Can a thousand-handed heart be harvested to reap the wood tunnel?

Thanks to the diligent killing rate of Kamizu during this period, Tanjiro collected a lot of Oni's blood, and sent it to Miss Zhushi who was hiding in the dark as agreed.

Just the day before we were about to leave, Miss Zhushi sent a message that the potion that can convert ghosts into humans has reached the final stage.

So Tanjiro left the three-person team with Mizuko, and went to Asakusa to help make the final adjustments.

"Okay," Shan Yi, who originally planned to take his little friend home with great interest, looked at me in dismay. "What about Inosuke?"

"Going home." I scratched my head, "It's rare to have a vacation, he said he would go back to the mountains."

"...Wow, why is that guy so disgusting all of a sudden." Shanyi shuddered violently, "And why are you still dressed like this?"

"Aren't you handsome?" I jumped on the spot, and the high-quality leather shoes made a crisp knocking sound.

After coming out of Huajie, I didn't wash off my original makeup, and changed into a new suit and shorts.

The moment the knife slashed at Bantiangou, I felt a more terrifying gaze from his eyes.

Like insects, all human nature has been annihilated, leaving only the "worm" nature that does whatever it takes to survive.

——King of Ghosts, Ghost Dance Tsuji has no misery.

I subconsciously touched the faded markings.

Boy, Zebra, Flame, He Dao.

No matter what he associates, keep the appearance he sees first, and if he encounters danger, he will definitely be able to attract most of the firepower.

Don't say anything about this.

"..." Shanyi's expression was grim for a second, "Don't act like a baby with Tanjirou's face."

"Oh." I pouted. "So it's just the two of us, shall we go?"

This person said that he didn't care much, but he was actually very happy to be able to go back.

Along the way, he happily introduced Taoshan to me. The long-term timidity between his eyebrows is still faintly visible, but his eyes are already confident and shining.

After all, he is also an excellent swordsman who can face three winding and survive.

"Mountain peaches are beautiful in spring, and the mountains are full of peach blossoms." My wife Shanyi, an excellent swordsman, walked in front, and said while pointing her head back: "Even the sky is pink at a glance."

"It's good to come here at this time, and the peaches all over the mountain are also very fragrant." I followed his words with emotion, "Mr. Shanyi likes this place very much."

"Of course! Grandpa helped me when I was in huge debts," he scratched the yellow triangular haori on his body, his voice became softer, "Although after that, he has been pressing me to practice in hell, making me I'm worried that I'm going to die here..."

"There's a pit here." I probed curiously.

"My grandpa dug it for the 180th time I escaped." Shanyi passed by without squinting.

"This tree...?" Then we passed a big tree that was about to die.

"I climbed up when I didn't want to train, but I was just struck by lightning." The golden head walking in front flashed dazzlingly, "When I wake up, my hair will become the color it is now."

"Then this..." Carefully avoiding the serial trap.

"Yes." A sad sigh. "I have neither talent nor aptitude, and I have only learned one type up to now."

"Even if it's like this, I want to meet Grandpa's expectations."

"Training late at night without telling my grandfather, trying to understand the profound meaning of Thunder's breath," the person walking in front didn't turn his head, I couldn't see his expression, "It's useless, compared with the capable senior brother, it's completely inferior."

"..." I hesitated to speak, "Shanyi-jun, before you say this, can you take a look at your knife first?"

I glanced at his golden lightning-bladed solar blade covered in yellow triangular patterned haori.

He subconsciously followed my line of sight to look at his saber.

From this angle, only the looming white blade can be seen.

——A sun wheel knife that cuts through the string.

"..." So this person was hesitant to speak, and he hesitated: "No, when I was fighting Luo Ji with you, I was actually scared and felt that I was going to die.

"I want to cry, I want to escape, but why are you all rushing to the front..."

"When I came back to my senses, I also rushed up."

He complained in a low voice: "Why do I meet people like this?"

