After Dongmei finished screaming, she remembered that the "murderer" who cried to her was watching from the side at this time, and her heart suddenly felt empty.

Kitahara Xiuji didn't hear it, after all, it's all about Chen sesame and rotten grain, hitting people doesn't slap their faces, exposing people doesn't expose their shortcomings, there's no need to embarrass the little radish head.

But Xueli is an honest girl, and she is still very serious in swordsmanship, and directly retorted next to her: "Sister, your strength is indeed not as good as before, you seem to be unconsciously hesitant and timid when you play a sword now, although it is only a little as thin as a hair, but my feeling will not go wrong, it should be that there is something wrong with your sword heart! Dad often says that learning a sword is not a sword, it is a sword heart." The process of learning the sword is the process of polishing people's hearts, to make people's hearts crystal clear, tough, sharp, rigid and soft, soft and rigid, and finally turn people's hearts into a sword heart, from then on holding a sword will be invincible......"

Xueli rarely speaks at length, and her speech is a bit upside down, which makes Dongmei stunned for a while-of her twin sister she understands, although she doesn't speak too much, but she always tells the truth, could it be that her strength has really regressed now? And what kind of strange sword heart is wrong? was snatched away by him?

She couldn't help but look at Shuji Kitahara - could it be that she was really afraid of him in her heart?

It seems that now that I am holding a bamboo sword, I really don't have the feeling of being steadfast before......

Thinking of this, the natural stubbornness in her heart suddenly rose, and she tightened the bamboo sword in her hand and wanted to launch a direct challenge to Kitahara Shuji to prove that although she had lost to him very badly, she was not afraid of him in her heart, she was just waiting for the opportunity to accumulate strength!

But she opened her mouth a few times, and remembered the previous tragic duel, the kind of pointless effort and sweat of her nearly ten years, and the sense of despair that she was worthless in front of Kitahara Shuji quickly permeated her heart, and she didn't dare to propose a fair and just competition.

People who have not experienced a painful failure will not understand the unwillingness to be defeated in front of others, the kind of grievance, the kind of heart blockage, and will not understand the self-denial caused by this--Is my efforts worthwhile? Can I be rewarded for suffering so much and being so tired? Am I already destined to be a failure?

It is not for nothing that many people collapse after a major failure in life, and no matter how good they were before, they have since sunk into obscenity and become living walking dead.

It is very easy to say that you fall and get back up, but it is not easy to withstand the test of failure repeatedly. Failure, feeling uncomfortable, working hard, failing again, accepting fate, getting by, and being eliminated from the game of life, there are actually countless such people, and there are many people in the world.

Of course, Fuyumi's frontal crushing defeat by Kitahara Shuji is not a major failure in her life, but she is only sixteen years old, and this failure is enough for her to drink a pot.

She stood there for a moment, holding the bamboo sword and pondering - was my sword heart really ruined by that little white face?

Naokaka Fukuzawa glanced at his eldest daughter, but he couldn't help it. He didn't think that this eldest daughter was talented in swordsmanship before, so he didn't want her to take swordsmanship too seriously, but he taught it casually, and tried to cultivate it in terms of hobbies, so that she didn't take it too seriously-this kind of victory can be happy to win, and no one will take it to heart.

But the eldest daughter's personality is stubborn and stubborn, she practices by herself when she has nothing to do, she practices by herself when she has nothing to do, and she doesn't want to admit defeat, until she was easily defeated by her sister at the age of twelve, she finally set her sights on other aspects - she can barely accept being defeated by her sibling sister, after all, her father spent several times more energy on her sister than her, and she didn't think it was her own problem when she lost.

But being defeated by an outsider of the same age, it is a little difficult to re-complete the psychological construction.

Sometimes it is also a kind of courage to admit that others are better than yourself, and understand that life is not a single competition, but a comprehensive competition, and you don't always need to think about your own shortcomings - Fukuzawa Naotaka has always hoped that the eldest daughter can understand, but unfortunately the eldest daughter always wants to drill the horns.

