Don't suffer the fate of Lao Tzu's family! [Master Ghost Extermination]

The Purgatory family is a magical family.

When I saw the portraits of the previous Patriarchs of the Purgatory House, my first thought was the owl of Yishui.

Several generations in succession have grown into a mold carved out of it.

When I saw Cang Shoulang, Yan Shoulang's eight-year-old son, I knew it was Yan Shoulang's legendary eight-year-old son.

The grass and trees in the courtyard are verdant, and the morning dew slides down the outline of the branches and leaves of the plants, and the air is full of dew mixed with the smell of green grass.

In the hazy morning light, I saw a little owl holding a wooden knife in both hands and doing knife swing training.

The sun was not very strong in the morning, but Cang Shoulang was already sweating profusely, but his hands kept moving. The little child was holding the handle of the knife with both hands, reading numbers in his mouth.

I knew it was Cang Shoulang counting the number of times he swung his sword.

I sat on the promenade, with my chin propped on one hand, watching the children in the courtyard splashing sweat in the sun.

Cang Shoulang suddenly stopped, turned around and wanted to wipe the sweat off his face with a towel, but the towel had already been handed to his cheek.

The little owl took the towel and said loudly: "Thank you very much!"

It sounded like his father's.

"You're welcome," I said.

Cang Shoulang was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized, "You are... ah! The woman beside the swordsman that my father brought back yesterday!"

Let me go, what the hell is that long string of prefixes?

I'm also a new member of the Ghost Killing Squad, but I don't deserve a name?

I told the little owl with a straight face, "I am Song."

"Good day, Miss Song!" The little owl smiled vigorously and spoke as loudly as his father.

Come on, this owl is a kind of person like his father, but I can't do anything with this kind of person.

"Are you practicing swinging a knife?" I asked.

"Yes!" Cang Shoulang replied loudly, "I want to become an excellent swordsman like my father and become a member of the Demon Slayer Team, so I must work hard to learn kendo!"

The purgatory family has a close relationship with the ghost killing team for generations. In addition to having the sword skills passed down from generation to generation, they are almost engaged in the business of killing ghosts. I know this from Yan Shoulang. This little owl inherited his father at a young age. The will of the cause does not surprise me.

After all, not everyone is like me, who doesn't want to inherit his father's Laoshizi style of swordsmanship, although in the end, he was forced to inherit it by his own father.

"Is Miss Ge a member of the Ghost Slayer Squad?" Cang Shoulang asked me.

"Yes." I replied, adding at the end, "I just joined yesterday."

"It's really enviable." Cang Shoulang blinked his father's bright eyes.

"Being able to join the ghost killing team, Miss Ge must be very comparable!" Cang Shoulang stared at the stars, "What is Miss Song good at?"

"I'm good at... knives."

This kid is really just like his father, his heart is like an everlasting fire, and the enthusiasm in his heart seems to never go out.

It's great that the son resembles the father.

"Alas—" Cang Shoulang was a little surprised, "Is Miss Ge good at using knives?"

The corners of my mouth curled up, "Don't you believe it?"

In the minds of most men, women are weak creatures. I used to be regarded as an outlier among women because of my knife and ninjutsu skills that are stronger than most men. Some guys can’t beat me so I’m a woman To ridicule me at this point, without exception, I beat them to the point where I didn't even know my mother.Of course, forget about those who can’t go home, because they don’t even have the chance to go home and see their parents.

The two men in the purgatory family did not show disdain for women like those people, but the concept of "women are vulnerable groups that need protection" is deeply rooted in their hearts.

"No, no!" Little Owl quickly waved his hand, "I'm just shocked, Miss Song looks like..."

"It's not like a person holding a knife." I finished the rest of the sentence for him, "Don't judge a person just by their appearance, Mr. Cangshou."

The peaceful life of the past ten years has smoothed my edges and corners. I used to be sharp, like a murderous knife without a scabbard. In the past few years, I have carried a hoe to the ground and lived a life of salted fish, eating and sleeping. On the contrary, it made me start to restrain myself.

"It turns out that I am narrow-minded!" Cang Shoulang said loudly.

"Then... since you are a senior, can Miss Ge teach me?" Cang Shoulang said.

I froze for a moment, thinking that the other party really accepted it quickly.

"Very happy," I said.

So the two of us practiced against each other in the courtyard with a wooden knife, and Cang Shoulang practiced against me with the wooden knife in his hand seriously.

The child is still young, and his sword skills are too immature. The wooden knife in his hand was picked up by me within a few times, but the opponent still picked up the wooden knife tirelessly and confronted me.

I have also served as a teacher in ethnology before. During the war years, we always used the most severe way to train children, not only to improve the completion rate of tasks, but also to improve the survival rate of children.

