48 Hours a Day

Xiao Shanxi knew nothing about what Zhang Heng was going to do at night.

The latter merely told her before going out, "You don't have to leave me food to work.” Then he walked out of the dojo with a knife.

Xiao Shanxi also thought it was just a normal job, because Zhang Heng had worked at night before, although not often, this time should not be different in Xiao Shanxi's view.

In fact, she can't care less about worrying about this kind of thing now. After that trip to the Tsingshui Temple, she looked at Zhang Heng again. She seemed to have a slightly different feeling than before. It was obscure, and Xiao Shanxi herself didn't know exactly what the reason was, or she implicitly guessed something and didn't want to admit it.

Girls' hearts and minds are as uncertain as the full moon reflection in the water.

In addition to her relationship with Zhang Heng, she also has other troubles, most importantly the survival and development of Koyama Dojo, because she was unable to recruit students before, she had to offer free classes and manage the preferential terms for lunch to recruit disciples from the children of poor people, which makes her hands tighter.

Although Zhang Heng subsequently rejected her offer of rent relief, even that rent could not hold up as many mouths as the dojo, and Xiao Shanxi had been brainbreaking about how to increase her income stream for some time.

And it turned out that at this moment, a stranger, Seo-yeon, was looking out the door of the dojo, and the next moment a wooden knife was pointing at his chest.

“Who sent you?” Xiao Shanxi frowned and drank.

“Ah?!” Someone seemed frightened, took a half-step back, wiped his nose and said, “Is this a hill dojo? ”

“Isn't the plaque on the door clear?” Little Sandy was not relaxed.

“I... I saw it, I just didn't expect it to be so... simple.” This is what people do.

“You bastard, are you here to fight?” Little Sandy didn't expect this thieve-eyed guy to be ashamed to abandon someone's dojo for breaking, so he couldn't help but be angry.

“Sorry, sorry!” Someone saw the wooden knife in Little Sansy's hand and cut herself, hurriedly apologizing, "I know that real high school people don't like to chase names for profit, it's perfect here, but... I'm not hiding it, I'm actually here to worship master art.” He hastily said what he wanted.

“Hmm?” Xiao Shanxi closed the wooden knife in her hand at the last moment, measuring the visitor with a fox of suspicion, "Why did you come to Xiaoshan Dojo to worship? ”

The guy outside the door was also a little silly. I didn't think there was a dojo that would ask this question. Little Sandy looked like she didn't believe anyone was coming to worship.

“Because… I want to be the most powerful knife in the world?” The visitor replied with caution.

This euphemism is a bit ridiculous with his seemingly obscene appearance, let alone the desire to be the world's first swordsman, but come running to the impoverished to unravel the pot of small mountain dojo worshippers.

So far, little Sandy is sure this guy is here to have fun.

So she raised the wooden knife in her hand again, angrily scolding, “Daredevil, beware! ”

“Ah?!” If a visitor wants to cry without tears, he has no idea why he has to be cut off again to tell the truth. Is this the trial before the Ming Ming's heart flows? It turns out this genre is fierce.

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On the other hand, Zhang Heng had already met Gabrielle, a French businessman, who wore a tuxedo today and combed his hair in a meticulous way. The whole person looked refreshed, and when he saw Zhang Heng wave at him, he finally revealed the mystery, "Hi, Mr. Yongtai, let's go to the garden tonight. ”

Located east of the Duck River, Gion was originally a street in front of the gate of the Yasaka Shrine. In 1665, the Edo Shogun allowed the opening of tea houses here, and then gradually developed into Kyoto's famous flower street. Today, it is the peak of the Gion Garden, claiming to possess 3,000 geisha, which is the wind and moon place all men aspire to.

The people who invited Gabrielle tonight to locate it are obviously aware of the preferences of French businessmen.

However, Gabrielle did not seem to be in a hurry. He dragged Zhang Hengxian to the side of the road to eat something casually and padded his stomach. Then he waited until it was completely dark. The two of them left and slowly swayed to Jien Garden, which also confirmed Zhang Hengxian's previous judgment from the other side.

The French businessman's meeting tonight was obviously not convenient to show up in front of the public, which is why the party was postponed until this time, and then the cover of the night came to the garden to avoid being hit by others.

Is it Hanjiro Nakamura everyone is looking for in Kyoto right now?

Although Zhang Heng-Hope is the answer, on the other hand, he is also well aware that Gabrielle, the sly French businessman, must have made contact with the inverters to talk business, and Hanjiro Nakamura, the executioner, has no knowledge of business at all, which of course does not mean that he will definitely not come tonight, if he is not the owner of the party tonight but only the bodyguard, it is still possible, so Zhang Heng-Hope is not completely abandoned.

Zhang Heng and Gabrielle walked into a teahouse called Right-Ji. He could clearly feel that the teahouse was different. From the receptionist in charge of the entrance, to the kabuki that rubbed past in the corridor to the smiling boss and wife, there was actually a feeling of negative martial arts.

Zhang Hengxin's previous thoughts may be a little off. The banquet owner did not put the place here to satisfy Gabrielle's basic claim as a man, but because it was a secret stronghold for the inverters in Kyoto.

Zhang Heng couldn't help but be more curious about the identity of the banquet owner tonight. The other party may not be too small to achieve this level of confidentiality and security measures, but he remains indifferent on the outside.

Until he crossed a corridor and came to the middle of the courtyard, a waitress finally stopped him on his way.

He bowed respectfully to him, "This Guest, Rikkichi, is a place of joy, please untie him. ”

“But I'm not here to cheer.” Zhang Hengfangdao.

The maid laughed and said nothing more, but she didn't move her footsteps and just got stuck in the middle of the road, which was enough to make her position clear.

Seeing the atmosphere get a little nervous, Gabrielle hastily asked Zhang Heng about the reason for the incident, and then persuaded him, “It's okay, just keep the knife for them. It's just a banquet at night. It's nothing dangerous. Just get it back after dinner. ”

“This knife is a relic of my ancestors and I dare not leave.” Zhang Heng also came with an open mouth. In fact, this knife was borrowed the day before yesterday. It was the sharpest and most robust, and he brought it to cope with the war that might occur at night.