I Teach Kendo in Tokyo Chapter 192: The “peaceful” daily routine

In that forged car accident, Caixiang was taken away by Shigehiro Genji as a "human pillar". I am afraid that only Tamamo can answer what this means.

Kurosaki couldn't wait to know, but he didn't dare to bother the "Jinguji Sensei" who knows about the mysterious side affairs, so he just walked around like this to try to calm himself--Kazuma quite understands his mood .

"Well, it seems that you are quite free?"

Although Chiyoko has prepared a guest room on the second floor, Kurosaki is probably not in the mood to sleep right now, so he walked with Ma to the locker in the corner of the dojo, found two bamboo knives, and dropped one past.

"Your manifestation flow should not be returned to Senior Guiting, right? How about practicing against me?"

"Well, I haven't used a knife for a while..." Herosaki who took the bamboo knife was a little embarrassed.

"Don't worry, I won't show mercy." Hema shook his bamboo knife vigorously and stepped forward.

"...If that's the case, please give me some advice from the police department." Kurosaki took a deep breath and straightened his posture.

**

Like all Japanese-style buildings of the previous year, poor sound insulation is almost an inherent problem of Kiryu Dojo.

However, the dojo itself is spacious enough to ensure that everyone has their own room, so apart from the occasional passionate nights, this problem will not cause too much trouble to the girls living under the eaves.

However, today's situation is quite special. What makes the girls sleepless in the dead of night is not the ups and downs of the bed, but the fierce and fierce shouts of bamboo knives.

"Drink!"

Hema Yiji took advantage of the situation and turned sideways, the bamboo knife chased Heisaki's figure and pulled out a fierce slash line diagonally downward.

Kurosaki charged forward bravely in the face of the slash, and by shortening the distance limit and the amplitude of the horse's swing, he easily resolved the oblique slash whose power was halved.

He horse clicked his tongue, raised his leg and kicked towards Herosaki fiercely.

Kurosaki kicked Kazuma with his knees, took advantage of the momentum to back off and shot two spears at the same time. Roaring angrily, Kazuma swung his knife and cut off one of the darts, but let the other dart draw blood on his shoulder, and at the same time stepped forward and released another fang protruding.

Responding to Kazuma's onslaught, Kurosaki did not show any weakness and assumed the upper stance, forcing Kazuma to deflect the direction with a straight slash.

The two swordsmen who passed by each other seemed to be connected with each other for an instant, and they turned around and slashed horizontally while growling.

The two bamboo knives struck each other fiercely with terrifying momentum, and even made circles and ripples in the air—the reason why they didn't break apart was probably because the two sword masters had controlled their strength to the extreme.

This gorgeous sword fight staged under the dim light is neither the modern swordsmanship of competitive competitions, nor the ancient sword dance of Kiryu-style and Shigen-style. If I have to say it, it should be the actual combat between Kiryu, Ma and Kurosaki Naghide to implement their respective tactics. It is the original form of men communicating with men with swords and fists!

Sounds of fists and feet colliding, bamboo knives chopping, shouts and growls, all kinds of sounds interweave into a shocking reverberation in the dojo, which makes the girls peeping quietly outside the dojo fascinated.

"Tsk, it's so good to be a man." Qingliu squinted at the men not far away who roared at the men who crushed each other but enjoyed it, and let out a faint sigh.

"Huh? Why? Doesn't my brother often practice duels with you?" Chiyoko next to him asked inexplicably.

"You can see it with your eyes, right? How have you ever been so serious about training and horses with me?" Qingliu pointed there resentfully.

"That's right, whether it's you or Nanjo, my brother will unconsciously show mercy when he fights with a girl... Alas, but even so, I can't beat my brother. That's called Kurosaki Nagahide's ability Isn't it very powerful to fight like my brother?" Chiyoko looked over with interest.

"Cut, if it's a real battle, Duanshi Qingyu and I won't lose to him." Qingliu tightly guarded the position of second in command in the dojo.

"Is it because the standards are too high? I don't think I'm weak, but why do I always feel like I'm at the bottom of the dojo?" Chiyoko said dejectedly.

"Don't worry, there is at least Mikako under you. She eats and drinks every day in London, and she will definitely take a big step back in kendo when she comes back." Qingliu promised.

"Tsk, you're not trying to comfort people at all, are you?" Chiyoko rolled her eyes at Qingliu, then looked at the men fighting vigorously over there, and stood up with a sigh. "Alas, I always feel that there are more and more people gathering around my brother, which is also a good thing... I can't sleep anyway, so I'll help them get some supper."

"I want one too!" Qingliu raised her hand consciously.

"If you want to eat, come here to help! The family motto of the Kiryu family is 'he who does not work shall not eat'... Really, I eat no less than others, but my body and height have not grown much, I really want to know what you eat Where is it all digested..." Chiyoko grabbed Qingliu and thought about it as she walked towards the kitchen.

"How dare you look down on A cups!?" Qingliu was furious when she heard this.

"No, in fact, Qingliu and your type seem to have quite a market right now? There seems to be another word for it..."

"I don't want that kind of market!"

Qingliu and Chiyoko walked into the kitchen in this way, and suddenly stopped when they reached for the kitchen knife, and then turned their heads to look at a specific corner outside the window as if aware of it. Half a step behind Haruyuki, Chiyoko who was holding the cabbage also showed a puzzled look in that direction.

