On the side of Hema, he ran to the yard after dinner and studied the "water-adding" in the yard.

The so-called water addition is a piece of bamboo tube, which is fixed in the middle with a bracket, and the opening is usually slanted upwards, and then water continues to flow into the bamboo tube.

When the water reaches a certain level, the bamboo tube will turn upside down and make a sound on the stone.

Yes, it is the kind of "knock" sound that must be there when it comes to the courtyard of a mansion in Japanese dramas.

The Japanese believe that this thing can reflect Zen, so there must be this thing in high-end courtyards.

Zen, when I hear this, I feel very ritual, right?

So Hema planned to repair this water-adding, and he felt that this might bring some enhancement during practice.

I studied the bamboo tube with Ma Xian and found that the thing should not even be considered a mechanical device. It was extremely simple. As long as water kept dripping in, it could resume operation.

He Ma looked at the device responsible for dripping water into the water, and then found that there was a water pipe hidden in the thing. It should be said that it was strange that there was no water pipe.

He Ma followed the water pipe and found the water inlet in the already dry pond.

He found a stick and inserted it into the water inlet, stirred it up and found that there should be something like leaves inside.

It seems that there is a small pump buried underground next to the pond, pumping the water up and dripping into the water.

Hema began to look for a repair port leading to the pump. There must be a repair port, otherwise what if the pump breaks down?

"Brother, what are you doing?" Chiyoko's voice came from behind.

Hema looked up and replied, "I want to restore the operation of water."

Chiyoko raised her eyebrows: "Now? Are we going to sell the dojo?"

He and the horse were speechless.

I'm going to sell it, but I can't sell it now.

Chiyoko continued: "Also, this thing has been broken for a long time, and if you want to repair it, you may have to change the pump. We don't have such spare money now."

He Ma naturally knew that there was no such spare money, so he just wanted to try to see if he could repair it.

"Wait," he suddenly noticed the message conveyed in Chiyoko's words, "Do you know the pump is broken?"

"I know, dad always wants to fix it. Brother, have you forgotten?"

After Chiyoko said this, Kama also remembered it. It seemed that the scene where Kiryu's father was busy repairing the pump.

Without Chiyoko's stimulation, he might not be able to remember this for a while.

Since I remembered the scene of Kiryu's father repairing the pump, I also remembered where the repair port was.

He walked to an area beside the dry pond, stepped hard twice, and confirmed that it was hollow below. Then he used his feet to push away the cherry blossom petals piled on the ground, so that the lid of the repair port would be exposed to the light of the day again.

Chiyoko: "Do you want to open the cover? I'll get the key."

As she said that, she put the refreshment and tea she was holding onto the ground and turned back into the room.

A moment later, she came over with a large key ring with a row of keys hanging, and in her other hand she also held a long strip of objects wrapped in cloth.

He Ma asked curiously: "What is that?"

Chiyoko: "I don't know. When I went to get the key, I saw this thing in the warehouse. It should have been kept in it for a long time, so I took it out...just looking at the shape and touch, I think it is..."

Chiyoko was confused, but there was a lot of dust, which made her cough so much that she couldn't finish her words.

Kazumaki took the long strip of things from Chiyoko right away.

It feels like a bundle of bamboo knives.

He Ma put the things on the ground, but it caused another dust to force him to lie back and hide for a while.

Then untied the rope with Mamali and opened the dusty cloth bag.

"Mujian..." He Ma pulled out one and took it in his hand to observe it.

Obviously, this wooden knife has been used for a long time, and you can even see the marks left by the sweat of the person holding the knife's hands being soaked in the wood for a long time.

Chiyoko: "I miss you so much. It was because my grandfather was still alive when he was still alive. My brother should have practiced it with a wooden knife when he was a child, right?"

As soon as Chiyoko said that, he thought of the corresponding memory in his mind and it automatically played in his mind.

The picture is still a five-year-old kid, holding a wooden knife for adults, and posing in the middle of the cherry blossom tree, which is still moving. This is practicing.

Grandpa Kiryu was wearing a black kimono, looking like the old man in the Okawa drama. He looked at the young Kama seriously with his hands in his chest.

On the edge next to it, a petite woman sat on the edge of the edge, her feet naturally hang down, and she was still holding a baby in her arms, and she should be Chiyoko.

Chiyoko: "I started to learn kendo. After my grandfather passed away, my father led the reform of the dojo, replaced the wooden knife with bamboo knife, and the course was changed to the more popular competitive kendo. As a result, many students from my grandfather said, "This is obviously an ancient dojo, we are here to learn to draw swords and cut tree stumps, not to learn the soft sissy competitive kendo!"

"Then they left one by one."

He Ma looked at the wooden knife in his hand and was called the model knife.

Chiyoko: "It turns out that my father still retained the wooden knife."

"Well, fortunately he kept the wooden knife. If Ji Dao comes again, we can use the wooden knife to flatten them." He and Mart paused.

"Well, I also think this may be just taken out by a wooden knife. Will it still have a conflict with Ji Dao later, brother?"

Chiyoko looked worried: "Is calling the police really useless?"

"You are still saying this." He Ma shrugged, "You can't say it's useless, at least there are policemen who are pressing down, and the wise men have to talk about some rules. They can't be completely forced. However, some self-protection ability is better than none, and wooden swords are better than bamboo swords... Wait, since we were once the ancient Taoist temple, don't we have real swords?"

Chiyoko: "It used to be, but then grandpa sold his treasured famous swords to make up some money. As for the swords used in the dojo practice, I remember my dad actually dealt with them all because they were much more valuable than wooden swords."

It sounds like the Kiryu family's dojo has been declining since grandpa's generation.

Sure enough, it’s not a day when the ice is frozen.

He Ma held the wooden knife, waved it a few times, and then said to Chiyoko: "Chioniko, you have never received training in using the wooden knife, right?"

"Well, I've used a bamboo knife since I started practicing."

"Then come here and I'll teach you. If something happens, I'm afraid you still need to look at my brother's back."

Last time she beat Heita Nishiyama, Chiyoko also played a lot of roles. Although she still called for aiming according to the rules of Kendo when she made a move, she was quite immature, but after all, she knocked off the knife that might have stabbed Hema in Hita Nishiyama's hand.

Chiyoko looked very happy, and took off her slippers and ran down from the edge, stepping on the soil in the yard.

"Let's change the slippers you use in the yard." He Ma complained, "Come here, stand here, hold a wooden knife."

Next, I carefully guide Chiyoko's key points to using wooden knife with Ma.
Chapter completed!