After singing with the horse, a gust of wind blew on the gate of the dojo, making a bang bang.
"The wind is getting stronger." Honami glanced at the gate leading to the yard, "Would this gate be unbearable?"
He Ma nodded: "It's possible. Let's continue to seal the doors and windows."
At this time, he suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to look around the dark dojo.
"Is there someone missing?" He asked suspiciously.
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.
Tamamo clapped her hands: "Mikako and Mrs. Umizumi are hiding in the basement! Forgot. I'll call her out."
"Two emergency lights, this is for you." Honami handed the emergency light to Tamamo.
Yuzao took it and left.
Now there is only one emergency light left in the huge dojo, and the light is not enough at all.
The wind howled outside the house, making the whole house creak and creak, as if the whole wooden house would be blown into the sky in the next moment.
The doors and windows of the courtyard were clattering non-stop.
Kazuma suddenly felt someone leaning against him, looked down and saw that Qingliu had shrunk to his side, as if she would hug his thigh at any time.
"He Ma!" The little guy said nervously, "I seemed to see Shimo Inaba move just now!"
He Ma laughed and said, "He's half burnt, how can he still move?"
"Really! I really saw it!"
"Don't be afraid, trust the science."
"I believe in science! It's the afterimage of what, what obsession remains in what..."
"Too deep obsession remains in the ripples of the quantum world." He Ma said this string smoothly, but in fact, he was not sure whether what he said was consistent with what he had just fooled Qingliu.
After all, it is something made up casually.
"That's it!" Qingliu yelled, "Are you sure you killed that thing?"
"I'm sure." He Ma said seriously.
"How are you sure?" Qingliu looked suspicious, just at this time a strong wind hit the door of the dojo, causing the door to make a louder sound.
Qingliu was so frightened that she grabbed Kazuma's clothes with her hands.
He Ma touched her head: "That thing is really dead, I'm sure."
"Just ask how you are sure!"
"Because I'm a student of Dongda University." Kazuma performed his nirvana.
Qingliu stopped talking.
Only then did she realize that she was holding Kazuma's clothes, and she quickly let go.
Just at this time, Mikako entered the dojo with her head in her hands: "Hema! You hit faster this time than before! Wait, why are there two lying on the ground? What's the smell?"
Hema answered the second question first: "The smell of burnt meat is in the air. The third son of the Shimoinaba police chief actually wore iron in a thunderstorm, so he was struck to death by lightning."
Meijiazi stretched her neck and sniffed it, then pointed to one of the corpses on the ground and said, "I can smell it, this is the third son. What's the matter with Uncle Shangquan?"
Kazuma lowered his gaze: "He... After defeating Akiken Shimoba without injury, he passed away because of his destiny."
Mikako was taken aback for a moment, and then she put on a straight face as if she had just been fooling around: "Is that so, then..."
She turned her head to look at the old lady Umizumi who was walking over with Yuzao's support.
The old lady's expression looked calm: "Don't worry about me, I'm mentally prepared. The hospital has already issued a critical illness notice this afternoon, and the doctor told me that it will be these two days. The way to spend the last time of life.”
The old lady looked at Kazuma and asked softly: "Young man, he did win the final battle, right?"
"Yes, and there is no injury. I used the knife that was cut off during the duel with me. If it is a complete knife, I am afraid that the victory will be more thorough."
The old lady nodded slightly: "That's good. He must be very satisfied to win one last before leaving."
He Ma said: "Regarding this, the old man's last words are 'I still didn't pass on my unique skills to my apprentices in the end, it is obviously such a great unique skill'."
"That's it." The old lady replied noncommittally, she gently pushed away Yuzao who was supporting her, and staggered towards the old man who was lying peacefully in the middle of the dojo.
He immediately wanted to help, but was stopped by the old lady.
She just staggered to the old man's side, knelt down, and then stroked the old man's cheek with her hand: "Look at you, isn't this very peaceful. That little regret is actually not important at all. Don't worry, don't worry, I I will hand over your sword manual and so on to your last chosen apprentice."
