The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable - Chapter 224

c224 Extra volume:——A visitor from the sword dojo

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There are some thin white clouds floating in the pure blue sky.

Unknown red birds flew across the sky quickly.

Inside the Suliu dojo.

Outside Lianxue’s room.

Mother leaned against the wall on one side of the corridor. She looked helplessly at the sky outside the eaves, her pink pupils similar to Lianxue trembling slightly.

She covered her mouth gently to hold back the tears from overflowing her eyes.

Turning around, wiping the tears from his eyes, he staggered towards the outside of the dojo.

“Cough…cough…”

Lianxue’s coughing sound became farther and farther away until it was no longer audible.

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at the same time.

Not far from Soryu Dojo.

On a road with houses on both sides gradually opening up.

The figure wearing a white martial arts uniform moved quickly.

“Huh…huh…!” Qingzang controlled his breathing rhythm, hugged the flowers in his arms, and ran in the direction of Suliu Dojo with small steps.

Arriving soon.

As a warrior who has been training his body all year round, Qingzang’s body functions are very powerful.

At least it wouldn’t be a problem to knock down a few sword-wielding samurai with bare hands.

Well, if it’s less than ten, it can be said to be a few.

At this time.

Snap, snap.

In front of Qingzang.

Two well-dressed figures walked slowly towards them:

One is older and the other is younger. The elder walking in front is wearing a black haori, and inside the haori is a slim-fitting kendo uniform.

The old man’s resolute face full of vicissitudes of life is very old-fashioned, and his long hair is also mixed with a little silver thread – he looks about fifty years old.

In the early Edo period, people were already living a long life.

The young man following the elder looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The solemn elder at the head raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw Qingzang running towards him.

“…Qingzang.”

A somewhat vicissitudes of voice slowly called Qingzang.

Qingzang also saw the elder who was heading in the opposite direction to him. He slowly stopped and nodded with a smile:

“Ah, it’s you!”

“Is something wrong?”

Qingzang usually addresses people who are older than him as “you”.

What’s more, he knew the elderly swordsman in front of him.

The opponent’s name is “Iwakin Hanbei”. It is said that he is a samurai who survived the battlefields of the Warring States Period. The hairstyle of the opponent’s Tsukiyo head is a good proof.

And this “Iwakin Hanbei” is the owner of the sword dojo next door to his Soryu dojo.

Qingzang scratched the back of his head. He maintained his usual smile and pointed in the direction of Suliu Dojo:

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now. There’s still something going on at the Suliu Dojo…”

The moment Qingzang said this.

The young man standing behind the elder who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old suddenly felt unhappy.

The young man tilted his neck and raised his head with contempt in his eyes.

“Tsk.”

He clicked his tongue, frowned slightly, and looked at Qingzang with evil intentions:

“…You guy…”

As far as he knew, Keizang’s dojo didn’t have any apprentices at all.

What, how did he know that?

Ah, probably because everyone who wanted to join the Soryu Dojo was driven away by him.

“Just your empty dojo with no apprentices…what can you do in a hurry?”

The boy said in a very arrogant tone, as if he didn’t take Qingzang seriously at all:

“It would be too rude to find such an excuse to interrupt my father!”

With that said, the young man took a step forward and asked Qing Zang with his eyes.

Seeing the arrogance of the young man, Keizang slowly turned his head to look at Hanbei Iwakami with an unchanging smile.

As the owner of the field, Iwakin Hanbei naturally could not let his son be so embarrassed in front of him. He immediately turned his head and yelled:

“Atsuya! Shut up!”

“It’s you who are rude now!”

When the young man named Atsushi saw his father scolding him, his arrogant expression suddenly froze. He looked at his father again unwillingly:

“But…father…”

“……I see.”

After seeing the seriousness in his father’s eyes, Duzai slowly lowered his head, quietly glared at Qingzang, and stepped back behind his father with an unnatural look on his face.

Iwakin Hanbei took a deep look at his son.

His son, Atsushi Iwachika, will inherit his dojo as the owner in the future, but his temperament is too impatient, arrogant, and immature, and he is not suitable as a manager.

But this is also the result of my neglect of management when he was young.

well.

Iwakin Hanbei let out a long sigh and slowly turned his head.

