Maybe a Fake Gintama Chapter 753: : People… are far more free than they think.

"Do you have my share, Aru?"

Kagura, with a bruised face and a dirty face, changed her attitude after hearing such a conversation, and followed excitedly.

"I'm not prepared." Jiang Cheng waved his hands without looking back, "Who knew that Qiuyou would come to such a place, really."

"One chestnut parfait, please."

Yinshi raised his hand, stared at the dead fish and opened his mouth, raised his foot and followed slowly.

Hearing the sound, a blue vein suddenly popped up on Jiang Cheng's forehead: "Do you think this is a restaurant?! Didn't you guys still fight just now?! Your attitude has changed too quickly!"

"One serving of rice with mayonnaise, please." Fourteen raised his hand.

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

"Buckwheat noodles, please," Gui turned his head and shouted with his sleeves in his hands, and then looked at Mao Mao again, "Master General, remember? You once said that when we meet again, I am afraid it will be one of them When the corpse is separated."

After looking back at the slowly departing spaceship of the Tiandao people, Mao Mao nodded lightly: "Ah, I still remember, and then you also said that the survivors are the creators of the world. But... Now I understand that things in the world are not so simple and not so rigid."

"No, a samurai is that simple, so simple and cute." Gui shook his head lightly, then turned and left slowly, at the same time slightly raised his hand and said: "Although you and I have different positions, It's the same to have the same ambition, to want to build a better country. I will keep my word as your enemy and send you on your way the next time we meet. So...until then, don't die, my A like-minded enemy."

"Ah, I've made up my mind."

Hearing the sound, Gui withdrew his hand, and at the same time lightly hooked the corner of his mouth and let out a snort. But the next moment...

Looking at the grinning and grinning Zhenxuan team members pointing at him with their swords, Gui's face darkened, and after a long silence, he raised his head, his face was covered with cold sweat, and he 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 the time limit has not yet come. Anyway, how about putting away the knife first?”

"What are you talking about? Gui?" Sougo blinked his big innocent eyes, spread his hands and said, "The enemies over there (Tiandaozhong, Takasugi faction) have already retreated, so the remaining enemy is you Do you? Don’t get your identity wrong. Hey, everyone, don’t forget the identity of Zhensengumi, give it to me!”

Hearing Gui's unstoppable screams, Xin Bachi pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose with his head down, and silently complained: "Gui Sang, it's a good thing you can be alone in this It’s really not a cover for the natural stupidity to say that in a situation full of enemies (Masengumi).”

A certain mountain in the distance, who has been watching from the beginning to the end, faintly glanced at the huge spaceship of the Heavenly Daoists that was gradually going away, and then looked down at Song Song, who was gradually retreating in different battlefields. Yang's disciples.

"Is this the real "God's Will"? "Long whispered to himself, and then looked at Jiang Cheng who was gradually disappearing into the woods in a certain direction, "The overturned will of God..."

At a certain moment, Hazy's thoughts were pulled back to a certain time in the past, when Songyang was still in the prison...

In the dark and damp underground prison full of rotten smell, he walked down the stairs step by step, and all he could see was in front of a certain prison, with a dim oil lamp lit, kneeling on the ground, crouching, bowing his head. Mukuro (shin girl) writing something on a piece of paper with a brush.

"What are you doing?" Hazy asked lightly.

Hearing the sound, the young Muke quickly picked up the pen and paper and held it tightly to his chest.

"Mu..." Hao stepped forward, glanced at Mui who was silent while protecting the paper and pen, then turned his head to look at the prisoner in the prison, "Is it something you did again?" ? Songyang..."

Kneeling on the ground, with his back to Oboro, holding a brush and facing the wall full of various characters, Song Yang heard the sound and slowly put away the brush.

"Is this what you want to do now..." Oboro murmured softly, and glanced at Songyang again, "defying the will of God, being demoted to the ground, and can only wait to die in this dirty dungeon , but still teach the guards to learn knowledge?"

"What I am fighting against is not God's will, but myself. I hope that my hands that only know how to plunder can help others. But in the end, I can't do what I want."

