The glory of Kyoto wings

Chapter 207
The backyard of the gymnasium is an open space, which seems to have been specially treated, and there is not even a single piece of dead grass.

There are only rows of clothes rails and weapon racks.

There are several Suzhens on the wooden stand, and there are naginatas that are put down vertically. There seems to be obvious signs of activity in the open space, as if someone often practices here.

Minamoto Raikou glanced at Mu Chuanquan beside him.

I found that the other party was calm, standing still by the pillars in the backyard, looking at the sky slightly as if thinking about something, which made people feel like a peaceful lake.

Just looking at it and closing my eyes.

Even her breathing gradually stabilized, and it was only after she heard a slight snoring that she was sure that she was asleep.

A gust of autumn wind blew by with coolness.

Minamoto Yorimitsu looked at the sky, and found that just after lunch, the sky turned dark, dark clouds covered the sun, and there was a dull feeling in the air.

The atmosphere also became dull and boring.

People who are not predestined are not speculative, and those who are predestined can chat, it is obvious that they are not predestined.

Compared to competing with tea masters.

Today, whether it is suddenly learned that my father seems to have a mysterious past in Kyoto, or the person who helped pretend to be a boyfriend is an acquaintance, it is too bizarre.

It's just that these are not the point.

The point is that he's a little uncomfortable right now.

When a drop of water is mixed into the ink, the turbidity becomes its normal state, and it cannot be changed even after being washed.

Just like now.

He no longer knows how to interact with normal girls, let alone a dull temperament like Mu Chuanquan, it is especially weird for the two of them to be alone.

The dark clouds in the sky are gathering more and more.

The cool autumn wind slightly rolled up the dust on the ground in the backyard, rushing towards the surrounding directions.

"It looks like it's going to rain."

Looking at the tall girl with her eyes closed by the pillar and her bangs fluttering in front of her forehead, Minamoto Raikou felt the cool wind, hesitated and walked over.

Just wait for him to come two steps closer.

Mu Chuanquan, who had his eyes slightly closed, suddenly opened them, staring quietly at Yuan Laiguang.

This alert movement made Minamoto stop.

Mu Chuanquan's body moved away from the pillar, looked into his eyes and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

"If you're sleepy, it's better to go back to sleep." Minamoto Raimiko put his hands in his pockets, pondered for a moment and said.

In fact, this sentence means farewell.

Just like chatting on the mobile phone at night, when a person suddenly says good night, it is basically not really sleeping, but planning to end the chat.

Minamoto Raimitsu was not very active in the first place, even if he took the initiative, it was because of a bad girl, and now he is suddenly asked to get along with a girl who is not good at words, so he doesn't know what to say.

Instead of wasting time here, it's better to say goodbye and leave. I don't have nothing to do.

It's just obvious that Mu Chuanquan should have never experienced this kind of classic program. He shook his head after listening to his words: "I didn't sleep, I just closed my eyes and took a nap."

Minamoto Raimitsu almost expected it, so he planned to say, "Well, there's nothing wrong here."

"Then let's compete."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Chuanquan suddenly spoke and looked at him with burning eyes.

"Discussion?"

Minamoto Raikou was startled when he heard that.

"Just now you told your father that you would naively pass on the fragrance of the Shinto style of swordsmanship, why don't you come and learn from it?"

Mu Chuanquan nodded slightly and asked.

"I only know how to combine art." Yuan Laiguang came back to his senses, and then replied truthfully: "I don't know anything else, it's just half a bottle of water."

"Really." Mu Chuanquan frowned when he heard the words, as if he remembered that he did say this just now.

She just pursed her lips and rubbed her palms together.

Always feel a little itchy.

On weekdays, she practiced alone, and rarely had the experience of fighting with others. As for the kendo club and martial arts club in school, she also called all of them.

Just when Yuan Laiguang thought that the other party was just raising a topic and didn't intend to continue, Mu Chuanquan's face became serious, and he sent out the invitation again:
"A real hero will not refuse to fight. I am asking you to fight in an upright manner, and it is just a normal exchange of ideas. I will not use real killing moves."

