When Chen Xing took a shower, the servant ironed his clothes.

The custom-made Hayao and the embroidery flower were a birthday gift given to him by his mother last year, but he failed to receive it again today. Because after his mother passed away, no one remembered his birthday anymore.

"Chenxun, come here quickly." Suzuki Tomoko's gentle voice came, and she saw him on the stairs at a glance.

Chen Xing walked over and sat next to the long table. Whether it was his formal dress or his vague sorrow in his expression, they were incompatible with the joyful atmosphere at the moment.

On the small shoulders, a warm and soft palm fell, and it was Suzuki Tomoko gently pinched it. She smiled and said that no matter how sad the past was, it always had to pass, and she always had to look forward with the heart of a young man. If you miss it, then you should carry your efforts to move forward, which is for yourself to live and to make the deceased people feel at ease.

Chen Xing looked up a little lost and saw the gentle face and the beauty mole under the corner of her left eye. The dazzling light became hazy.

"Today is also Chen Xing's birthday, right?" Suzuki Tomoko suddenly said.

Chen Xing was stunned for a moment.

"It seems so."

"How did you know?"

"Guess." Suzuki Tomoko blinked and pushed the cake cut from the plate over.

Chen Xing lowered his head and pursed his lips.

"I'll grow up after eating the cake." Suzuki Tomoko rubbed his hair gently.

"Well..." Chen Xing nodded, but for some reason, his hand that he would not shake when holding a wooden knife was holding, but at this time he was just pinching a small plastic fork but trembled a little.

In his sight, a tissue was handed over. He raised his eyes and found Suzuki Yuanko. When she saw him looking over, she deliberately grinned her white teeth.

"Thank you." Chen Xing took it.

On the other side, the Suzuki brothers clinked glasses, neither of them spoke, but just looked at the junior in front of them, with peace and expectation in their eyes.

After a meal.

Sister Suzuki was coaxed to sleep by the servants.

When Tomoko Suzuki thought she would have an additional adopted boy at home, Jiroki Suzuki coughed and said, "I want to send him to Master Chijin."

"Master Tomoma?" Suzuki Shiro was a little surprised.

"Want to send this child away?" Suzuki Tomoko was concerned about the other side.

"Yes, I hope he can practice under the guidance of Master Tsuma." Suzuki Jiroki said.

"But what about his studies?" Suzuki Tomoko said worriedly.

"Master Tomoto is well-versed in history, so don't worry about this at all." Suzuki Jiroyoshi waved his hand.

Chenyu felt the long-lost care from Tomoko Suzuki, and then he raised his head and smiled at her.

He is the last person in the Tufang family. Even if he is not valued, he should have the responsibility of a man.

In this way, the next day, Tuya Kazuki took Suzuki Jiroki's car to Haruranji Temple.

...

After a rain last night, it was a rare sunny day.

Qinglan Temple is located in Mika Town. It is a temple dedicated to incense, but it is not very famous and few people come to burn incense on weekdays.

Master Tomoma is an old friend of Jiroki Suzuki and lives in seclusion here.

It was noon, and the weather was fresh, and the hanging curtains swayed in the wind. Occasionally, the sound of wind was passing through the corridor. There was a small table, and three people sat upright by the table.

"It turns out that he is the descendant of the Tufang family." Master Zhizhen poured tea to the two of them in front of him.

Jiroki Suzuki carefully touched the teacup, "Yes, I want this child to practice with you."

"You look up to me, I don't understand kendo." Master Zhizhen chuckled, "And only they know how to awaken the bloodline of the Tufang family."

Chen Xing is also watching him.

This is a kind-hearted old monk, about sixty or seventy years old, with two white eyebrows hanging down on his cheeks, wearing a simple earth-colored monk's robe. His body does not look strong, but his face is rosy, energetic, and very healthy.

Judging from his well-maintained palms, he really doesn't look like a kendo person.

"You are humble and practice is not just kendo." said Jiroki Suzuki.

Master Zhizhen smiled and looked at Chen Xing with a kind face, "Child, do you want to practice with me?"

Chen Xing thought about it and looked at him with doubt.

"I don't know much about Jiandao, I just understand the practice a little bit. Hiss... the sound of the wind disturbs people." Master Zhizhen said, waved his hand to the side.

A little further away, the curtains blowing in the wind on the corridor seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and half of them floated to the ground.

"Sword Qi?!" Chen Xing's eyes widened.

Jiroki Suzuki was also amazed, "I didn't expect that after several years, I will finally see the master taking action again."

"Do you want to learn?" Master Zhizhen looked at Chen Xing.

Chen Xing nodded seriously, "I want to learn."

Master Zhizhen smiled slightly and silenced while drinking tea.

With a buckle of the palm of the hand under the table, the remote control of the operating mechanism slid into the sleeve...

...

When Chen was happy to stay in Haruya Temple to practice, Jiroki Suzuki breathed a sigh of relief. Although Master Tomoshima did not agree to accept disciples, he agreed to teach the teaching of practice.

A considerable amount of incense money was naturally worth the master's card.

The amount was obviously pleasant. Master Zhizhen excitedly performed another "sword energy", which made the fool stunned.

One thought he had met a hermit master with enthusiasm, and the other was willing to pay money happily.

"I will call Master Chijin's card for every month's living expenses in the future." Jiroki Suzuki said before leaving, "Cherish the opportunity and study hard, and the road ahead is still long."

Chen Xing watched him walk away, and the gate of the temple isolated his back.

Master Zhizhen stood under the eaves, stroking his beard without saying a word.

"Master, why don't I get to be a disciple? Because I have too low talent?" Chen Xing asked.

"You and I have no chance." Master Zhizhen said.

If you accept disciples and get a kid, how can you feel relaxed when you look at your child?

...

“Master, what do we learn in the first lesson?”

Chen Xing had already changed into a monk's robes as a little novice monk, and his face was firm.

He was already sure that this master was a master of kendo. His earlier contempt had long been eliminated, and he only thought that he could learn some skills.

Master Zhizhen was holding his mobile phone to read the text message and counting the balance. When he heard this, he put away his phone calmly.

"So anxious?" He coughed lightly and stood up, "Follow me."

Chen Xing took a deep breath and followed him step by step.

There is a small pond behind the temple, and the two of them stand by bluestone slabs.

"Sword, but 'qi' and 'intention', you have seen qi before, but now it is yi." Master Zhizhen said, his eyes suddenly sharp and his white eyebrows raised slightly.

Chen Xing watched without blinking, and his breathing became tighter subconsciously.

In an instant, the originally quiet pond suddenly started to wind, and the waves of water rippled into whirlpools, as if there was a fierce harsh hidden beside it, and the water was disturbed and moved.

But for a moment, the water waves were not stirred.

Chen Xing opened his mouth and was inexplicably surprised.

Master Zhizhen was very satisfied with his expression, and his tone was a little sigh and tired, "I'm still old."

"This..." Chen Xing murmured.

"This is the 'intention', the intention is shocked, understand?" asked Master Zhizhen.

Chen Xing nodded subconsciously and shook his head again.

"The understanding is so bad!" Master Zhizhen snorted and left with his sleeves.
Chapter completed!