Pirate: Crazy Devil Vic

Koushiro did not pursue the matter, but said:

"I see that they have very good talents and train very hard. Don't they get funding from the dojo?

If it is as you guessed, wouldn't it be more convenient to directly accept funding from the dojo instead of relying on that method to obtain money? "

Hidemi was a little surprised. The support Koushiro mentioned here was not just an ordinary accommodation, providing meals and exempting tuition fees.

It is an investment in the true sense, cultivated for your own use.

In fact, Xiu Shi couldn't figure this out, he said doubtfully:

“I actually revealed this a little bit before, but they didn’t seem keen on it.

I also offered that they could live in the ashram, but they didn't accept it. Vic said that their money was enough for now.

This is really strange!Is it really not him? "

Koushiro pondered for a moment and came to a conclusion:

"It should be that he is not wrong, but the reason is not as you guessed, there may be some ulterior motives.

Speaking of which, Kuina didn't have any close friends in the dojo, and she was also very lonely.

I worked harder after they came, did I feel pressure..."

Xiu Shi was still a little worried, he said hesitantly:

"Teacher Koushiro, but Kuina is still so young, and she is a girl. She doesn't know that people's hearts are sinister, so it is really dangerous."

Koushiro thought for a while, did not refute, nodded and said with a smile:

"Your worries are reasonable. I will pay attention to it. Speaking of which, I should give a lecture in a few days. Let's talk about that this time."

Xiushi smiled with some understanding and helplessness.

"Teacher, we finally have to talk about that again. But among this group of disciples, there seems to be no one with that kind of qualification."

Koushiro regained his smile and said meaningfully to Hidemi:

"Xiu Shi, you can't just look at the surface.

Some people have weapons in their hands, and some people have swords hidden in their chests.

I don't have the ability to look directly into other people's hearts, and I don't know if any of them have that kind of talent.But if you don’t give it a try, how can you activate the blade in your chest? "

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It was a bright spring day, and it was the day when Koushiro was giving lectures.

The disciples of Yixin Dojo were not in a hurry to train. They had breakfast early in the morning and gathered in the courtyard.

Koushiro is a very kind person, and everyone does not need to be ranked in order of age or seniority.

You can spend time with good friends in twos and threes, as long as you sit neatly in a circle facing the lecture hall.

Vic and others also arrived early in the morning.

Guina no longer sat with the adult disciples, but was with Vic and sat next to Fury.

Everyone waited quietly when they were ready.

At this time Koushiro was already in the room in the middle of the courtyard.

The door of the house was open, and he looked out from inside the house, almost able to take in everything.

The light in the house was very bright. Koushiro stood up, walked out of the house, and sat on his knees on the steps of the porch in front of the house.

He was wearing a formal gray kimono today, unlike the usual mid-length training clothes, with a belt around his waist.

Instead, it is a loose long and wide dress, which looks solemn and elegant.

There is also a knife on his waist.

The handle and scabbard are white, simple and plain, which is exactly the word "Wado" that is one of the 21 craftsmanship of the great sword.

After a while, Mr. Hidemi, the assistant, walked up to Koushiro.

He stood on the steps and instead of announcing the class as usual, he shouted:

"Disciples, salute!"

Although everyone was surprised, they all hurriedly stood up and bowed deeply to Teacher Koushiro who was sitting solemnly in front of him.

After the ceremony, they knelt down neatly.

Vic felt a little excited.

Because the relationship between the dojo and its disciples is actually very subtle, a bit transactional, and looks like an interest class in the previous life.

Normally, Koushiro does not need to salute like this when giving lectures.

This formal etiquette is suitable for the master-disciple relationship where spiritual insights and key points of knowledge are to be imparted, but it is not a formal apprenticeship.

In other words, today Koushiro no longer teaches ordinary basic knowledge and swordsmanship applications as before, but truly teaches everyone the art of swordsmanship.

Some students who have been in the dojo for a long time may have heard similar lessons.

But it was the first time that most of the disciples were taught the knowledge of swordsmanship.

Therefore, his expression was serious and solemn, with a slight excitement and eagerness to try.

Koushiro accepted everyone's courtesy from above, smiled and nodded slightly, indicating to everyone that he was about to start.

"What is Kendo? Is it just a skill that allows one to defeat others? Is it a means to increase strength?

If you only limit yourself to "technique" and "skills", you will never be able to touch the edge of "Tao". "

At this time, Koushiro no longer had his usual gentle smile, but looked serious and glanced at the audience with a look of disdain.

“Kendo is not a killing technique, but it is often used to kill people.

Sword training is not only about improving the level of swordsmanship, but also a kind of mental training. In the battle, what the two sides really compete with is their inner strength.

The first thing is to get rid of the attachment, that is, the mind is nowhere to be found. When facing the enemy, it is impossible to place the mind anywhere. The mind is not placed in all spaces and all places. The mind is not in one place.

In the long-term boring and monotonous training, you can hone your skills and develop strong willpower, concentration and enterprising character, as well as keen judgment and calm and confident attitude.

Have a heart that has no place to stop, a natural heart, a courageous heart, a normal heart, pay attention to everything, give up attachment, give up hesitation, draw the sword without pursuing it, forget everything, ignore life and death, just draw the sword.

Only by having an unintentional heart, and living and dying as one, can we survive in death. "

"The sword follows his hand, his hand follows his heart. The heart follows the Dharma, and the Dharma follows the spirit. The mind is focused and the will is concentrated. When the hand forgets the heart, the heart forgets the Dharma, and the Dharma forgets the spirit. This is the mystery, silent, colorless and intransigent. time."

"The way of sword is the way to grow in life."

Koushiro stopped and looked around at the disciples.

Some of the people below frowned and thought hard.

Some scratched their heads.

Some people looked confused.

Some were already looking around, impatient to hear these incomprehensible things.

Rao Shiwei had received a good systematic education in his previous life and considered himself to be more self-taught than those present.

He has excellent comprehension and logical analysis skills, but he still sounds confused at this time.

I know what it means, but I don't know.

I don’t know anything about the part I don’t understand. I don’t understand this heart or that heart.

Vic bets that this definitely involves something similar to Zen in previous lives.

This kind of divine way involves spiritual things.

Unless you are born with a very high level of understanding in this area, you will have to be immersed in it for many years and have the guidance of a famous teacher to understand it.

This is not about preaching and solving doubts. This is about bullying people in a field that no one understands.

I looked at the people next to me, and they were worse than Vic.

A Jin had a cold face and looked like he was listening attentively, but Vic could see that he was already distracted.

Fury pretended to be deep in thought, his eyes wandering around.

He accidentally bumped into Vic, and he quickly looked away and sat upright.

Barritt's eyes were blank.

The whole person looked dull and lifeless, and was completely stunned.

Let’s look at the little genius Guina who is less than nine years old.

At this time, he was frowning and staring at the ground.

He bit his lip from time to time and held the handle of the bamboo knife tightly with his hands unconsciously.

He looked full of bitterness and hatred.