"Hey." I smiled softly.

—Because you are such a person yourself.

……

The former Mr. Naruto Sangshima is a very cute little old man.

Wearing a kimono with the same haori pattern as Shanyi, and leaning on a cane, he could be seen standing on the top of the mountain waiting for us from a distance.

The boy walking in front of me yelled "Ji-chan—" and rushed over.

Still moving forward at the same speed, I could see the old man angrily holding the cane and hitting the young man on the head lightly, the young man smiled foolishly, and the two opened and closed their mouths, looking like Most of the usual quarrels are the teenagers dancing and talking. The old man's brows and eyes are stretched, and his proud expression can be seen clearly even from a distance.

After a while, the boy suddenly came back to his senses, and waved to me who seemed to be walking in place. The wind from above brought the sweet fragrance of peaches and his words.

"Huahua—come here—"

The sky is very blue and the sun is very bright. An old man and a young man are standing on the top of a high mountain, smiling brightly. On the dense peach trees on both sides, there are crowded pink and white peaches hanging on the branches. The sweet peach fragrance brought by the breeze is unforgettable.

"Boom!"

"Chong!"

"Om-"

"Thunder's Breath, One Shape," the blond boy who couldn't take a single blow breathed out calmly, "Ba Lian!"

His target was me standing in the narrow space where I was framed.

I was limited by the huge evasion space, and I did not forget to stare at the flaws of his moves and prepare for the next counterattack.

"Huo, it's really amazing to have such agility and martial arts at this age."

Mr. Kuwashima, the old god who made this rule by himself, was watching the battle from the sidelines.

"Shanyi!" The crutch hit the ground, "It's too slow!"

The exhausted boy who kept maintaining high speed continuously and flashing like a thunderbolt couldn't help being distracted...

I was kicked away by the oncoming me with a knife.

"Wow——" the blond boy who was hit all over his head by a ripe peach yelled, "How can I maintain my concentration for two hours in a row!"

"It's a lot of hard work just to use the eighth company again and again, grandpa—" tearing up, "Let me rest!"

"Okay," the trainer turned around and entered the room first. "Come in for a drink."

"Huh?" Unexpectedly, the boy who was easily allowed was sluggish, and turned to my direction, "Suddenly he is so easy to talk, is this person really grandpa?"

"Stop talking nonsense, brat, keep practicing if you don't drink!" the angry roar shook the wooden door.

"I'll drink!" Shanyi was so frightened that his face turned pale, and the carp stood upright on the spot, grabbing me, smashing open the wooden door and rushing in.

"You can get used to how you come here." Mr. Sang Dao, who was sitting across from the low table, glanced at me who was subconsciously breathing, "I received a letter from Purgatory long before you came, it's really rare, I can see you Seeing that kid guarantee something for others in the capacity of Zhu."

"Mr. Purgatory?" I paused for a while, thinking that in the eyes of this elder, I might be more familiar with another Mr. Purgatory Shinjuro, so I corrected, "Mr. Purgatory Anjuro?"

"Yes," he set aside the tea sets one by one and started to boil water, "I understand your situation roughly, so don't worry so much."

Hearing this, I lightly relaxed my straight back: "Yes."

"You chopped off the six windings, leaving only one winding one?" He sat upright and watched the heat rise from the kettle, and sighed, "I may also be able to witness the disappearance of the ghost king while I am alive."

"Please don't say that, I'm not the only one who contributed." The praise made me very uncomfortable, "Besides, Shanyi-kun also helped a lot."

Mr. Kuwashima glanced at the dazed boy following my line of sight, and blew on his beard, but he rarely reprimanded him.

"I still remember how he looked when I drove him down the mountain to participate in the selection." The elder didn't change his face, and suddenly yelled in his ear, "Wait, grandpa, you used to chase it, definitely." He turned a deaf ear and squinted his eyes, " Shanyi is talented."

The boy who protested loudly suddenly fell silent.

