CHAPTER XVIII

It was not the first time Ao Ling had come into contact with □□, nor was it the first time he had used a knife, but it was the first time he really had to learn knife skills and the correct way to use a knife.

The knife was heavy, but for Ao Ling, the weight was just right.

The scabbard of this knife is a dull and almost black red, the handle of the knife is in the form of a "swastika", and the knife is wrapped around a thin red rope.

Overall, it is very beautiful, and it also has an inexplicable deep and mysterious atmosphere.

Ao Ling's aesthetic is very average, but this knife is really good-looking - the only drawback may be that this knife is almost as tall as others.

Of course, this is purely for the evaluation of "good-looking", Ao Ling followed the example of Sakata Gintoki and held the knife, standing next to this white-haired natural curly imp and looking up at Yoshida Songyang, "Teacher Songyang, I don't think this is as good as my claws and demonic power." ”

Yoshida Matsuyo closed the small wooden barrel of rice, turned his head to look at the little monster with pitch-black dog ears on his head, and raised his eyebrows, "Really?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Yoshida Matsuyo's figure suddenly disappeared in place, but in just one breath, he appeared in front of the two little ghosts standing on the side, and one hand lightly held Ao Ling's weak neck.

The two imps, one black and one white, blew up in an instant, and their skins were taut.

"Look, you're just going to die like that once." Yoshida Songyang let go of the hand that fell on Ao Ling's neck, and patted the heads of the two little ghosts soothingly, "Obediently listen to the teacher's words and learn the knife well, it won't hurt, you know?" ”

Ao Ling and Sakata Gintoki nodded like pecking rice, and they were well-behaved and quiet throughout the dinner.

Yoshida Matsuyo looked at the two little ghosts who were sitting precariously, put down the things in their hands, and the sound of the dishes and chopsticks gently colliding made the two children shiver in unison.

"Shouldn't it be a great pleasure to have a strong teacher?" Yoshida Matsuyo picked up the soup bowl and blew it gently, "What are you afraid of?" ”

"It's not that I'm afraid." Sakata Gintoki took a big sip of soup, "This is the respect for the strong, Mr. Matsuyo!" ”

Ao Ling pursed his lips and wanted to say that he was really afraid, but when he looked at Sakata Gin, who was gradually relaxing next to him, he silently held back his words.

All in all, it's right to follow in the footsteps of Silver - Silver is never missed.

So Ao Ling nodded with Sakata Gintoki, "It's respect." ”

"Ling, don't learn everything from Yinshi." Yoshida Matsuyo sighed, "It's not right to lie. ”

Sakata Gintoki felt that he couldn't be hacked by the teacher so obediently, "It's not lying, it's a man's stubbornness!" ”

Then Sakata Gintoki was knocked with chopsticks by Yoshida Matsuyo, "Eat without words." ”

The natural curly little ghost covered his forehead and was stunned, "It's obviously Teacher Songyang who spoke first!" ”

"I'm a teacher, so I don't make mistakes." Yoshida Matsuyo said, finishing all the food in the bowl with a very elegant posture, and then looked up at the stunned Sakata Gintoki, with a gentle smile, "Do you have any opinions?" ”

“…… No. ”

Sakata Gintoki felt that when he first met, the angelic Matsuyo-sensei was definitely a phantom of his imagination.

This is an angel?? God will cry okay!!

When Ao Ling was arguing with Yoshida Matsuyo and Sakata Gintoki, he silently ate these things that did not give him much strength and satiety, and then looked back at the knife that he had put aside.

A large part of the reason why Ao Ling thinks this knife is good-looking is because the color of this knife is the same as Ao Ling's coat color.

In the dim light, it is a deep black, but under the light, on top of the thick darkness, a red like flowing blood appears.

It's the same as Ao Yan.

Ao Ling picked up the knife and held the hilt, wanting to take a □□ look, but was stopped by a pair of big hands.

"This knife, don't just take it out of the sheath." Yoshida Matsuyo sat down next to Ao Ling, "Unless you're going to feed it with your own blood." ”

Of course, Ao Ling was reluctant to give up his own blood.

"Is it really okay to give such a dangerous knife to Ah Ling?" Sakata Gintoki cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and his eyes swirled over the two people next to him.

Yoshida Matsuyo stretched out his hand to take the things that Sakata Gintoki had packed up, and stood up, "Of course it's no problem, the teacher will go wash the dishes, you guys will rest first, and then wait in the courtyard." ”

The two imps nodded.

After seeing Yoshida Songyang, Sakata Gintoki stretched out his hands and pressed Ao Ling's shoulders, putting on a very serious expression, "Ah Ling, Teacher Songyang gave you the sword, which means that he wants to take you as a disciple and teach you with his life's learning, you ...... Can you accept a human being as a master? ”

"Humans?" Ao Ling was stunned, and just wanted to say that Mr. Matsuyo was not human, but he thought of the silent action that the other party did to him when he met Yoshida Matsuyo for the first time, so he subconsciously concealed this matter and answered Sakata Gintoki's question instead.

He shook his head slightly, "Don't mind." ”

"Also, Mr. Matsuyo's thoughts, you ......" Sakata Gintoki paused, in fact, he also listened to Yoshida Matsuyo's lecture a little bit today, and he also somewhat understood what kind of identity Yoshida Matsuyo's current protégé is.

