Awakening: 14-Hokkaido

After three days of rest at home, Zheng Zhi set off for Hokkaido.

When coming out of the crossing of Sapporo New Chitose Airport, Zheng Zhi didn't feel the sweltering imagination, but felt very cool.

Compared to hot Tokyo, the temperature in Hokkaido is much more comfortable. Even in the hottest July or August, the average temperature here is only about 20 degrees. Pedestrians in thin coats or long-sleeved shirts can be seen everywhere.

After settling in a hotel, it was already more than four in the afternoon. Zheng Zhi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass in the room and watched the city dreamily.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhengzhi came to the west of the city at the address given by Lei Li. After asking a few people, he found his hometown in Changchuan.

Zhengzhi began to wonder if he was looking for the wrong place, because it was obviously a Kendo ground. But after seeing the words "Yanagyo Dojo" on the sign at the door, I knew that this was indeed the hometown of Changchuan, because Changjiu Jiujiro was the person of the Liusheng sword school.

Knocked the door a few times. It was a teenager wearing a kendo suit.

"Is there anything wrong?"

"Hello, I want to find Mr. Nagakawa Kenichi."

"Sorry, Mr. Jianyi is not here."

"What about Mr. Jianer?"

"He's not here either."

"Who is in charge here?"

"The owner here is Mr. Shiraishi Shiraishi."

"Shiraishi Junichi? Is he a disciple of Nagakawa Jiujiro?"

The young man was a little upset when he saw Masashi Nagashiro's name, and said coldly, "Mr. Shiraishi is indeed a big disciple of Mr. Nagawa, do you have anything else to do?"

"Okay, I want to see him."

"Maybe Mr. Shiraishi doesn't have time to see you right now. You can come again next time." Looking at Zheng Zhi as if he was ordering, the teenager was even more angry.

"Go and tell him that an old friend of Nagakawa Jiujiro sends someone to come to him, and he will come to see me naturally."

"Do you really know Mr. Nagakawa?" The boy was very skeptical.

"You can just say these words to Shiraishi Jun." Zheng Zhi was a little impatient.

The boy hesitated for a while, and finally went in to report.

After a while, a tall middle-aged man and the teenager came out.

"You are Junichi Shiraishi, the big disciple of Jiujiro Nagakawa?" Masashi carefully looked at him.

Shiraishi frowned, "I'm Shiraishi, what's the matter?"

"I ... My master and Jiujiro Nagakawa are old friends many years ago. At that time, he sent something to my master. Now I am here to return it to the descendants of the Changchuan family.

"What is your master's name?"

"Thunder."

"Why? Your master is Lei Yin's senior?" Bai Shichun was shocked.

Zhengzhi nodded.

"Please come in, please forgive me for any neglect." Shiraishi Jun immediately invited Zheng Zhi into the dojo.

The teenager looked at Zhengzhi with wide eyes, surprised. He had never seen the teacher look respectfully.

When passing through the training hall, Zheng Zhi heard the sound of many people yelling at the sword.

Looking into the lobby window, I saw a lot of people wearing kendo suits and headgears practicing swords or fighting. On the wall in the middle of the lobby, there is a large word with four words written on it: The heart is like catkins.

"Heart is like catkins, there are no traces, no traces. But it is difficult." Zheng Zhi remembered what Jiujiro had said that year, and said to himself.

When Shiraishi next to heard Zhengshi's words, he had no doubt at all. Because the first few words were exactly what Master said when he taught himself.

In the reception room, Junichi Shiraishi is making tea for Zheng Zhi.

I didn't expect this big and big five man to have a good tea art. Zheng Zhi took a sip of tea and said, "Your craft is almost comparable to your master."

Shiraishi Junichi replied, "Dare to be a master. Master once said that Kendo is tea ceremony, but I still don't understand the meaning of this sentence."

"That's because you think of Kendo as a killing sword. Is the tea ceremony just for making a cup of tea?" Zheng Zhi said lightly.

Shiraishi suddenly felt a shock, and suddenly felt a sense of openness. He said excitedly: "Thank you for teaching, Shiraishi is unforgettable all his life."

Zhengzhi looked at him with relief.

At this time, a girl in white kendo came over.

"Brother Chunyi, are you looking for me?"

"Stay in the United States, come over here."

Shiraishi Jun turned around and said to Zheng Zhi, "Mr. Hirota, this is Master's granddaughter, Nagakawa Ryumi, and heir of the Dojo."

Then he said to the girl, "Stay in the United States, this is the disciple of Lei Yin's predecessor, Mr. Masahiro Hirota."

"Lei Yin's disciple?" Nagakawa Rumi looked at Zhengzhi in surprise.

"Hello, can you take me to your grandfather's spiritual seat?" Zheng Zhi looked at the old man gently.

"Please, please go this way." Nagakawa Ryumi then recovered.

In the quiet hall, Zheng Zhi looked at the photo of Nagagawa Kujiro in the Linger for a long time without saying a word.

"Can you sit here alone?"

Shiraishi Junichi and Nagakawa Ryumi look at each other and leave the hall quietly.

"Changchuan, do you still recognize me? I'm Lei Yin." Zheng Zhi looked at the photo of Jiujiro.

"You may not believe it, but I am really the dead ghost Lei Yin, but my name is Guangtian Zhengzhi now."

"You must think it's funny? No way, I'm forced to helplessly."

"Well, we were all a little emotional at the time. Although I found out that your name was changed to Kujiro before I died, but I knew you changed your name to not want to see me, so I didn't come to you."

"Forget it, it's been so many years, now you have gone up, and the past things will not be said. Do you remember the" nine souls "you put with me then? I don't think you will forget it .I'm here to return him to your family. By the way, I haven't seen your baby for a long time, so I'd like to see it. "Zheng Zhi opened the box he brought and took out a quaint Japanese from the inside. The knife was placed in front of the spirit.

"Old friend, sometimes I really envy you, you can go to this quiet place, and I will be miserable, it may be hundreds of years later when I come to see you next time." Speaking here, Zheng Zhi smiled bitterly.

"I've seen your apprentice and granddaughter. It looks like you're a successor. Do you remember Xiaohei? The stinky little guy who often flattens me, now he's grown up, but he's still as stupid as a kid. And Chang'an, he is still the same, wearing a white gown all year round, and not saying a word for a long time. Oh, it seems that I am also old, and talk like a mother-in-law. But these words do not tell me Which one can you tell? "

"Changchuan, I have always wanted to say something to you, but I couldn't say anything at that time."

Zhengzhi paused and said lowly, "I'm sorry. Although, if time goes backwards, I will still do it. But I still feel that I owe you. If you have a lifetime, see me again and flatten me Just have a meal. "

Zheng Zhi put on a column incense to Changchuan and walked out of the hall.