May Be the Fake Gintama

"Are there for me Aru?"

After hearing such a conversation, Kagura, with his scarred face and dirty face, changed his decay and followed happily.

"Not prepared." Jiang Cheng waved his hand without looking back, "Who knew that Qiuyou would come to such a place, really."

"Buffy chestnut, please."

Yin Shi raised his hand and stared at the dead fisheye, then raised his foot and slowly followed.

Hearing the sound, a blue vein burst out on Jiang Cheng's forehead instantly: "Are you supposed to be what kind of restaurant this is?! Didn't you guys still fight the war just now?! Your attitude has changed too fast!"

"Mayonnaise rice bowl, please." Fourteen raised his hand.

Jiang Cheng waved his hand without looking back: "Go and clean the battlefield, idiot police, please."

"Soba, please," Gui cried out, turning his head back with his sleeves in his hands, and then looking at Shigeru again, "Shogun, remember? You once said that when we meet again, I am afraid that one of the corpses is separated. Time."

After retracting his gaze looking at the slowly departing spaceship of the Heavenly Daoists, Mao Mao nodded lightly: "Ah, remember, and then you also said that the survivors are the creators of the world. But... now I'm the one who created the world. Understand that things in the world are not that simple or rigid."

"No, the samurai is that simple, so simple and cute." Gui shook his head lightly, then turned and slowly left, and at the same time gently raised his hand and said, "Although you and I have different positions, we have the same heart. The ambition is the same as wishing to build a better country. I will keep my promise as your enemy and send you on the road when I meet you next time. So... until then, don’t die, my ambitions enemy."

"Ah, I'm already enlightened."

Hearing the sound, Gui retracted his hand, and at the same time gently hooked the corner of his mouth with a grin. But the next moment...

Looking at the real selection team members who were grinning and pointing their swords at him, Gui's expression sank. After a long period of silence, he raised his head, spreading his face in cold sweat, and said with a smile: "Then what...everyone? Didn’t you hear what I just said? I said it’s time for the next meeting, and it’s not the time limit. Anyway, how about putting away the knife first?"

"What are you talking about? Gui?" Sougo blinked his big innocent eyes and said with his hands open: "The enemy over there (Tiandaozhong, Takasugi faction) has retreated, isn't the remaining enemy you anymore? You got your identity wrong. Hey, guys, don’t forget the identity of Zhensengumi, give it to me!"

Listening to Gui Na’s unstoppable screams, the new Ba Haw, with his head down, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, silently complaining: "Gui Sang, it’s really a shame that you can be alone in this kind of full of enemies. It’s really not something to say that kind of thing on the occasion of (Zhen Xuan Group)."

A certain mountain in the distance, watching from beginning to end, glanced faintly at the huge spacecraft of the Heavenly Daozhong, and then at the disciples of Songyang who were gradually retreating from different battlefields below. They.

"Is this the real "God's Will"? "Oro whispered to himself, and then looked towards Jiang Cheng who was gradually hiding in the woods in a certain direction, "The subverted Providence..."

At a certain moment, Ozy thoughts were drawn to a certain time before, and Songyang was still in prison at a certain moment...

In the dark and damp underground prison full of rotten smells, walking down the stairs step by step, what you see is a dark oil lamp lit in front of a certain prison, kneeling on the ground, bowing his body, bowing his head with a writing brush Mukuro (the letter girl) writing something on a piece of paper.

"What are you doing?" vaguely said.

Hearing the sound, the young Mukuro hurriedly picked up the paper and pen and tightly guarded his chest.

"Mukuro..." Obi walked forward, glanced at Mukuro, who was holding a pen and paper without saying a word, turned his head and looked at the prisoner in the prison again, "Did you do a good thing again? Songyang …"

Sitting on his knees on the ground, with his back facing Hazy, Songyang holding a writing brush facing the wall filled with various characters, heard the sound, and slowly put away the pen.

"Is this what you want to do now..." Ozy murmured softly, and glanced at Songyang again. Should I teach the guards?"

"I'm not fighting against God's will, but myself. I hope my hands that only know of plundering can give others some help. But in the end, it can't be what I wanted."

As he said, Songyang took a Bushido novice on his lap in his hand, and the faces of the children with different personalities in the Matsushita Village School gradually appeared in Songyang's mind.

Songyang's voice was gentle and gentle.

