v2 Chapter 297： What are the famous dojos in Kyoto 1? (1/2)

The first day's work was not difficult. As Gabriel said, it was just for fun, and the two took a round in Kyoto. Basically, wherever there was fun, even the French businessman told Zhang Heng that he could After leaving, Zhang Heng could feel sneaky guys following them along the way.

However, he only received the salary of the interpreter, not including the guards, unless the small tail behind him suddenly shot at the French businessman and Zhang Heng could not get the salary behind him, otherwise he was just a follower and Zhang Heng did not ignore them. intend.

What's more, although Gabriel looks cheerful, he may not be aware that he has been followed, otherwise he will not do anything serious on this day, and he will show it to whom.

Zhang Heng has no interest in these two groups of people who have a bad idea. Gabriel will do whatever he says, and he will not ask or care about the rest. When the work is over, he will return to his rent. In the lower courtyard, I scooped water from the well and mumbled and drank.

The cold well water was the best thirst quenching drink of this era. Zhang Heng wiped his mouth with his sleeve. At this time, a small scream of shouts and the sound of wooden knife strikes came from the small dojo across the wall.

Zhang Heng remembered Xiao Qian's invitation last night, and he happened to have something to ask each other. Even though it was relatively early today, he put down the wooden scoop in his hand and came to the next door.

There is a plaque outside the main entrance of the dojo. The five characters of the letter Xiaoshan Mingliu flowed. Zhang Heng searched in the memory. There was no impression of this genre, but this is also normal. There are more than 200 genres recorded, and more are not recorded.

However, most of them were lost later, only the most famous ones passed down.

In the era of the Heisei Junkai and the young man, fewer people are still learning the sword, and the various schools have emphasized self-cultivation. The sword is no longer a killing technique.

Xiaoshan Mingxinliu, like other small genres, must eventually be submerged in the flood of history.

Zhang Heng didn't think too much and went straight into the dojo.

The first thing that catches my eye is a green grape stand covered with vines, but before the grapes mature, there are only sparse flowers and bones among the green leaves, and a maple tree is next to the grape stand. There is probably a person surrounded by the tree, and it is fenced under the tree. There are three hens. There is a small vegetable field on the right side of the chicken cage. Some green vegetables are grown in the cage.

Zhang Heng's face is a little weird. It doesn't look like a dojo at all, but looks like a small farmhouse. Fortunately, the main house after passing through the courtyard is quite regular. There is a weapon rack with bamboo swords and breastplates. The teacher's position, as well as a small wooden sign with the name of each person, are arranged in order of the teacher and the students.

The Dojo was very lively at the moment. Koyama Akane was teaching, but her students were younger, and the oldest was estimated to be only fourteen or five. The younger ones were even seven or eight. A group of children, but they are very serious in training, catching each other in pairs, wearing protective gear and wielding a knife, and Xiaoshan Qian walked through the crowd, while correcting the movements of those children, while cheering them up.

She saw Zhang Heng and nodded at the latter. After learning that Zhang Heng traveled to the West, she finally no longer regarded Zhang Heng as a rogue.

After arranging training, Akane Akane walked out of the main house and rushed to Zhang Hengdao, ”Have you come to practice your sword?”

”No, no, next I want to ask what are the famous dojos in Kyoto.” Zhang Hengdao.