people best!

Shang Quanna looked at the swordsmith's position on the mountainside, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw my wife Renshan and the swordsmith who seemed to be chatting.

We know each other...

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

My-wife-benevolent-kind-!!

My wife, who was talking to the knife maker Ying, turned around kindly and wisely, and her sharp eyes instantly saw Shang Quanna's figure on the mountainside.

He stood on tiptoes, 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 shouted with all his strength:

Bring the knife maker here!!

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

After receiving my wife's kind response, Shang Quanna twisted his neck, turned and walked towards the place where the smoke was coming from the mountainside.

Creak——!

The thick snow was suddenly stepped on under his feet, making a reluctant sound.

At 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 intense!

The body's center of gravity suddenly shifted forward! Shang Quannai fell forward uncontrollably!

Snapped!

He pressed his palm into the snow to support his body.

Oops... the sleepiness... is getting worse...

…

After a while, when my wife Renshan was supporting Murata and the knifemaker walked beside him with a basket on his back, Shangquan Nai stood up from the snow.

He patted his butt and walked towards the mountain like a normal person.

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

…

Kamado's house.

The open space at the door.

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

Hey! Hey! Kamado Tanzi vigorously waved the firewood ax in his hand, chopping the firewood.

beside.

Bang! Ganluji's cherry cakes were cut one by one, and there was already a pile of chopped firewood next to her.

Creak——!

The sound of heavy footsteps on the snow came from the direction down the mountain.

Kanroji Sakurabake's ears twitched, her face suddenly became nervous, and she immediately put down the firewood in her hand.

Holding the bone knife for chopping wood, he stood in front of Kamado Tanzi.

She looked up at the darkening sky and thought something was wrong.

Creak! Creak!

A huge black shadow gradually moved towards the house.

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

until--

I'm back.

Shang Quanna slowly walked to the place where the lights were shining, smiled and rubbed the dull Ganlu Temple's head.