Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 809: Look different

   After a night of hustle and bustle, the sword hunting continues, and the struggle continues to be staged in Hiraizaka.

   And 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 old samurai holding a teacup, quietly gazing at the distant scenery, comprehending Zen.

   The movement stopped for a moment.

   looked outside the tea room.

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

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

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

   The young man outside the door 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 that I will be a teacher, but I will never see it."

   "Since it's here, come in."

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

   There are so many students who want to flatter, they are almost pervasive and hard to defend.

  Especially after he assumed 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.

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

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

   a flamboyant man with a loose martial arts.

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

   "The disciple dare not."

   Raising his hand in the mountain, wiping the sweat from his forehead, he held up a box from his side: "I just came in and got a chance. I don't dare to cherish my broom. I also ask Sato Master Fan Yajian."

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

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

   Sato's raised arm paused.

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

The tea kettle is made of black iron, but the style is indescribably delicate and light. The fine 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.

   That is not a precious border relic, but the tea kettle that has been conceived by tea masters for decades is already self-generating, which is rarer than any border relic.

   is really rare and elegant.

  Although he doesn't like the generations of Flyying and Gougou, 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.

   is 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 such a rare 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, an old-eyed and dim-eyed person?"

   Yamanaka couldn't help shaking his head and smiling.

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

"At the end of the day, it's just a teapot." Yamanaka replied politely, "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, Bo Le doesn't often have it."

   After hearing this, Sato recalled the difficult years, and suddenly felt 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 are really 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 teaching from time to time."

   "I go to the dojo every Friday and want to teach 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 good, 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 gradually disappeared.

   In the silence, Sato looked down at the tea kettle in the box, but for a long time, he took out his mobile 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 door?"

   "In the mountains?"

Fujihira thought for a moment: "There are so many disciples in the dojo, I don’t have any impression, but I remember it seems that there is a mountain that paid money to donate in, the home is the local agricultural association, and some are money. I haven’t had a few lessons, but I mixed up with a group of friends . 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 nice to be a formal disciple."

   Fujihira on the other end of the phone immediately agreed.

   "Then you have to treat someone."

   At this time of the year, there are not many disciples in the dojo who come out to perform activities like this. They want to find a way to enter 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 everyone to take what they need.

   Especially disciples like Yamanaka.

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

   is generous and respects the teacher.

   The natural benefits of teaching are endless.

   But accepting disciples naturally can't be so hasty. If you only look at one side of the relationship, you naturally have to look at it for a long time and make sure that you won't cause trouble for yourself before you formally consider it.

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

   Sato narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but expectantly.

   And the speed of this cheap disciple who hasn't written a word in the mountains is faster than he thought.

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

   just three minutes before Sato arrived.

  .

  .

   "Sato Teacher!"

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

   raised his head and glanced at it, only to realize that it was a young man bowing respectfully in front of the door.

   Do you remember the name... Yamanaka Old House?

   See you again so soon.

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

   In the mountain for a moment, I suddenly felt in my heart and couldn't help but smile.

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

   I 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, his heart suddenly felt.

   Although he didn't know where he got so many samurai sabers, how much did it cost, I'm afraid it's the idea to show off this time, right?

   As expected, very thoughtful.

   That’s why I wanted to do what I wanted. If one of the referees of the knife hunter could push him behind, he would be pretty sure this time, and he would be able to become famous among his peers in the future...

   It's a pity that the young man is still a little tender after all.

   Where can't I see Sato?

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

   Sato Shihan looked serious. The full text of 噺⒏⑴The fastest んττρs:/м.χ八㈠zщ.còм/

   "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 him on the shoulder: "Young people should guard against arrogance and rashness, and don't be too arrogant."

   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, wouldn’t you give me a favor?

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

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

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

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

   My future disciple might have a bright future.

   He thought so.

   "Ancient House in the Mountains" has been standing in place and bowing respectfully, until Sato Sensei walked away, and then slowly straightened up, feeling the subtle sight around him.

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

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

  I have just returned from the knife hunter, and the disciple with more than 70 sharp blades slowly walked forward, with a sneer like finding fault: "Hey, you are very faceless."

Yamanaka stood in place and withdrew his gaze from the direction Sato Shifan had left, his expression changed from smiling to indifferent, and he turned away from the person and asked, "Do you think I know you well?" :https://

  The visitor was furious.

  , without waiting for him to do it, the "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 didn't understand.

   "Are you here to find me for fun, 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 hunting? Don't make trouble after three years of age!"

   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~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and finally realized, "Login, register? What to register?"

   "Of course it is the result of Tokari!"

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?

   The normal school came to inspect the mission just now, haven't you arrived? "

"me……"

   "What am I?"

   in the mountains coldly pointed to the large baskets and boxes beside him: "Place the things in there and count them yourself! Don't make false reports, I have counts here!"

   said, he patted the blackboard behind him, and all of a sudden the names and the number of knives were displayed on it.

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

  心...I mentioned in my throat, under the second-hand dojo uniform I bought, my calf has already started to twitch.

   is always ready to escape.

   "Seven, seventy-one..."

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

   Under 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 eyes of the Juggernaut?

   The answer is yes.

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