Net King Whale Fall

Chapter 400
During the Chinese New Year, it was still the same as before, dealing with all kinds of relatives I knew and didn’t know. I turned another year older, and I received many red envelopes and gifts.

Especially what her grandfather said, "Do you plan to keep the pocket money I gave you to increase in value?"

Sanada Ling touched the tip of her nose and said, "Isn't that right? I'm always at home and don't have any opportunities to use money."

It's true that she doesn't want to ask for money from home, and it's true that she doesn't have any needs. As long as Sanada Ling needs items, large or small, Mrs. Sanada has already arranged them in advance. There really is nothing she needs to buy individually.

Panshi Sanada glanced over and said, "Virtue."

Regarding this topic, Sanada Ling laughed twice without saying anything. She took the opportunity and slipped out.

After the new year, I always go to Sensoji Temple to pay my respects and wish for peace and safety in the new year. I don’t know if it works or not, it’s just a comfort to my heart.

However, Sanada Ling felt that the old monk at Sensoji Temple was somewhat spiritual.

Sanada Rei went to Sensoji Temple with her brother, Yukimura, and the original candidate of the Rikkai Tennis Club.

However, Sanada Ling looked around and saw if there was one person missing. There were eight people in the main selection.

Yukimura Seiichi seemed to understand Sanada Ling's intention, and explained with a smile, "Kuwabara helps in his father's shop, and this period after the new year is the peak period."

Sanada Ling nodded and remembered that there was a black-skinned man missing. She just said that the skin color looked wrong.

Although Kirihara Akaya stayed up late playing games last night, he was still very excited to see Sanada Ling, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. With a head of messy curly hair, he chatted a lot next to Sanada Ling, regardless of whether Sanada Ling replied every word. , anyway, just spit out everything you want to say.

Sanada Ling is actually okay, she doesn't find it annoying, and she can occasionally reply a few words.

Although Genichiro Sanada was chatting with Seiichi, he also paid attention to the movements of Sanada Ling from time to time. Seeing that they were chatting well, he felt relieved.

Nioh Masaharu and Yagyu Hiroshi walked side by side behind them. One of the two men was a gentleman, the other was wanton. They stood together with very different styles but they matched perfectly.

Nioh Masaharu twisted his fingers around the ends of his hair. It was a small gesture he made unconsciously, and he couldn't stop it even after a long time.

It's understandable to glance at Sanada Ling once in a while, but it's not appropriate to keep staring at her, and the look in his eyes is very obvious.

Sanada Rei, who was listening to Kirihara Akaya's tirade, suddenly looked back, and happened to face Nioh Masaharu who had no time to escape. It was obvious that he was also stunned, and he did not expect Sanada Rei to notice.

Sanada Ling didn't quite understand what Nioh Masaharu meant. She had the impression that he had nothing to do with Nioh and had almost no private communication. It should be an accident.

Sanada Ling nodded slightly, then turned away.

Niou Masaharu was so excited just now that his heartbeat quickened. He didn't show it on his face, but breathed out softly in his heart, "Pfft, I've been discovered."

The voice was very soft, so soft that only Yagyu Hiroshi next to him could hear it. Yagyu glanced at him, silently adjusted his glasses, and didn't say anything out loud. He didn't need it.

In Sensoji Temple, after Sanada Ling walked around for a while, she made a special observation to see if the old monk from before was there. It was only after she found out that he was gone that she felt stable.

There was no way, the old monk's words were so clever that Sanada Ling subconsciously wanted to avoid meeting each other. Some things can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words. She just understands it by heart.

While they were drawing lots to resolve the issue, Sanada Ling deliberately walked around a corner that she had never been to before, and there were no doors or windows around it. She waited patiently for the time being, and she could leave in a while.As soon as Sanada Ling sat down, before the stone bench was warm, an old monk came around the corner, wearing an old monk's robe. He looked kind and kind, and he looked very familiar.

"Good day, donor."

Sanada Ling: "."

I was quite peaceful at first, but I became uneasy after seeing you. How could we meet you by such a coincidence?
The old monk smiled and said, "I have a destiny with the donor, so I meet again and again."

Sanada Ling was very confused as to why she was destined to be a monk. She didn't believe this.

But you still have to be polite, "Good day, master, and happy New Year."

The smile on the old monk's face deepened and he said, "I would like to give you some kind words from the donor. I wonder if I have time to have a chat."

Well, still did not escape.

Sanada Ling said, "Of course, master, I will send a message to my family first."

The old monk waited patiently, then stretched out his hand to point out the direction, "Donor, please."

Sanada Ling has been playing chess with her grandfather at home recently. Her chess skills have improved, but the improvement is not obvious and ordinary people cannot see it.

Sanada Ling was playing the game seriously in the chess room, and bursts of sandalwood occasionally floated in the air, which smelled very good.

Time gradually passed, and the final result was a foregone conclusion. Sanada Ling lost without any surprise. Well, it was a normal result.

The old monk said slowly, "The donor is different from before."

Sanada Ling was silent for a moment, "Well, all the troubles that hindered me were solved by me myself."

It can be seen that even the style of chess has changed a lot. The traces of imitation are obvious, but it also has its own style.

"Chinese culture is broad, profound, and has a long history. I have been reading it for a while, and there is a poem I want to give to the donor."

Sanada Ling: "Please tell me."

"The light boat has passed ten thousand mountains."

Sanada Ling was stunned for a moment, and quickly understood the meaning. This seemed to be the case.

"I understand what you mean, thank you very much."

The old monk smiled lightly and said nothing.

(End of this chapter)