CHAPTER XIX

Panasonic Village School jumps every day.

Many protégés went from being extremely repulsive to Ao Ling, a little celestial, to being able to accept it, and finally evolved into a love for the juniors in the family.

- After all, a large number of Mr. Songyang's protégés have actually married wives and had children, or have reached the age of being able to marry wives and have children.

They naturally have a kind of closeness and tolerance for children.

That is, it took nearly three months, from late spring to hot midsummer.

Every day, Ao Ling can be seen to complete the heavy cultivation tasks one by one without complaint, and this perseverance and well-behavedness, as well as his impressive strength, are enough to make those who have a strong longing for Yoshida Matsuyo acknowledge the identity of this disciple.

Everyone else thinks that Ao Ling is a simple and good boy who is willing to endure hardships, but the other two people who live in Matsushita Village School know that Ao Ling is far from reaching the limit.

Yoshida Songyang has to feed Ao Ling blood every two or three days, even if Ao Ling is really tired, he can continue to jump after drinking the blood, and there is no sequelae at all, but his strength has risen rapidly.

Yoshida Matsuyo wasn't surprised by this.

He clearly knew that Ao Ling's talent was only the tip of the iceberg that he had discovered, but now, he could only stay here for the time being.

Yoshida Matsuyo flipped through the letter handed by the middle school student in his hand, looked down at the payment, and sighed softly.

Ling Sakata should go to a wider world to fight with people, instead of being gradually raised as a family dog in this private school.

However, Yoshida Matsuyo's inner softness of human beings made him never choose to let go.

He's still young.

Yoshida Matsuyo thought that if he didn't leave his blessing until he was older, he would avoid any accidents.

"Teacher Songyang!" Katsura Kotaro walked into the classroom and knelt opposite Yoshida Matsuyo, looking a little serious.

Outside the classroom, there was a lot of noise, everyone was watching Takasugi Shinsuke and Sakata Gintoki compete with the knife, Ao Ling had a rare day of leisure, holding the knife and sitting quietly on the side, which seemed incompatible with the lively painting style around him.

"Mr. Songyang, why don't you teach Sakata Ling homework?" Katsura Kotaro asked very bluntly, "It's not been quiet in Sagi Castle these days, and it's not far from involving you. ”

Yoshida Matsuyo folded the letter and put it away as if nothing had happened, and his smile was as gentle as ever, "What? ”

"As your disciple, Sakata Ling will definitely be classified into the ranks, if you don't teach him thoughts and schoolwork, he can only be used as a knife." Katsura Kotaro genuinely admires Ao Ling - this time it has nothing to do with furry and meat pads.

"Can you accept that your disciple exists as a mere blade?"

At present, Yoshida Matsuyo is simply cultivating this disciple as a knife.

It shouldn't.

Yoshida Matsuyo's disciple, how can it be just a knife.

"Ling is different from all of you." Yoshida Matsuyo shook his head, "He is not suitable to accept my thoughts, and he should not be limited by this small pattern. ”

Katsura Kotaro was stunned.

"His stage won't be just Earth." Yoshida Matsuyo said, his expression becoming extremely soft, "He will stand at the top of the entire universe." ”

"......" Katsura Kotaro was stunned for a while, and let out a long sigh of relief, "It's me who is short-sighted." ”

Yoshida Matsuyo's gaze turned to the door, "Ling now, you just need to be able to know words." ”

Originally, he cultivated Ao Ling, not only to pass on his skills as a warrior, but also to cultivate an existence that could defeat him and kill him.

How can such an existence be imprisoned by the thoughts within the earth.

Katsura Kotaro was in awe, feeling that his thinking was still too narrow-minded - Matsuyo-sensei had already set his sights on the vast universe beyond the earth!

"But as a human, there's nothing wrong with looking at you in the near future, Katsura." Yoshida Matsuyo looked at Katsura Kotaro's eyes becoming more and more distant, thinking of this child's extremely big brain, he interrupted his thinking very decisively, "It's just that Ling is different from you." ”

Fang Fei's thinking was interrupted, Katsura Kotaro didn't care, he bowed deeply in a kneeling position, "Matsuyo-sensei is right!" ”

"But today I have something else I want to ask the teacher." Katsura Kotaro raised his head, shifted his body and sat up straight, "There have been changes in the Takasugi family recently, Takasugi, as the eldest son, is strongly opposed to the decision of the clan, I think ......"

"When you say change, do you mean the shogunate's actions against the Choshu domain today?" For this quick-witted auditor, Yoshida Matsuyo did not mean to detour, he bluntly pointed out the events implied in Katsura Kotaro's words.

Katsura Kotaro nodded.

Since the invasion of the Celestial Forces, the Choshu Domain has been a gathering place for people of insight who advocate the idea of "respecting the king and conquering the king", but with the strength of the shogunate and the decline of the imperial family, the aspirants who could not get enough support and help were gradually quietly eliminated by the shogunate.

- Using the hand of the celestials, or the hand of the ronin.

As the only refuge, the Choshu Domain has been in decline in recent days, and gradually it is no longer able to fight the shogunate.

At this time, the lords and vassals of Choshu were politicians, and they were very neatly prepared to take sides.

They have always adhered to the idea of "staying in the green mountains without fear of running out of firewood", and what the thoughts of the warriors and samurai in the domain were not within the scope of these politicians' considerations.