"It was me who was helped. I was born cowardly and everyone was burdened with another self who could not agree with them, and lived in pain. Unfortunately, there is no cure in this world that can escape this pain. But... people It’s not just to be played with by my own weakness and painful for a lifetime. I can also face my weakness and rise up to resist. I can even try to change, even if I suffer from it. Those little warriors have taught me this."

With that, Songyang turned around and smiled as always kindly.

"People... are far more free than you think."

After finishing this memory, Ozaki glanced at Jiang Cheng's direction for the last time, and while turning around, he glanced lightly at the side of the river: "Go back..."

He didn't answer, but glanced at Jiang Cheng's direction with his face paralyzed from beginning to end, before turning around and leaving slowly.

"The choice...is it ready?" Oro asked.

Hey still didn't answer, staring closely in front of him.

"That's good…"

…

"People...how much more freedom than I thought..."

In the forest under the moon, Jiang Cheng sitting by the bonfire under a big tree, looked at the moon reflected from the wine glass in his hand, and whispered softly.

Then he raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky through the branches that were no longer luxuriant in autumn.

"It's been a long time, Jiang Chengsang."

As the rustling footsteps on the fallen leaves heard, Mao Mao's voice also came.

"Master General..." Jiang Cheng lowered his head and poured all the wine in his glass into his throat, and then looked at the scattered drunk people sleeping on the ground. "It's incredible, isn't it? He just lost so much precious. It’s something that can start the cocktail party on the spot the next moment. Humans... really nasty creatures."

"Probably because those lost things have invaded the internal organs and you want to forget it, but you can't forget it." Mao Mao gently glanced at the people sleeping on the ground, and then sat on the ground.

"I hate samurai. I hate it from beginning to end. I always think that what I lost has meaning. I always think that even if it is lost, there will be something left. Boring belief or something..." Jiang Cheng said to himself While pouring the wine, he spoke to himself, speaking at an unhurried or slow rate, and his tone was calm and gentle, "I always think that people... only make sense when they are alive. Other than that... there is no meaning at all. Humans have only two states, alive and...dead. The weight of life is the heaviest thing in the world. Can you... really bear it?"

"If I can't bear it, I won't survive today."

With that said, Mao Mao reached out and took the wine glass that Jiang Cheng handed over.

"Don't forget, those heavy lives, and...don't forget, your sins."

After that, Jiang Cheng poured himself a glass of wine once again, and poured his face back into his throat.

"Sure enough... Jiang Chengsang's wine is still very spicy." Mao Mao, who swallowed the wine, said softly with emotion.

"It's like a knife," Jiang Cheng said casually while pouring Mao Mao, "the invisible knife that always points to your heart, always reminds you not to forget those sinful knives."

"Ah, I know."

With that, Mao Mao drank the wine in his glass again.

Mao Mao couldn't remember how many glasses he had drunk, only remember that when he slowly closed his eyes when he was drunk, Jiang Cheng softly reminded him while drinking...

"Next time... don't be so naive."

…

More than half a month has passed since I got drunk that day.

In the past half month, the situation in Edo has also undergone earth-shaking changes. First, General Tokugawa Shigeru left Edo and went to Kyoto where the emperor was to seek refuge, waiting for the opportunity to make a comeback.

Princess Chengye also left with him, as well as Duke Matsuhira and some loyal close ministers of Mao Mao.

Shinsengumi did not leave together, but stayed in Edo. According to Shigeru, it was because he did not want Shinsengumi to be completely opposed to Shinsengumi now, and he also needs Shinsengumi to continue to protect Edo.

Xixi...Although it is impossible to take over as the general directly because Mao Mao did not announce his abdication, UU read www.uukansshu.com, but because of the edict of the emperor, he became the acting general and acting for Mao Mao who "retired due to illness". Acting for political affairs temporarily.

Tokugawa Shigeru survived, but at the cost of the Iga Ninja who was almost completely slaughtered, and...most of the heartfelt guards of his own Imperial Court, and those heartfelt servants who split up to escape.

The so-called Iga has existed in name only, and so did the so-called Royal Court Fans. Only a handful of people have survived.

By the way, by the way, Katsura, who was picked up by Zhensengumi and put in jail, succeeded in getting out of prison the next day, and he lived up to the title of Kotaro.

There was no obvious change in Jiang Cheng's life, but there was a little tail around him.

…

"Hello, how many days has it been?"

Jiang Cheng, who had just gotten up in his pajamas and had not had time to change his clothes, just opened the sliding door of his room and saw Kagura sitting in front of his computer with vinegar kelp and playing games.