Another day passed. Seeing that Taro's injuries had mostly stabilized, Kumafuzuo no longer dared to stay at home peacefully. The military power of the Hokutera family had clearly been defeated. Now was the time for the new and old forces to change. If he did not take advantage of the new forces before they had a firm foothold, was he going to wait for the Fujimoto family to send people to clean him up?
Early in the morning, the sky was still bright, and the fog in the mountains was still raging in the air. Xiong Fu's left guard couldn't wait any longer. He hurriedly glanced at his eldest son, Taro, who was resting on the tatami mat, and rushed to Fenglai Temple City with two young men from the village.
In less than half a day, the Village Chief of Hidden Bear Village arrived at the foot of Fenglai Temple City in a hurry. When he passed by the stream at the foot of the mountain, he seemed to see something in the river plain in a daze. His heart thumped as if he had fallen into a heavy stone. When he looked carefully again, tears could not help but flow out of his eyes.
Xiong Fu's left guard staggered two steps forward and fell from the river bank. Ignoring the bruises on his body, he crawled on the ground and struggled forward, crying as he looked at the scene in front of him.
What did he see?
He saw the stream in front of him was dyed red, he saw a large flock of crows pecking at flesh and blood, he saw the heads of a few of his close friends placed on the table for public display, but more importantly, he saw a scene that he absolutely did not want to see in these rows of heads. It was the head of his youngest daughter, Mako Teraouchi.
The Fenglai Temple and the branch temple were all exterminated. Hundreds of people, men, women, old and young, were all placed in front of the Left Soldier Guard.
Xiong Fu's left guard was lying on the ground, crying in pain. He was very regretful, but he did not dare to go up and clean up his daughter's body. This was a demonstration by the new conqueror. The consequences of provocation were very clear, and that was to reunite the whole family and die together!
After Xiong Fu's wail, he saw that someone had been attracted by his cry. He immediately got up from the ground and wiped the tears on his face with his sleeve. His right hand tightened and loosened the sword at his waist.
A few people wearing light armor and holding spears rushed over when they heard the sound. When they saw the people on the river plain, they shouted,"Oh, who is it?"
When Xiong Fu saw that the Fujimoto family's Zu Qing had arrived, he immediately loosened his grip on his sword and knelt on the ground. He took a few steps forward and bowed to the few Zu Qing in front of him."The sinner, Chief Xiong Fu of Xiong Fu Village, has come to surrender and congratulate the Fujimoto Palace Hall for killing the clown Phoenix Temple! I hope you can pass on the message."
The few Fujimoto family members looked at each other, and after a while, they laughed out loud. Apparently, they were satisfied with Xiong Fu Zuo's flattery. They no longer asked why these people were standing in front of their heads. The first one, Zu Qing, laughed loudly at Xiong Fu Zuo's soldiers under the river bank."Oh, Village Chief of Hidden Bear Village, quickly get up. We are not adults. Come up quickly. We will bring you to see the real adults!”After saying that, Zu Qing seemed to have thought of something funny and laughed again.
Kumafuchigari's face turned red. He hid the hatred in his eyes, just like how his father Kumafuchigari had forgotten the hatred of the Hokaiji family. He took one last gentle look at his youngest daughter, then turned his head resolutely, smiling like a real old farmer as he went to greet the Fujimoto family's Zu Qing. Xiong Fu's Left Guard had never only carried himself on his shoulders, but the entire Xiong Fu family.
Another day had passed. Saburo and his brother Jiro stood at the entrance of the village with bags in their hands, anxiously looking into the distance. As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows. Of course, the Kumamoto Zuobei would not entrust the lives of his entire family to the mercy of the conqueror. If the Kumamoto Zuobei had not returned by now, the entire Kumamoto Village would have to flee into the depths of the mountains.
Seeing the sun hanging high in the sky, Xiong Saburo's mouth was dry from waiting. Just when he wanted to lie back in his room and take a nap again, he was about to do whatever he wanted. The sharp-eyed villagers saw a few figures on the road ahead and shouted,"Someone is coming!"
Everyone looked forward and saw a few figures walking towards the village. If they were not Xiong Fu's Left Guards, who else could they be?
When the person came closer, Saburo Xiong Fu saw that his father, the Left Guard Xiong Fu, was somewhat different from before. As for what was different, he still did not understand.
From that day on, the shadow of the Warring States Period seemed to have faded away from the village. Other than the heavier taxes, the feudal lords no longer recruited the young and strong people of the village to go out to fight. It seemed that peace had suddenly arrived.
After that day, Xiong Fu, the chief of Xiong Fu Village, never smiled again. No one dared to mention his son in front of him. It was as if his father's spirit, energy, and spirit had been sucked dry on that day.
The chief of Xiongfu Village, Xiongfu Zuobei, was no longer a samurai. The Fujimoto family accepted his surrender, but no one acknowledged him as a samurai. The Fujimoto family no longer needed more samurai. In a few years, Xiongfu Zuobei was lying on the tatami, dying.
As the saying goes, there is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. At this time, Xiong Fu Sanlang looked at the skinny man in front of him and understood that there was no cure for him.