The eyebrows and eyes drooped by wrinkles stared at Qingzang deeply, and it took a long time before he slowly said a sentence:

“… I’m really sorry for the rudeness of the juniors to Your Excellency a few days ago.”

“It was me who neglected to discipline them. They have already been reprimanded by me.”

As he spoke, Iwakin Hanbei bowed his head slightly towards Keizo.

After hearing his father’s apology, Duzai immediately raised his head and looked at his father with an expression of disbelief.

“Father…” Duzai’s pupils trembled slightly and he frowned.

Iwakin Hanbei glanced at his son and said nothing.

Keizang was slightly startled when he heard Iwakami Hanbei’s words. After being slightly stunned, he burst out laughing:

“I see, are you here for this matter?”

He smiled and waved his hand, saying that he didn’t care:

“It’s okay. This matter doesn’t cause me much trouble.”

A few days ago, several apprentices from the sword dojo headed by Atsushi surrounded Keizang who was standing at the entrance of the Suryu dojo.

And with the slogan “Souryu Dojo is ours”, he forced Keizang to “return” the dojo.

At that time, Qingzang was a little overwhelmed and just felt confused.

But things are not as the apprentices of the Kendo Hall say – the Soryu Dojo does not belong to them.

Qingzang rescued an old man who was robbed by bandits in the mountains. In order to express his gratitude, the old man gave up the large ashram and land to Qingzang.

They in the Kendo Hall have just coveted the Soliu Dojo for a long time and want to take this opportunity to directly steal the Soliu Dojo.

However, when several apprentices were encouraged to come forward to discuss with Qing Zang.

But he was beaten to the ground without any ability to resist, and the matter ended like this.

Qingzang thought about what happened for a moment, and nodded slowly:

“I would rather say that the discussion at that time was a bit interesting.”

“That’s it…”

Iwakin Hanbei slowly raised his head, sighed slightly on his stern face, and his expression unexpectedly became kind:

“If your Excellency can think this way, it is naturally the best.”

“But.” Iwakin Hanbei’s tone changed and became serious again, but there was also a hint of joking:

“My disciple was knocked down. I will go to your dojo to get back this face when I have time.”

Qingzang smiled and nodded, and took another step forward:

“Haha, then I will definitely accompany you to the end!”

Then he waved his hands in a farewell gesture.

Under the watchful eyes of Iwakin Hanbei and his son, they slowly started running in the direction of Soryu Dojo.

Slowly, he left the sight of the two people.

Only then did Iwakin Hanbei slowly put away his kind expression and turned back into the serious and old-fashioned samurai.

Being able to hang out with the general and being named “Hanbei”, he naturally knows how to communicate correctly in social situations.

Qingzang’s strength deserves his attention.

At this time.

“Father.” Duzai, who had always been puzzled, lowered his head and spoke slowly:

“I don’t understand why you apologize to that guy.”

He raised his head and looked at his father with doubtful eyes:

“Don’t you also want to get that dojo?”

“We just…did what we should do!”

Iwakin Hanbei slowly shook his head. He put his hands behind his back, took a deep breath, and then sighed:

“No, Atsuzaya.”

“The right thing to do is to acquire that dojo in a fair and open manner through legitimate means.”

“Peaceful communication, monetary transactions, or even a duel… are all possible methods.”

“This is the spirit of Bushido.”

He looked at his son, with a vague look of disappointment in his deep eyes:

“It’s not what you do, constantly looking for trouble for others, like rats in the cracks of the wall.”

After saying that, Iwakin Hanbei turned around and continued walking forward:

“Don’t do this kind of thing again in the future.”

Moreover, Iwakin Hanbei had the idea of ​​taking possession of the dojo before Keizo inherited the dojo.

What he thought was that since the dojo was empty, he might as well communicate with the owner of the dojo, pocket it, and reuse it.

But now, since Qingzang has inherited the dojo, it is not appropriate to disturb others.

He thought and walked slowly forward.

Duzai, who was scolded again, was left behind, staring blankly at his father’s back.

“…Father?”

The pride that I held in my heart felt vaguely incomprehensible after being scolded by my father.

There are only two possibilities for being reprimanded and crushed by your dignity by the most respected person.

First, the dignity and faith that I had been holding on to collapsed, and I turned to re-establish another in-person idea.

Two words…

“…rat…?” Duzai repeated what his father said. His eyes dimmed and he slowly shook his head.