The Takasugi family had served the feudal lord for generations, and because of the protection of the feudal lord, the Takasugi family was able to spread out and become a prominent samurai family, so the feudal lord had always submitted to the shogunate, which meant that the Takasugi family might have to face off against their friends who had once been like-minded and fought side by side.

Takasugi Shinsuke has never been able to accept this, and the relationship with his family has become more and more stiff in the past month, and he sees that string about to break.

Katsura Kotaro is worried about his friend.

Takasugi Shinsuke is too proud, so proud that he is not like a samurai who serves the lord of the domain, but a sharp sword, which can be controlled by those who are capable, and if everyone is incompetent, he is pursuing his own blade, and no one can stop him.

"Do you think Takasugi will fall out with his family?" Yoshida Matsuyo looked at Katsura Kotaro and nodded, turned his head to look at the main owner who walked in with his arm rubbed, and beckoned to him.

Takasugi Shinsuke looked at his friend and saw that Katsura Kotaro didn't look at him, and immediately understood what he was talking to Yoshida Matsuyo.

The dark purple-haired imp frowned and snorted, but still obediently sat down next to his friend, opposite Yoshida Matsuyo.

"Takasugi, do you know what a samurai is?" Yoshida Matsuyo restrained his smile and asked.

Shinsuke Takasugi pursed his lips.

Yoshida Matsuyo didn't wait for the child in front of him to answer, he said first, "Sacrifice everything for the lord you serve, including the sword in your hand, your own life, beliefs and aspirations are tied to the lord alone, this is the samurai." ”

Of course, Takasugi Jinsuke knew - after he learned to speak, the first thing to be instilled by repeated recitation was what a samurai was.

But he didn't agree.

"It's a family dog." The child retorted in a hoarse voice.

"No, this is a sword, a sword driven by the master, and as a samurai serving the lord of your family, there is nothing wrong with the decision you made." Yoshida Matsuyo was silent for a while, "The situation has been tense recently, so don't come to me yet." ”

Shinsuke Takasugi's eyes widened in surprise, "Matsuyo-sensei?!" ”

"It's not that you won't come." Yoshida Matsuyo reached out and rubbed the little head in front of him, "You have to think carefully about what you are doing, what you need to do - don't worry your companions, Takasugi." ”

Yoshida Matsuyo saw that Takasugi Jinsuke was unconvinced, so he reached out and knocked on the table, and his serious expression softened a lot, "What I said before, you can come to me if you have something, it has always worked." ”

Takasugi Shinsuke glanced at his friends next to him, and finally nodded and left without a word.

Katsura Kotaro bowed deeply to Yoshida Matsuyo again, then got up as well, followed Takasugi Shinsuke, and walked out of Matsushita Murajuku.

Ao Ling's ears, which had been pricked up, slowly drooped down, and he touched the knife in his arms, feeling that human beings were really complicated.

……

The night dew is heavy, and the bright moon hangs high.

Ao Ling saw the humans who would stuff him with candy every day and return, all dressed in completely different suits from their usual ones, with knives hanging from their waists.

He turned his head to look at Gintoki Sakata, who made a silent gesture to him, and then the two imps snuck up to the outside of Yoshida Matsuyo's bedroom, their ears pressed against the wall.

"We're here to leave, Mr. Songyang." After the man in charge finished speaking, the whole room fell silent.

The chirping of insects clamoured in the night, and the lights lit up in the dimly lit room.

"I've seen it." Yoshida Matsuyo's voice was still as gentle as usual, "You have decided? ”

"Yes." The man looked up at Yoshida Matsuyo, who had put down the lampshade, "The lord of the Choshu domain has been shaken, and when the time comes, we will have a rare chance to breathe, so we might as well take this opportunity to gamble." ”

Yoshida Matsuyo covered the lampshade with a faint expression, "It's not easy to assassinate the shogunate. ”

"So it's a gamble."

Yoshida Matsuyo looked at them quietly for a while, and finally sighed and waved his hand.

The men stood up and bowed deeply to the teacher who taught them, and it took a long time before they opened the door and rushed out.

Ao Ling and Sakata Gintoki looked up and watched them leave.

The little monster hesitated, followed them in a hurry, and tugged at the man's sleeve before they left the gate.

"Didn't give me candy today."

The man at the head was stunned for a moment, then squatted down with a smile, and as soon as his hand flipped over, a piece of candy appeared in his palm and stuffed it into Ao Ling's hand.

Ao Ling glanced at him, lowered his head and peeled off the candy paper and ate it, smashed it and smashed his mouth, and said vaguely: "Next time I want mango flavor." ”

The man was slightly stunned, Lang laughed, reached out and patted Ao Ling's head, stuffed Ao Ling with two more candies, and then said softly: "No problem!" ”

Sakata Gintoki watched the movement at the gate from afar, reached out and knocked on the door of Yoshida Matsuyo's bedroom, and asked lazily, "They will die, right?" ”

"Yes." Yoshida Matsuyo answered and gently picked the wick.

"Don't you stop it?"

"Giving their lives for the ambitions and dreams they hold on to is the path they have chosen, and I have no right to stop them." Yoshida Matsuyo said, but the movements in his hands stagnated, and he looked at the burning wick in the lampstand with some distraction.

Sakata Gintoki looked up at the moon in the sky and didn't speak.

In the middle of the night, Yoshida Matsuyo was awakened by Ao Ling's footsteps, took a deep breath, and directly pressed the wick out.

"Let's rest, the teacher will take you to the beach in a few days."