Speaking, Songyang took a book of bushido beginners on his lap in his hand, and the faces of the children with different personalities in the Matsushita Village School gradually came to Songyang's mind.

Songyang's voice was unhurried, gentle and gentle.

"It was me who was helped. People are born cowardly, and everyone is burdened with another self that they cannot reach a consensus with, and they live in pain. Unfortunately, there is no good way in this world to escape this pain. But... people don't just have to be played with by their own cowardice and suffer all their lives. They can also face their cowardice and stand up against it. They can try to change, even if they suffer because of it. Those little warriors taught me that."

Speaking, Songyang turned his head and showed the same warm smile as always.

"People... are much more free than they imagined."

After finishing this memory, Oboro cast a last glance at Jiang Cheng's direction, turned around and at the same time cast a faint glance at Bi at the side: "Going back..."

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

"The choice...has already been made?" Hazy asked.

Bi still didn't answer, staring closely at the front of himself.

"That's good..."

…

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

In the forest under the moon, Jiang Cheng, who was sitting cross-legged under a big tree by the campfire, looked at the moon reflected in the wine glass in his hand, and murmured softly.

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

"Long time no see, Jiang Chengsang."

At the same time as the rustling footsteps on the fallen leaves came, Mao Mao's voice also came.

"Master General..." Jiang Cheng lowered his head and poured all the wine in the glass down his throat, and then looked at the people scattered around drunk sleeping on the ground, "Isn't it incredible? You just lost There are so many precious things, but the next moment you can start a reception or something. Human beings... are really disgusting creatures."

"It's probably because those lost things have invaded the internal organs and I want to forget it, but I can't forget it." Mao Mao glanced at the people sleeping on the ground with gentle eyes, and then sat on the ground.

"I hate samurai, from the beginning to the end. I always think that what is lost has meaning. I always think that even if I lose something, there will be something left, such a boring belief..." Jiang Cheng While pouring wine for himself, he said to himself, speaking in a calm and unhurried manner, with a calm but calm tone, "I always think that people... only have meaning when they are alive. Other than that... there is no meaning at all. It doesn't make any sense. There are only two states of a person, alive and...dead. The weight of life is the heaviest thing in this world. Can you...can you really carry it?"

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

Speaking, Mao Mao reached out to take the wine glass that Jiang Cheng handed over.

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

After finishing speaking, Jiang Cheng poured himself a glass of wine again, raised his face and poured it all down his throat.

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

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

"Ah, I know."

Speaking, Mao Mao drank the wine in the glass again.

Maomao can't remember how many cups he drank, but he only remembers that at the moment when he was drunk and slowly closed his eyes, Jiang Cheng reminded him softly while drinking...

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

…

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, the general Tokugawa Shigeru left Edo and went to Kyoto, where the emperor was, to seek asylum, waiting for an opportunity to make a comeback.

Princess Cheng Ye also left with her, along with Lord Song Ping and some of Mao Mao's loyal ministers.

The Shinsengumi did not leave together, but stayed in Edo. According to Momomo, it was because he did not want the Shinsengumi to completely oppose the Shinsengumi now, and the Shinsengumi needed to continue to protect Edo .

Xixi... Although Mao Mao did not announce his abdication, he could not directly take over as the general, but because of the emperor's edict~IndoMTL.com~ he became the acting general in a majestic way, representing Mao Mao who "retired due to illness" Temporarily acting as a political agent.

Tokugawa Shigeru survived, but the price was the Iga ninjas who were almost slaughtered, and...most of the heartfelt guards of his imperial family, and those who were divided into several groups to escape for him Heartfelt retainer.

The so-called Iga is dead in name only, and so are the so-called Imperial Court Fans. There are only a handful of people who survived.

By the way, by the way, Katsura, who was picked up by the Shinsengumi and thrown into the prison of the Shinsengumi, successfully escaped from prison the next day, and lived up to the title of running away Kotaro.

Jiang Cheng's life has not changed significantly, but there is a little tail around him.

…

"Hey, how long has it been?"

Jiang Cheng, who had just woken up in pajamas and hadn't had time to change, just opened the sliding door of his room, and what he saw was Kagura who was sitting in front of his computer and playing games, biting a kombu vinegar.

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