Qin Xin noticed that the old man who was smoking a dry tobacco pouch by the bridge was after finishing the air swing practice. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After stretching his muscles and ligaments, he turned around and walked down the bridge to return to his room.

At this moment, the old man in the dark yellow coat knocked on the cigarette pot on the railing of the small bridge.

Tuk, tuk.

Ise Mamoru looked at Qin Xin, and there were still a few beads of sweat on the lower edge of the young man's wheat-colored face.

Qin Xin bowed his head to the old man, revealing an inquiring look.

"What are you thinking? Happy or distressed? The old man asked.

"Uh...... What do you say? Qin Xin didn't react for a while.

"Your father, Qin Ye, as long as you have seen his fists, you can understand what kind of person he is. And I've seen your 1,200 slashes here, but I don't understand what you're thinking, how you're feeling at the moment.

Is this kind of meticulous swordsmanship, which is only worthy of being in a textbook, taught to you by Takayama? "Ise Morido.

Qin Xin had always felt that his father had few friends, but since he was repatriated by the Forest Patrol Department, he always had an illusion: walking on the road in an ordinary way, suddenly many people would jump out of the strange corner and shout, "I know your father!" ”

The waste wood dormitory manager of the White Rabbit Village apartment knows my father, the blonde violent woman who drives a military motorcycle knows my father, even the sister who delivers pizza knows my father, and my father's college classmates and club friends are all over the forest, this is nothing surprising, I won't be surprised by this kind of thing anymore, old man.

"Who are you?" Qin Xin asked.

Ise Shouxin threw his hand, and the dry tobacco pouch spun and scattered a few sparks to hit Qin Xin's forehead, and then bounced back into the old man's hand deftly.

The wind on the bridge suddenly became a little stronger.

Qin Xin froze in place, and a hearty wind blew through his limbs.

――My name is Mamoru Ise, and I was your parents' life coach when they were in college.

- I have a grandson named Iche, you should know him.

――The wind on the bridge is cool, and I like the gentle feeling of it blowing through my beard, what do you think?

The moment he was knocked on the forehead, Qin Xin heard these words in his heart, no, not to hear them.

It wasn't words or sounds, but pure meaning, like what butterflies usually say in their heads.

No, more vivid than the butterfly's speech.

In the wind, Qin Xin felt the frank embrace of this old man named Isemori and his mood at the moment.

The morning breeze on the bridge was very comfortable, the clean clothes were very light, and the old man had some small pleasure, and other emotions...... Slightly sour and disappointed, is it nostalgia and regret?

Qin Xin also wanted to perceive it further, the sudden wind had quietly dissipated, and the old man was smoking a dry tobacco pouch by the railing of the small bridge, looking at the sky from time to time.

"Hello Grandpa Yi." Qin Xin, who woke up, bowed to the old man.

"This kind of swordsmanship is called 'dyeing.'" Ise Mamoru stirred the middle of the bamboo pipe with his index finger, let it turn a few times between his five fingers, and a wisp of imperceptible qi and blood burrowed into the smoke pot, and only when the remaining tobacco quickly burned to sublimation, did the old man insert the dry tobacco pouch back into his waist.

Qin Xin touched the place where he was hit by the smoke pot.

"It's funny, it's swordsmanship?" He wondered.

"At first, it was swordsmanship, my ancestors created it, and later shared it with friends and neighbors who lived nearby, and the warriors who mastered 'dyeing' began to incorporate it into a variety of moves, and your father was very good at using his fists." Ise Morido.

Will my father do the same? Although he shouted all day long that men were going to fist each other, he still didn't know what he was thinking after being beaten by him...... Could it be that when I was a child, he actually wanted to use his fists to help me with my homework, and I didn't understand it because my understanding was too low.

"Want to learn?" Isemoru interrupted Qin Xin's thoughts.

"I'll ask you again when I have time." Qin Xin smiled politely and excused himself.

Grandpa, the best tool for talking to people is not a fist or a sword, but a mobile phone.

Let him feel my mood while fighting with his opponent, who will come over and shake hands with a complicated look after the game:

"Classmate Qin Xin, I already feel your feelings, you are a good person."

"You're sick! Don't talk to me casually! We're just meeting for the first time, so there's no need to be so honest! ”

"You care a lot about whether Zuo Ling is looking at what you have to do with me! Please play with me seriously! ”

It's already a bad harassment, and I don't want to be seen as a pervert in the tournament.

Mastering the skill of using swords to fight hearts, old man, you are also an artist on par with Yi Che...... "I'll go back to take a bath first, and I'll see you soon." Qin Xin waved his hand and left from the bridge.

Zuo Ling searched for information related to Brother Chuan in the room, and now he may have found a clue.

Qin Xin thought about it and returned to the hotel room, changed into slippers and looked up, and saw Zuo Ling in pajamas staring at the computer, and the screen turned out to be an overwhelming photo of a beautiful girl in a hot swimsuit!

How could my Zuo Ling ...... Isn't your favorite thing to look at is a full-color anatomical atlas? Did you catch the Sichuan virus while collecting information about Brother Chuan? Will it slowly become Brother Chuan! If you are like Brother Chuan, you will be completely hopeless!

Qin Xin was slapped on the head by the impactful picture in front of him, and the sword bag in his hand fell to the floor with a "bang".