The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

The result was as Qingxiang expected.

The second type.

Three type.

Four type.

……

All the way to type ten.

In the cold training ground, there were only the young man panting slightly and closing his eyes, and the orange-haired man in front of him who didn't know how to comfort him.

"Yukang, you just learned it for a few days. We still have a lot of time. You see, when I first learned it, it took me half a month to master the first form. Don't be discouraged, as long as you persevere, you will definitely win the championship!"

"..."

Not only did not learn.

There is no sign of mastery at all, not even a trace.

"Yukang boy...?"

"……Um."

Qing Xiang raised her eyes to breathe out, and gripped the knife handle tightly again.

"I see."

However, the turning point did not occur.

Not only that, the news that Qing Xiang, who leapfrogged to become a stepson due to his extraordinary talent, could not learn the knife style spread like wildfire in the team.Instead of discussing on the surface, Yin who came to deliver orders always quietly looked in Qing Xiang's direction.

Until one day, when Purgatory ended its mission, it heard whispers from low-ranking soldiers.

"Lord Yanzhu's stepson seems to be only master Lianzhu's success in learning."

"Forget it, Mr. Lianzhu uses the breath of love. Aren't all the new breaths born are talented swordsmen who are self-taught?"

"Then you said, it's Lord Yanzhu...?"

"Shh!"

The two soldiers hurriedly saluted Purgatory.

Purgatory stood in front of everyone as always, turned his back to everyone, stepped forward, and moved forward with his head held high as always.

It's just that that night, he pushed the door of the training ground lightly, but didn't fully open it. From the crack of the door, he stared at the young man who had been training in the field until now.

Crystal sweat slid down the side of the boy's face, dripped into the sand under his feet, and condensed into a small puddle of muddy water.

"Brother?"

Qianjulang, who brought water to Qingxiang, came to the training ground and looked at his brother waiting outside the door in surprise.

"You're back, why don't you go in?"

"Um, I'm thinking about something."

Purgatory took the water bottle from his younger brother.

"It's fine if I come, it's not too heavy... I've said it's not too heavy."

Senjuro snatched the water bottle back and sorted out the snacks for energy in the wooden bowl.While tidying up, he opened his mouth with a smile.

"Qing Xiangsang is also very hardworking today. He has worked hard all day, and he doesn't even want to go to eat at noon."

He raised his head, stood shoulder to shoulder with his brother, and looked in through the crack of the door.The boy in the arena faced the two of them sideways, the sun was low, and his knife swinging movements were the same as the standard at the beginning.

The existence of Qing Xiang may have filled some of the regrets in his heart.

Purgatory responded with the usual affirmation and smile on his face.

"Youkang boy has always been diligent!"

However, Senjuro instantly sensed something was wrong.

"Brother...you seem to be in a low mood, what happened to today's mission?"

He looked up at his brother worriedly, trying to find the answer from his expression.

"Nothing happened."

Purgatory spoke soothing words.

"I'm in a low mood, maybe I just came back from a mission and need some rest."

"Liar."

Purgatory was taken aback.

"We are brothers, aren't we? Even if other people can't see it, I can see it and feel it. My brother is very depressed now, and I have doubts about something."

It is [-]% similar to Purgatory, but the immature face is solemn and serious.

However, afterward, Senjuro lowered his head again, with a bit of bitterness.

"Although I can't answer my brother's questions, and I can't do many things, at least I can feel his mood..."

Purgatory's brows and eyes gradually became gentle.

"Thank you, Senjuro."

The two brothers who accompanied them stood outside the simple grass gate, and as the setting sun fell, a tall and a short figure drew to the eaves of the gate.

"I'm thinking."

In front of such a younger brother, it seems that even weak words of self-doubt can be uttered naturally.

Purgatory hides many emotions in his heart, and what is left to Senjuro is only a tiny bit leaked at the end of the sentence.

"I may...not be a good teacher."

After many days of training, as the breath of flame, the person with the highest achievement can see it most clearly.

The fact is: Qing Xiang has not mastered the moves that belong to the 'breath of the sun'. He is as clumsy as a child and has no rules, but he is proficient in fields other than the breath of the sun, which is self-contradictory.

Purgatory will not question Qing Xiang's efforts, but will only point the finger of suspicion at himself.

But the slightest bit of emotion is particularly clear in the training ground surrounded only by crows and sparrows.Senshouro's spirit lifted, and he refuted hastily.

"That's not the case! My brother is single-minded and full of enthusiasm in all fields. My brother is doing very well! At least, at least much better than my father! How can my brother think so?!"

Senshouro's rebuttal mixed with the team members' whispers in the afternoon.Even with the questioning eyebrows and eyes at the meeting of the companions.

Purgatory gazed at the young man wielding a knife in the field, and doubts arose quietly.

