Stable Polarized Practice

Going out for a trip, it was freezing cold, not only did not achieve the original goal, but the old man picked up another guy who would compete with him for the successor's mantle.

With a gloomy face, Yan Yue limped behind the young and old, and cast a disgusted glance at the guy with the ponytail.

——Yes, limping, the ghost head that flew out bit through the sole of Huang Yue's shoe, and hurt the sole of his foot in a tricky position... It was all caused by this guy with the ponytail!What's even more exaggerated is that the master actually asked him to give this guy a coat. Doesn't he deserve it for the less cold he wears?Why let him share a coat!

Thinking of this, Huang Yue's impression of this newly released junior brother became even worse.

In his opinion, the mantle of Cigoro Kuwashima should be handed over to him to inherit, and all junior juniors and new juniors are the ones who will steal from him, and compared to my wife Shanyi, who can't do anything, this obvious swordsmanship A decent female face is a little more threatening.

Just thinking about it, the boy with ponytail in front of him wearing a blue and white triangle that belonged to Huang Yue suddenly paused, and turned his head to look at him hesitantly:

"... I seem to feel something bad?"

Yue Yue was startled: "Yes, it must be the blood of my injured foot!"

"Is that so?" An Ding blinked in confusion: "Oh, that's right, I almost felt that I was being hostile just now."

Yan Yue: "..."

Isn't this guy's intuition too keen? ! !

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"I am a samurai, and I am currently on the way to practice, hoping to become stronger through practice."

An Ding wrapped up his jacket that was better than nothing, and explained to Jigoro Kuwashima, who claimed to be a "swordsman trainer", "Appearing in the snow-capped mountains was just an accident, and I didn't expect it to be that kind of place..."

Or he didn't expect to land in winter at all, otherwise he would definitely have to wear thick clothes, how could it be that the kimono only had a pair of leg armor, and the cold iron armor would lose weight at this temperature? Like two lumps of solid ice, it continuously absorbs the temperature of his skin, and then passes it to the cold air, like a monster that devours heat insatiably.

"Samurai?" Sangshima Cigoro was a little surprised: "Are there still warriors with swords going out to practice?"

This is not something that can be explained by mere lack of news. You must know that the ban on knives was not promulgated in the past two years, but a regulation that has been passed down for a long time. I thought this was a child from someone's dojo, but unexpectedly Is it a samurai with a sword that is so rare now?

I haven't realized what period of stability here is: "..."

"That, that, I just want to improve my swordsmanship..." An Ding pulled the scarf guiltily, buried half of his face, and said vaguely: "But I didn't expect to meet that kind..."

"That kind of ghost."

"Oh, that kind of ghost—huh? Ghost?" An Ding was stunned for a moment: "Is it the kind of ghost like Shanbao or a ghost?"

Kuwashima Jigoro stroked his beard, and said slowly: "It's not a monster in that sense, but a monster that can eat people. Only when the neck is cut off by the sun wheel knife, or it is exposed to sunlight It takes a man-eating monster to die—"

Kuwashima Jigoro took a sneak peek at this young samurai with a ponytail, and when he saw him listening carefully with his round blue eyes blinking seriously, he felt that this young man was stable.

"So, in order to kill this man-eating monster, the swordsmen of our ghost killing team are practicing a kind of swordsmanship called 'breathing', which can greatly improve the combat effectiveness of the swordsmen... It just so happens that I cultivate swords Teacher, what, are you interested?"

Kuwashima Jigoro pretended to be indifferent to mentioning it casually, but he was secretly watching the expression of the young warrior with ponytail out of the corner of his eyes: "It just so happens that you are also practicing, right? Do you want to learn? Passed the Ghost Killing Squad If you are selected as a swordsman, you can also get a Japanese sword that can slay demons, right?"

"Hey——" An Ding took the bait without hesitation: "Is there such a powerful swordsmanship? And I haven't even heard of it, and I only know a few genres..."

Um?How many genres?Can a samurai learn all the genres?It's not easy to study only one subject, right?

Sangshima Cigoro asked in surprise: "Boy, what genre do you know?"

An Ding scratched the end of her hair, tilted her head and began to think: "The main practice is the natural flow of mind, but Beichen Yidao style is also often practiced with Mr. Chang Zengni... and a little bit of Liu Gang style and Shinto Wunian style. , Mr. Mutsumori also briefly taught some Oguri style..."

Kuwashima Jigoro: "..."

This, most of these genres are genres concentrated in the Edo period, right?And... don't you know a little too much? ! !

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Grandpa has taken his eldest brother out for a whole day.

Shanyi held the wooden knife and took a deep breath, rubbed his frozen flushed face with his sleeve, and swung the knife slowly and firmly, splitting a gap in the snowflakes, and then The space filled with fine snow swung the knife again.

Although he also consciously trained without his grandpa guarding him...but his thoughts had already flown away.

Grandpa took his eldest brother to kill ghosts... Sure enough, the eldest brother is the one with talent, who is completely different from him who can't do anything. If grandpa took it out, his hair would blow out in fright, and he would faint and fall in front of the ghost, right?