Afterwards, the old lady recited various things, such as "Tomorrow, the uncle next door will come to ask you when to go fishing, what should you answer?" and "You pruned the yard and cut off the neighbor's flowers. Woolen cloth"…
He Ma quietly pulled Yuzao: "She... the old lady saw the old man's soul or something?"
"How is it possible? Does the old man seem to have a strong obsession that has not been achieved? This kind of person who has no regrets in his life will become a Buddha very simply."
Talk to the horse.
"I hope it will be like this when I die."
Yuzao pressed Hema's lips with her fingers: "You are not yet twenty, it is very unlucky to say such things now. You still have sixty years of life to live, you know, sixty years, more than half a year A century is still long! You will see many, many things with me."
He Ma nodded: "I know. For example, "The End of History" and the end of "The End of History", there will be many wonderful things in the days to come."
Yuzao took a look at Hema, but in the end he didn't say the same thing about his tongue twister.
He Ma continued: "I'm going to seal the doors and windows, and I feel that there will be problems tonight if they are not sealed."
When he said this, the doors and windows of the dojo slammed, as if a lunatic was slamming the glass outside.
"I'll help," Tamamo said.
Qingliu hurriedly said, "I'll help too!"
She looked eager to get away from the burnt-smelling thing on the ground.
Mikako: "I'm coming too! I'm much better than Qingliu at hard work!"
"Hmph, I'm not bad at strength!"
"Then can you push the nails into the wall with bare hands?" Mikako asked.
Qingliu didn't answer.
Honami: "Let me help too, more people move faster."
He Ma nodded, so a group of people carried an emergency light, went out of the house and rushed into the storm.
The emergency lights that were left behind were placed in the center of the dojo, illuminating the old lady Shangquan who was still chanting.
**
Thirty minutes later, he and Ma and his party returned to the house, and everyone was drowned.
While squeezing the water from her hair, Mikako looked at Honami and yelled, "Oh, Honami is the winner today!"
"No, I usually wear it like this." Honami retorted while wiping her face with a towel, "It's you, I didn't expect you to have leopard print."
"Because my heart is a beast." Mikako said.
Qingliu straightened her wet body sullenly as if she didn't hear what they said.
Mikako: "Oh, Qingliu is still wearing a vest!"
"So what?" Qingliu asked angrily.
"Oh, Qing Liuliu, people have to grow up, and now there are super cute styles specially prepared for Yimapingchuan!"
"It's so noisy, don't worry about it!"
Just as she was talking, the old lady Shangquan came out of the dojo with an emergency light: "Thank you for your hard work. I have hot water, please take a shower quickly, don't catch a cold. Our old man likes a bigger bathtub and bathroom. It’s so comfortable, it’s just in use now, and several girls can go in together.”
"Okay!" Mikako yelled, pulling Qingliu along, "Let's go! Sister Qingliu wipes your back for you!"
"I don't want it, let me go!"
While saying that, Seiryu performed a wrestling technique on Mikako, threw her to the ground and used the Mexican cross.
Yuzao: "Okay, stop making trouble and go to the bathroom."
Qingliu let Mikako stand up, walked to the bathroom by herself, took two steps and stopped to look back.
He Ma patted Yuzao: "She is afraid of the dark."
Tamamo was holding the lamp and was waiting for Mikako to get up, but after hearing what Kazuma said, she passed Mikako to Qingliu's side, and dragged her to the bathroom together.
Honami also followed.
Mikako sat up straight: "Hey, I'm still falling down, and you ignore me? At least you should condemn Qingliu for using violence against me!"
He Ma: "Everyone can see that you are fine at all, after all you are stronger."
"That's my advantage."
He Ma: "If you don't follow, you will have to wash with me later."
"I don't think it's a problem." Mikako spread her arms, "We often took a bath together when we were young."
He Ma patted her on the head: "What nonsense are you talking about, I met you for the first time in the kendo competition in junior high school."
That's right, although Mikako is known as a childhood sweetheart and is indeed very close to Kiryu and Ma Yuanzhu, this bad relationship started when the two entered the Kendo club together in high school.
Mikako pouted and went to the bathroom with a displeased face.
