The Chinese Soul of the Net King

But just when Sanada thought that the sword would definitely hit him, and was ready to bear it with his eyes closed, he felt the oncoming wind stop, as if even the flow of air was at that moment. It stopped for an instant.Opening his eyes, he saw Murong's bamboo sword pointing directly at his throat, and the tip of the sword wrapped in white cloth almost touched his Adam's apple.I don't know if it was an illusion caused by being too nervous, but he seemed to be able to feel that his skin could clearly distinguish the texture of the cloth wrapped around the sword tip.

The Adam's Apple moved up and down, and he stood there motionless, leaving a drop of cold sweat on his forehead.At that moment just now, he really felt the murderous aura emanating from Murong.

"Okay!" Sanada said.

At the same time as I retracted the sword, all the aura in my body was also completely suppressed.He clasped his hands back and said, "Accept!"

Only then did the onlookers heave a sigh of relief, and their gazes at the girl were no longer as casual as they were at the beginning.

"Grandpa, I'm very sorry!" Sanada knelt down in front of his grandfather and apologized with guilt.

Grandpa Sanada just waved his hand, signaling him to go aside.His attention was completely on Murong.

"Your name is Murong, right?"

"Hi! I'm Murong Ziyun!"

"You say you haven't learned the way of swordsmanship, but what you use is a murderous move!" Mr. Sanada said with a bit of chill.

"Yes!" I looked straight at Mr. Sanada and admitted without fear.

"Who taught you this?" Old Man Sanada asked in a questioning tone.

"Mother!" When I answered, my eyes kept meeting with Mr. Sanada's, and I didn't avoid it for a moment.

"Do you know, if you stopped your hand just now, Genichiro would have been injured."

"No!" I answered in the affirmative.

Old Man Sanada narrowed his eyes: "Are you so confident in your swordsmanship?"

"Yes!"

Old Man Sanada looked at me for a while, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Okay! I will let you learn kendo at the Sanada Dojo! And, I will teach you personally!"

"Grandpa!" Genichiro Sanada couldn't help protesting.

Grandpa Sanada looked back and said without doubt: "Xianichiro, she is more suitable for learning kendo than you. Because her whole body is a sword!"

"Yes!" Sanada stepped back in response.All the protests were defeated by his grandpa's momentum!

"After watching the duel just now, you should also know that the skill of kendo is just a means. The so-called kendo duel is actually a heart-to-heart battle!" Having said this, Grandpa Sanada turned his head and said to Sanada : "Xianichiro, you lost this duel from the very beginning, do you know where you lost?"

Sanada glanced at Murong suspiciously, and replied with some hesitation: "...It's momentum!"

"That's right! It's the momentum! Your heart is not firm enough, so you don't have any murderous intent! This is why you will lose!" Grandpa Sanada concluded.

He paused, and then asked Murong: "Murong, although I really want you to inherit my Sanada family's kendo, there is one thing I must confirm. That is, why do you want to learn kendo?"

Grandpa Sanada had an unusually serious expression when he asked this question.No matter what era it is in, the inheritance of kendo is very strict in the selection of disciples.Because the sword is a murder weapon, the character of the sword holder determines the righteousness of the sword in his hand.If it is a benevolent person, then the sword he holds is the sword of benevolence and righteousness; if it is an evil person, then the sword he holds is the sword of evil.

"Because, I want to know a sword! A Japanese sword!" I answered very seriously.Although wanting to know about that sword is only a temporary thing, but wanting to be recognized by that sword is a fact.Since the snow-white sword was covered in dust, it concealed its sharpness.No matter the material, workmanship, or opening of the sword, it shows that the sword is absolutely extraordinary. However, when I hold the sword in my hand, although I can feel its vibration slightly based on the warrior's intuition , but he couldn't feel the pulsation and fighting spirit that a famous sword should have at all.It was a dead sword, or in other words, a sword whose sword spirit had fallen asleep.

When I took out this Japanese samurai sword from a large box of Chinese weapons, I suddenly had a feeling that this sword was so lonely.At that moment, I thought, if I can understand this sword, maybe I can awaken its sword spirit, revive it, and make it shine again!

"I want to know a sword, so I want to learn the way of swordsmanship?" There was also a hint of surprise in Sanada's words, obviously he did not expect such an answer.

"Yes!"

After pondering for a while, Mr. Sanada nodded in satisfaction and said: "Although it is not a good reason, but I approve of you! If you want to know a sword, learning this way of sword is the fastest and the best way! You know Sword, so, I will teach you well!"

"Thank you very much! Master! I will definitely study hard!" I respectfully bowed down, touched my forehead to the back of my hand, and made a great gift of apprenticeship.

