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 mist 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 knifemaker 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.

"Ah?" my wife asked kindly.

"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.

"That's the condition."

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

"Go find a family called Uyashiki."

"When you get there, 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.

Then 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 snowflakes, and looked down at the thinly clothed knifemaker.

It's worth exchanging a sword for a knife maker that can be devoted to you for most of your life.

After all, your own bones can regenerate, and you don’t know how many skilled knifemakers you can find in this era.

The more people who can avoid suffering, the better!

The Heian period was a time when neon ironware skills were more 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,

Bang!

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 inner shirt, Shang Quannai was suddenly stunned.

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

If he travels 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 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 rib in the distance and observing it carefully in the sun was excited, and then carefully wrapped the rib with a piece of cloth.

Then he stood up solemnly and shouted at Shang Quannai at the top of his lungs:

"This!! So flattering!!"

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.

Snap!

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

The cold touch instantly spread from his shoulders to the swordsman'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--

Huang Mao and my wife 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 opened his eyes wide again and looked at my wife Renshan who had a different hair color than before.

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

"Renshan...your hair..."

Snap!

My wife, kind and angry, slapped the knife maker Ying's hand away, 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!"

Snap!

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

"Sure enough! 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 the village to the swordsman, put his hands to his mouth and shouted towards the mountain:
To be continued...