Kithara xiuci didn''t take it seriously when he shouted and scolded outside. This is a daily situation here. Some frustrated people often get drunk, and then smash and scold all the way to vent their grievances in life - there is no proud person living here. It happens every day, and basically no one cares. Occasionally, people call the police when they see that the noise is too serious, and then the police use quilts to drag the drunk back to the public security office to sober up.

    But this time, xiuci Beiyuan thought about it, gently pushed open the door, looked into the darkness at the end of the corridor, and whispered, "Yoko?"

    "Ow, woo, woo..."

    The answer was a barking, and then the barking became a sob, as if the dog''s mouth was covered. Hideki kithara waited a little while before hearing Yoko Ono''s voice ring, "o''nissan, I''m here."

    "Haven''t your parents contacted yet?"

    Yoko Ono stood up and whispered, "I live with my mother... My mother hasn''t called back."

    Single parent families? Beiyuan xiuci couldn''t help but soften his heart. He looked at the next drunkard in the apartment. He was beating the dustbin with a wooden stick and scolded wildly from time to time. After thinking about it, he said, "it''s too late. It''s not safe outside. Come to me and wait!"

    Yoko Ono looked at Hideki kithara and the drunkard downstairs - she knew that there were several drunks living upstairs. It was almost time to get full. If she inadvertently noticed herself

    Although she is small, she knows that she doesn''t live in a good place in this area. She usually doesn''t go out when she comes home from school. Now it''s so late, and the dark outside is really scary. Looking at the sword eyebrows and stars of Beiyuan xiuci, she looks righteous. She really doesn''t look like a bad person. The two evils have the lesser right, so she hesitated to pick up her schoolbag and came over with the dog, He asked softly, "will it cause trouble to Ernest?"

    "Nothing."

    "Well... It''s troublesome for Ernest. I''ll leave after this period of time."

    Kithara xiuci smiled, opened the door wide and said, "come in!"

    "Thank you!" Yoko Ono bowed and thanked, held the mobile phone in his hand, and then slipped into the apartment next to the side, trying to make himself smile sweeter, so as not to show nervousness and caution.

    She took off her shoes at the simple entrance and noticed the movement of Xiuji kithara behind her, but found that he had just opened the door and went indoors. She was surprised and asked, "don''t you close the door, o''nissan?"

    Beiyuan xiuci looked back and smiled: "that''s it. I don''t have anything worth grabbing here." the so-called melon field doesn''t accept shoes, and Li Xia doesn''t have a positive crown. As a single man, he should avoid suspicion.

    Yoko Ono blinked and understood. His heart was slightly relaxed, and his smile on his face was much more natural. But when he came into the house with his schoolbag, he found that he accidentally brought the dog in, and immediately wanted to go out and send the dog away. And Hideki kithara had taken the corrugated box containing the books and said with a smile, "is this your dog? Put it in here first!"

    (don''t dirty your floor...)

    Yoko Ono hesitated, put baijiro in and whispered, "it''s my dog, but my mother won''t let me keep it at home, so I can only put it on the street."

    (very gentle people don''t dislike baijiro''s dirty...)

    Baijiro didn''t make trouble when he entered the carton. He scratched his front legs on the edge of the carton and shouted softly to Beiyuan Xiuji, as if he were greeting.

    Kithara xiuci took a look at it and found that it was an ordinary local dog, and its blood should be very miscellaneous. At a fierce look, she could not distinguish the dog species, but a pair of dog eyes looked very spiritual.

    Since the dog didn''t make any noise and didn''t intend to dirty the house, kithara xiuci ignored it and greeted Yoko Ono and said, "just sit down, Yoko, I don''t have anything here. There''s nothing to entertain you. I''m sorry."

    Yoko Ono bowed again politely, and sweet smiled and said, "thank you very much, o''nissan."

    Beiyuan xiuci saw that although she smiled sweetly, her hands and feet were very cramped and seemed a little uneasy. He also has this kind of experience. He has been circulating in relatives'' houses for some time and knows how to deal with it - it''s best to leave her alone and let her stay by herself. Being too enthusiastic is counterproductive.

    "Well, Yoko, I''ll read some books."

    "OK, o''nissan."

    Kithara xiuci went to the innermost part of the house and left the place near the door to Yoko Ono. Then she picked up a "little art of war" and read it, which was confirmed by the unclear marks in her mind.

    Yoko Ono felt much more comfortable when he saw kithara''s attitude. He raised his fingers at baijiro and ordered him not to quarrel. Then he knelt down carefully and didn''t even dare to breathe loudly.

    After sitting for a while, she glanced at xiuci Beiyuan and found that his attention seemed to be completely focused on the book. Without paying attention to this side, she had the courage to look at it carefully.

    The black hair is a little long for boys. It is scattered on his forehead. His facial features have a deep shadow under the light, which makes Beiyuan xiuci look a lot colder. His eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his lips were very thin, and he seemed to be thinking seriously - Yoko Ono looked at it for a while and found that he couldn''t move his eyes. It seemed that there was some magical attraction on xiuci kithara, which gave people a sense of peace and reliability. It seemed that just looking at it like this, there was a sense of happiness.

    She resisted the desire to look again and turned her eyes to the moldy tatami in the gap. She was a little strange in her heart, but she was soon relieved - he was a high school student. He must be different from the little boys she knew. This is normal. She must have seen more and more strange.

    She stayed for a while and had nothing to do. Seeing that xiuci Beiyuan didn''t care about her, she dragged through her schoolbag, quietly took out her books and began to do her homework. Soon she was immersed in learning.

    The room was silent for a moment. Only a few vague shouts came from the street outside. Baijiro stood with the box for a while and found that no one was playing with it. He had to roll in the box and began to nap.

    Xiuci Beiyuan is reading a collection of essays on swordsmanship collected by shidaoye. This book can''t be used as a skill book, but it records some interesting stories about ancient swordsmanship, which can be used to literacy for him.

    Modern Kendo generally refers to sports Kendo, which is a sport. The predecessor of Kendo is chiguoguo''s killing skill. It has been active on the battlefield for a long time.

    It is mainly divided into three schools: one knife flow, Shinto flow and Yin flow.

    The earliest recorded sword school is Zhongtiao Yidao Liu, which was founded by Zhongtiao Changxiu. Its core idea is vulgar. Some say that "cut down the enemy before the enemy cuts me down". One knife refers to killing the enemy with one knife rather than taking only one knife. Many branches have the technique of fighting with two knives, but there are no names such as two knives, three knives and four knives.

    At present, the most famous yidaoliu sect is Beichen yidaoliu. Its 43 sets of combo moves are compulsory subjects for RB police. In a sense, they are official martial arts.

    At the same time, as the first fencing school, the core spirit of one blade flow has been running through the development of Rb fencing, that is, quickly cut down the enemy to prevent yourself from being cut down, which makes RB fencing full of aggression

    Kithara xiuci slowly turned the page and confirmed the mark of fencing in his brain. He found that as described in the text, even defense in Rb fencing is to cut down the enemy, and there are countless attacks. Almost all the fighting images in his brain do not exceed 30 seconds.

    He looked at a line of words in the book and couldn''t help muttering: "if any actual combat fight lasts more than 60 seconds, the two sides must be acting... It''s really a killing skill, and the goal is really simple and clear."