"Can you hold your knife?"

"I haven't tried it, but I think it should work."

Minamoto Larimitsu was a little speechless when he heard the words, he just said with a smile: "The more beautiful the woman, the more deceitful she is."

He glanced at the wooden frame next to him. There was a two-meter naginata stuck in it. It seemed that it might be what she usually used, and it looked taller than himself.

Although it looks unsharp from a distance, this thing weighs at least [-] to [-] jin. It is not used by ordinary people. In ancient times, it was also a weapon for charging on horseback. If the acceleration is counted, it can be beheaded even without a sharpener.

It's hard to imagine that a girl who looks like about a hundred catties is a common weapon. If this thing is used for sparring, if you don't keep your hands, you will be disabled.

Minamoto Raikou knows how to make a little stuff, half a bottle is like a full bottle, even if he is bored, he will not make a joke of his life, and he is determined not to want it in his heart.

And Mu Chuanquan Suyan's face was stunned, as if he was struggling to digest this sentence, especially when he heard that he was beautiful, his expression became a little turbulent.

He was about to refuse again, but Mu Chuanquan shook his head and said, "That's not the case."

"What do you mean?" Minamoto raised his eyebrows.

Mu Chuanquan said with a serious face: "Just now you said that the more beautiful a woman is, the more she will cheat. It is wrong."

Is this the point just now?
The point is whether I will be beaten to death by you!
Rather than such trivial matters!

"What's Mu Chuan-sang's opinion?"

Minamoto Raikou asked patiently.

"As long as you are a human being, you can lie, it has nothing to do with being beautiful or not." Mu Chuanquan lowered his head and thought for a while and continued: "It's just that grandma said that only a beautiful woman deceives people, and even if an ugly woman deceives people, no one will believe it." .”

Minamoto Larimitsu nodded in surprise when he heard the words, "It seems to make sense."

Just like the richer a man is, the worse he is, Minamoto Raimiko thinks that all men are bad, although the degree of badness is different, but it is true that no money can't be bad!
After figuring this out, he looked at Mu Chuanquan with a little surprise, feeling that he had learned a lot.

Sure enough, if three people walk together, there must be my teacher.

Even a good girl can sometimes come up with unique insights, and it is true that no one should be underestimated.

Mu Chuanquan pursed his lips, looked at Yuan Laiguang again and asked, "What do you think about the sparring?"

"I have no experience in sparring with others, and you don't use a naginata, so there is no way to spar."

Yuan Laiguang said with some hesitation.

"I can use Suzhen." Mu Chuanquan's eyes brightened slightly when he heard the words, as if he felt that there was an opportunity to learn from each other: "The family-inspired swordsmanship is naturally Wunian, so I can learn from you."

Minamoto Raimitsu looked at the other party's calm eyes into the water, but there was some anticipation, he felt that the child was suppressed and sick, maybe he was a martial idiot, it seemed that his hands were really itchy and wanted to hit him.

Looking at Su Zhen on the wooden frame next to him, this thing has the least damage, even if it hits the body, it can only be regarded as a blunt blow, and a horizontal chop with a wooden knife is much more dangerous than this.

The other party has already said this, Minamoto Laiguang can't refuse anymore: "Then just stop, and declare in advance that I estimate that I can take two moves, and I can't chase after them."

"no problem."

After getting an affirmative answer, the short-haired girl quickly agreed, then turned and walked towards the open space.

Minamoto Raimitsu walked to the other side of the wooden frame.

He pulled out Suzhen, which was not too heavy for him, and the linen cloth on the hilt was a bit rough.

The two stood at a distance of three meters.

"That's right." Mu Chuanquan held Suzhen in his hand, suddenly remembered something and said, "Don't draw a gun against me."

This sentence stunned Minamoto Raimitsu, who was about to salute according to the swordsman duel in his memory. His brain didn't react for a while, and he followed the opponent's gaze.

