The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"How many years have passed since then?"

Holding the teacup, Reimu's eyes fell on the trees in the courtyard that seemed to never grow up, and said as if talking to himself:

"Five years? Six years? Time flies really fast."

"What? Does our Miss Miko want to become a child who will never grow up? Go ask the young girl over there, maybe there will be something."

With that said, Wu Ye pointed in the direction of the Santu River.

"whispering sound."

Lingmeng glanced at Wu Ye sideways, and said angrily:

"You don't have to be so careful, I'm not as fragile as you think."

"Really? I'm worried that you'll be upset for a while and just throw a barrage enchantment on me..."

"Go! Go! Go."

Waving his hands in disgust at Wu Ye's expression that didn't seem fake, Reimu lowered his eyes, paused and then said lightly:

"Grandma hasn't been seen for so long, I don't care anymore."

Chapter 7 Conventions

"Speaking of which, Takeya doesn't know yet, right? What was the first thing I learned from Grandma?"

After eating up the dumpling and drinking the new tea, Reimu and Takeya sat on the quiet corridor, their lower legs swinging back and forth leisurely, just like when they were children.

With her hands behind her back, Reimu looked up at the sky through the clouds covered by the eaves, and the question that seemed to be a joke began to drift away with the indifferent words:

"What do you think? Boli's body technique? The magic-sealing technique? Or the use of Yin-Yang Jade?"

Reimu's question was too jumpy, and Wu Ye couldn't keep up with the unrestrained trajectory. He could only focus on the literal part, and made a drawn-out nasal sound as if thinking. He shook his head:

"not sure what it is?"

"Hee hee, you definitely wouldn't think of it if you said it."

Hyun Treasure laughed out loud, and Reimu's two little feet swayed even more joyfully:

"It's the 'spirit division technique'."

"Spirit division?"

"That's it. It's a bit troublesome to explain the principle...By the way, Takeya, you should know ninjas, right?"

"Ninja..."

heard the words.A lot of ninja-related information flashed through Wu Ye's mind, such as shuriken, ninjutsu, and tights. Cough, the last one doesn't count.

"If you're talking about ninjas from historical legends, I know."

The implication is that if there is a special kind of ninja in Gensokyo, he doesn't understand it at all.

"Haha, even if there are ninjas in Gensokyo, they are the same as the ones you know."

Lingmeng smiled and waved her hands, then said slowly:

"The so-called 'spirit splitting technique', on the surface, looks similar to the ninja's avatar technique."

"Avatar, it doesn't sound very powerful..."

Indeed, compared to those god-level abilities in Gensokyo that Takeya had seen, the avatar was extremely inconspicuous.

"You're right in saying that."

Reimu spread his hands indifferently, and did not refute Takeya's underestimation:

"Spirit division was not a skill used by humans or monsters at the beginning, but a special skill for gods."

"God?"

"Yes, the god separates a part of his body to another shrine to receive the incense through the method of splitting the spirit. Such a clone will have the ability of a part of the body and enjoy the same offerings."

Wu didn't know what Lingmeng wanted to say, but her eyes gradually drifted away, as if recalling something from a long time ago:

"The 'spiritual division technique' that my mother taught me is a skill stolen from the gods. It is basically the same as the ninja clone. The only difference is that the clone created by the spiritual division technique can exist forever."

"Hey, that's right."

Wu also responded in a timely manner, treating Reimu's words as a chat after dinner, she didn't care too much, and still said to herself:

"In the beginning, my grandmother taught me many moves passed down from generation to generation at Hakurei Shrine, including techniques and body techniques, but she never made any demands on me. Just like her personality, she learned good or bad It’s all optional.”

Speaking of this, Reimu seemed to be recalling the worrying personality of the previous generation of priestesses, a trace of helplessness appeared on the corner of his mouth, but it was quickly replaced by bitterness:

"However, she asked me to keep practicing every day until I mastered it completely."

"Huh? Why are you so obsessed with this...not a very strong skill?"

"Yeah, why, I didn't know at all at that time, but then I knew."

Lingmeng's eyes were slightly closed, and the smile on her face gradually faded:

"On the day when I thoroughly mastered the 'spirit division technique', I finally realized that the grandmother who was with us has always been a 'spirit division technique'."

"……Eh?"