CHAPTER XXVIII

As a result, when the three human children who ran to the residence and became tired of being dead dogs, took out the musty bedding and fell asleep directly, Yoshida Matsuyo did not come back.

The early morning mist covered the sea, with his back to the direction of the rising sun, Ao Ling stayed awake all night, he looked at the gate of this courtyard with a knife eye, and the fluff on the tips of his hair and ears were stained with the dew condensed by the mist.

The house was already aware of Suosuo's movements.

Ao Ling's ears trembled, he stood up and moved, rubbed his face, and opened the door to the room.

"Ah Ling, you woke up so early?" Sakata Gintoki, who was lying on the edge of the window, glanced at him, yawned, waved at Ao Ling, and when the other party came, he pointed to the sea level where the sun was rising through the gradually thinning mist.

Takasugi Shinsuke and Katsura Kotaro also came over, and their four little heads came together, looking at the rising sun on the sea in amazement.

As if thousands of golden rays were sprinkled on the sea, the cold mist was dispelled, and the sea in front of them revealed its true face under the brilliant sun, and the deep shades of blue and emerald green were taken into everyone's eyes.

It is the color of the sea.

Ao Ling felt that the ears on the top of his head were gently rubbed, and he looked up slightly to see that it was Katsura Kotaro.

He looked at Ao Ling, showing a happy expression because he rubbed his soft velvet ears, and he rubbed it while wiping the dew on Ao Ling's ears with his sleeve.

The movements were very gentle, and Ao Ling glanced at Sakata Gintoki, who did not show rejection of this, and acquiesced to the movements of the person behind him at the moment.

"Where's Songyang-sensei?" Takasugi Shinsuke looked at Ao Ling.

Ao Ling was stunned for a moment, and the hand covered by his sleeve clenched into a fist a little nervously, "Teacher Songyang just went out again, and said let's tidy things up first." ”

The ears on the top of his head drooped sadly because he had never deceived others like this, but they were not noticed by anyone because of Katsura Kotaro's movements.

"Okay, let's take a shower after we're done." Katsura Kotaro rubbed enough, patted Ao Ling's head contentedly, and followed Sakata Gintoki and Takasugi Shinsuke to run to familiarize themselves with the house, and by the way, they did a big cleaning.

Ao Ling looked at the messy bedding on the ground, thought of the brackets in the yard, put the knife aside, hung the quilt on the edge of the bracket, and moved it to a place where the sun could shine.

The three children in the courtyard were busy, and Ao Ling looked at the dilapidated and dirty old house, and after a morning of struggle, it gradually became like that.

"I'm hungry." Sakata Gintoki came out of the shower and wiped his wet hair, found Ao Ling and sat down beside him, his voice raised and his voice was long, "Wig!" What to eat for lunch——? ”

"It's not a wig, it's Katsura!" Katsura Kotaro's voice came from the room, and he appeared in front of the two of them with a bunch of pots and pans, and then put it down, "Wash!" ”

After speaking, he turned to Ao Ling again, "Teacher Songyang said that he will come back for lunch?" ”

Ao Ling was just about to shake his head when he heard this, and there was a hint of stale sweet smell in the air that was gradually getting hot, and the little monster stood up with a "poof" and ran to the door with his little short legs.

At this moment, Yoshida Matsuyo pushed the door in, carrying two small buckets in his hands, all of which were full of fresh seafood, jumping around in the buckets.

"The teacher brought back the ingredients for lunch!" Yoshida Matsuyo said in a loud voice, and the three children who were busy cheered happily.

Ao Ling reached out and took a wooden barrel, his head lowered, his ears drooping, and an unhappy expression on his face.

He smelled that Yoshida Matsuyo still had the smell of those people from last night—not blood, but the smell of life.

This made Ao Ling's heart full of torment and grievances.

One night is nothing for the physique of a monster, but for the first time, I waited for someone to wait all night, and as a result, the other party also missed the appointment to meet Ao Ling, who was a dangerous person, and I felt very sad at the moment.

Yoshida Matsuyo glanced at the disciple who was rarely emotionally exposed, opened his mouth, and thought of this little monster's sensitivity to breath, and he didn't know how to explain it for a while.