"Leave him alone," Mr. Sang Dao poured the tea one by one and handed it to me, "tell me about you."

"Thank you." I got up and took it, confused, "Me?"

"Two people with completely different personalities taught you this martial art." He smiled gently, "Your body skills and basic skills were taught by one person."

"The person who taught you has done a lot of hard work, so that you can ensure your survival against any enemy stronger than you."

"Battle awareness and instinct were taught by another person."

"The first person to teach you should be a plan specially made to cater to your personality, to ensure that you can protect yourself even when you are unwilling to make a move."

"The second person who taught you is crazier, more arrogant, and more extreme. But he only wants you to be confident, proud, and fearless."

"The subconscious recklessness that you shot was also learned from this person, right?" He knocked his teacup disapprovingly, "Learn the good ones instead of the bad ones."

I smiled guiltyly: "Is it so obvious?"

"Don't underestimate a trainer," he looked at me carefully, "I have been ambiguous and hesitant in my actions, and I have restrained myself."

Then suddenly: "There are traces of a third person, have you been scolded?"

I sweated silently.

The trainer's vision is so vicious.

"Take great pains," Mr. Sang Dao snorted coldly, blew on the heat of the water cup, and took a sip. "You have their shadows on you."

"Yes," I recalled, "they love me and I love them."

"Aren't you the same as Mr. Shanyi?" I looked at the silent blond boy, and took a sip of the water glass like I did.

Drinking hot water in summer, I am not hot anyway.

"Shan Yi," Mr. Sang Dao stretched out his wrinkles, which made the big scar on his face less grim. "A while ago, his senior brother also came back. He just left three days ago, so you happened to be staggered."

"Under Thunder's Breath," he looked at the well-behaved little disciple who had put a lot of effort into it, "one only knows one type, and the other only doesn't know one."

"But it doesn't matter. I've already decided. From now on, the two of you will inherit the Breath of Thunder and help each other." Those sharp eyes that seem to see through everything are full of hope and kindness. Breath of Thunder is passed on."

"We are family."

……

That night, I carried a large naginata and walked into the room of my wife Shanyi who was sleeping soundly.

Get him out.

"Shanyi-kun, wake up, urgent mission." I lowered my voice.

"Huh—" the blond boy reluctantly, with sleepy eyes, quickly finished packing, "What mission, why didn't I receive it?"

"On the way, hurry up, if you don't leave, you will be delayed." I hurriedly handed him the knife.

"Then grandpa..." He subconsciously looked at the other closed door.

"Do you think he doesn't know what's going on between the two of us?"

"That's right." My wife Shanyi thought for a while, and bowed towards the door, "Then let's go first, Grandpa."

There were a few snoring sounds from inside the door.

……

Shanyi, who was dragged by me to run several hills, barely stopped at the edge of the peach forest, finally asked in confusion: "So what is the mission? Didn't we say that we can rest for seven days?"

I looked at the indistinct peach forest and didn't speak.

"No, that's not right," the young man was unexpectedly sharp at this time, "There is no task at all."

"That's right, it was strange that you suddenly proposed to come to Taoshan," the voice of the blond boy gradually became flustered, "Is there something bad..."

His unfinished words were interrupted by the appearance of a person.

"Ha, you still look like this, Shan Yi."

In the direction locked by me, a person walked out slowly and swaggeringly.

Black hair, blue eyes, dressed in the uniform of the Ghost Slayer Squad, with a golden lightning blade-patterned solar saber pinned to his waist.

The standard Ghost Killing Squad member was dressed, and it was even obvious that he was another descendant of Breath of Thunder.

The premise is to ignore his pale skin, inhuman sharp ears, sharp fangs, and those cyan eyes, the shining "winding", "Lu".

This is a former member of the Demon Slayer Squad who has fallen into a ghost.

My wife Shanyi beside me lowered her head, and slowly and tremblingly completed the interrupted words.

"...No, let Grandpa know."