He was thinking about his eldest daughter there, but his eyes turned to Kitahara Shuji, and asked with a smile: "Kitahara-kun, I haven't had a chance to ask, have you read that book "Ono Sword-ryu Mystery Solution"?"

He doesn't care too much about his eldest daughter going to a sports competition, and she runs by herself, but he cares a lot about Kitahara Shuji, who thinks that Kitahara Shuji is the only genius he has seen in his life, and he is quite happy to see hunting - they all say that famous teachers are hard to find, but sometimes talented heirs are not easy to find, and they are all elm pimple dementia goods.

Fortunately, he was a little lucky, and gave birth to a talented child, but he finally didn't let his tributary break the inheritance, but it's a pity that he is a daughter and is congenitally limited......

"I've read it carefully, Mr. Fukuzawa. Thank you so much. Kitahara Shuji can only answer so politely, he can't be kind enough to give him a book, he came to say that I didn't read it, and threw it there - then said, don't do it in the future.

"How much have you mastered the techniques?Have you started practicing?" Fukuzawa Naokaka is still quite concerned, after all, no one wants the techniques of their own school to be lost, and it is good to learn it by one more person, and swordsmanship is already declining in modern society.

"This ...... Roughly mastered a few, and also did some exercises. "Kitahara Shuji is also embarrassed to say that he has basically mastered it, and he has long taken those techniques to meditate and slash people.

"Rough mastery?" Fukuzawa muttered a repeat. The book he gave to Kitahara Shuji was written when he was at his peak, although it can't be called profound, but it is also the essence of his half-life sword practice, and it was only given to Kitahara Shuji in the heart of love, but it has only been less than a month This young man has dared to say that he has mastered it roughly?

Are you really gifted or are young people who don't know how to speak?

He pondered for a moment, and then begged Kitahara Shuji: "I just had time today, Kitahara-kun mind if I would like to let me see how much this rough grasp has mastered? I'm really sorry, I'm a little curious when I'm older......"

Kitahara Shuji doesn't care, the books are all sent by the other party, show the other party that it's nothing, after all, he is also the boss of the current part-time job, and he also takes care of himself as a foreign student from a foreign country, and a little request must be given face.

He smiled and said, "Then please give me more advice." ”

Fukuzawa Naokaka was not modest, and said with a smile: "If you only say that Ono is a sword, I do have a lot of experience, and if Kitahara-kun is interested, I will naturally know everything." ”

As he spoke, his eyes turned around on his daughters, but he couldn't pick out a suitable opponent for Kitahara Shuji - his body was basically wasted, and at most he still had the power of one blow, so he couldn't shoot in person, so it seemed that he could only send the second daughter to the court, but the strength of the second daughter was comparable to Kitahara Shuji, and when the two of them fought with all their might, they asked each other to show the skills they had just learned, which was a bit embarrassing and didn't seem appropriate.

But he really wanted to see how much difference there was between geniuses and ordinary people, so he hesitated for a moment and ordered Xueli: "Second daughter, you come to be the foil for Beiyuan-kun." ”

Yukiri was a little happy to be selected, but as soon as she heard the foil, she immediately complained: "Ah, let me be the target?" Daddy asked her to try her best to defend and not attack with Kitahara Shuji to perform her skills, of course she was not happy, what she wanted was to have a good fight with Kitahara Shuji, "I won't do it, I want to fight with him!

Kitahara Shuji didn't hear the nonsense in the snow, just listen to the meaning of these two fools, and don't need to pick out the words. But he doesn't care if he is a foil in the snow, he is very proficient in using Ono's sword flow techniques, so what? He cheekily said that he is super capable of learning, that is, he has a peerless swordsmanship talent at a glance, and he can't beat himself into an outlier for this kind of thing, and get it to be scientifically dissected!

He was just about to let Fukuzawa Naokaka not have to be polite, and let the stupid girl in the snow go all out, but Fuyumi next to him suddenly spoke up and said firmly: "Father, please let me be his opponent!"

Fukuzawa Naokaka glanced at Fuyumi, and said a little helplessly: "Eldest daughter, let's let your sister come!"