Then found her looking at her crotch.

Minamoto Raikou was stunned for a moment, looking at the calm face of the short-haired girl, he became suspicious for a while.

None of us tried it, how do you know?
Is it the gun I imagined?
But before he could continue to think about it, Mu Chuanquan picked up Suzhen with both hands, and said with a serious face:
"You can't help but pull out your gun and tell me."

"I stopped immediately."

"I'm just an ordinary human being, and I don't have the ability to dodge bullets, or even catch bullets with a sword."

The voice of these few words was very calm, so calm that it was not a big deal to see someone else with a gun, but Minamoto Raimitsu didn't think so.

Holding Su Zhen in his hand, he remained silent for a while.

Minamoto Larimitsu frowned, stared at the other party's eyes after a while and said, "Did you see it last time?"

"Your heart stopped suddenly just now, and then you were very vigilant towards me, and it seemed that you even had some killing intent."

Mu Chuanquan didn't answer his question, but looked at his face strangely and spoke slowly.

Yuan Laiguang was a little surprised when he heard this. The girl was so vigilant, as if she was born with it, but she continued: "Mu Chuan-sang hasn't answered my question yet."

"At that time, I found out that they were coming back, so I followed them secretly, but I saw you protecting yourself with a gun, so I left right away."

Paused his voice, tilted his head slightly and thought for a moment, Mu Chuanquan seemed to understand his worry:
"Guns are contraband. You don't have to worry about me reporting them. If I did, I would have gone there long ago."

Then she continued:

"Furthermore, my father also has a private gun. It's in the fourth compartment of his bedroom cabinet. My father just said that you are not an outsider, so I'm not afraid of you knowing."

Yuan Laiguang's eyelids twitched slightly, and he asked in amazement, "Isn't Uncle Mu Chuan a swordsman?"

Isn't he a normal kendo gym owner?
Why are you still hiding guns at home?

Mu Chuanquan shook his head, and said in a calm voice: "Father said that times have changed, and the combination of guns and swords is the mainstream now, but he never let me touch it."

After saying all this, she frowned again, as if she was worried about something, and said to herself after a while:
"It should be because I'm still not good at learning."

The corner of Minamoto Raimitsu's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this.

But he deeply identified with the girl's father.

Now it is indeed the world of American-style living.

So as a swordsman, especially a swordsman in the new era, in addition to possessing superb martial arts, it seems reasonable to be equipped with a gun, right?

"I understand what you mean. I hope that the topic just now will not be brought up again except for us."

Minamoto Raikou pondered for a while and spoke.

He didn't take this matter to heart. It was indeed dangerous to be reported for gun possession, but it depended on who was reported. Could he still be afraid of this?

What's more, the guns are all in the inventory.

Even if they searched, they couldn't find it. Today, when witnesses and physical evidence are required in any case, I am afraid that no one has been able to collect evidence that he held a gun in this regard.

As for the girl, she will know if she knows it.

With his own status, it doesn't matter if he has a few guns, he can buy a security company, and it's easy to apply for a gun license.

And it's been so long.

This girl doesn't seem to have any extra meaning.

Mu Chuanquan obviously didn't take it seriously, he held Su Zhen with both hands and shifted his body's center of gravity down, and the left and right hands didn't know what gesture he was using: "Are you ready?"

Minamoto Raikou shook Suzhen. To be honest, this was the first time he took it, but when he first started, the skills in his mind automatically emerged, and a picture flashed by.

Thinking about the rising trend of Ihejutsu, Minamoto Raimitsu directly used the carp mouth method, holding Su Zhen with the tiger's mouth of his right hand and said in a deep voice: "Okay, we can start."

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, and Minamoto Raikou suddenly felt that the other party had changed, but he just held Su Zhen tightly and made a gesture of pulling it out.

In fact, there are a lot of rules in the kendo competition. There are various taboos that you can't do it, and you have to wear a suitable visor to do it. Obviously, it is very dangerous for them.

