Lady Lin's First-ever Journey to Immortality Chapter 357 - The Immortal Tokugawa Ieyasu

Chapter 357 The Immortal Tokugawa Ieyasu

Tokugawa Makita wakes up and realizes he is swinging. The world is different from what he knows.

The cold wind mixed with snow dashes into his neck. Tokugawa Makita finds all he could see is the root of the tree. It turns out that his legs have been tied up and he is hung upside down in the dense forest.

The wind brings voices from the distance. He tries his best to raise his neck and sees that people who caught him have set a low table and are now making tea on the hillside in the snow.

Snowflakes fall on black branches and a wild plum adds a little red. In such a fascinating scenery, a beauty is pouring water. This is usually a very elegant thing to do even in the upper circle of Edo—on the condition that he sits next to the beauty instead of being hung upside down here in the cold wind.

As a samurai, Tokugawa Makita’s dignity does not allow him to beg for mercy. He just stubbornly struggles to free himself. However, the rope tied to his body is like a spider’s thread. The more he struggles, the tighter it is. He almost runs out of energy in the end.

He finally gives up, swaying there like a hanging sausage.

He can hear the whisper on the hillside since now he is quiet. Their conversation is scattered by the wind so he can’t hear it very clearly.

Now Tokugawa Makita hasn’t noticed that these people are not speaking Nihonese.

…

Lin Qingxue now wakes up and tears up the typical Edo oiran (courtesans) clothes. As a Huaxia female soldier, she will never wear Nihon Kimono.

Lin Luoran finds a dress in s.p.a.ce for her. Lin Qingxue only wears a thin dress on such a snowy day but she seemingly doesn’t feel cold at all.

“Don’t you feel cold?” Lin Luoran makes an egg pie with vegetables for Mr. Lin and hands it to him.

Lin Qingxue shakes her head, “No. It’s not really snowing here.”

Lin Luoran nods. This Special Forces woman is much powerful than she thought.

“When did you know everything here is not real?” Even her cleared eyes can’t see through the illusion here. The sophisticated Edo era looks so real.

Lin Qingxue holds the cup and drinks two sips of tea. The tea is warm and makes her calm down.

“I met cultivator Cui Hejian soon after I came here… He actually said he was the medical officer of Tokugawa shogunate. I followed him to Edo and walked for more than a day. After drinking the water in the stream, I felt so dizzy and couldn’t even remember why I am here for a moment. Therefore, I was alert and refused to eat food here. Then I ran into cultivator Ye Xiaobei who said he was the second son of the Tokugawa family. I realized this might be a place where people forget the past and live in a dream ignorantly. To remind myself, I engraved my own name on my arm. But even so… ”

Lin Qingxue smiles bitterly, “Even so, I still forgot who I am without noticing it. Sometimes I thought I was really a geisha who learned singing and dancing since childhood.”

Lin Luoran smiles gently, “Do you know how long have you been here?”

Lin Qingxue is stunned, “Maybe half a month, otherwise how can I learn those strange performances?”

Lin Luoran shakes her head and suddenly asks the eavesdropping man who is swinging under a tree branch, “You tell me how long has she been in Edo?”

Upside down, Tokugawa Makita’s face turns red with hypoxia. He screams angrily, “What did you guys do to Miss Yukiko? She is the best tayu in Edo and has been performing on the stage for a year! ”

“Tayu” is the t.i.tle of the highest-cla.s.s courtesan even better than Oiran in the Edo era. It means a performer or a senior courtesan.

Lin Luoran shrugs, “You said you have been here for more than a month. He said you have been performing on the stage for a year… Actually, you just came into the Mount Fuji crater shortly before us. Altogether I think you are here only for about two hours.”

Two hours… Lin Qingxue is so surprised. What kind of dream is this? She only comes here for two hours but she feels like living a totally different life. She is “Yukiko” here, a geisha who has studied singing and dancing from a young age.

“What’s more, you can still vaguely remember who you are because you haven’t been to the Komaba Park in Shibuya.”

“The Komaba Park?”

Lin Luoran nods but she doesn’t say anything.

Lin Qingxue came here and became a geisha. Ye Xiaobei thinks he is the second son of the Tokugawa family. Fatty Cui’s cousin, Cui Hejian, thinks he is a medical officer… What about Luodong and Huang Weijian?

She hasn’t found the key to this “Dream” but can still hold on with the power of faith to back her up. But maybe Mr. Lin and Yuan Ye can’t escape from the fate of losing themselves as time pa.s.ses by.

“Everything starts with Tokugawa Ieyasu’s expansion of the Hongu Sengen Taisha Shrine in Mount Fuji.” Lin Luoran knocks on the table and looks at Ye Xiaobei, a swaying sausage in the wind.

Yuan Ye knows his grandmaster very well and helps her finish her sentence, “We can just go to ask General Tokugawa for a ransom… It is so funny. This boy suddenly has one more father. If his grandma knows it, he will be killed when he returns.”

Yuan Ye says it in a very easy way but Tokugawa Makita flinches. He really doesn’t know what these outsiders are thinking about.

…

“My second son was caught? That’s nonsense!” A middle-aged general with white face and black clothes angrily shatters the valuable porcelain from the other side of the ocean, the Ming.

“General, we are so useless and we deserve to die. Now we still can’t find out where he is…”

Tokugawa Ieyasu wears wooden clogs and the traditional samurai hairstyle with shaved pate and topknot. It’s really not a heroic outfit. He is also not very tall but he has a n.o.ble and powerful momentum.

