After the night of hustle and bustle, the sword hunting continued, and the struggle continued to be staged in Huangquan Hirazaka.

In some places, it is as quiet as before.

In the courtyard directly opposite the tea room, under the influx of water, the startled deer rang with a crisp sound. Above the white sand, plum blossoms are falling on the dark rocks.

The slightly older samurai was holding a teacup, quietly gazing at the distant scenery and comprehending Zen.

The movement stopped for a moment.

He looked at the door of the tea room.

Behind the paper door, soft footsteps approached slowly. The visitor stopped at the door, did not conceal his existence, but waited respectfully.

After waiting for the samurai to finish drinking the tea, the visitor knocked on the door gently and reported respectfully: "Sato Master, disciple Yamanakaguya dare to see you."

Sato put down his teacup and asked indifferently, "Why didn't you knock on the door in the first place?"

The young man outside bowed his head, "Don't dare to disturb your taste."

Sato smiled, "Will you not disturb now?"

The voice behind the door became more respectful: "There are so many things in my mind, it's really uneasy, I'm afraid I will be a teacher, but I will never see it."

"Since it's here, just come in."

Sato took a breath and couldn't help feeling bored.

There are so many students who want to flatter, they are almost all-pervasive and hard to guard against.

Especially after he took up the duties of a knife hunter, he became more and more diligent, and even the tea room where he occasionally took a break was called.

The paper door opened, revealing the handsome boy kneeling outside the door.

Wearing the uniform of the dojo and carrying a long ornately decorated knife, the scabbard looks too gorgeous, not like a murder weapon, but like a work of art.

Although there were traces of holding the sword on his fingers, there were no calluses.

Martial arts flamboyant.

Sato glanced at it and asked, "Since I'm here, do you want to drink tea with me?"

"The disciples dare not."

The mountain raised his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and held up a box from his side: "I just came in and got an occasional thing. I don't dare to cherish my broom. I also ask Sato Master Fan Yajian."

Sato originally didn't want to watch, but just planned to wave his hand to let him get out with his things.

But the young man moved quickly and directly opened the exquisite box, slowly pushing the contents of the box forward.

Sato's raised arm paused.

Among the soft brocade, the ancient tea kettle reveals its true meaning.

The tea kettle made of black iron, but the style is indescribably delicate and light. The finely shattered texture like fish scales contains strands of source quality, and a mysterious and secluded charm rushes to the face, making people feel There was a moment of silence.

It is not a precious border relic, but the tea kettle after decades of gestation by tea masters is already self-generating, which is rarer than any border relic.

It is really rare and elegant.

Although he doesn't like the people of the fly camp and the dog Gou, the exquisite tea kettle in front of him also makes Sato involuntarily happy. Nishi now, following the movements of the young man Yamanaka, the tea kettle was pushed in front of Sato.

Close at hand.

Sato lowered his eyes and looked at the awkward and vicissitudes of the cauldron. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand and touch it gently. After a while, he felt a slight coolness, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell the illusion of tea.

"This is really a rare and wonderful thing..."

In the long silence, Sato finally raised his eyes, and his expression became serious: "I'm afraid it will be a jewel in the dust if you bring it to me like an old-eyed person?"

The mountain couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.

The smile of the young man is so gentle and soft, which makes people feel good.

"In the final analysis, it's just a teapot." Yamanaka replied with politeness, "People who like it are naturally rare, but people who don't like it will only see it as tattered. It can be seen that there are often thousands of horses, but Bole is not so often. Have."

"Yes, Bole doesn't often have it."

After hearing this, Sato recalled the difficult years, and he was full of emotion.

After a long time, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he looked at the disciple in front of him: "But Yamanaka, you compare me to Bole, but you really are not a great horse. What can I point you to?"

The young man looked down and replied respectfully: "I don't dare to ask for anything, I just hope to listen to your teachings from time to time."

"I go to the dojo every Friday, wanting to teach you why I don't see you in my class?"

"Of course I hope you can look at you differently."

When he said that, the young man raised his head and let his teacher look sharply at him, hiding the trembling of his fingers, trying to show his spine.

Sato was silent for a moment, then laughed softly.

"Very well, Yamanaka-kun." He said, "I will accept the tea kettle. I will see your performance."

"Then let's say goodbye."

The young man said goodbye politely, took two steps back, and finally saluted again, gently closing the door for him.

The footsteps faded away.

In the silence, Sato looked down at the tea kettle in the box. For a long time, he took out his cell phone and dialed the phone of his colleague.

"This is Fujihira."

"It's me." Sato asked, "I remember, there is a disciple named Yamanaka Guya under your school?"

"In the mountains?"

Fujihira thought for a while: "There are so many disciples in the dojo, I don’t have any impression, but I remember that there seems to be a mountain that spent money to donate in, the home is the local agricultural association, and some are money. I haven’t had a few lessons, but I have mixed up with a group of friends and dogs. . But I have a sense of measure, and I haven't made any trouble."

Fujihira asked, "Is he going on your way?"

"Yes."

Sato said frankly: "If you perform well, it would be good to be a formal disciple."

Fujihira on the other end of the phone immediately understood.

"Then you have to treat someone."

At this time of the year, there are not many disciples in the dojo who come out for activities like this, and they want to find a step in or seek other transfers. Naturally, teachers are not too ruthless, and if possible, they will often raise their hands high.