In the impression, all the appearances of the senior brothers in the kendo hall came to mind.

Everyone…it was obviously my father’s will that ran through it all the time, but in the end it turned out to be wrong?

mouse…

“No, that’s not the case.”

He raised his head and stared at his father’s back, his eyes changing subtly.

He can no longer see the pride and pride that his father had back then.

What I see is only the mentality of old age and the practice of compromise.

Bushido spirit…?

Father… you are old.

Thinking like this, Duzai slowly followed his father’s pace.

Suddenly, in the heart of this sixteen-year-old boy, there were faint cracks in the respect and solemnity for his father.

And gradually spread.

One day, this rift will become a farewell between father and son.

Or, heaven and man will never see each other again.

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The second possibility: the respect for that person disappeared in an instant.

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The entrance of Suliu Dojo.

Tap tap tap!

Qingzang’s breathing was very steady, even though he had been running all the way.

He slowly stopped, adjusted the position of the flowers in his arms, and walked toward the door of the dojo.

At this time.

clatter.

A foot wearing a woman’s clog stretched out from the dojo and stepped on the street outside.

Qing Zang’s expression was slightly startled. He noticed that something seemed to be wrong, and he quickly ran forward two steps.

At the same time, Qingzang’s wife, Lianxue’s mother, slowly walked out of the dojo.

She looked towards the left side of the dojo, the direction Keizang usually returned from.

But this time, because he met Iwakin Hanbei and his son on the road, in order to take a shortcut, Keizang climbed over the wall and came back from the right side of the dojo.

Seeing that Qingzang still showed no sign of coming back, she slowly lowered her head and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands.

Turn around and walk towards the right side of the door.

In that direction, there is a river.

There are no people around the river, it is very open and quiet.

When she felt very desperate, she would sit there for a while and look at her reflection in the river.

But this time, it happened to be that he bumped into Qingzang who had just returned.

“Wow!” She was startled and ran into the arms of Qing Zang who was holding flowers.

Qingzang is relatively tall, and he is the type who gives people the impression that “this guy is very reliable” upon meeting him.

“Huiren, what’s wrong?” Seeing the tears in the corners of his wife’s eyes, Qingzang looked down at his wife worriedly.

Huiren is Qingzang’s wife. Together with Qingzang, she runs the Suliu Dojo and stays at home for a long time to take care of their daughter, Lianxue.

Huiren turned her head slightly, not wanting her husband to see the red corners of her eyes. She gently twitched the tip of her nose and smelled the familiar scent of flowers.

The sadness in my heart instantly turned into a short-lived helplessness.

She patted Qingzang’s arm gently and took two steps back, covering up the sadness in her heart with a complaining tone:

“Really…you can only bring flowers back?”

“Although it smells good…but it can’t always be like this.”

Huiren gently moved closer to the flower.

Faced with his wife’s questions, Qingzang could only helplessly scratch the back of his head and laugh.

He really didn’t know how to make his wife happy, so he often brought some flowers back.

Girls all like flowers, he remembered what his father once said.

But this time, Qingzang faintly saw the emotions in his wife’s eyes. He lowered his brows slightly, and the smile on his face became forced for the first time.

Snap.

He gently placed his palms on his wife’s shoulders, lowered his head slightly, and pressed his forehead against his wife’s.

The two immediately looked at each other.

moment.

“Wha…what?!” Huiren was stunned for a moment, then his face turned slightly red, and he lowered his voice and shouted with some shame:

“What are you doing?! We have been married for how many years, and this is still outside. It’s so shameful!”

Huiren’s pink pupils glanced around, her face turned red from shame, and unconsciously, some of the sadness in her heart had been dissipated.

“Let me go! Quickly!”

At this time, Qingzang looked at his wife’s pink and white flower-shaped pupils, smiled and said:

“Huiren, if you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me.”

“…Okay?”

As he said that, Huiren’s expression was slightly stunned, and the hidden emotions could no longer be restrained, and the crystal tears couldn’t stop forming into lines and flowing out from the corners of his eyes.

Qing Zang stretched out his rough fingers and gently wiped his wife’s tears. He slowly closed his eyes:

“…Lianxue, you will definitely get better.”

Huiren began to sob slowly and softly. She was hugged by Qingzang. Finally, in the gap between sobs, she said softly and with a crying tone:

“…Um!”