Great World of Magic Cube

"Since I have applied for self-study, I am still idle to see your grandfather, just if you want to practice, you can be there, your grandfather is very strong."

On the way home, the mother who is driving, Hui Lizi, said to Ito Cheng, who was sitting on the car.

"Yes? Anyway, anywhere." Ito became nodded, and some did not care. Instead, I thought about it in my heart. I went to the shrine, just to learn the use of spiritual power. If I have this power, I will not use it too much, and I will prepare for the next world's travel.

"That's good, let's go back and pack your clothes, then you will stay there for a while." Ito Hiroshi said.

"Well." Ito nodded.

Then there was nothing to say, and the two returned home. According to the way, Ito was packed up with a few pieces of everyday clothes, and then took out a big bag and took the medicine for the medicated bath from the space. It was only after going downstairs to the living room and going to the shrine in the suburbs with the prepared mother Hui Lizi.

After a long and short journey, the two finally arrived at the shrine. This is a quiet hill. There are almost no buildings around 100 meters around the foot of the mountain. In the distance, some low-rise houses gradually appear. There is no such thing as a high-rise building in the city.

Step by step along the stone steps on the mountain road toward the upper shrine, the thick trees, the wide-light crown extends to the sides of the stone steps, blocking the large sunlight. Only the scattered shredded light fell to the ground, and it looked like the leaves of the light were beautiful. Without the direct sunlight, a cool feeling shrouded the whole body, as if it was away from home in the summer.

"It's a really good place." Ito Cheng is a secret.

After a long stone step, the two crossed the shrine of the shrine's mountain gate, and the gaze crossed the small square paved with the slabs behind the torii. It was a quaint building, with a preliminary estimate of a Japanese wooden tradition with a history of more than 200 years. The houses are built in accordance with a certain pattern, and it can be seen that the Ito’s shrine has a long history.

In the middle of the left side of the small square of the main building of the Tori and the shrine, a small house stands there, and the lottery is written under the eaves. Behind the hut and around the shrine are the common bamboos in Japan, shrouded in shrines, like the rest of the world.

The main hall of the shrine is facing the right side of the torii. Near the bamboo forest, there is a small land temple with only the lower legs. In the middle of the main hall, there is a thick rope with a large brass bell. This is the shrine blessing. Bells, every year during the New Year, people come here to shake the bell to report a year of peace. Below the bell is the scented tank. Finally, it is the left side of the main hall. It is an open space. In addition to planting a tree of gods used to tie the blessing rope, there is a shackled building.

The two bypassed the main shrine of the shrine, and came to the place where the shrine members lived in the back. There was a **** wearing a Japanese-style sacred robes, and the bamboo sweeping buffs of the spirited old man were sweeping the floor. In the spirit perception of Ito, although the old man in front of him is very ordinary and has no outstanding points, there is always a voice in his heart that tells himself that it is dangerous and dangerous!

"Dad." Ito Huiri said with respectful respect.

"Ah, it is Huilizi." The old man who was called Dad by Ito Hiko, Itoju Jiro smiled and nodded, and then he set his gaze on the side of Ito.

"This is? A Cheng?" Itoju Jiro asked some uncertainties. After all, except for a child, Ito was hardly coming to the shrine, so Kikujiro was not very impressed with him.

"Yes, this is A Cheng." Hui Lizi nodded and patted Ito to let him salute.

"Grandpa is good!" Ito went to the ceremony.

"Good, good." Itoju Jiro's face full of smiles, showing his psychological happiness to see Ito. After that, Ito Kijiro put the sweeper in his hand aside, and brought Huilizi and Ito into the room. After Ishio was arranged, he took Huilizi to another room to sit down.

"Is it with Acheng this time?" Kikujiro asked seriously.

"This is the case..." Hui Lizi said what happened recently and Yi Tengcheng's explanation, and then quietly waited for Kikujiro's inquiry.

"This way, I know, I will teach A Cheng." Itoju Jiro nodded and looked relaxed. I thought that it was something important for my daughter to come here with her grandson. After learning, it was only a few unrelated things that slackened.

"It’s almost a summer festival, and you are ready. This year, the government plans to use the summer festival for publicity. At that time, other shrines may be invited to compete for hosting, although the current shrines are unrealistic. Guys, but they can't care about it. After all, it's about the government's aid to the shrine in the next year." After understanding the problem of Ito, the two began to discuss the issue of the shrine.

"I know my father, I will be well prepared. Right, do you want to bring the bell and Linnai together, after all, if I am a witch, I am afraid that it will be too busy." Ito Hiko nodded and promised.

"Well, it's all family business, how can they not participate?" Itoju Jiro slammed the voice.

"Knowing Dad." Hui Lizi nodded and said.

After the two talked, they returned to the outhouse and found Ito. After Hui Lizi made a few words about Ito, this turned and left, leaving only Ishio and the old man Kikujiro.

"A Cheng, your mother said that you have recently started practicing the swordsmanship of the family." Kikujiro and Yan Yue asked.

"Yes." Ito Cheng nodded.

"Well, let's go to the dojo to see your progress, so I can teach you." Kikujiro said.

"Ok."

Ito became up and followed Ito Kijiro to the backyard of the backyard.

The dojo is very large, at least about 100 square meters, the wooden floor is smooth and bright, and the reflection is reversed. The two men wore their own equipment and took good weapons. After they had a sword ceremony, they began to confront each other. The feeling of Itoju Jiro gave it to Ito, and it was still the image of the ordinary old man.

"Ha!" Ito Cheng did not hold back, a step forward, the sword will be embarrassed.

Itoju Jiro did not move his footsteps. He just used a sword to cut it, and it was forced to retreat. However, Itoju Jiro did not pursue it, but stood still, waiting for Ito to attack, according to his words. It is to check the progress.

"Is this the gap?" Ito Cheng felt the gap from the action of the old man. Putting it into consideration, Ito Satoshi began a steady and steady attack, and used the swordsmanship of Ito’s learning in the defense of Itoju Jiro.

"嘭" With the counterattack of Itoju Jiro, Iitan’s bamboo sword was shot and the ball was opened. "Okay, come here."

"Yes." Ito Cheng gasped with his hands on his knees.

"Very good, you have completely learned the basics. Listen to your mother saying that you have learned the sword for less than a month, you can see your talent." Itoju Jiro nodded with a smile and smiled.

"The foundation doesn't have to be studied. Now we are starting to learn new things and retreat the sword." Itoju Jiro said seriously, his eyes fixed on Ito, and a huge pressure came in an instant, pressing the body of Ito Seki. It is a soft, good hanging does not directly hit the ground.

Fortunately, Ito Satoshi is not a Biyet, and both the spirit and the ** have made great progress. The teeth are pressed against the momentum of Kikujiro, and the psychological darkness "The original Ito’s old man is not that simple."

Itoju Jiro looked at his grandson who was not oppressed by his own momentum. It was an accident, followed by a smile on his face, slowly increasing the pressure...

"Damn!" Ito Cheng felt the pressure became bigger, insisted on it with willpower, and I don’t know if it was a second or a minute. The power of Ito’s martial arts suddenly became a sudden movement. One light. As the spiritual movement moves faster and faster, the pressure of self-resistance is becoming more and more comfortable, and it is not so uncomfortable.

"This is... spiritual power!" Itoju Jiro's face was shocked and looked at his grandson, speechless.

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