After Konoha built the village, I no longer participated in high-level affairs. I went to the ninja school to teach taijutsu for a period of time. The students who passed my hands had no other characteristics, except that they were particularly good at taijutsu and being beaten. At that time, there was a legend in the ninja school that "the devil Uchiha teacher who taught taijutsu in the ninja school", until the students graduated and officially became ninjas, they still had lingering fears.

So Cang Shoulang was beaten by me to doubt his life.

After flying the knife in Cang Shoulang's hand for the last time, the little owl finally sat down on the ground, looking at the sky with loveless eyes.

"The wrist is not strong enough, the lower body is unstable, and the flexibility of the wrist is not enough." After picking up the wooden knife in Cang Shoulang's hand, I put away the wooden knife facing him. The point, your wrist flexibility, is terrible."

The little owl was even more unlovable, then lowered his head, took a deep breath and gave me a soil seat, which was exactly the same as his father's soil seat ten years ago.

"I'm very sorry! Miss Ge, no, Senior Song!" The owl's voice resounded throughout the courtyard, and I was stunned by his humble seat.

WTF?

"I actually underestimated Senior Ge's sword skills! It's so rude!" The little owl still maintained the action of Dogeza, "I benefited a lot from the discussion with senior today! If you have time in the future, senior, can you teach me? "

I:"……"

Sure enough, I have nothing to do with the Purgatory Family.

"Okay, you get up first..."

I'm guilty, I've beaten a good kid stupidly.

When talking about this matter with Mrs. Purgatory, that reserved lady almost laughed out loud.

I patted her on the back and let her breathe.

"Don't worry, Miss Song." Mrs. Purgatory laughed out of breath, "Their father and son are of the same virtue."

"Well, but in the days to come, Yan Shoulang will pester Miss Ge and let Miss Ge guide her."

"At that time, I will trouble Miss Song a lot." Mrs. Purgatory covered her mouth and smiled "giggle".

I felt a little stressed, but I said, "I... try my best."

So Cang Shoulang came to the place where I lived to look for smoke every day, was beaten by me every day, and came to look for smoke every day.

I tried to reduce the intensity a little, lest the child be exhausted and belch suddenly one day after being pumped by me. After all, the physical fitness of the ninja is different from that of Yan Shoulang.

But the child seems to have noticed that I deliberately let the water go, and said seriously with a puffy face: "Miss Ge, please teach me severely!"

Maybe it was because the child's eyes were too hot and serious, so I didn't release any more water, and seriously... pumped him.

There is a big difference between stepping on the battlefield by yourself and stepping on the battlefield when you have no choice. The former knows what he wants and keeps wielding his sword to kill ghosts and protect people, while the latter just kills passively.

Cang Shoulang and his father belong to the former, while I belong to the latter. They have their own goals, and they are moving towards their goals without hindrance, rain or shine, while I just wander in the battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Besides, they stepped on the battlefield between ghosts and humans, while my hands were stained with the blood of the same kind.

Really envious.

So I swung my knife and drew the little owl.

The next day, Yuanyi and Yan Shoulang returned to the Purgatory House from the headquarters of the Ghost Killing Squad, and Yuanyi carried a brand new knife on his waist.

"How did you talk? Did the lord say anything? Did you answer the lord's words well? Did the lord make things difficult for you? I don't think the lord should make things difficult for you. After all, he seems to be quite talkative."

I asked him ramblingly, I don't know why I don't talk much, but here I talk more.

"Everything is fine." Yuan Yi looked down at me, he was already much taller than me, now I have to raise my head to see his eyes, or he lowered his head.

Yuanyi reached out and touched my cheek, her fingers were a little hot, and my face seemed a little hot too.

"We're going to move to the headquarters of the Ghost Slayer Squad." Yuan Yi told me that he would take me to live in the headquarters of the Ghost Slayer Squad in a few days.

"Okay." I said.

I feel that he has grown up a lot. Although we have not been separated for a long time, I feel that he has matured a lot. His height and appearance have not changed. He still doesn't talk much now, but I think he seems to have grown up a bit.

Sure enough, do men grow up overnight?

Yuanyi gave me two knives, two knives, one of which was similar in style to Yuanyi's and the other was a short knife.

The materials of the two knives are both made of special materials. In addition to going to the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Squad these days, Yan Shoulang also took Yuan Yi to the swordsmith village to forge a Japanese knife for himself and me.

I took the knife silently. The scabbard and handle are black. These two knives have not been stained with blood, and they are still clean.

After so many years, I finally...have my own knife again.

"Song." I heard Yuanyi's voice, and his hand pressed against my cheek, rubbing gently with his fingertips, "Don't be afraid."

I was taken aback.

After being silent for a while, I raised my head to look into his red eyes, and bent the corners of my mouth, "I won't be afraid."

Maybe.

He always knew, I was afraid, I was afraid to hold the knife again.

I have always been a coward.

For me, the knife is the past, it is me or the past of "Yuge", I have always been a coward who escapes from the past.

There was no use escaping, and I had nowhere to run.

I gripped the knife tightly, this time I really don't have to be afraid anymore.