Sure enough, Fujiwara No Chiko was secretly shocked. Everything in front of her was an illusion! And she was in this illusion!
After discovering that everything was an illusion, she hurriedly sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes and concentrated, and tried to find a way to get rid of the illusion in front of her.
She knew that there were many evil arts experts who could use this kind of illusion. Often, the victim would be controlled by the illusion before they could see what the opponent looked like. When she found herself in an illusion, the first thing she had to do was to not panic. The more panicked she was, the deeper she would fall. At this time, she had to find a way to calm herself down, and avoid rushing around.
When she completely calmed down, Fujiwara No Chiko slowly opened her eyes. Ordinary illusions should be completely broken at this time.
The scenery was still the same, but she still couldn't get rid of the illusion in front of her.
Fujiwara No Chiko slowly stood up, ready to carefully look around to see if she could find any clues. At this time, a man came in front of her.
The man was wearing a gray kimono and wooden clogs. He looked to be in his thirties, and he strode toward her.
This … this isn't … isn't this Matsumoto Takeyoshi? Why is he here? Fujiwara No Chiko was shocked. Her only impression of Matsumoto Takeyoshi was at the wedding with Zhou Dao. This man was her father's murderer.
Fujiwara No Chiko narrowed her eyes and stood there quietly. Although she had lost all her memories, she had learned the whole truth. Now that her enemy was in front of her, she wanted to directly end this hatred here.
It was a pity that her sword case was not with her, but there was no need to use a butcher's knife to kill a chicken. With her current cultivation, it would be easy to kill him.
However, the opposite Matsumoto Takeyoshi didn't seem to see Fujiwara No Chiko, and still strode toward Fujiwara No Chiko. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Fujiwara No Chiko, but he still didn't slow down.
"Stop!" Fujiwara No Chiko shouted.
Matsumoto Takeyoshi walked straight towards her as if he hadn't heard her voice.
When Fujiwara No Chiko saw that Matsumoto Takeyoshi had no intention of stopping, she immediately gathered her strength secretly. The moment Matsumoto Takeyoshi was about to touch her, she sent a palm strike towards Matsumoto Takeyoshi's chest!
With this palm strike, Matsumoto Takeyoshi would definitely die!
However, what happened next left Fujiwara No Chiko completely dumbfounded. She did not feel any force coming from her palm. Her palm and her body went straight through Matsumoto Takeyoshi's body!
This … this is also an illusion? Fujiwara No Chiko thought as Matsumoto Takeyoshi's figure slowly disappeared before her eyes.
Before she could regain her senses, another person began to walk towards her from the opposite side.
"Ye … Ye Fan?" Fujiwara No Chiko blurted out.
The person was none other than Ye Fan. However, at this moment, Ye Fan was just like Matsumoto Takeyoshi. He ignored her and walked straight towards Fujiwara No Chiko with an expressionless face.
Swish! Just like Matsumoto Takeyoshi, Ye Fan disappeared the moment he touched Fujiwara No Chiko.
"This … what is going on?" Fujiwara No Chiko looked at Ye Fan who was gradually disappearing and muttered to herself.
"Chiko … Chiko …" Fujiwara No Chiko was puzzled when she suddenly heard someone calling her. It was a man's voice and he was speaking in Japanese.
The voice was illusory and faintly discernible. Fujiwara No Chiko had no idea where the voice came from.
"Who is it?" Fujiwara No Chiko asked aloud. "Who is calling me?"
"Chiko … Chiko …" As the voice got closer, the scenery around Fujiwara No Chiko began to distort. In the blink of an eye, the beautiful grassland melted away and an elegant courtyard appeared around her. She was in the middle of the courtyard.
This was a Japanese-style courtyard. There was a fake mountain, a fish pond, a wooden table, shrubs, potted plants, and an exquisite and warm little wooden house. Everything showed the owner's elegant taste.
"This … this is …" Fujiwara No Chiko suddenly felt that this place was very familiar. She slowly walked on the cobblestone path while looking around the courtyard.
Suddenly, a rag doll hanging under the long corridor of the wooden building came into her sight. This made Fujiwara Chiko's heart tremble. She quickly walked to the corridor and reached out to take the white doll.
This was a Teru Teru Doll, a traditional Japanese cloth doll. Most Japanese would wrap a cotton ball with a white square handkerchief and tie it with a ribbon. Then, they would draw the doll's eyes and mouth on it, and the doll would be ready. After it was done, people would hang the doll high up and pray for a sunny day so that it would be easier to go out and do things. As Japan was surrounded by the sea, the rainy season was frequent, and the air was humid, so people used this method to pray for a sunny day.
