Zongman: I really just want to lie down!

"How is Master Qiuyu?"

Watanabe Shiro stopped what he was doing and turned his gaze back to Misaki Koshiji Qiuyu.

"Ahem... ahem, not bad, there is still a lot of room for improvement."

Hearing Watanabe Shiro's question, Misaki Koshiji Qiuyu coughed a few times with a guilty conscience.

Just then, Misaki Koshiji Qiuyu sensed that something was wrong under the tatami floor under his feet. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Ma Jianxing, do you have anything to do?"

"Qiuyu, I'm not here to see you."

The next moment, the tatami was lifted up high, and Ma Jianxing, wearing a green gown, crawled out from underneath.

In the blink of an eye, Ma Jianxing came to Watanabe Bai, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Xiaobai, you have caused me so much trouble this time."

"I didn't expect Miss Lian Hua to be so quick!"

Faced with Ma Jianxing's incoherent words, Watanabe Bai muttered thoughtfully.

"But thank you anyway."

Ma Jianxing put his hands behind his back and said with some regrets, "I didn't expect that Lian Hua would come here to find me on purpose."

Hearing what the two said, both Misakikoshiji Akiyu and Kosaka Shiyu in the corner showed surprised expressions. It was obviously the first time they heard that Ma Jianxing had a child.

"Xiaobai, do you want to learn Chinese boxing from me?"

Ma Jianxing showed a slightly vulgar smile on his face: "I heard from Lianhua that you are interested in our Chinese martial arts with a thousand-year history."

Hearing this, Watanabe Shira looked at Ma Jianxing with some suspicion.

Although this is indeed the case, he should not have said this in front of Ma Lianhua.

Just when Watanabe Shira was about to say something, he heard two whistling sounds of breaking through the air.

Watanabe Shira looked up and saw three shurikens spinning at high speed, with three completely different curves, flying accurately towards Ma Jianxing.

And the only person who could shoot these three shurikens with completely different trajectories was obviously Kosaka Shigure, who was known as a genius with swords and weapons.

"Sister Shigure, I'll mess with you!"

While saying this, Ma Jianxing moved his body slightly as if he had eyes on his back and dodged the three shurikens that attacked from different directions in an incredible posture.

"Next...it's my turn...to teach swordsmanship!"

As soon as the voice fell, Kosaka Shigure attacked again, with shurikens, darts, daggers and various other weapons in her hands, and waved them at Ma Jianxing.

"Anyway, they are all our apprentices, and it doesn't matter who teaches them. There's no need to be so serious, right?"

While dodging, Ma Jianxing said helplessly: "Sister Shigure."

Originally, because of his daughter, he wanted to train his apprentice well.

I didn't think too much about it, but I didn't expect that this move would directly anger Kosaka Shigure.

Last time, Kosaka ShigureYu was chasing him because Ma Jianxing stole her stockings.

"My class is not over yet, okay!"

Looking at the two people fighting not far away, Misakikoshi Akiyu complained speechlessly.

He just looked at the time. It was not even half a month in total. It was clearly stipulated that he would teach for two hours today and Kosaka Shigure for two hours. As for Ma Jianxing, he had already been scheduled for the day after tomorrow.

"Forget it, then you two can fight."

Misakikoshi Akiyu habitually rolled his eyes, touched his chin and said, "I also have to think about how to teach him next."

Watanabe Shiro's talent was completely beyond his expectations. It was not just as simple as a strong imitation ability, but he really mastered it.

If he was given all the martial arts he knew, there would be no problem. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Wouldn't it make his master look useless?

Besides, if he really did that, it might not be a good thing for Watanabe Shiro.

No matter what you do, you need to have a gradual process.

If you are eager for success, even if he can really learn everything and integrate it, it is easy to go astray.

0Seeking flowers[]

The guy who once learned martial arts in Liangshanpo is the best example.

After being chased by Xiangsaka Shiyu for half a quarter of an hour, Ma Jianxing smiled awkwardly, raised his hands and surrendered, and gave her the opportunity to teach Watanabe Shiro back.

Although he promised his daughter who came all the way here to find him, he didn't say that it must be now, and it would be fine if he waited for another day or two.

Of course, one of the most important reasons is based on Xiangsaka Shiyu's current attitude.

If Ma Jianxing didn't let go, Kosaka Shigure might have continued to chase him.

In a room somewhere in Liangshanpo Dojo.

Kosaka Shigure said expressionlessly: "Next... I will teach you... how to use the sword."

As soon as she finished speaking, Kosaka Shigure stretched out her hand, and a long sword appeared out of thin air in her hand.

This time she did not use the blade of the real blade behind her, but another unknown long sword hidden on her body.

"It should be the legendary weapon hiding technique, right?"

Seeing this scene, Watanabe Shiro's eyes suddenly lit up, and his face was full of curiosity.

As the name suggests, the weapon hiding technique means that no matter what kind of weapon, it can be hidden on a person's body.

For this kind of magical skill, it is the first time he has seen it in real life.

Before, it was understandable that small items such as shuriken, daggers, and throwing knives were hidden on the body, but how could the long knife be hidden on Kosaka Shigure, and it seemed that it did not affect her agile movements at all.

"Yes, this is... the art of hiding weapons."

Seeing Watanabe Shira's interested expression, Kosaka Shigure immediately raised her head and chest.

NextAt that moment, the long sword she had just held in her hand disappeared with a "rest", and reappeared with a "rest".

At the same time, as Kosaka Shigure opened her arms, more than a dozen shurikens and various weapons fell from her body. .