The sons of the Choshu feudal clans, the warriors, the ronin, and the samurai - the composition is very mixed, but without exception, they are all very good, and they worship Yoshida Matsuyo.

"Forget it, Mr. Songyang shouldn't pull you into this." After all, a disciple is a disciple, different from those ordinary protégés.

Ao Ling listened in a daze, "What? ”

"It's fine." Sakata Gintoki reached out and pinched Ao Ling's ear, and said while pinching, "The knife that Mr. Songyang gave you is very good. ”

Ao Ling hung his ears and covered his head, stopping Sakata Gintoki's kneading and pinching movements, "I like this knife very much." ”

Sakata Gintoki paused, withdrew his hand and nodded.

The knife that must see blood when it is unsheathed, in the mouths of ordinary people and samurai, except for the fierce knife, it is a demon knife.

The former is fierce and unmatched, the latter is bloodthirsty and uncontrollable, and there is also a saying that after holding the demon knife, it will be controlled by the evil intent in the knife and become a puppet born only for blood and killing.

Sakata Gintoki looked at the knife with scarlet eyes for a while, and he really couldn't see anything from this knife that looked calm and heavy.

"Let's go and wait in the yard." Gintoki Sakata decided to relax and trust Matsuyo-sensei, who is naturally black.

Even if this knife is a demon knife, isn't Ling Sakata also a monster?

- I don't think there's anything wrong with the mix.

……

Since dinner that day, Sakata Gintoki and Ao Ling have been in dire straits.

If Sakata Gintoki's daily task of learning and swordsmanship can still be regarded as within the limits of human beings, the task that Yoshida Matsuyo assigned to Ao Ling is, in the eyes of outsiders, simply putting him to death.

When the students at the Matsushita Village School came to the private school every morning, they saw Ao Ling wielding a knife, and when they were having lunch, Ao Ling was still wielding a knife, and in the afternoon when they left the private school, Ao Ling was running in circles around Matsumoto Village—and he was running on his back a huge rock taller than the others.

Just looking at it, I feel like a mountain has been crushed on my back.

But this kid, who looks like he is no more than eight or nine years old, doesn't seem to have reached his limit.

This talent and talent alone made many protégés shut up.

At first, they were indeed dissatisfied that this kid who suddenly appeared became a disciple of Yoshida Matsuyo, but now they didn't dare to say anything.

No one dared to say that they could complete such a terrifying cultivation, and they still had the strength to spare.

Takasugi Shinsuke and Katsura Kotaro have also been running to Matsushita Village Juku a lot recently, and several times they even skipped the lectures at the martial arts hall and came over to listen to Yoshida Matsuyo's lectures.

Sometimes, it's Katsura Kotaro who comes alone.

After all, Takasugi was the eldest son of a samurai family, and he was always a little less free than him.

And as a person who does whatever comes to mind, Mr. Katsura Kotaro, who has an incomparably broad mind and a rectum in his stomach to the end, became the first person to be beaten by Sakata Ling in front of all the students of Matsushita Murajuku.

After experiencing repeated rejections of "let me pinch your ears and pads", Katsura Kotaro opened his mouth to the object he had been chasing and was very curious about.

Of course, the content of his invitation is not serious at all.

That's what he said to Ao Ling at the time, "Let's have a duel!" If I win, you'll let me rub my ears and pinch the meat pads! ”

Then he was killed by Ao Ling, who was holding a wooden knife, and his forehead was swollen for a month before it went away.

And after the invitation of Katsura Kotaro, those students at Matsushita Village Juku seem to have let themselves go.

The most obvious change is that every time Ao Ling swings the knife, there will always be a sneak attack next to him, as well as when he is running, meditating, and practicing knife skills......

However, this group of people, whether they were the long-famous samurai ronin or the little kid who ran over with a small wooden knife to learn to read and write, were all beaten back by Ao Ling.

Without exception, one hit kills.

Now, Sakata Gintoki and those protégés sat cross-legged on the porch outside the classroom, looking at Katsura Kotaro, who challenged Ao Ling again, and guessed whether Katsura would be able to survive the two moves this time.

Sakata Gintoki held his face and looked at the black-haired little monster holding a wooden knife, listening to the discussions of the protégés around him, and snorted coldly.

If this group of people were all like him, chased by Sakata Ling every night, they would definitely not have this guess, but they were very sure that Katsura would still be knocked down in one fell swoop as before.

Sakata Gintoki turned his head to look at Yoshida Matsuyo, who was flipping through the students' articles in the classroom, and felt that the scars on his body that had been pulled out by Ao Ling began to ache faintly again.

What does this demon say?

"In order for Ling to have a definite positioning of his force value, I have worked hard for you."

Then every night, he had to face Ao Ling, who had just been beaten by Yoshida Songyang, and then he ran all over the yard with a wooden knife.

Although the benefits are also very obvious - at least now he is the only person in the entire Panasonic Village Juku who can hold on for three minutes under Sakata Ling.

But even so, Gintoki Sakata still felt very tired.

"It's worthy of being a disciple of Teacher Songyang......" After Katsura Kotaro was defeated again quickly, the protégés smacked their lips and their faces were full of admiration.

Sakata Gintoki's face was expressionless, and his scarlet eyes looked at the person who spoke.

Mortal wisdom!

Sakata Gintoki raised his hand and rubbed the bruises on his stomach that were pulled out by Ao Ling yesterday, and his heart was full of sadness and vicissitudes.

- You guys! To the power! Nothing!