"Thorn!"

Sakurako stabbed the last sword, which already had some appearance, which was not good, but at least it was standard.

After stabbing this sword, Sakurako no longer had any strength in her body, and as soon as her palm loosened, the wooden stick fell to the ground, and her body fell forward.

The moment before she fell to the ground, Hatsu appeared beside her and held her thin body.

Although it was Sakurako's request, she still worked harder than she had imagined.

Can that so-called hatred give people such a lot of motivation?

Chu helped Sakura to think.

Who knows, maybe it's just because for Sakurako, she has nothing but hatred.

Sakurako was too tired to speak, she hadn't drunk water all day, her lips were a little chapped, and her eyes were drooping. She almost fainted, but the pain in her body kept her awake.

Obviously, she couldn't practice anymore, so Hatsu walked to the eaves next to the small courtyard with Sakurako in her arms and put her on the floor.

The old monk looked at Sakurako, who was lying to the ground exhausted, shook his head, and closed his eyes.

He could see that Sakurako should have just started learning swordsmanship, and he hadn't learned swordsmanship before, so it was inconvenient to say anything, but no matter what he was practicing, he should think about it gradually.

In this way, you will be able to use what you have learned for yourself, rather than being changed by what you have learned.

In his opinion, Sakurako's heart is too impatient, and this will not end well.

High-intensity exercises are accompanied by injuries to the human body, but injuries caused by such excessive fatigue will be dealt with at first. In the past, she also came over like this, so she often injured herself, probably this is the so-called long-term illness becomes a good doctor.

I gave Sakurako's wrist some simple massage, and by the way, I adjusted the ligaments so as not to leave any dark injuries, and I put my hand on Sakurako's palm.

The palm of the originally slender and white hand was stained with blood at this time, and in the place where the old monk could not see, Chu covered his own evil in the broken place of Sakurako's skin.

Evil climbed onto Sakurako's palm, repaired the wound, and then changed to the color of the skin, as if it were a new layer of skin.

This kind of evil that is separated from the beginning itself will only exist for a while, and when Sakurako's wound heals, the evil will also fall off on its own. The purpose of this is only to stop the bleeding and protect the wound in time, and it will not affect daily life and movement.

"Ugh. After treating the wound, Sakurako sobered up a little and let out a groan.

Hatsu turned Sakurako's body over and made her lie flat, and gently rested her palm on Sakurako's head.

"Take a break, today's practice is over. ”

Hatsuki's cold palm seemed to have the ability to calm people down, and Sakurako closed her eyes weakly.

It didn't take long for her breathing to begin to even out and she fell asleep.

Hatsukachi was sitting next to Sakurako without saying a word, and she would sit here until Sakurako woke up.

It's getting late.

On the side of the courtyard, the old monk made another pot of tea, and the fragrance of tea overflowed in the small courtyard.

Hatsujing sat next to the sleeping Sakurako, and the evening afterglow fell in front of the courtyard, illuminating the courtyard in two colors, half shadow, half sunset.

"Your swordsmanship is too sharp, it's not good for this kid. Under the eaves, the old monk suddenly whispered.

Chu didn't reply, but her eyes moved away from Sakurako's body and looked at the old monk, as if waiting for him to continue.

The old monk felt that Chu was looking at him, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

"It's better to let her learn some Buddhist scriptures with me, so that she can read and write, and she can also settle down her mind, otherwise it is easy to hurt others and herself if she is full of spirit. ”

The turquoise tea soup is poured into the teacup, and the color of the tea is very heavy and rich, making people look at the tea surface but cannot see the bottom.

The old monk picked up the teacup, took a shallow sip, looked back at Chu, and said with a smile.

"You can also learn together if you want. ”

After a while, Chu asked slowly.

"Buddhist scriptures, what are they?"

She seemed to have heard the word before, when she was an ordinary person, but that was a long, long time ago.

The old monk thought for a while, stretched out a finger, and said jokingly.

"A long, trivial, and tedious scripture. ”

If other monks heard him say such things, I am afraid that they would be scolded angrily, how could any monk say such Buddhist scriptures.

But she was not a monk at the beginning, and the words of the old monk only made her more confused.

"Then why study the Buddhist scriptures?" she asked.

Since even the old monks say that the Buddhist scriptures are useless, then why bother to learn them?

"It's because it's long and boring. The old monk said, the smile on his face gradually subsided a little, sat cross-legged, held warm tea in his hand, and pointed to his chest with his finger.

"That's why people have time to calm down and think about themselves. ”

It was quiet under the eaves, and Chu didn't say anything more.

I don't know if she understood the meaning of the old monk.

But the next day, in addition to continuing to teach Sakurako's swordsmanship, she also began to let Sakurako and the old monk learn Buddhist scriptures.

At first, Sakurako was reluctant, but when she told her that it would help with swordsmanship, she became serious and never lazy again.

The time is scheduled every morning, and the study of Buddhist scriptures precedes swordsmanship. After all, if she finishes practicing the sword, Sakurako should not have the strength to learn any more Buddhist scriptures.

Because Sakurako didn't have any foundation, the old monk taught her from the most basic literacy. Sometimes, the first time will also be an audit.

As usual, a stick of incense was burning in the Buddhist hall, and the faint smoke with light incense wafted in the hall, so that the people sitting in the hall unconsciously calmed down.

The old monk and Sakurako sat at a table with a book spread out on the table.

The old monk took a branch and pointed to a word in the book and asked Sakurako.

"What does this word read?"

Sakurako's expression froze, her face was slightly red, and after a long while, she said uncertainly.

"雒 (gè)?"

"Smack. The branch in the old monk's hand hit Sakurako's forehead lightly.

"Stupid. Gently scolding, the old monk pointed to the word and said, "This word is pronounced 雒 (luò), copied ten times." ”

Sakurako didn't refute, and lowered her head and copied the words.

Chu sat on the side and unconsciously touched his forehead.

Speaking of which, she didn't recognize the word either.

In the hall, the old monk looked at Sakura and smiled kindly, Sakurako studied very seriously, so it won't be long before she can officially study the Buddhist scriptures.

In this Buddhist hall, life is like having a law, at the beginning of every day, I listened to the old monk teach Sakura to teach Buddhism, swept the ground in front of the door with a broom, watched the sky cloudy and sunny, and then taught Sakura to practice swords.

In the afternoon and evening, she would sometimes go to the nearby mountains to chop wood, and sometimes accompany the old monk to drink a cup of tea, she didn't like the taste very much, it was a little bitter. But once you get used to it, it's not so unpleasant.

A regular and plain life will always give people a feeling that it is orderly and unchanging, some people will find such a life boring, but some people don't even dare to ask for such a life.

Who knows, isn't life always like this, what is extremely precious to some people, but in the hands of another part of the people, it can be discarded at will.

One day, I heard the old monk suddenly say that at this time, the cherry blossoms should be about to bloom.