"Chianyu, do you know why Lord Masuke became like this?"

"Ahem!"

Qian Yu, who came back to his senses, coughed awkwardly, and then said seriously: "Maybe the senior brother remembered it wrongly. My father has always had this bad temper."

"Is this really the case?"

Daisuke was a little disbelief and asked in his eyes, always feeling like Qianyu was hiding something.

"Do...of course!" Qian Yu said guiltily.

"But, my father's guard has no reason to lie to me!"

After hearing Dasuke say this, Qianyu was a little unhappy, and he raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "What, you mean I have a reason to lie to you?"

"ah..."

Seeing Qianyu getting angry, Daisuke waved his hand quickly and said, "No, Qianyu, I don't mean that."

"Needless to say, I'll have all my friends. I'll be scolded by my father in the future. I'll find a way for myself."

Qianyu held up the lunch box and was about to stand up.

"No, no, Qianyu, I was wrong."

When Daisuke saw Qianyu's attitude, he was anxious. He pulled Qianyu, said a lot of good things, and stuffed a money ticket into Qianyu's arms.

"Hmph, let you go this time."

Qian Yu was just pretending to be angry before. Being able to knock out a silver note was considered an unexpected gain, and he thought to himself:

Fortunately, Dasuke's IQ was not high, so he was taken to the point.

In short, the story of Xiao Kuihua's mother in class must not be spread, otherwise he will be in trouble.

In recent years, there are not a hundred samurai who have graduated from Sato Warrior Hall, but fifty.

If they knew that this cruel training method was a mess, the warrior who wanted to duel with him would break the threshold of his martial arts hall.

After the two of them finished their meal, they started the afternoon training again.

The afternoon training is the same as in the morning, and it is all about swordsmanship, but it is just an extra chakra practice.

With the popularity of chakra and the realization that ninjas used chakra to make their bodies highly active, they brought more power and speed than imagined.

If the Iron Kingdom wants to continue to occupy a place in this ninja world where the strong prey on the weak, the warriors of the Iron Kingdom have to make their changes.

Traditional warriors who rely on pure crushing power and swordsmanship have long disappeared into the long river of history.

To be more precise, today's samurai should be considered a physical ninja who only knows sword skills.

It was not until the sky got dark that these students who followed Masuke to practice bowed and bid farewell to Masuke.

After the last student left, Masuke looked at Qianyu who was still training and snorted coldly: "I will not be allowed to eat if I do not complete the training volume today."

What Masuke said to Chiyu in the morning was not casual.

Qianyu ignored Masuke, but was like a machine, constantly waving the sword in his hand.

“Huh…”

Masuke let out a light exclamation, this is not like Qianyu who used to be.

In the past, if he heard him say this, Qian Yu would definitely be slandering him, complain a few times, then pretended to be pitiful and begged him to let go, and finally practiced hard under his sword.

But today, Masuke found that Qianyu was so rare that he didn't talk nonsense with him.

Being sensible?

Masuke couldn't help but think with relief.

Then he noticed that Qian Yu had been practicing Fenghuang sword technique, rather than the basic sword technique, and couldn't help but mutter: "I had known that I should have taken him to accept the inheritance when I was six years old."

No matter what, being able to practice hard is a good start.

He didn't plan to supervise Qianyu as usual, and hummed a small song and went back to the inner room to cook the fire.

This winter is also afraid of the cold.

The sky began to get darker.

It was not until Qian Yu lost the strength to lift the sword that he stopped exhausted.

Regardless of the thick snow on the ground, he lay down.

After several breaths, Qian Yu recovered a little strength, opened the panel of his personal information, looked at the proficiency of Yufeng sword technique, and found that he had risen to 40 points.

"Using this kind of training method, you can learn to cut ahead in less than a month."

Yasuo, who has not stepped forward, has no happiness at all, and this is why he can persist in training so much.

“So cold!”

After lying in the snow for a long time, the snow had already penetrated into his clothes. Qianyu shouted, "Sir, please help me."

No one?

No, I usually see the training under the eaves.

Qian Yu turned his head and found that his father really didn't supervise him to practice today.

"My grass, am I my biological child?"

Qianyu's eyes turned pale, and he really didn't know what to say.

Step... Step...

At this moment, the sound of footsteps trampling on the snow came from behind Qianyu.

Qian Yu, who heard the movement, turned his head and looked over, and found that a wonderful figure had arrived in front of him. It was a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old.

The girl's waterfall-like black hair tied into a ponytail to her back, her delicate face, her brows were as light as a sword, and her thin red lips were tightly closed.

She was wearing a snow-white samurai suit and her slender and fair jade hands were placed on the samurai sword around her waist, looking a little more heroic.

“Didn’t you get up again in the morning?”

The girl asked, as she seemed to know that Qianyu had the habit of being lazy.

"Senior Sister Yinyu, why are you back?"

Qianyu stretched out and signaled Yinyu to help him up.

Yinyu was originally an orphan, and even his name was taken by Masuke. When he was six years old, he was wandering to the entrance of Sato Takes Museum.

At that time, the business of Sato Takeku was still very bleak and he didn't necessarily have to afford it.

Even if Masuke is interested, he doesn't want to open his mouth too much at home for no reason.

But Qianyu, who was only two years old at that time, still had the thoughts of his previous life and couldn't bear to see a girl starving to death on the street.

With Qianyu's unremitting plea, Yinyu became a member of the martial arts school.

Yinyu's talent in swordsmanship can be described as other people's children. He has become the strongest student in Sato's stewardess in just two years of practice.

Masuke seemed to be surprised by Yinuyu's talent. After a series of investigations, when Yinuyu was nine years old, he officially accepted Yinuyu as his personal disciple.

At the same time, Masuke turned on stepfather mode for Qianyu, and everything was first towards Yinyu, and then considered Qianyu.

Yinyu reached out and pulled Qianyu up, and gently patted the snow behind Qianyu, and said with a hint of apology: "Sorry, I'm having some trouble on the way to escort the employer, so I came back one day late and missed your birthday."

"It's good if people are fine."

Qian Yu heard this and looked Yin Yu up and down. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he waved his hand indifferently, and then asked, "By the way, where is my birthday gift?"

Yinyu was still slapping the snowy hand, and then said as if nothing had happened: "I came back in a hurry, I haven't gone to pick it up yet."

"Oh, what did you buy for me?"

Qianyu asked curiously.

Yin Yu didn't say that, but just glanced at Xiao Hei who was tied to Qianyu's waist: "Who gave this knife?"
Chapter completed!