The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

She couldn't remember how many times she watched it, it seemed that she was always doing such meaningless actions here.

Her surroundings did not know when it became dark, and she realized that she was in a theater when she regained consciousness. The big screen in front of her was showing the memories she had seen countless times, and in the empty theater, Just the two of them.

Jing changed into a traditional red and white shrine maiden costume, but stubbornly kept the white overcoat outside. Sitting next to her was another Hakurei shrine maiden who had appeared countless times in her memory.

She didn't know what to call him, neither Reimu nor Reimu seemed inappropriate.

The other party's face was filled with a satisfied smile, whether it was the unscrupulous Reimu in his memory who was making trouble every day, or the nightmare Reimu like a tarsus maggot, it was different.

That smile is mature yet steady, just right but contagious.

Obviously it should be like a spring breeze, but Jing felt uncomfortable with the maiden's smile from the bottom of her heart. She should have closed her eyes and rested in peace, but she still couldn't help sending her a supercilious look:

"Laugh at your sister!"

Chapter 1 Swordsman

It would be fine if I didn't meet you,

If she hadn't met you, maybe she should still be worrying about the side dishes for lunch,

If she hadn't met you, maybe she is still wandering about the days of cherry blossom viewing,

If she hadn't met you, she probably still struggles with the clothes she wears when traveling,

if there is not--

Yes, how happy she would be if she hadn't met you.

All tragedies stem from meeting you——

Of this alone, we are sure.

……

……

The bright galaxy turned into a thousand miles of blue sky in the blink of an eye, and there seemed to be ear-piercing cicadas chirping under the treetops in the forest. Heck, it’s almost winter, who knows such a long life, I’m afraid it’s not perfect.

tick-tock-

Beads of blood mixed with cold sweat rolled down on the ground, and crimson flowers bloomed. Wu Ye wiped his forehead indiscriminately, and his hands were covered with shocking blood stains. The pain made his bad mood even worse. Oops.

Damn it, if it wasn't for his body instinctively dodging backwards, the sword just now would have been enough to move his brain out to bask in the sun.

There is only one kind of swordsmanship in this world that likes to target other people's Tian Linggai in Wu Ye's memory.

"Is it off the mark... Sure enough, my swordsmanship still needs more practice."

"What stupid things are you talking about? Where is it wrong? I didn't see that I was about to die of pain."

"I wanted to chop off your head, but unfortunately I have already missed the opportunity to strike the second sword. Such a result is not considered a hit to me."

"Tsk, you bastard..."

Wu Ye grinned, given his distasteful personality, it was absolutely impossible for him to simply swallow his anger when he was slashed with a sword so suddenly.

I don't know if it's because of the inexplicably huge monster power obtained from Sheng Bailian before, the body's self-healing speed is amazingly fast, Wu Ye just had the idea of ​​​​wanting to stop the bleeding, and the wound has begun to heal slowly.

If Wu Ye didn't know what happened when he first fell under the blue sky, then after being slashed by the guy in front of him, Wu Ye felt that he could sort out most of the situation.

Although there was a cut on his forehead, blood soaked his vision, but Wu Ye was not blind yet, it was absolutely impossible for him to recognize the Bailou Sword in this bastard's hand.

Uncommon sense and common sense are two sides of the world, so the day outside corresponds to the night in Gensokyo.

The sun is shining brightly here, obviously it is not night, but it is full of spiritual power unique to the world of non-consciousness. Yes, the density of spiritual power in the air here is even thicker than that of Gensokyo.

Coupled with the Bailou sword in the hands of the guy in front of him, Wu Ye has never heard that Yaomeng is so poor that he wants to hand down the sword from the seller, and more importantly, the weird sword just now is obviously the swordsmanship of the soul master.

Wu, who was taught by the jealous old man, can also say with certainty that there is no other school in the world with that kind of weird swordsmanship.

The Bailou Sword that was supposed to be in Yaomeng's hands appeared in the hands of a stranger, and the other party naturally used the soul master's swordsmanship, plus the old man once said that the swordsmanship is not rumored, and the day here is like the outside world but has spiritual power Filled with a weird situation that is far better than Gensokyo.

In the end, combining the words of the previous priestesses, and the last time he and Meihong used the magic mallet, even though he was very unwilling to face it, Wu had to admit——

I'm afraid I don't know which strange era I've come to.

It seems that my luck is indeed not very good. I have been confronted with swords by others like this twice in a row. Could it be that I am the mastermind by nature?

The guy in front of him didn't seem to be much older than him, his neat black hair fell behind him in a bunch, the combination of the white kendo uniform and the green kendo hakama looked familiar, and he was dressed in a knee-length royal robe, with clearly tattooed With the family crest of a soul master.

Does this count as flooding the Dragon King Temple?Wu didn't think about it without entanglement.

In an instant, the cold light passed again, and this time Wu was no longer in a mess like before. Since he was prepared, he would naturally not be hit by the same guy a second time.

Especially this guy is still using his teacher's swordsmanship, even though he has never learned the soul master's swordsmanship.

But as the saying goes, if you haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig running... Uh, although it sounds a little sorry for Youmu, but the words are not rude!

"Cut over without saying a word again?! Don't look down on people! You bastard!"

The words fell out, and he didn't expect that the Gungnir that Remilia gave him would be used in such a place.

If he had met someone else, then Wu Ye might still be in for a hard fight, but if the opponent was someone from the soul family, or this kind of guy with only the Bailou sword, then he would definitely not be vain.

Why would the soul master's swordsmanship be passed on to Yaomeng's generation, and would they bring an extra Louguan sword?There is only one answer, and that is because Bailoujian is too short!

Ding!Ding ding ding!