After a night of hustle and bustle, the sword hunt continued, and the struggle continued to be staged all over the Yellow Springs Hirazaka.

In some places, it's as quiet as ever.

In the courtyard directly opposite the tea room, under the infusion of water, the sound of startled deer was struck, and there was a crisp sound. On the white sand, plum blossoms fall on the dark rocks.

The slightly old samurai held a teacup and quietly gazed at the distant scenery and comprehended the Zen sense.

The action paused slightly for a moment.

His eyes looked out of the door of the tea room.

Behind the paper door, there was the sound of soft footsteps approaching slowly. The visitor stopped outside the door, not hiding his presence, just bowing his head respectfully.

It wasn't until after the samurai had finished drinking tea that the visitor knocked lightly on the door and respectfully reported: "Teacher Sato, disciple Yamanaka Furuya, please see me." ”

Sato put down the teacup and asked indifferently, "Why didn't you knock on the door in the first place?"

The young man outside the door lowered his head, "Don't dare to disturb your taste." ”

Sato smiled, "Then don't you bother now?"

The voice behind the door became more and more respectful: "There are many things in my heart, it is really difficult to be at ease, I am afraid that I will meet the teacher, but I will not have the opportunity to see it." ”

"Since you're here, come in. ”

Sato let out a long breath and couldn't help but feel a pang of boredom.

There are so many students who want to pat yourself on the back that they are simply pervasive and impossible to prevent.

Especially after he assumed the duties of the sword hunting referee, he became more and more attentive, and even the tea room where he occasionally slept was found at the door.

The paper door was pushed open, revealing a handsome young man kneeling outside the door.

Wearing the uniform of the dojo, he carried a long knife with ornate decoration, but the scabbard looked too ornate, not like a murder weapon, but like a work of art.

Although there were traces of holding a sword on his fingers, there were no calluses.

A pompous man with sparse martial arts.

Sato glanced at it and asked, "Since you're here, do you want to drink tea with me?"

"The disciple didn't dare. ”

Yamanaka raised his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and picked up a box from his side: "It's just that I came in and got a thing, I don't dare to cherish the broom, and I also ask Sato Fan Yajian." ”

Sato didn't want to see it, but he was just going to wave his hand and let him get out with his things.

But the young man's movements were fast, and he directly opened the exquisite box directly, and slowly pushed the contents of the box forward.

Sato's raised arm paused.

Amidst the soft brocade, the ancient tea kettle reveals its true face.

The tea kettle is forged from black iron, but the style is indescribably delicate and light, and the texture of the fine fish scales contains wisps of essentia, and a mysterious and lonely charm comes to the face, which makes people feel a burst of tranquility in their hearts.

It was not a precious border relic, but after decades of cultivation by a tea ceremony master, the tea kettle had become self-generated, which was rarer than any border relic.

It's a rare and elegant thing.

Although I don't like flies and dogs, such a beautiful tea kettle in front of me also makes Sato involuntarily happy. Nishi Now, with the movements of the young man Yamanaka, the tea kettle was pushed in front of Sato.

A stone's throw away.

Sato lowered his eyes, looked at the clumsy and vicissitudes of the kettle, couldn't help but stretch out his hand, gently stroked, and felt slightly cool in his hand, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell the hallucinatory fragrance of tea.

"What a rare thing......

In the long silence, Sato finally raised his eyes, and his expression became serious: "If you bring it to an old and dizzy person like me to taste, I'm afraid it will also be dusty, right?"

Yamanaka couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

The young man's smile is so warm and soft, it makes people feel good.

"At the end of the day, it's just a teapot. Yamanaka replied with no loss of manners, "In the eyes of those who like it, it is naturally rare, but those who don't like it will only be regarded as tatters when they see it." It can be seen that Maxima often exists, but Bole does not often have. ”

"Yes, Bole doesn't have it often. ”

When Sato heard this, he recalled the hard years and was filled with emotion.

After a long time, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he looked at the disciple in front of him: "But Yamanaka-kun, you compare me to Bole, but you are really not a thousand horses, what can I guide you?"

The young man lowered his eyes and replied respectfully, "I don't dare to ask for extravagance, I just want to be able to listen to your teachings from time to time." ”

"I go to the dojo every Friday and want to teach why I don't see you in my class?"

"Of course, I hope you can look the other way. ”

When he said this, the young man raised his head and let the division commander in front of him look at him with a sharp gaze, hiding the trembling of his fingers, wanting to show his backbone.

Sato was silent for a moment and chuckled softly.

"Very well, Yamanaka-kun. He said, "I'll take the teapot, and I'll see how you do." ”

"Well, take your leave. ”

The young man politely said goodbye, took two steps back, and finally saluted again, closing the door gently for him.

The footsteps faded away.

In the silence, Sato looked down at the tea kettle in the box, and for a long time, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the phone number of his colleague.

"This is Fujidaira. ”

"It's me. Sato opened his mouth and asked, "I remember, you have a disciple named Yamanaka Furuya?"

"Yamanaka?"

Fujidaira thought for a moment: "I don't have much of an impression that there are so many disciples in the dojo, but I remember that there seems to be a mountain that spent money to donate, and his family is the Honshu Agricultural Association, and some of them have money. I haven't had a few classes, but I mixed up with a group of fox friends and dog friends. But he is very measured, and he has not caused any trouble. ”

Fujihei asked, "Is he going your way?"

"yes. ”

Sato said calmly: "If you perform well, it's not bad to be accepted as an official disciple." ”

Fujihei on the other end of the phone suddenly understood.

