I Have 48 Hours a Day

The first day's work was not difficult. As Gabriel said, it was just for fun, and the two took a round in Kyoto. Basically, wherever there was fun, even the French businessman told Zhang Heng that he could After leaving, Zhang Heng could feel sneaky guys following them along the way.

However, he only received the salary of the interpreter, not including the guards, unless the small tail behind him suddenly shot at the French businessman and Zhang Heng could not get the salary behind him, otherwise he was just a follower and Zhang Heng did not ignore them. intend.

What's more, although Gabriel looks cheerful, he may not be aware that he has been followed, otherwise he will not do anything serious on this day, and he will show it to whom.

Zhang Heng has no interest in these two groups of people who have a bad idea. Gabriel will do whatever he says, and he will not ask or care about the rest. When the work is over, he will return to his rent. In the lower courtyard, I scooped water from the well and mumbled and drank.

The cold well water was the best thirst quenching drink of this era. Zhang Heng wiped his mouth with his sleeve. At this time, a small scream of shouts and the sound of wooden knife strikes came from the small dojo across the wall.

Zhang Heng remembered Xiao Qian's invitation last night, and he happened to have something to ask each other. Even though it was relatively early today, he put down the wooden scoop in his hand and came to the next door.

There is a plaque outside the main entrance of the dojo. The five characters of the letter Xiaoshan Mingliu flowed. Zhang Heng searched in the memory. There was no impression of this genre, but this is also normal. There are more than 200 genres recorded, and more are not recorded.

However, most of them were lost later, only the most famous ones passed down.

In the era of the Heisei Junkai and the young man, fewer people are still learning the sword, and the various schools have emphasized self-cultivation. The sword is no longer a killing technique.

Xiaoshan Mingxinliu, like other small genres, must eventually be submerged in the flood of history.

Zhang Heng didn't think too much and went straight into the dojo.

The first thing that catches my eye is a green grape stand covered with vines, but before the grapes mature, there are only sparse flowers and bones among the green leaves, and a maple tree is next to the grape stand. There is probably a person surrounded by the tree, and it is fenced under the tree. There are three hens. There is a small vegetable field on the right side of the chicken cage. Some green vegetables are grown in the cage.

Zhang Heng's face is a little weird. It doesn't look like a dojo at all, but looks like a small farmhouse. Fortunately, the main house after passing through the courtyard is quite regular. There is a weapon rack with bamboo swords and breastplates. The teacher's position, as well as a small wooden sign with the name of each person, are arranged in order of the teacher and the students.

The Dojo was very lively at the moment. Koyama Akane was teaching, but her students were younger, and the oldest was estimated to be only fourteen or five. The younger ones were even seven or eight. A group of children, but they are very serious in training, catching each other in pairs, wearing protective gear and wielding a knife, and Xiaoshan Qian walked through the crowd, while correcting the movements of those children, while cheering them up.

She saw Zhang Heng and nodded at the latter. After learning that Zhang Heng traveled to the West, she finally no longer regarded Zhang Heng as a rogue.

After arranging training, Akane Akane walked out of the main house and rushed to Zhang Hengdao, "Have you come to practice your sword?"

"No, no, next I want to ask what are the famous dojos in Kyoto." Zhang Hengdao.

Koyama Akira stunned, and then a look of indignation appeared on her face.

Zhang Heng realized that she had misunderstood something, and quickly added, "I'm not looking for a dojo to worship. Actually ... I came to Kyoto just to meet the masters here for a while."

"Well, what do you say you are doing in Kyoto?" Koyama Akane's eyes widened, as if she had heard something incredible. Although she didn't say the following words, the look to Zhang Heng already explained everything There is a problem.

Koyama Akane's impression of Zhang Heng has improved to some extent. However, in the market, the latter watched the whole process and did not dare to save her. She also remembers it very well. It is hard to imagine that such a person is so personal that she came to Kyoto. Is a master of the world for a while.

However, Xiao Qian still likes to think about the benefits of people, maybe because Zhang Heng has been studying abroad for too long, and after returning to China, he is not sure about the domestic situation, and he has a certain fantasy, thinking that he is a master, but then again, Since this guy thought he was a master, why didn't he do it before?

Koyama Akane was thinking about this problem, but suddenly saw that the tooth man who took Zhang Heng to see the house last night ran in from outside, his mouth still screaming, "It's not good, let's escape, a group of warriors are Inquire about where your dojo is. It looks like it ’s your father ’s enemies. I gave them a random direction, but I do n’t think they will come back any time soon. ”

"Evil family? But when the father was alive, he always had no disputes with him, and he never heard of any resentment from him." Koyama Akira shook her head.

When Zhang Heng looked, he remembered a group of people. Last night, the three warriors of the Changzhou ancestors were quite defeated. In fact, the strength of the guy who cut the sword is still on the hill. The matter involves the honor of the Changzhou Fan, and the other party may be hard to swallow this breath.

Yaren was anxious. "It's time now, and it's no use to say that this kind of thing is useful. It's true to go out and avoid the disaster first."

"You let me leave the dojo, hide it alone?" Xiaoshan Qian frowned.

"Otherwise, can you take the Dojo with you?" The Tooth rolled his eyes ~ www.readwn.com ~ But what he didn't expect was that the group of samurai came faster than he thought. The result has not been discussed yet, the other side has already killed one step first, a total of five people.

In addition to Yamada, who had fought with Akane Koyama in the bazaar, and saw the lively Matsuo and Takahashi, there are two other strange faces.

Yamada's face was somber that it could drip water. The defeat last night was too disgraceful to him. After waking up, he immediately wanted to come back to the scene, but after all, he was one step behind. Last night they were on the street after all. On the fight, some people have heard the wind over the samurai warriors.

Also, Takeuchi Shinji, who has a bad relationship with him, is also from Changzhou, and is a famous small and medium warrior of the Downside School like Yamada. It is inevitable that people will be compared with each other for a long time. .

About half a year ago, Takeuchi went to Yamada for a test. Originally, he thought it would be a close fight, but ended in Yamada's defeat. The two did not fight for more than a dozen moves. Yamada was completely suppressed. In addition to the gap in strength, Yamada The style of his sword practice was also restrained by bamboo, which was the real reason for his ugly defeat.

After the war, Takeuchi became more famous in the downside faction, but Yamada showed signs of going downhill, and the two also complained. The last thing Yamada hoped for last night was to be known by Takeuchi. Takeuchi has a good relationship with Takahashi. Yamada suspected that Takahashi leaked the incident to Takeuchi. The latter came to the house early in the morning. The yin and yang questioned Yamada's strength and must follow along, otherwise What happened last night told more people.

Yamada had no choice but to agree with the other party's request, so today he not only has to win, but he must also win beautiful, leaving Takeuchi speechless.