"How long have you waited?" Yoshida Matsuyo knew Ao Ling very well, and in the situation like last night, he suddenly said that he was going to visit his old friend, and the other three human children who knew about his vast connections would not have much suspicion, but Ao Ling was different.

Ao Ling didn't know anything about his connections, and he was never ready to give them to Ao Ling to inherit.

"One night." Ao Ling had a bit of a nasal tone in his tone, he lowered his eyes to look at the shrimp in the bucket, and emphasized: "It's noon now." ”

Yoshida Songyang looked at Ao Ling, stopped, rubbed Ao Ling's head with his free hand, and said softly: "This time the teacher is wrong, there won't be a next time, okay?" ”

Ao Ling pursed his lips, and finally nodded against Yoshida Songyang's hand rubbing his ears.

"Who have you been meeting again?" Ao Ling followed Yoshida Matsuyo to take another step in the direction of the kitchen, "The breath on your body ......"

"When the teacher is an adult, the adult will have secrets that cannot be told to the child." Yoshida Matsuyo smiled gently, the sun shining on his face, bright and soft, "And ah, boys who always ask questions don't like girls." ”

"But Teacher Songyang is not a girl." Ao Ling carried the bucket, but in the end he didn't continue to ask Yoshida Matsuyo.

He followed Yoshida Songyang into the kitchen aggrievedly, and muttered: "Teacher, you just rely on me to spoil you......"

When Takasugi Shinsuke, who was chopping wood outside the kitchen, heard this, his hand shook, and the wood placed vertically was not obediently split in two, but flew out horizontally, directly to Yoshida Matsuyo's feet.

"You see, Shinsuke thinks you're going too far." Ao Ling said, bending down to pick up the wood and throw it back.

Yoshida Matsuyo smiled, put the barrel on the edge of the stove, raised his hands in surrender, and nodded thoughtfully, "Well, the teacher is very excessive." ”

Takasugi looked down at the wood that had been thrown in front of him, and with a fierce swing of his axe, it split it in half.

After lunch, the three imps who were stimulated by last night's events took their wooden knives one after another, and swung their knives on the beach in the sea breeze against the sun, and exchanged ideas with each other from time to time.

Ao Ling and Yoshida Matsuyo stood from the sidelines and watched, the latter occasionally correcting their movements but rarely giving them personal guidance.

Shinsuke Takasugi asked this question a little unwillingly, and Yoshida Matsuyo's answer to it was inappropriate.

That's right, it's just not appropriate.

"You and Gui already have the prototype of the school of swordsmanship, there is no need to change to practice my swordsmanship, you have also seen what my swordsmanship is like." Yoshida Matsuyo said with a smile, "Yinshi and Ling are more suitable to follow my sword skills, but compared to Ling, Yinshi is more suitable for walking casually." ”

The implication of these words can be understood by those of you who are practicing swordsmanship.

Yoshida Matsuyo means that Sakata Gintoki has a great talent for creating his own school, if it weren't for this, the one who was really taught by Yoshida Matsuyo might not be Sakata Ling, but Sakata Gintoki.

In this regard, Sakata Gintoki is completely indifferent, he has no ambitions, although he has been more or less instilled with a lot of thoughts of respecting the king in the past few months, but in his heart, he wants to keep this small village school more than to fight for these untouchable ideals.

Village school, and the people in the village school.

Whether it's Ah Ling, or Matsuyo-sensei, or Takasugi Shinsuke and Katsura Kotaro who recently joined in.

Sakata felt that being able to have classmates and partners like brothers, as well as teachers who were knowledgeable, as strict as his father and gentle as his mother, was already the most perfect life he could imagine.

He was reluctant to let anyone burn himself like a moth to a fire for some reason, like those predecessors.

When Takasugi Shinsuke and Katsura Kotaro looked at Sakata Gin, who was sitting on the side with dead fish eyes, their eyes were filled with a little envy and jealousy, and after seeing the other party's lazy and inappropriate attitude, one of them flew up and kicked him.