It's not uncommon for people to take the sedan chair.

Especially disciples like Yamanaka.

Know how to measure, know how to advance and retreat.

He was generous and respected the teacher.

Naturally, the benefits are endless.

But naturally it is not possible to accept disciples so hastily. Only by looking at the fate of one side, it will naturally take a long time to investigate and confirm that it will not cause trouble for yourself before it will be formally considered.

During this period, it was time for the disciple to perform...

Sato narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but look forward to it.

And the speed of this cheap disciple in the mountains, who hadn't made a stroke, was faster than he thought.

According to surveillance video, he had already set up the stall at the gate of the dojo at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Just three minutes before Sato arrived.

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"Sato Teacher!"

Just in front of the gate of the dojo, before Sato looked up, he heard a magnificent, sonorous, 1.2 million energetic greeting, and he almost drew his knife in surprise.

He raised his head and glanced at him, only to realize that it was the young man who bowed respectfully in front of the door.

Remember the name is... The Old House in the Mountain?

See you again so soon.

The shout was too high, so that everyone around, the disciples passing by inside and outside the dojo all looked over with curious eyes

The mountain was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly he couldn't help but smile.

This little guy is actually using himself to build momentum now?

You can see that in the basket behind him, there are hundreds of famous knives scattered around, the number is quite astonishing. Can feel the aura left by the warrior's long-term immersion, it is undoubtedly genuine.

Suddenly, he felt a sudden feeling in his heart.

Although it is not clear where he got so many samurai sabers and how much it cost, I am afraid it is also the idea of ​​making a big show with this time?

Sure enough, very thoughtful.

That's why he wants to do what he likes. If one of the referees of the knife hunter can push him behind, he will be sure of it this time, and he will be able to become famous among his peers in the future...

It's a pity that young people are still a little tender after all.

Where can't Sato see it yet?

Under this young man's seemingly calm and solemn appearance, his heart and pulse were in a mess, and he was already sweating nervously...

Sato Teacher's expression became serious.

"In the mountains!"

Suddenly, the ancient house in the mountain trembled and lowered his head: "The disciple is here!"

Seeing him trembling, Sato smiled, stretched out his hand, and patted his shoulder: "Young people must guard against arrogance and rashness, and don't be too far-sighted."

Although I don't plan to be bad or good, I still have to beat it.

But after the beating, you have to encourage more, otherwise, don't you want to give a favor?

In this way, in front of many disciples, Sato encouraged him: "Come on, Yamanaka-kun, the future is up to you."

The mountain was stunned for a moment, and immediately ecstatic, responded loudly: "Yes!"

Feeling the longing gaze coming from beside him, Sato smiled slightly and turned and walked into the dojo.

If you are sensible and polite, you can get money, especially if you have ideas...

My future disciple might have a bright future.

He thought so.

"Ancient House in the Mountain" kept standing and bowing respectfully, until Sato Master walked away, and then slowly straightened up, feeling the subtle gaze coming from around.

A bit indifferent, a bit mocking, and a bit hostile...

Seeing a dojo disciple who had never seen him bring back so many results, and also received the approval of the referee teacher, other people's hearts suddenly became unpleasant.

A disciple who had just returned from the knife hunter, with more than seventy sharp blades, slowly walked forward, sneering like finding fault: "Hey, you are very faceless."

Standing in the same place, the mountain retracted his gaze from the direction Sato Shifan left, his expression changed from smiling to indifferent, and he asked the person who came, "Do you think I see you familiar?"

The visitor was furious.

But before he could do it, "Old House in the Mountain" picked up the registration board at hand, holding a pen in his hand, and asked impatiently: "How many?"

"Ok?"

The disciple who was looking for the fault was taken aback, but did not understand.

"Are you here for my pastime, bastard!"

The expression in the mountain suddenly became annoyed, and the pen in his hand tapped on the board, almost annoyed: "I asked you how many, did you not go to the knife hunter? Don't mess with it under three years old!"

The young man patted the table and said unhappily, "I'm registering here—"

"Huh?" The disciple who was looking for the fault was stunned for a long time, and finally reacted, "Login, register? What to register?"

"Of course it is the result of the sword hunter!"

The ancient house in the mountains scratched his nostrils: "Stay in unison and register for the count. These days, you guys have come back to report in a scattered way. You still output so much. Are you using the teacher’s place as the accountant? Gentlemen have been annoyed. That's it. Otherwise, why do you want me to do this job?

Teachers also came to inspect the mission just now, haven't you arrived? "

"me……"

"What am I?"

Mountain indifferently pointed to the large baskets and boxes next to him: "I put my stuff there~lightnovelpub.net~ count yourself! Don't make false reports, I have counts here!"

As he said, he patted the blackboard behind him, and immediately displayed the names and the number of knives.

Glancing at the visitor impatiently, waiting for him to answer.

Xin...has already mentioned in his throat, under the second-hand dojo uniform that he bought, his calf has already begun to twitch.

Be ready at any time and run away.

"Seven, seventy-one..."

The visitor was shocked by his angry look, as if finally understood, subconsciously obeyed his command, put the knife in the frame, and let him take it away.

With the support of the teacher, there is no doubt about the origin of this person.

Anyway, this is the entrance of the dojo, there will always be no one who boldly promises to play tricks under the eyelids of the Juggernaut?

The answer is yes.