Hey - ah!Ghosts are really super scary!Ghosts can eat people!Maybe even use the tongue to drill through the ear and suck the brain dry!Just thinking about it made his knees weak with fear. If he really faced such a terrifying thing, he would definitely die, right?Will definitely be eaten by ghosts, right? ! !

Just as he was thinking about it, Shanyi was stunned for a moment, his round eyes blinked, he stopped swinging the knife, and turned his head to look in another direction - that direction was the entrance of Taoshan.

"Grandpa and elder brother are back...but there is one more person?"

……

"Ah-choo!!!"

As soon as he followed Mr. Sang Dao Ciwulang—no, it should be called Sang Dao teacher now, followed Sang Dao teacher and his big disciple Yue Yue to the foot of this mountain, An Ding hit a big blow uncontrollably sneeze.

"Huh? An Ding, are you sick?" Mr. Sang Dao looked back and asked with concern: "Sure enough, you didn't wear too much clothes in that mountain before?"

"No, I don't think so." An Ding rubbed her nose and replied sullenly, "Maybe someone mentioned me..."

Maybe it was Sowu-kun who found himself leaving without saying goodbye, or Qingguang thought of him in Honmaru. In short, the possibility of Fu Sangshen getting sick is still very small, and the physical fitness of the sword is much stronger than that of a real human being. It was only a short walk in the snow, but it wasn't enough to make Fusangshen sick.

Moreover, the elder brother Yue Yue also lent him his haori coat (quilt). Fu Sangshen is still very cold-resistant, and this level of protection against the cold is enough.

"Really?" Sangshima Cigoro glanced at the newly abducted good seedling with some hesitation. Is this child really all right?The body looks very thin and thin, is it really not sick?

An Ding nodded vigorously, and was about to say something when suddenly his eyes froze and he looked in the direction of going up the mountain.

"Ji——jiang (grandfather)——!!!!!!"

A shout that could be heard clearly across a mountain top rose into the air, and its penetrating power was extremely terrifying. For a moment, An Ding felt that his body knife was buzzing with resonance, just like his current eardrum.

"Hahahahaha, it's another senior brother of yours who came to welcome us." Not only was Mr. Sang Dao not affected by this terrifying scream, but he stroked his beard happily, and when he looked carefully, he felt a little old-fashioned blushing , An Ding stared dumbfounded at him putting his crutches on the ground, then took a deep breath, and then a response that did not lose the battle also shot up into the sky, covering the end of the sound that did not disperse at the opposite end without showing any weakness past.

"Shan-Yi-!!! We're back!!!"

stable:"……"

What?Are these two people competing for voice?Amazing?

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"An Ding, go and change into thicker clothes first, and then come here to pick up a wooden knife." As soon as Sang Dao Ci Wulang led An Ding to the door of the house, he looked like he had something urgent to do, and ordered a little urgently He clicked on his crutches, and pointed to a number of wooden knives standing in the corners of the outer wall. They were of different lengths, and most of them were the lengths of Da Dao and Tai Dao.

"I'm going to supervise the practice of another senior brother of yours, and I'll bring him to see you later. After you make your choice, you can try it in the open space at the door. Remember to choose the length that suits you."

"Oh, yes, I see." An Ding nodded, and looked at the direction of the back mountain with a little curiosity. To be honest, he was very curious about the guy who could make such a penetrating voice. Calling can already be used as a mental attack, right?

"We'll be here soon." Mr. Sang Dao said hurriedly, and left quickly on crutches. He seemed to be very concerned about the practice of that "senior brother" Anding. The next little dot's back, and the next moment you can't see anything.

"..." An Ding turned his head and glanced at the row of wooden knives, and then looked at the spacious open space.

"Choose the one that's easy for you? Try it?" An Ding scratched his hair in confusion, how would he try the wooden knife?A grass figurine cut with a real knife and a wooden knife can't split it, so what should I try?

Just as he was struggling, An Ding caught a glimpse of a snowman out of the corner of his eye.

This snowman has a white and fat belly, and a round head. There are a few stones on the head that looks easy to beheaded. He is standing under a tree with a naive look. The eyes of the little stones are staring at Anding. Check each other's eyes.

"... Oh." An Ding suddenly realized, and tilted his head thoughtfully:

"Is this the one? It's really suitable for testing wooden knives..."

……

So, when my wife, Shanyi, was expecting and apprehensive, she was going to meet the new junior brother for the first time, say hello to leave a good initial impression, and take the first step in the yard——

Accompanied by a sound full of morbid joy, "Hahahaha, head to the ground!", a round, white and fat snowman's head rolled to his feet, and the pebbles he put on were staring at him intently. After a while, he fell from the line of sight that changed from anticipation to horror. At this time, the smile that looked strangely curved was staring at him firmly.

For a moment, Taoshan was completely silent, and then, a scream of panic and collapse pierced the sky:

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!"