She was not afraid of the dark, and walked out of the range of the emergency light carried by the old lady Shangquan calmly.
The old lady Shangizumi looked at Kazuma: "There are spare towels in the storage room next to the dojo. I'll get them for you. You should wipe them well."
After that, she turned and walked down the corridor.
He and the horse hurried to keep up.
In the storage room, the old lady handed Kazuma a towel that still smelled of washing powder, and then walked along the corridor with a lantern.
"The old man's sword manual is in his study, come with me."
He and the horse hurried to keep up.
The old lady asked as she walked, "Did you really not learn his stunt?"
He Ma: "Is it the move of cutting eight swords in a row?"
"No, the one he taught the previous apprentice."
Kazuma responded casually, "Is he the son of President Kawahito of the West Japan Kendo Association?"
"Yeah. Shinji is a very good young man. If he hadn't disappeared, many things would have been different."
Hema couldn't help asking: "What's the matter with this disappearance?"
"It's just missing. Shinji-kun was studying at Kyoto University at that time. That summer, he went hiking with his university classmates and never came back."
Mountain climbing again
He Ma frowned, why does he feel that climbing a mountain is so dangerous.
The old lady continued: "The old man mobilized all his contacts and searched the local area for many days, but he couldn't find anything. In order to find this apprentice, he even called an old friend who had broken up for a long time."
He Ma asked casually, "Is that old friend very powerful?"
"It's amazing, after all, he is the former prime minister."
That, that's great.
The old lady was directly digressed by the relationship with Ma, and continued to talk about the breakup: "The two of them used to be good friends who talked about everything, but they broke up because of disagreements about what kind of path Japan should take.
"It's ridiculous. At that time, they were obviously 30-year-old boys, and they started talking about the future of Japan not long after they entered the society."
He wants to say that such breakups are actually quite common. After all, he comes from China in the 21st century, and he has seen a lot of situations where he never communicates with each other because of differences in key policies.
At this time, he had already reached the door of the study, and the old lady handed over the emergency light in her hand to Kazuma, and pushed the door into the study by herself.
"I looked for it. My old man likes to put things in a mess. I can't clean them up yet. Once I clean them up, he gets angry and says, 'it's so messy, I can find things easily, but once you clean them up, you can't find them'."
He laughed with the horse, the old man's words sounded very familiar.
In his previous life, he didn't like his family to clean up his house, and he used the same rhetoric.
The old lady was still reading: "How can it be easy to find something in such a mess? If I don't clean it up, he can't find it, so he is in a hurry with me."
Suddenly, she stopped and sighed: "It's all right now, I'll clean it up for the last time, so I don't have to worry about someone messing it up again."
For some reason, He Ma felt that the old lady felt a little sad when she said this.
Sighing again, she began to rummage through the messy pile of books on the desk, and finally found a thread-bound book.
"Yes, this is it." The old lady handed this to He Ma, "The old man's lifelong skills are all in it."
He Ma took it over seriously.
The old lady took the emergency light from Hema so that he could turn the pages of the book with both hands.
He Ma opened the booklet and found the hand-painted illustrations and hand-written experience inside.
The first page is the back roll that Kazuma likes to use very much.
Next to the illustration is a note: "Necessary for escape. Effective against tanks."
What the hell
The old lady also saw the line of comments He Mazheng was staring at, and said: "There are some inexplicable things in it, you don't need to worry about it. I guess he got that after he went to the battlefield... that is, the U.S. military in the Vietnam War What's the name of the one you'll get?"
He Ma: "PTSD."
"That's right, that's it. Then he imagined a lot of scenes on the battlefield. For example, he always said that he brought back his brigade in its entirety, but it wasn't true. Only 70% of his brigade came back. .The remaining 30% were either injured without medical treatment, or died of malaria."
He Ma said "oh", not knowing how to make an evaluation, so he chose to remain silent.
He continued to read this "cheat book".
The old lady said beside him: "He wants to pass on your unique skills, which are on the last page, but there is only one formula."
He Ma directly turned to the last page with a curious expression on his face.
There is indeed only a short sentence on that page: Remember, fish are in water.
He Ma was full of question marks: What the hell