Seeing how angry he is, these samurais are all trembling.

“I guess maybe it’s the Toyotomi family?”

Tokugawa Ieyasu doesn’t response. Now he has just established the Shogunate system in Edo and the Toyotomi family still occupies Osaka. He can’t underestimate the power of this family. If it is the Toyotomi family, why did they kidnap Tokugawa Makita?

Tokugawa Ieyasu has many sons and he will never stop his steps to unite the world just because of a son from his concubine—even it is the second son he has always valued.

“Toyotomi Hideyori is only eleven years old. It must be his mother Yodo-dono’s order. Women and young children are so ignorant and stupid!”

Tokugawa Ieyasu suddenly calms down. No one knows what he is thinking.

These samurais have been waiting for so long but they still don’t get the order to rescue. They can’t read General Tokugawa’s mind. Looking down for such a long time, their necks are so sore and stiff. As for the “Toyotomi Hideyori” General Tokugawa is talking about, he was the master of this world a few years ago. Tokugawa Ieyasu can belittle the eleven-year-old boy, but these samurais can’t talk so wildly.

“General…”

A domestic servant stumbles in and almost knocks over the beautifully crafted Ming Byobu.

“General, two men and two women come from outside. They caught the second son!”

Tokugawa Ieyasu is furious. The two men and two women break into the yard as soon as the servant finishes his sentence. The samurais rush out in wooden clogs and some guards are protecting Tokugawa Ieyasu beside him.

When Tokugawa Ieyasu just steps out of the hall, a bullet whistles here aiming at his head.

A samurai beside him gives a loud shout and tries to cut the bullet with his sword. He is so fast that he really cuts on the bullet. However, the indestructible magical bullet has a frosting power. His broken steel sword flies out and the bullet penetrates through his shoulder and most of his body is covered with frost, becoming stiff and unmovable in a blink of an eye.

The first bullet shot by Lin Qingxue is still halfway through and here comes the second one. All samurais are still alert about the first “hidden weapon” and Lin Qingxue’s second bullet has arrived in a second. It shots right between Tokugawa Ieyasu’s eyes.

“Good shot!”

Mr. Lin and Yuan Ye didn’t witness Lin Qingxue’s heroic story of shooting the Blood Line in the head. They now admire her so much.

Lin Qingxue is still calm. She is no longer the recruit who flushed with excitement after shooting the Blood Line a few years ago.

“General Tokugawa!”

“General!”

“Father!”

Tokugawa Ieyasu is shot between the eyes and falls to the ground. Samurais all glare at them angrily with swords in hands. It seems that more servants and samurais are coming from the far door to catch and kill these a.s.sa.s.sins of General Tokugawa.

But those people who rush here are blocked by an invisible barrier. Those samurais slash furiously with their swords but they cannot break the protection of the magical shield at all.

Tokugawa Makita’s eyes are wide open. Staring at the “Yukiko” he once liked so much, he really wants to eat her alive now.

However, now he is stiff all over like a marionette. From the inside, swords of those samurais of his family are chopping on a light shield. It’s impossible for them to catch these murderers.

“Black magic… you are all monsters…” Tokugawa Makita totally loses his mind.

In such an atmosphere, thinking of how different “Tokugawa Makita” is now, Lin Luoran laughs ruthlessly, “Your dad is the monster, not us.”

Her words are so mean. From Lin Qingxue to Lin Luoran, Mr. Tokugawa Makita changes the selected person he wants to kill with his eyes.

Lin Luoran points at Tokugawa Ieyasu on the ground, “You can just take a look carefully.”

Look at what?

A domestic servant exclaims. Tokugawa Makita cannot help but follows the sound. Turning red because of hatred, his eyes are wide open as if he sees something incredible.

Tokugawa Ieyasu who was shot in the head now holds a pillar and stands up with a bad look.

The place between his eyebrows is not covered by frost at all. The deep bullet mark disappears and there is only a small black hole left without even a drop of blood. Tokugawa Makita can see it with his own eyes that it is gradually healing… What’s happening now?

“Can a man be immortal? Ye Xiaobei, open your eyes. Is this immortal monster your father? ”

Lin Luoran finishes her last few words. This place is full of the power of faith with darkness attribute so the Fly Apsaras painted sculpture in her ocean of consciousness shows a kind face. A little white light flashes between the eyes of the sculpture and then the crystal power of faith melts into her words without being noticed.

If Lin Luoran pays attention to the ocean of consciousness at this time, she will definitely discover that this sudden light is from the tear pearl mixed by Momo and her together.

Is he your father?

Some pictures flow back into Tokugawa Makita’s brain and he sees a small black box connected to the world by a wire… This is a computer. It’s so strange… How can he recognize it?

The mansion built in the mountains… the cultivators family almost without a successor… a tough grandma and a father who is kind of weak…

Is this immortal monster your father?

—No, my father is the 63rd generation descendant of the Ye family in Zu Mountain. He has no Taoist root so he always deeply blames himself for the downfall of the Ye family. My father is Ye Dingzhen.

Ye Xiaobei crouches down, holding his head. One side is the beloved second son since childhood from a concubine of Tokugawa Ieyasu. One side is the only son of a decaying cultivators’ family who is just an ordinary nerd.

Two completely different lives mingle in his mind.

Who am I?