48 Hours a Day

On the first day of work, there was no difficulty. As Gabrielle said, they had just eaten and played. They went around in Kyoto City. Basically, it was where the fun was. Even at night, the French businessman told Zhang Heng that he could go. Zhang Heng could feel that there were sneaky guys following them along the way.

However, he only took the salary of the translator, not including the part of the escort. Unless the little tails behind him suddenly hit the French businessmen so that Zhang Heng could not receive the remuneration behind them, he was only tailed like this, and Zhang Heng had no intention of ignoring them.

Not to mention that Gabrielle doesn't necessarily know he's being followed, even though he looks happy. Otherwise, he doesn't do anything serious this day, and he shows it to whoever he wanders around.

Zhang Heng didn't have much interest in these two sets of pregnant people. Gabrielle said he would do whatever he wanted. The rest he didn't ask, and didn't care. When the work was over, he went back to the small courtyard he had just rented. He scooped the ladywater from the well and drank it.

Cold well water is the best thirst quenching beverage of this era. Zhang Heng wiped his mouth with his sleeve. At this time, the hillside field between the walls sends a sparse scream and a wooden knife strikes.

Zhang Heng remembered Xiao Shanxi's invitation last night, and he also wanted to ask each other something. While it was still early today, he dropped the lady in his hand and came next door.

Outside the main door of the dojo hangs a plaque. In the book Akeshi Koyama has five big words. Zhang Heng searched in his memory. There is no impression of this genre, but it is also normal. At the end of the scene is the last splendor of the Japanese knife lane. There are more than 200 genres, without which there are more.

But the vast majority of them were later lost, and only the most famous ones were passed down.

In the age of waste and manhood, fewer people are still learning knife methods, and the schools place greater emphasis on fitness and cultivation, and knife techniques are no longer homicidal.

The Xiaoshan Mingxin Stream must have been submerged in a flood of history, just like the others.

Zhang Heng didn't think much, and walked directly into the dojo.

The first thing in the eye curtain is a green grape frame, full of vines, but now it is not ripe for grapes, only some sparse and sparse flower bones between the green leaves, next to the grape frame is a maple tree, the tree body about one person, fenced under the tree, raising three hens, there is also a small vegetable field on the right hand side of the chicken cage, there are some green vegetables planted inside, the strength is good.

Zhang Heng's face is a bit odd. It doesn't look like a dojo at all. Instead, it looks like a small farmhouse. It's nice to go through the main house behind the courtyard. There is an armory with bamboo knives and chest armor inside, with the honor of the consecrated division, and a small wooden plaque with everyone's name on it, arranged according to the teacher's practice and the order of the students at the door.

At this time, the dojo was lively, Little Sanxie was teaching, but her students were young, and the oldest estimate was only fourteen or five years old, and the younger ones, even seventy-eight years old, were clearly a group of children, but the practice was serious, both caught right, wearing protective gear and swinging knives, while Little Sanxie walked in the crowd again, correcting the movements of those children while cheering them up.

She saw Zhang Heng and nodded at the latter. After learning about Zhang Hengyu's experience of Western studies, she finally stopped looking at Zhang Hengyu as a reckless player.

After arranging the training, Xiao Shanxi stepped out of the main house and stormed Hengdao, "Have you come to practice knife? ”

“No, no, I want to ask what famous dojos are around Kyoto.” Zhang Hengdao.

Little Sandy was stunned when she heard the words, and then her face showed a disgraceful look.

Zhang Heng realized what she had misunderstood and quickly added, "I'm not looking for a dojo worshipper, but... I came to Kyoto just to meet the master here for a while. ”

“Eh, what do you think you're doing in Kyoto?” Xiao Shanxi's eyes widened, as if she had heard something incredible. Although she had not spoken the rest, looking to Zhang Heng's eyes would already explain all the problems.

Xiao Shanxi now has a certain improvement on Zhang Heng's impression. However, in the market before, the latter watched the whole time, and she dared not save people. She also remembers very clearly. It is hard to imagine that this is the kind of person who came to Kyoto to say that he was a master of the world for a while.

However, Xiao Shanxi still likes to think of people as good. Perhaps it is because Zhang Heng spent too much time studying outdoors. When he returned home, he did not know what was going on in China. He also had a certain fantasy that he thought he was a master. But then again, if this guy thought he was a master, why didn't he do it before?

Xiao Shanxi was thinking about it, but suddenly saw the tooth man who brought Zhang Heng to the house last night run in from outside again, and yelled, “No, no, no, no, no. Run, a group of samurai are asking around about your dojo, the fierce appearance, I think is your father's enemy, I gave them a random direction, but I think it won't be long before they touch it back. ”

“The enemy? But when my father was alive, he never argued with anyone, and I never heard him complain about anyone.” Little Shanky shook her head.

Zhang Hengshen moved. He remembered a group of people. Last night, the warriors of the three Changzhou clans lost quite a sack. In fact, it's really hard to argue that the guy who pulled the knife to cut people is still on Xiao Shanxi. Plus, it involves the honor of the Changzhou clan. I'm afraid the other party will have a hard time swallowing this breath.

The tooth man was anxious, "This is the time, and he said," What's the use of this kind of thing? It's only true that you go out to avoid trouble first. ”

“Do you want me to leave the dojo and hide alone?” Little Sandy frowned.

“Or can you take the dojo with you?” The teeth rolled a white eye.

But what he didn't expect was that the samurai came faster than he thought. The two of them had not discussed the results yet. The other side had already killed five people.

In addition to Yamada, who had previously fought Kozanne at the market, see the lively Matsuo, Takahashi, and two other unfamiliar faces.

Yamada's face seemed to drip out of the water. Last night's defeat was too shameful for him. Immediately after he woke up, he wanted to find the scene. However, he was still a step late. After all, they fought on the street last night. Someone on the warrior's side of the downfall had heard the wind.

Also, Shinji Takeuchi, who has no good relationship with him, also originated from the Changzhou clan, like Yamada, is a small and famous warrior in the downfall faction, inevitably will be compared to each other, for a long time, and they don't see each other very well.

About six months ago, Takeuchi went to Yamada to try. He thought it would be an even enemy dragon fight, but he ended up simply defeating Yamada to the north. The two of them could not fight more than a dozen tricks. Yamada was completely suppressed. In addition to the power gap, the knife style Yamada cultivated was restrained by Bamboo, which is the real reason why he lost so ugly.

After the first war, Takeuchi became more famous among the inverters, but Yamada had signs of a downhill road, and the two complained about it. The last night's thing Yamada least wanted was for Takeuchi to know. However, it was the wish of those who preferred Takeuchi to Takahashi to have a good relationship. Yamada suspected that Takahashi had leaked this matter to Takeuchi. The latter came to the door early in the morning, and Yin Yang Weather expressed doubts about Yamada's strength. Be sure to follow along, otherwise tell more people about last night.

Yamada was helpless and had to agree to each other's demands, so today's battle must not only be won, but must also be won beautifully so that Takeuchi had nothing to say.