Grandpa Sanada nodded and accepted the gift.This also means that he has recognized me as a disciple.

The group of disciples around me suddenly bowed down neatly to me, I looked at old man Sanada, he just gave me a positive look, and then glared at Genichiro Sanada who was still sitting there.

Sanada was taken aback, struggled a bit, and finally bowed down to me.

When I saw it, I quickly bowed back and called out, "Senior Sanada!"

Grandpa Sanada's voice came from above his head: "Xianichiro's sword was taught by his father, and his father is my disciple!"

My heart sank, didn't the implication of these words be: I have become the little uncle of the black-faced god?

After returning to Tokyo, Atobe became even busier. Even in class, he would hide under the table and read materials. Fortunately, he got good grades and was the first in the grade in the weekly quiz, so the teacher turned a blind eye.

A month passed quickly.I went to the Academic Affairs Office to complete the formalities, packed my schoolbag and walked out of the school gate.Every step I take, I feel the air is fresh.I'm finally leaving this place of right and wrong. They are also bad boys and girls, but no matter how I look at it, I think the boys and girls from Qingxue are much cuter than the young masters and ladies from Bingdi.

Before reaching the school gate, I saw a group of people gathered there.It's lunch break now, why are there so many people at the gate?

Walked over to see, I almost choked.There was a large area of ​​darkness at the door, divided into two groups, one group surrounded Zhang Wuliu who had changed into a black uniform; the other group...

"Murong, I'm here! We're here to pick you up, meow!" Ju Wan jumped high among the crowd, and when he saw me, he jumped and waved to me, as if he was afraid that I wouldn't see him.

The resentful gazes of all the nympho, as well as Zhang Wuliu's probing gaze, made me want to shake out an earthen talisman and hide myself in the ground.

Finally, he came out of the Ice Emperor with vigor and vigor, and was escorted by a large group of handsome men along the way, which has long attracted the attention of many passers-by.Although not many of them are really looking at me, but every time the aunts on the side of the road say "Look, that guy is so handsome!", can you not add the sentence: "That girl is so handsome!" Whose family is it? Which one is his boyfriend?"

When I saw the roof of Qingxue's teaching building from a distance, I really had the urge to fly back quickly with light work.I thought that after returning to Qingxue, I could finally return to the original peace, but I was stunned by the group of people rushing out of the school gate.

"Squad leader, you are finally back..."

"Squad leader..."

"Squad Leader Murong..."

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A large group of people from class g had already set up a battle at the school gate, the banners were stretched so long, and the small flags were waved neatly, those who didn't know thought they were professional cheerleaders from somewhere.

With a sullen face, I walked up to Kosaka who was standing in the front wearing a red armband and stopped.

Kosaka raised his hand, and all movements behind him stopped.

"Squad leader! Welcome back!" The voice was uniform and magnificent!

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Of course you are welcome back!" Gusaka was a little excited.Waited for a month, a whole month!Finally, he waited for Murong to come back.You must know that this month they have a hard time at school!Although, those who want to punish them will have no good end...

I glanced over, and saw that the entire class G was here, and they were all dressed in neat school uniforms, their rainbow-colored hair was dyed back to normal, and they were wearing those messy ornaments, exaggerated earrings and nose studs The rings and everything were also taken off clean.However, even though each of them smiled brightly and flattered me, I still asked the most critical question in a very displeased tone.

"Those who are hiding in the back row, what happened to the injuries on their faces?"

Everyone's faces froze at the same time.Then one of the injured laughed twice and said, "We accidentally fell down the stairs two days ago, and we were injured. It's really embarrassing to say it! Haha, hahaha..."

The others also laughed in unison, but the laughter was fake enough!

I just looked at them with raised eyebrows, without saying a word.Gradually, their laughter became lower and lower, and finally no one could laugh anymore.

In the end, Li Jianshi couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere any longer, and stood up and complained, "We can't blame them for the fight, it wasn't them who started the fight."

Seeing those children lower their heads and admit their mistakes in front of me kindly, my heart also softened.He dropped the sentence: "Let's talk in the classroom!" and walked directly to the classroom.

Walking into the classroom, I threw my schoolbag on the podium, and when they were all seated, I asked, "Apart from a few of them, who else was injured? Stand up by yourself."

Several boys glanced at each other, lowered their heads and stood up slowly.

"Have you been to the infirmary?"

Those people were prepared to be scolded at first, but they suddenly felt embarrassed when they heard my question.

"Look, I've read it, it's all right, it will be fine in a few days..."

"It's fine!" He motioned them to sit down, hooked a chair from the side and sat down, and raised his chin: "What happened in school this month? Tell me carefully!"