The main Hokage man will only hinder my speed in making hand seals

In the not-so-dense woods, if you follow the path, you will find a river.

There are open plains on both sides of the river, with several huge rocks placed in irregular patterns.

The huge drop in the cliff formed a waterfall, and Xuan Mi was carrying out his daily meditation practice while being washed by the water falling from a high altitude.

Estimating that today's meditation time had reached the target, Xuan Mi left the waterfall.

He waded across the river and walked towards the shore where his clothes were stored.

"You are practicing very seriously, Xuanmi." An untimely compliment came from his side.

Hearing someone calling his name, Xuan Mi turned around subconsciously, and then saw Qinghe sitting on a big rock.

"You? How did you find you?!" Xuan Mi's voice couldn't hide the surprise.

This is the residence and training ground of the Rock Pillar, a secret place of the Demon Slayer Corps! How did she find this place?

Qinghe didn't understand. Was this a very secluded place? She also didn't see any warning signs saying "No outsiders allowed" nearby.

She answered Xuan Mi very honestly: "I was just wandering around, and came up along the path, and I came to say hello to you."

While she was strolling, she saw Xuan Mi meditating under the waterfall, so she waited by the side to say hello to him.

"Ah???" Xuan Mi was even more shocked. How could she have walked here from such a remote place?

He raised his doubts from the bottom of his heart: "You are not a wild man who grew up in the deep mountains and forests, why do you always wander around in the wild?"

"If Xuan Mi who is practicing under the waterfall in the wild is not a wild monkey, then I think I should not be one either." Qinghe retorted.

What do you mean by always? He had only met her twice in the wild.

A gust of wind blew through the forest, accelerating the loss of heat from the wet skin. Xuan Mi suddenly realized that he was not wearing any clothes yet...

He quickly returned to the shore and hurriedly put on his clothes: "Idiot, how long are you going to see? Go away!"

The more anxious I got, the more confused it became, as if the collar and sleeves were misaligned.

"Don't you wipe it first? Your clothes will get wet." Qinghe kindly reminded that wet clothes would be very uncomfortable sticking to the body.

Why does he look so anxious? His face has turned red.

"It's so noisy. None of my business!" Rather than hearing concern, Xuan Mi hoped that she would look away quickly.

As he continued to break through the defense, his tone became more and more fierce: "Get away from me now! Do you believe I will beat you up?"

"Okay, okay, I won't look at you, okay?" Qinghe said perfunctorily, covered his eyes with his hands, and turned his back on the big rock.

She kept complaining to Xuan Mi, "You're so rude. I even stayed to say hello to you."

"No, need!" Xuan Mi refused with gritted teeth.

Qinghe had just calmed down for a while when she began to tease him with a long tone: "Are you done yet? Xuanya is so slow..."

"Don't rush me, you bastard!"

Feeling the sight behind him disappear, Xuan Mi hurriedly put on his clothes. After his body was covered, the shame finally disappeared a little.

He walked to Qinghe's side and waited for her explanation: "..."

The river roared, but no one spoke.

Xuan Mi looked viciously at Qinghe, whose attention had been distracted by the fallen leaves in the wind, on the big rock. The string called rationality in his mind was about to break.

"Hey! Why don't you say anything?"

What on earth was she doing here? How infuriating! Xuan Mi wanted to get angry, but his intuition told him that he'd better not act impulsively.

Qinghe let go of the fallen leaves he had just caught and looked at Xuanya blankly.

She just happened to see him while she was strolling around, so she came to say hello to him. She had already said that at the beginning.

He wanted to hear what else she had to say, Good afternoon?

Qinghe looked Xuanya up and down and began to think seriously.

His coat was open, and the black lining inside was originally slim-fitting. After getting wet, it stuck even more tightly to his skin, outlining the lines of his muscles.

Xuan Mi was silent for a moment, but still couldn't help but said, "...Why don't you say something?"

The fact that she didn't say a word made him look like a fool, and where was she looking?

In order not to be at a disadvantage, Xuan Mi pretended to be calm and straightened his body.

“?” Qinghe didn’t quite understand. Was Xuanmi posing?

She suddenly realized, she jumped down from the stone, and then patted Xuan Mi's forearm: "Your muscles are well trained, good review."

