The Pirate: The Black Duke

"It turned out to be like this. I am a wine merchant and I usually have some money for business. Why don't I sponsor some money for Yixin Dojo." Reinhardt said with a smile, "Just as my tuition during this time."

"Okay, okay." Before Koshiro answered, Sauron said first, and then he reacted again: "Hey, you said you are a wine merchant... you are a wine merchant?"

"Yes."

"It's better to give us some wine..." Sauron whispered, and then saw Koushiro's eyes again, so he lowered his head and continued to eat.

This guy... Reinhardt was a bit speechless. At such a young grade, it is estimated that in addition to swordsmanship, there is only wine left in his head.

But this is also a kind of inheritance of the swordsman, and there must be an inseparable connection between wine and swordsman.

"No problem, I will pack all the ingredients, weapons, equipment and wine in Yixin Dojo in the future."

"Hey, your name is Reinhardt... what a strange name." Sauron took another sentence, and Guina, who was eating next to him, also looked up at Reinhardt, seeming to be surprised by this strange name. Also somewhat interested.

All the teenagers were gorging themselves, most of them didn't pay much attention to the conversation between them.

Hearing his introduction, Koushiro knew his name for the first time. He still smiled and shook his head: "The Taoist hall has its own food, and the weapons of bamboo swords are all made by themselves. They are put in the wine, as a swordsman. In other words, drink less, it is the poison that makes your palms tremble."

"Really...hahaha." Reinhardt obviously disagrees. "A person lives a lifetime. If there is no wine, it would be too boring."

However, during this period of time in Yixin Dojo, it is obvious that you need to stop drinking.

In a short while, the apprentices had completely used their meals, and all the food on the huge table was swept away. After a while, the young people's cries could be heard in the yard.

Hey...

It was the sound of the neatly waving bamboo knives of the teenagers.

Reinhardt walked to the door and saw the children in the yard waving bamboo swords, so he smiled and looked at Koushiro next to him: "Do these children practice like this every day?"

Koushiro smiled and pushed his eyes: "The morning is the time for them to study cultural classes, the afternoon they will practice swordsmanship, and the evening is the time for free practice."

The arrangement is also more reasonable.

"This is for you." At this time, Koushiro handed over a weapon.

"Bamboo sword?" He was a little puzzled.

Koushiro nodded: "Yes, let's try this. After all, things like steel are metal, so the killing aura is a little heavier."

"Are you asking me to chop the grass?"

"Hold it with both hands and pay attention to control strength, otherwise my gymnasium won't have so many bamboo knives for you to practice." Koushiro smiled, and after speaking, he entered the house and took a shovel and a bucket.

Reinha nodded characteristically. There is no problem with what he said. As long as he can improve his strength and break the bottleneck of kendo, anything can be done. Besides, the grass-chopper is too simple for him. .

But seeing Koushiro's behavior, he was a little confused: "What are you?"

"In addition to being a teacher of the gymnasium, I'm also a farmer." Koushiro turned his head, squinted and smiled. "People have to eat if they want to live. I grow some vegetables to keep these children from starving."

"You...adopted these children?" Reinhardt was a little surprised. He never thought that all these children in Yixin Daochang were adopted by Koushiro.

"Part of it..." Koushiro turned and walked out, walking towards the backyard.

Although hidden in the world, there is a heart to help the world.

Reinhardt shook his head mockingly, and walked towards the straw man pile with a bamboo knife.

He had practiced wooden stakes in his previous life, but the grass stakes in Kendo had not been chopped.

Reinhardt held the bamboo knife in both hands, reduced his strength to a minimum, and swung towards the grass man pile, bang!

After the bamboo knife collided with the straw man pile, there was a clear sound, but... the bamboo knife in his hand seemed to have split, which made him very surprised. No wonder Koushiro would let him control his power. It seems that he could see Rheinland. Hart's swordsmanship problem.

It took a little bit of strength, did it break?

Reinhardt looked at the handle of the bamboo knife in his hand, rather helpless. He had already weakened his strength to the extreme just now, but the bamboo knife in his hand could not bear it.

He looked around the gymnasium and found that there were more than twenty bamboo knives in the corner to the side, so he walked over and took a bamboo knife and continued to practice.

Bang... Another broken one.

Bang... Another broken one.

Boom boom boom..., fifteen bamboo knives were broken.

By the evening, the more than twenty bamboo knives in the gymnasium had all been broken, but his control of power was further improved. It seemed that this method was really effective.

"Hey, you broke all the bamboo knives we used for training." One of the dojo disciples couldn't help shouting when they saw that all the bamboo knives were broken.

At this time Koushiro was also busy. He was not angry after seeing this scene, but squinted and smiled: "Since everything is broken, then we are making some."

"How do you feel? The bamboo knife is not completely useless, right?" Koushiro said with a smile, and Reinhardt scratched his head: "You are right, maybe this is something you can't get in blindly strong."

"You are very smart, but your character is too extreme."

Looking at Reinhardt with some doubts, Koushiro continued: "You may think that what I said is wrong, you should think that you are a smart, calm and intelligent person, and the self-control of emotions is not comparable to that of ordinary people. How can a person have an extreme character... right."

Although he didn't want to admit it, he said that he was heartbroken. After a while of silence, Reinhardt nodded: "To be honest, I never thought that I would be an extreme person."

"You seem to be gentle on the surface, but you have the ultimate dominance in your bones. You have to suppress the dominance of others all the time. Should your subordinates absolutely obey you?"

"Does this matter?" Reinhardt didn't understand, but he knew a little bit faintly, but he didn't want to admit it, especially when Koushiro let him bathe and change clothes and put on a Taoist uniform. At that time, his heart I have realized this.

Koushiro is obviously not a arguing person, he just smiled and replied softly: "Perhaps there is, or maybe not, just try another option, it will not hurt you in the slightest."

Seeing Reinhardt nodded slightly, he continued talking.

"Swords are the same as human nature. What kind of xinxing has any style of swordsmanship, so your swordsmanship is unrelentingly fierce, iron-blooded and domineering." Koushiro continued, "Human temperament is difficult to change, but swordsmanship style It can be guided."