Ma Xingkong stretched hard and walked out of the dormitory. He didn't hear the wake-up whistle today, nor did he hear Masao Inoue's roar. A group of Chinese students were left alone during the week. No need to train, no need to watch.
Masao Inoue's ugly face is a rare pleasure.
"Do you know? I heard something happened last night!"
"What's wrong? That guy Inoue is dead?"
"Oh, it would be nice to die! Do you see it, where is it on the third floor?"
"Isn't that a torture chamber? How...?"
"I was targeted. I heard that Mu Yunchen was taken away. Inosue was beaten with a sap and is being bandaged in the infirmary!"
"Really? Then I go to express my condolences, he is my mentor!" With a burst of gloating laughter, several people ran towards the infirmary together.
Ma Xingkong came to Huang Jun's side and said, "You're a very cunning kid. Inoue didn't come to class today. It's amazing!"
Huang Jun turned around and left without saying a word. He was still so withdrawn and didn't interact with anyone. He still ignored Ma Xingkong, his brother who lived through life and death together.
"Hey...!" With a loud roar, Ono Ichiro, who was not wearing a military uniform and had a long sword on his waist, folded his hands and stood in the square in front of the Chinese officers' dormitory. The Japanese soldier shouted: "Assemble! Assemble!"
Only in twos and threes did people stand up and line up in front of Ono Ichiro. Those who wanted to see Inoue Masao's embarrassing state also hurried over. After counting the number of people and names, Ono Ichiro's eyes scanned everyone's face. When he saw
When Ma Xingkong was flying, he deliberately stopped for two seconds. This person was the guy who was competing with Okamoto Yoshio.
Ma Xingkong looked calm and looked at Ono Ichiro. Ono Ichiro said: "My name is Ono Ichiro. I was originally the swordsmanship instructor of the school. Because Mr. Inoue has some problems, I am responsible for training you these days. Please take care of me!"
"
No one responded, and there was no applause. Ono Ichiro was a little embarrassed and smiled slightly: "Maybe you are used to hearing Inoue-kun's roars, and a slow-talking person like me is not suitable for you." Suddenly Ono Ichiro suddenly raised the volume.
Gao Gao: "You! Come out!"
Ono Ichiro pointed at Ma Xingkong. Ma Xingkong was stunned and took a step forward. Ono Ichiro asked loudly: "Tell me! What did you do on the third floor last night?"
Ma Xingkong's heart skipped a beat and he replied loudly: "I didn't go to the third floor!"
"Really? Who is your accomplice? Inoue-kun saw clearly before he was attacked. Do you still want to make excuses?" Ono Ichiro continued to ask.
"Report!" Ma Xingkong suddenly raised his voice: "You are an instructor, I can't argue with you, but if you want to frame me, I will never accept it!"
"Not convinced?" Ono Ichiro continued to put pressure on Ma Xingkong: "You think that you are a master if you beat Okamoto, and you think that you are a talent because of your physical strength. So what if you are not convinced! You want to be like that Mu Yunchen
Tortured to death?"
A commotion immediately broke out in the team, and all the Chinese students whispered to each other. Without waiting for Ma Xingkong's reply, the leading colonel hurriedly asked: "Instructor Ono, Mu Yunchen was really killed by you? How did I hear that yesterday?
Someone kidnapped him at night?"
Ono Ichiro stared at Ma Xingkong with his eyes: "Mr. Ma, what do you think? Do you think Mu Yunchen is dead or alive? I heard that among you people, you and he are the closest!"
Ma Xingkong also looked at Ono Ichiro: "If he really dies, I will definitely avenge him!"
I don’t know whether this was Ono Ichiro’s test, or whether Inoue Masao really saw his and Huang Jun’s faces. Ma Xingkong firmly denied the fact that he had been to the third floor. Ono Ichiro found no flaw in Ma Xingkong’s words and threw them down.
One sentence: "Come to me this afternoon!"
Ono Ichiro did not live in the teacher's office area. Instead, he built a small house with his own hands on the hill behind the school. It was surrounded by green cypresses and with gurgling water in front of the house. It felt like a paradise. Ma Xingkong found Ono Ichiro's house.
At that time, he was sitting by the stream drinking tea.
Ma Xingkong didn't wait for Ono Ichiro's invitation, and sat cross-legged on the mat opposite him. He picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup, and drank it with a tilt of his neck.
Ono Ichiro shook his head and smiled: "That's not how you drink tea! Although the tea ceremony originated in China, you Chinese have forgotten how to drink tea!"
Ono Ichiro picked up his teacup, put it to the tip of his nose, smelled it, and took a sip. The fine green tea changed from bitter to sweet in his mouth, and slowly flowed down his throat. He put down the teacup and carefully savored the taste of the tea.
Ono Ichiro asked: "Are you confused as to why I called you here?"
Ma Xingkong looked at Ono Ichiro: "A bit! But I know what you want from me!"
"Hehehe..." Ono Ichiro chuckled: "You are indeed a smart man. I watched the last competition between you and Okamoto-kun, and I thought the tricks you used were very strange. After I come back, I want to use them on you."
I want to combine your moves with my swordsmanship, but unfortunately I can’t make it work. Can you show me your moves?”
"Hahaha..." Ma Xingkong laughed loudly: "You want to learn? But I may not be willing to teach you!"
"Let's do this! How about we make an exchange?" Ono Ichiro got up and went back to his hut and took out a samurai sword: "This sword was given to me by my master when I was learning martial arts. I will give it to you.
, how about you give me your tricks?"
This samurai sword is completely black and does not reflect any light under the bright sun. One look at it and you can tell that it is definitely not ordinary. Ma Xingkong took the sword and pulled out the blade. A slight chill came out of his body, and the coldness flowed on the blade.
There was a little cold light. "What a sword! It is indeed a treasured sword!" Ma Xingkong praised.
Ono Ichiro said: "I will use this sword to defeat seventy-two opponents, get the master's nodina, and pass the title of master to me!"
Ma Xingkong smiled, put down his samurai sword, shook his head and said: "It still doesn't work. We Chinese people learn martial arts and become apprentices. If you are willing to become my apprentice, maybe I will teach you one and a half moves. Instructor Ono, I think you can
Become my disciple! I have developed that set of boxing techniques, and I have many unique skills!"
Ono Ichiro stopped talking. He thought that by exchanging his sword for a set of boxing skills, he would have suffered a big loss, but he didn't expect Ma Xingkong to make such a harsh request. Ono Ichiro flatly refused: "No! Unless you can
If you beat me, what we Japanese value most is a strong person. If you beat me, I will have no problem becoming your teacher."
"Forget it! I can't beat you!" Ma Xingkong smiled: "Besides becoming a disciple, I have another condition. If you agree to this condition, maybe I will consider it."
"Tell me!"
"According to your status as an instructor, give me the greatest freedom in the school! Isn't this condition excessive?"
"Why is this? Don't you Chinese students have enough freedom?"
Ma Xingkong smiled mysteriously: "Not enough! From now on, I will become the most special student. I don't need to ask the instructor for instructions on anything I do. I don't like to be controlled by others. As for other reasons, you don't need to
I know, as long as you agree!"
"This is a bit difficult!" Ono Ichiro is not an idiot, and he is definitely not a kind person when he acts unconventionally.