As soon as Fujiwara No Chiko touched the Teru Teru Doll, her mind went blank. A few scenes appeared in her mind …
"Dad, look at this doll I made. Does it look good?" a little girl around the age of three or four asked in a tender voice.
"It looks good. My Chiko's hands are so good. Even the dolls she makes are so beautiful." A tall man in a black kimono squatted down and hugged the little girl. "Come, dad will help you hang it up."
"No, no, I'll do it. I'll do it." The little girl stomped her feet and begged the man.
"Okay, okay, okay. Chiko will do it. Chiko will do it." The tall man smiled and hugged the little girl.
"Hehehe …" The little girl giggled and hung the Teru Teru Doll in the hallway …
The scene in her mind changed again. This time, it was indoors. The tall man was sitting on the floor and wiping a long sword. A little girl in a pink kimono was playing with a windmill beside him. Unlike the previous scene, the little girl now looked about seven years old.
"Dad, I want a sword too, is that okay?" The little girl put down the windmill and ran behind the tall man. She wrapped her arms around the man's neck and asked.
"Hehe, Chiko is still young. She can't carry a sword. It'll be very dangerous." The man smiled and scratched the little girl's nose. "When you grow up, dad will personally forge a sword for you, okay?"
"Really?" The little girl's eyes lit up.
"When has dad ever lied to you?" The man smiled and continued to wipe the long sword in his hand.
"Then dad, what's the name of the sword you're going to forge for me?" The little girl asked excitedly, as if she had really obtained a sword. In Dongying, every sword had its own name. This was a Dongying tradition.
"Well," The man stopped what he was doing and thought seriously for a while. Then, he slapped his thigh and said with a smile, "I got it. Let's call it Chihō!"
"Chihō?" The little girl tilted her head and asked with her big eyes.
"Yes, let's call it Chihō." The man sheathed the long sword in his hand and put it aside. Then, he carried the little girl in front of him. "Dad hopes that Chiko will be safe and sound in the future. More than that, I hope that Chiko will be righteous and do her part as a person. What do you think?"
"Okay." The little girl clapped her hands and said with a smile, "Chiko will definitely listen to dad and be a righteous person."
"Hahaha." The man laughed loudly. "That's my good daughter!" As he said that, he poked the little girl's little face with his mouth full of stubble.
"Hahaha …" The little girl dodged and ran away. The man got up and chased after her while laughing …
The scene changed once again.
This time, the scene was still in the courtyard. However, it was not as beautiful as the previous two times.
This time, the little girl sat on the ground in the courtyard and cried sadly. Two fierce samurais held the little girl down so that she could not move.
On the other side, a few samurais dragged the tied up man out of the courtyard.
"What are you doing? Let go of me! "The man shouted loudly. However, the answer he got was a heavy punch.
"Dad … Dad …" The little girl cried until her lungs were torn. Her voice was hoarse.
"Chiko … Chiko …" When the man heard the little girl calling for him, he hurriedly broke free from the samurais' hands and staggered to the little girl.
"Dad …" The little girl cried and shouted loudly.
"Chiko …" Because the man's hands were tied, he had to kneel and put his head on the little girl's forehead. "Chiko, remember dad's words. No matter what, you have to live well. Do you hear me …"
"Dad …" The little girl's tears fell like rain.
"Do you hear me?" The man shouted loudly.
The little girl nodded with tears streaming down her face.
The samurais who came later became angry because the man broke free. They slashed the back of the man's neck. The man fainted in an instant and was then dragged away by a few samurais.
"Dad …" The little girl cried and fainted on the ground …
At this time, Fujiwara No Chiko was sobbing. The little girl was not someone else. She was when she was young. The tall man was her biological father, Fujiwara No Chiko.
She finally understood why she lost all her memories and only remembered Chihō's sword. The reason was very simple. That Chihō's sword was personally made for her by her father. That sword was full of a father's love for his daughter! As for why it ended up in the hands of Ito Fumio, she did not know. All of this was told to her by Ye Fan at that time.
With tears streaming down her face, Fujiwara No Chiko sat down on the steps. She buried her head between her knees and cried.
Finally, she remembered her father's appearance.
"Silly child, why are you crying?" A familiar voice sounded. This voice made the crying Fujiwara No Chiko immediately raise her head.
A tall man with a handsome face and a black kimono stood in front of Fujiwara No Chiko. He lowered his head and smiled at Fujiwara No Chiko.
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