Fuyumi said softly but firmly, "I've been practicing Ono's sword technique for almost ten years, aren't I worthy of being his opponent?"

She didn't want to take advantage of the danger, she just wanted to face Kitahara Shuji again, to see if she could dispel the haze in her heart, and if she could take back the sword heart in her sister's mouth. She tightened the bamboo sword in her hand, and asked Kitahara Shuji again: "This is not a competition, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose, please allow me to be your opponent?"

Kitahara Shuji wasn't interested in hanging the little radish head, but he didn't care who the target was just to show the technique, and looked at Fukuzawa Naokaka to see what he meant.

Fukuzawa Naokaka pondered for a moment, and smiled helplessly at Kitahara Shuji: "Kitahara-kun, go change your clothes and protective gear, you can use mine." ”

Kitahara Shuji politely went straight to the locker room, and Fukuzawa Naokaka turned his head and wanted to tell his eldest daughter a few more words, don't let her come nonsense, but found that the eldest daughter had already knelt down in the middle of the field by herself, her waist was straight, her eyes were closed, and she was recuperating.

Yukiri didn't feel that her sister had robbed her opponent, anyway, she had no interest in being a target at all, so she just waved her hand and complained: "Dad, you drink less!

Fukuzawa Naotaka led her to the side and sat down, smiled and said, "I can't help it if I don't drink it, but it's true that I've drunk a little too much in the past few days." ”

Yukiri was very close to her father, and said bluntly: "You pay attention, I see that you are not far from drinking to the point of being a fool." ”

Fukuzawa Naotaka didn't listen at all, took out the flask and took another sip, just smiled and said, "Got it!" He was quite gentle with his daughters now, probably really old—with an old mentality.

Haruna led Akitaro to sit down on the side, and also put him in the front seat to show respect for the two contestants Kitahara Shuji and Fuyumi, while Natsuori Natsusa, two unlucky guys, squeezed into a corner of the dojo and covered their buttocks, staring at Fuyumi who closed her eyes in the field, and Bacheng was ready to cheer for Kitahara Shuji later, so as to indirectly take revenge.

It's been a long time since Kitahara Shuji came out, although he can be called a good swordsman now, but he has no experience in wearing protective gear, and he sweated profusely in the locker room, and Fukuzawa Naokaka didn't expect him to be such a strange thing, no matter how delicate his mind was, he didn't expect to send a daughter to help, and when he came out late, he thought he was hiding in the locker room to recuperate.

Kitahara Shuji also stood in the middle of the field with a bamboo sword in his hand, and shouted softly to Fuyumi: "Please advise, Fukuzawa-san!"

Fuyumi opened her eyes, the starlight flashed, she took a serious look at Kitahara Shuji, wrapped her headscarf and put on her visor and tied her straps tightly, slowly got up with her sword, and bowed solemnly: "Please advise, Kitahara-san!"

Her attitude has changed, and the opponent she has to fight today is not Kitahara Shuji, but the haze of defeat in her own heart, the pair of cold eyes that Kitahara Shuji left in her heart.

She's going to get Kenshin back from Kitahara Shuji!

This is not a competition, and no one gives orders, Kitahara Shuji put on a mid-section pose-Ono Ichi-ryu mid-section, the sword is relatively closer to the body, and the tip of the sword is also a cut lower than other genres, which seems quite restrained-waiting for Fuyumi, but Fuyumi did not take the initiative to attack, but closed her eyes again, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she breathed in a big gulp.

Fuyumi is currently defenseless, but Kitahara Shuji is not a personless person, and he didn't think of sending a foot to give her a sword in the head, but just maintained the structure and waited patiently.

Fuyumi remained motionless, closed her eyes and pondered for a full five minutes, then bent down again to Kitahara Shuji, signaling that it was time to start, and then suddenly jumped backwards in small steps, and after pulling away the distance, she knelt down directly on the edge of the field, put the bamboo sword into her waist, and gently held the hilt of the sword with her small hand, lowered her head and eyes, and the wind could not blow.

Yukiri looked at it with some surprise and said, "Ahhh