No referee yells to prepare.

Of course, neither of them could shout.

Especially Minamoto Raikou couldn't do it. He only knew how to do the Alignment Technique, so he had to hold his breath and concentrate.

The first person to move was naturally Mu Chuanquan.

Stepping forward and poking around suddenly, she clasped Su Zhen with both hands and struck down on the head. With her height of about 1.7 meters, even Tang Zhu is fierce.

"drink!"

The other party bullied him, and with a loud shout, the figure pressed down. Yuan Laiguang looked at Su Zhen, who was in sight from far to near, and was hit on the head with at least a third-degree concussion.

Minamoto Laiguang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately raised his sword to deflect the frame. After feeling the strength from his hand, his jaw was numb. This is by no means the strength of a normal girl.

His hands were numb, he still didn't have any intention of panic, his body moved naturally, his short body took advantage of the trend after the inclined frame opened Suzhen, and the angle was different from ordinary side cuts, but flashed in the shape of an arc moon.

This is the half-moon sword in Jiyijuhe!

It was this weird slash that made Mu Chuanquan pull away and turn around in an instant. There was a sudden excitement in his calm eyes, and he turned his forearm to directly support the slash.

Seeing that this slash was ineffective, and his only Juhe didn't work, it aroused Mu Chuanquan's excitement instead, Yuan Laiguang instantly felt something was wrong.

I can do two or three tricks like this!

He took a half step sideways just now, and when his old strength was old and his new strength was not yet regenerated, he could only watch Mu Chuanquan, who looked slightly excited, bully him and slash again.

"It's almost done! Click it!"

At the most critical moment, Minamoto Larimitsu chose to act from the heart, and immediately put away Su Zhen and shouted loudly.

After shouting this sentence, he stopped moving.

That is to say, half a second later, the fierce sword wind blew his hair, causing Yuan Laiguang to narrow his eyes slightly, but he still stopped in front of his face after all.

Minamoto Raikou let out a long breath.

Just those few tricks.

It already made his forehead sweat slightly.

Looking at Su Zhen who was slowly retracting in front of him, and Mu Chuanquan who was still a little disappointed, Yuan Laiguang was about to speak, but there was a sound beside him.

clap clap-

A burst of applause suddenly sounded.

"I didn't expect you to be so physically strong, but you always hide it, and you refuse to give me a drop."

Jiao Didi's familiar voice reached her ears.

Minamoto Laiguang put away Suzhen, looked in the direction of the voice, and then he saw the bald old man just now, and the beautiful woman beside the old man.

The azure blue kimono is like a jewel, and the white waist embroidered with green lotus flowers. Even if the woman wears a wide kimono, it is difficult to describe the figure that is about to be revealed.

The pure white foot socks are not as white as the arms.

Just standing there loosely, the charming meaning leaked out, making people unable to move their eyes away.

Minamoto Raimiko wiped the sweat from his forehead, lowered Su Zhen in his hand, glanced at the bald old man, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Miss Mizusawa, why are you here?"

"Wherever you are, I will be there."

Mizusawa Xia Ye blinked her beautiful eyes, she didn't seem to have turned against him last time, instead she opened the folding fan in her hand and covered her mouth with a smile and shouted softly.

The distance between the two was nearly ten meters.

But Mizusawa Xia Ye stood on tiptoe, covered her mouth with a fan and yelled to talk to him, regardless of the people around her.

This sense of ambiguity is too strong.

Even Mu Chuanquan's father stared.

Seems surprised by Mizusawa Xiaye's actions.

But Minamoto took a deep breath.

Um!Right!This is the taste!
Looking at Mizusawa Xiaye's winking eyes.

Even if you know it's fake.

It also cheered him up.

He looked down at Su Zhen in his hand again.

Instantly felt dull.

I even wanted to throw it away.

Who is free to fight?
Wouldn't it be nice to drink tea with a great master?

(End of this chapter)