"Then you're going to have a treat. ”

At this time of year, there are not many dojo disciples who come out like this, and they want to find a step forward or seek other transfers. And the teachers are naturally not too ruthless, and if possible, they often raise their noble hands.

The sedan chair is too human, and it is not uncommon for everyone to take what they need.

Especially a disciple like Yamanaka.

Know how to measure and know how to advance and retreat.

Generously shot, but also pay tribute to the teacher.

The benefits of teaching it are endless.

But it is naturally impossible to be so hasty in accepting apprentices, only looking at one side, and naturally it will be investigated for a long time to confirm that it will not cause trouble for itself, and it will be officially considered.

And during this period, it is time for the disciples to behave......

Sato narrowed his eyes, and couldn't help but look forward to it.

And the speed of this cheap disciple who has not yet skimmed the eight characters in the mountain is even faster than he imagined.

According to the surveillance video, at four o'clock in the afternoon, at the gate of the dojo, he had already set up his stall.

Just three minutes before Sato arrived.

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"Teacher Sato!"

Just in front of the gate of the dojo, before Sato looked up, he heard a majestic, sonorous, and energetic greeting, and he was almost startled and almost pulled out his sword.

When I raised my head and looked at it, I realized that it was a young man bowing respectfully in front of the door.

Remember the name...... Ancient houses in the mountains?

See each other again so soon.

The shout was really too high, and the other people around him, as well as the disciples passing by inside and outside the dojo, all looked at him with curious eyes

The mountain was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly his heart suddenly smiled.

This little guy is actually using himself to build momentum now?

It can be seen that in the basket behind him, there are hundreds of famous knives scattered around, and the number is quite amazing. If you can feel the aura left by the long-term immersion of the martial artists, there is no doubt that it is genuine.

His heart suddenly dawned.

Although it is not clear where he got so many samurai swords and how much it cost, I am afraid that it was also the idea of making a big show of sword hunting this time, right?

Sure enough, it was very thoughtful.

That's why he realized that he wanted to vote for his own favor, if he, one of the knife hunting referees, could push him in the back, he would be nine out of ten this time, and he would be able to make a name for himself among his peers in the future......

It's a pity that the young man is still a little tender after all.

Where else can't Sato see?

Beneath the young man's seemingly calm and solemn appearance, his heart and pulse were in a mess, and he was already sweating nervously......

Sato's expression became serious.

"Yamanaka!"

Suddenly, the ancient house in the mountains trembled and lowered his head: "The disciple is here!"

Seeing his trembling appearance, Sato smiled, stretched out his hand, and patted him on the shoulder: "Young people should guard against arrogance and rashness, and don't be too ambitious." ”

Although I don't plan to do bad things for bad people, I still have to knock it out.

But after the beating, you must also encourage more, otherwise you will not give a favor for nothing?

In this way, in front of many disciples, Sato heard the words and encouraged: "Come on, Yamanaka-kun, the future depends on you." ”

Yamanaka was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic and responded loudly: "Yes!"

Feeling the longing gaze coming from beside him, Sato smiled slightly, turned around and walked into the dojo.

Sensible and polite can also come to money, especially with ideas......

His future inner disciple may have a great future.

He thought so.

Yamanaka Furuya stood respectfully and bowed until Sato had walked away, when he slowly straightened up and felt a subtle gaze coming from his surroundings.

A little apathy, a little mockery, and a little hostility......

Seeing that a disciple of the dojo who had never seen it at all brought back so many achievements, and was also praised by the referee, the hearts of the others suddenly became uncomfortable.

A disciple who had just returned from the knife hunt and was still carrying more than seventy sharp blades slowly stepped forward, with a sneer like finding fault: "Hey, you are very raw." ”

Yamanaka stood in place, retracting his gaze from the direction from which Sato had left, his expression changed from a smile to indifference, and he turned to the comer, and asked, "Do you think I look at you familiarly?"

The comer was furious.

But before he could do it, the 'Ancient House in the Mountains' picked up the registration board at hand, grabbed the pen in his hand, and asked impatiently, "How many?"

"Huh?"

The disciple who found fault was stunned and didn't understand.

"You're here for my amusement, bastard!"

The expression in the mountain suddenly became angry, and the pen in his hand tapped the board, almost angrily: "I asked you how many, didn't you go to the knife hunting? Don't make a mess if you are less than three years old!"

The young man slapped the table and said unhappily, "I'm here to register—"

"Huh?" The disciple who found fault was stunned for a long time, and finally reacted, "Register, register, what to register?"

"Of course, it's the result of sword hunting!"

The ancient house in the mountains picked his nostrils: "Stay here to register and count, these days you guys have come back to report the number piecemeal, and you still export so much at every turn, are you using the teacher as an accounting room? The gentlemen are already bored, otherwise why do you want me to do this work?"

Just now, the teacher came to inspect the mission, didn't you arrive?"

"I ...... I ......"

"What am I?"

Shan Zhong coldly pointed to the big baskets and boxes beside him: "Put the things there, report them yourself! Don't make a false report, I have a count here!"

As he spoke, he patted the blackboard behind him, and suddenly there were names and the number of knives on it.

Glancing impatiently at the comer, waiting for him to answer.

Heart...... It has already been mentioned in his throat, and under the second-hand dojo uniform he bought, his calves and stomach have begun to twitch.

Always ready to escape.

"Seventy-one ......"

The visitor was shocked by his annoyed appearance, as if he finally understood, and subconsciously obeyed his command, put the knife in the frame, and let him take it.

Under the corroboration of the teacher, there was no doubt about the origin of this person.

Anyway, this is the gate of the dojo, and no one will be bold enough to play tricks under the nose of the Sword Master, right?

The answer is yes.