"You're not old enough for Uncle Scrapwood, cheer up, Yinshi!" Katsura Kotaro said, and the wooden knife was slammed into the delicate position between Sakata Gintoki's legs.

Sakata Gintoki shuddered, jumped up and glared at Katsura Kotaro, who was about to cut off his children and grandchildren if he didn't agree with him, "What do you want to do, wig!" ”

"It's not a wig, it's Katsura!" Katsura Kotaro looked at Sakata Gintoki and said in a gloomy tone, "I'm optimistic about you, don't let Matsuyo-sensei down, Gintoki." ”

"What is the difference between wigs and a failed father who forcibly put his dreams on his children without fulfilling his dreams!" Sakata Gintoki dodged Katsura Kotaro's wooden knife and stumbled all the way on the beach, "Your child won't be happy, oh wig-kun!" ”

"It's not a wig, it's Katsura! Dad doesn't have an unfilial son like you! Look at the knives! ”

Takasugi Shinsuke watched Katsura Kotaro chase Sakata Gintoki all the way, and then sat next to Yoshida Matsuyo.

"Teacher, Yinshi...... Do you really have that kind of talent? He asked softly, his eyes following the white figure.

"Yinshi has something on his body that you and Gui don't have." Yoshida Matsuyo also looked at Sakata Ginshi with a smile, "Not even Ling." ”

Takasugi Jinsuke was stunned, withdrew his gaze, turned to the division commander beside him, and then found that Ao Ling, who was sitting next to Yoshida Matsuyo and holding a knife, did not show a surprised look, and couldn't help but be silent.

Yoshida Matsuyo told Ao Ling about what he lacked, so Ao Ling was not surprised, and he was not unhappy because he was a little inferior to Sakata Gintoki.

He felt very happy, Gintoki was better than him, which meant that humans were indeed better than youkai in some aspects.

Humans who are more powerful than youkai have the value to fight for.

You can't really become a human just to be fed, that's too unpursuing.

Ao Ling felt that he still needed some ideal support.

But the little monster accepted it very smoothly, but Takasugi Jinsuke was somewhat unconvinced, and he quietly looked at the division commander beside him, wanting to get an explanation.

"You and Gui are very proud, you have ideals and ambitions, these are very valuable, Yinshi does not have these virtues, he is even a little lazy." Yoshida Matsuyo's voice was warm, and he drifted shallow in the sea breeze, "But Gintoki, he has you in his heart." ”

Takasugi shook his head, not understanding what Yoshida Matsuyo meant.

"Silvertime wants to protect you—even me." Yoshida Matsuyo said this, and suddenly laughed out loud, "Human beings, it is because of the attachment and desire to protect those close to them. hopefully, they will continue to grit their teeth and work hard to grow, and eventually even be able to stand in a position equal to those tough races. ”

Takasugi Shinsuke was stunned for a moment, "I also hope to protect the teacher!" ”

"You don't have such a thought in your heart, Takasugi, don't rush to refute it." Yoshida Matsuyo stretched out his hand and gently poked Takasugi Shinsuke's heart, "In your heart, your ideals and ambitions and your pride are in the first place. ”

Yoshida Matsuyo didn't say anything, in fact, when Takasugi Jinsuke did something that was equivalent to betraying his family for his pride and morality, Yoshida Matsuyo already had this kind of realization in his heart.

Shinsuke Takasugi is too proud and sharp, and he still needs to be sharpened by many things to grow.

"Gintoki has lost so much, that's why he wants to protect what he has now, and you've never lost it, Takasugi." Yoshida Matsuyo looked at Sakata Gintoki and Katsura Kotaro who ran back in embarrassment, and the smile on his face gradually became a little thin, "In order to protect the people and things that he has drawn into the circle, the strength and determination that Gintoki can burst out, you will see later." ”

After Yoshida Matsuyo finished speaking, he stood up and patted the fine sand on his body.

Then he pulled the disciples around him up, and rubbed Ao Ling's head by the way, the soft touch was quite comfortable.

Yoshida Matsuyo looked at Sakata Gintoki and Katsura Kotaro, who were panting next to him, and said happily with a smile on his palms: "How about sending you to the last day again?" ”