If it's too exaggerated, it will be disgusting. It's just right like this. It looks powerful but not abrupt.

What is she talking about?! Xuan Mi's face instantly turned red, and his brain completely shut down. He pointed at Qinghe but couldn't think of a word for a long time.

"But I won't be responsible, no matter how beautiful it is." Qinghe said loudly, revealing rejection from her whole body.

"Idiot! Shut up!" Xuan Mi covered her voice with his loudest voice.

What kind of lewd words did she say in this place of Buddhist meditation?!

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Xuan Mi didn't care that his lining was wet and immediately wrapped his coat tightly.

Qinghe felt that there was nothing difficult to understand in what he said, right?

But seeing Xuan Mi's incredulous look, she reiterated: "Believe me, it's really great."

Xuan Mi's muscles are very standard. If he plans to die in the near future, I wonder if he would be willing to give his body to her as a specimen?

"Who cares about this? Are you here to get beaten?" Xuan Mi's face was so red that it was almost smoking.

"You had to ask."

Qinghe said that he just came over to say hello, but he was the one who kept asking questions.

Xuan Mi's brain froze and restarted, and his language system began to become confused: "If you keep talking, I will kill you! I will kill you today!"

"Really? That's scary." Qinghe's expression didn't change at all.

No matter how dumb Xuan Mi was, he should have realized that Qinghe was just making fun of him.

He slapped his forehead with his palm. It was so embarrassing to be teased by a little kid.

Xuan Mi felt that if Qinghe continued to play, he would have no chance of success today, so he started talking about other topics: "I say, didn't you go to the Eternal Paradise Sect before?"

"Is that Son of God really that magical?" Although Xuan Mi thought it was an exaggeration, he was still a little curious.

When mentioning that inexplicable place, Qinghe showed some disgust on his face.

Seeing that Qinghe didn't answer, Xuanya guessed, "It's fake."

Xuan Mi squatted aside and took out today's lunch from the lunch box. He glanced at Qinghe and handed the lunch box to her.

"Hey, there are rice balls, do you want some?"

Qinghe took a look, then reached out and took one: "Thank you~"

"That cult leader is a cannibal. The place he lives in is smelly and noisy."

Haruka originally planned to find Douma and ask him where the Demon King was, but unfortunately he had moved away early.

The fog that was sent out for reconnaissance did not reveal any valuable information for a while, so Qinghe wandered around.

Xuan Mi just picked up a rice ball and took a bite, chewing, chewing, what did she say?

"Ghost?" He stood up suddenly and his expression became serious.

"He's already run away, and Xuan Mi can't beat him, don't get excited."

Xuan Mi couldn't tolerate the fact that strength was used as an excuse, so he ignored the warning from his instinct and glared at Qinghe fiercely.

"Say it again, who can beat who?"

"You can't beat him." Qinghe knew that this was a bit difficult for a strong-willed boy to accept.

But it’s the same no matter how many times you say it. After all, although Xuan Mi looks tall, he can only be said to be a more powerful person among ordinary people.

He didn't seem to have the talent to be a swordsman, and he couldn't even change the color of the Nichirin Sword.

"You are really here to cause trouble for me!"

The veins on Xuan Mi's forehead twitched. The tone of her voice was so irritating!

He clenched his fists, intending to give Qinghe a big bump on the head so that she would think clearly about how to speak properly.

However, before his fist could touch her, she grabbed his wrist.

His body seemed to be flying, the world was spinning, and it was not until his back hit the ground that Xuan Mi reacted.

Xuan Mi: “???” What’s wrong? She just threw him away with one hand?

A tiny person, about the same height as his thigh, threw him out? !

Xuan Mi calmed down. He held his waist and sat up: "Be gentler next time. It hurts, bastard."

His back was burning with pain, and his arm was dislocated when he was thrown away.

Xuan Mi endured the pain and reattached his arm. He complained to Qinghe: "You were as ruthless as a ghost."

He couldn't win the argument, and he couldn't fight either. He felt that even when he was persuaded to retreat by the Demon Slayer Corps, he had never felt as aggrieved as he did today.

What on earth is this guy here for? Is he here to defeat him?