Kumafuta Taro and his brothers knelt down next to their father, their faces filled with pain. The current Kumafuta Zuobei could no longer speak. He panted heavily, and his shriveled chest was like a bellows. He looked at his three sons in front of him. He glanced painfully at Taro's burnt and curled right leg, then hurriedly glanced at Jiro's thin and weak arms. Finally, he saw his youngest son, Kumafuta Saburo. His eyes shone brightly as he struggled to get up. His left hand tightly grasped Taro's arm, his right hand pointed at Saburo, and then pointed at the samurai sword placed in the room. He stared at Taro's face, and after a while, he gasped for breath, then collapsed on the bed, no longer breathing.
At night, Xiong Fuzuo stopped breathing. He was dead. He had tried his best to maintain the reputation of the Furious Bear family. Even though he knew that the Furious Bear family was nothing, he still smiled and tried to curry favor with the higher-ups. He had sacrificed his younger daughter's life and his elder daughter's happiness. He had struggled to maintain the Furious Bear family that his father had inherited. However, fate had played a joke on him. He had lost the identity of a warrior that his father had fought for with his life. Their Xiongfu family really had nothing left.
The next day, Kumafutarou presided over the funeral of Kumafuzuobei. Their father, Kumafuzuobei, was buried next to their grandfather, Kumafuzu. He was buried with their mother, Kumafuhuazi. They slept in the same bed when they were alive and died in the same cave. Xiong Fu and his brother's parents might not have been romantic, but this was the love that the simple Xiong Fu family firmly believed in, and also the most firm love.
Another year later, Kumafutarou, who had inherited the position of village chief, married the daughter of an old carpenter in the village. That day, Saburo saw Taro crying and laughing, laughing and crying again. He took off the samurai sword at his waist and never hung it up again.
Another year passed. The fifteen-year-old Jiro was officially officially crowned as a Yuan Emperor under Taro's leadership and witnessed by his family and friends. A few days later, Jiro left Kumafu-mura Village with a samurai sword hanging from his waist. Before he left, he took a deep look at Saburo, who had come to see him off, and lowered his head with an unknown meaning. After leaving, Taro and Saburo never saw Jiro again. This farewell was forever!
Time flew by, and another five years passed. This year, Xiong Fu San Lang was fifteen years old.
In Xiong Fu Village, Xiong Fu Mountain, in the backyard of Xiong Fu's house, a few figures were jumping around in the field. Under the sunlight, their sparkling sweat made them look extraordinary.
"Secret skill, Heart's Eye!"
A young man with a ponytail revealed his muscular upper body, but his eyes were covered with a black cloth. He tilted his head and held two wooden knives in his hands as he said with a smile.
The few young men surrounding the ponytailed young man looked at each other. They seemed to be a little timid in their hearts and signaled for the other party to attack first.
The ponytailed young man seemed to be a little impatient, but he also seemed to know the actions of those young men. He said helplessly,"Alright then! I won't fight back!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the young men revealed looks of joy. They held their wooden sticks and attacked first.
The young man with the double blades was not afraid. He dodged left and right in the arena, moving up and down, dodging the incoming wooden sticks. Taking advantage of the opportunity when his opponents made a mistake in their cooperation, he circled his double blades around his body and dodged the incoming wooden sticks. He lowered his body and kicked his legs, breaking out of the encirclement. Then, the young man tore off the black cloth on his face and stabbed the double blades at his waist. He laughed and said,"You youngsters are too weak!”
The young men who heard this were not angry. Instead, they surrounded him excitedly and asked,"San Lang, this is a secret technique, right? Is this a secret technique?"
As it turned out, this young man with a ponytail was Xiong Saburo, who had already grown to fifteen years old. Xiong Saburo swayed his body pretentiously and said,"Uh-huh ~~~~ Secret!”
"Tsk ~" A few young men raised their middle fingers at Xiong Fu Saburo. Xiong Fu Saburo laughed and didn't think much of it.
KumafuSaburo, who was joking with his fellow villagers, noticed that there seemed to be someone watching them from afar. He took a closer look and realized that it was his elder brother, Kumafutarou, and his nephew, Kappetaro Kumafutarou.
Xiong Fu San Lang coughed dryly a few times, broke free from his companions, and walked toward his big brother.
"Big brother, what's the matter?" Xiong Saburo laughed dryly and stroked his hair with his right hand as he asked curiously.
Kumafutaro, who was leaning on his crutch, did not say much. He pulled out Katsutaro, who was following behind him, and said to his brother, who he envied very much,"Katsutaro is already five years old. The Fenglai Temple has been extinct for several years, and the Terakoya has not been opened for a long time. I hope that Katsutaro can learn from you.”At this point, Kumafutaro, who thought that he was already calm, felt a little uneasy.
Xiong Fu San Lang looked at his big brother and then carefully looked at his little nephew. He smiled and said,""What are you talking about, Big Brother? Katsutaro is Big Brother's son and the hope of the next generation of our Xiong Fu family. How can I not teach him?”
The relationship between the Xiong brothers seemed to be a little strange. After the two of them finished speaking, they awkwardly realized that they did not know what to talk about.
Then, Kumafutaro coughed dryly and said,""I'll leave the child to you. I'll leave first.”With that, he limped away.
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