"Huh? Seems a bit noisy?"

"I'll check the situation." Qingliu put down the kitchen knife, turned and ran towards the stairs.

"Want to help?" Chiyoko's voice came faintly from behind.

"No need, it's a trivial matter." Qingliu replied without turning her head.

Qingliu rushed into her room, picked up the broken time rain, and then fell directly to the backyard of the dojo by the window frame—the Kiryu dojo is a wooden building that is quite old, and its wall structure is far inferior to the new buildings. , Seiryu is able to do this movement because of her light body, if it is replaced by other people with a heavy "burden", be it Honami or Chiyoko, it is estimated that there will be a risk of breaking the wall.

Qingliu thought proudly, she didn't even make a slight sound when she landed.

There is a low stone partition wall around the Kiryu Dojo, but its blocking effect is basically to the extent of "preventing gentlemen but not villains".

Qingliu, who jumped into the dark, jumped over the partition wall, and then followed the shadow of the alleyway and sneaked all the way towards the direction of the noise. The hustle and bustle is only half a street away from Tongsheng Dojo, and the straight-line distance is less than a hundred steps.

The approaching Qingliu hid her figure in the shadow cast by the street lamp, and then she saw a scene that surprised her——

I saw several vans with license plates parked on the street and road, and another truck full of combustibles.

It is already late at night, but these cars have not turned on their lights. It is certain to say that they are sneaky, but at this moment they are parked crookedly on the road, without any other movement. While full of suspicion, it also makes people feel a little confused.

Qingliu frowned, watching many figures getting out of the car and starting to argue, so she quietly approached to listen to what they had to say.

"What the **** is the engine stalled!? The Kiryu Dojo is clearly ahead."

"Out of gas? Damn! Didn't you check beforehand!?"

"Hey, six cars broke down at the same time, why are you kidding me!?"

The extremely-looking men were frantic in front of the collectively broken-down vehicles. Listening to what they said, Qingliu seemed to be planning to attack Kiryu Dojo.

The plan is to ignite the combustibles carried by the truck first, and crash it directly into the dojo to start a fire. Then the remaining people took advantage of the chaos to break into the dojo and killed Kiryu, Ma and their families.

I have to say that the plan of the jiudao is quite cruel, but the problem is that their vehicles broke down collectively for no reason when they drove here. The reasons for the breakdown are different, but no matter how hard the yakuza try to turn on the ignition, they can't start the engine, as if an invisible hand is holding them firmly in place.

This strange and unspeakable scene shocked the jiudas. If there were no hints buried in advance by Shigehiro Genji, it would be time to run away at this time.

"Ha, ha ha..."

Even Qingliu could only laugh dryly.

Although Yuzao mentioned more than once that her ashram is a place of eternal sorrow and blessing under the protection of Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha, she actually didn't take it seriously until just now.

Qingliu also had to be shaken by the unimaginable scene in front of her, but her dojo does have a supporter beyond human intelligence, and this is not something unacceptable, just offer more snacks after returning.

Qingliu stuck out her tongue quietly, and then came out from the dark place.

"Yo, it's midnight, what are you doing here?"

"Huh? Where is the brat? If you don't want to cause trouble, just mind your own business..."

It took some time for the arguing jibes over there to notice Qingliu under the street lamp. They thought she was a little girl living nearby. In fact, if the jihadists still have more time to spare, they should think about how no little girl would dare to come over to them when they see this group of vicious jiudaos.

After all, not everyone who is a ruthless person is a ruthless person, but at least he looks like a ruthless person on the outside.

The Jidaos were too lazy to waste time with the little girl, and wanted to drive her away, but suddenly someone saw Qingliu's Duanshi Qingyu. This era has not yet become popular, and no one will recognize Qingliu as the coser of Pengsaka Taihe.

"Wait! She's carrying a knife, it's from Kiryu Dojo!?"

"Damn, have you been exposed? If so, let's attack directly!"

"Leave a few people to deal with that woman, and the rest follow me into the dojo!"

The jihadists who realized their whereabouts were exposed changed their plans on the spot ~IndoMTL.com~ quickly took out iron rods, long knives and other belongings from the car. Half of the people surrounded Qingliu with a vicious look, while the rest rushed towards the Kiryu Dojo in a sprinting posture——Qingliu didn't pay much attention to this group of guys who were destined to hit the steel plate, and shifted her gaze to Surrounded by Jidao.

These ferocious men with blunt and sharp weapons are several times Qingliu's in quality and quantity. But Qingliu, who was surrounded, didn't show any timidity, it might be better to say that her face was full of high-spirited expressions eager to try. Qingliu stretched out her hand to press the handle of Duanshi Qingyu's knife, and said softly.

"Okay, Qingyu, let's move around a little bit, so don't kill anyone?"

**

In the dojo, the fierce sword fight between the two swordsmen who had been going on for a long time finally ushered in a moment of rest. After a fierce exchange, the two confronted each other with swords five or six steps apart, Kurosaki gasped heavily, and Kazuma's head was also sweating hotly. After a while, Kurosaki glanced slightly at the square corner outside the dojo.

"Don't worry about it?"

He Ma: "She spent more time in the extreme way than in my dojo. Don't worry."