"The cock crowed, the hard training continued in the wind and rain, and the talent is beyond reproach, and everyone is often compared with Shi Tou. Diligence and talent are both indispensable. It is impossible for such a swordsman to not even grasp the essentials."

Could it be that he gave this young man with a bright future a wrong choice?

Whether he is not suitable for the Breath of Flame is his arbitrariness, which makes it difficult for such a talented swordsman.

Purgatory's words were very calm, Senjuro wanted to continue to refute, but couldn't speak.

At that moment, what he thought in his mind was that perhaps it was Qing Xiangsang's own bottleneck, or that Qing Xiangsang himself was not working hard enough.Just the second after the thought appeared, he stopped himself with a pale face, ashamed of his disrespect for Qing Xiang, and the disrespect of his elder brother who had already chosen Qing Xiang.

Silence surrounded the brothers like air.

"old"

Ao Xiang jumped from the eaves of the door in the shock of Qianjulang.

"division"

This jump instantly cleared all the dullness.

Chishouro: "Hey...wh, when?"

"When you fell silent."

Qing Xiang got up and slapped the dust on the leggings.

"Whispering at a distance of less than 20 meters around a genius of keen perception is too small for my hearing."

Senjuro looked at his toes guiltily.

Did you hear it all just now...

"And, teacher, you may have forgotten."

Qing Xiang opened his mouth.

"Seeking the Breath of Flame, becoming your stepson, joining the Ghost Killing Squad, and even standing here are all out of my own will. You don't have to take the blame for me. If you can't learn it, you won't learn it. Even if I can’t learn it, I’m willing to do it.” At worst, Shidun made another number.

"I never regret my choice, and I even thank you very much. There is no other teacher who can be as patient and persuasive as you."

"...Um."

These words probably touched Purgatory, Qing Xiang saw a clear expression on his face for the first time.

"So, let's move on."

Although he just jumped off the eaves playing handsomely, the training still has to continue.

Even because of Purgatory's words and the ghost killing team's recent whispers, Qing Xiang, who was planning to practice a new account, really didn't believe it.

As long as you die to the end, you have to learn to the end of a lifetime of dolls. He doesn't have a cup if there are ten types and one type.

The boy pushed open the door towards the light, the edges of his black hair were slightly transparent in the light.He never seemed to hesitate, and the expression of hesitation never existed in him.He was full of vigor and pride, and pushed the door open with his head held high.

"Start from one type, start again, and never stop learning."

In the evening light from the eaves of the door, the brows and eyes of Purgatory gradually became gentle, and the former belief and perseverance returned to the owner they should have belonged to.

"Yes, let's continue."

He played handsomely, but also flirted with cruel words.

Is it a bit unreasonable to never learn again?

During the training break, Qing Xiang drank the water sent by Senjuro, doubting himself with his eyes open.

Since the night before last, Purgatory seems to be full of power, without any hesitation, quite energetic, even more powerful than the protagonist who was training with a knife in the field, expressing with high spirits that nothing is insurmountable.

Senjuro's good impression of him seems to have stepped up to a new level, and his original friendly and polite but still somewhat alienated attitude melted away, not only saying "Qing Xiangsang trains so hard every time, I'll be fine!" ' made his bed every night, and made him a glass of honey water at dawn.

In fact, Qing Xiang didn't want to touch the food that others handed him at all, but Qianshou Lang stood by his door with bright eyes, not only waiting to collect the bowl, but also encouraging him for the next training.

Honey in this era is quite expensive, especially honey without impurities.I don't know if Senshouro had misunderstood Qing Xiang's reaction to drinking it for the first time, so he still apologized to him and told him that there was no better granule available in the nearby town.

Qing Xiang: "...No, I'm already surprised enough."

Qianshoulang: "But Qing Xiangsang didn't even have an accident. He should have drunk it often in the past."

In a way, Finch.But not what you think.

Qing Xiang, who was born in modern times, silently put down the bowl.

Ghost Dance Tsuji prides himself on not being able to eat as well as me.I stand on the shoulders of giants of the times.

Although the Purgatory family has completely resisted the gossip from the outside world.

Zhu, who was changing back and forth in the Ghost Killing Squad, was not, and rumors spread—although it was not a rumor, "Qing Xiang couldn't learn any of the ten types" was a fact—until it reached the ears of Zhu and the boss.

Feng Zhu, who had just returned to the mission, became irritable in an instant.

"What is that kid doing! Why does he think he should be his stepson!"

Before the Feng Zhu who heard the news rushed to reprimand—not to mention, he believed in his heart that Qing Xiang was a good seed for hunting ghosts. The serpent pillars of the wall.

"You broke the agreement."

The Serpent's Pillar speaks as its name suggests, like the serpent's cry in the Shadow Lyss.

The man with white bandages covering half of his face crossed his arms and looked down at the boy from a height.

"According to the regulations, you are no longer Yan Zhu's stepson, and you will be expelled from the Ghost Killing Squad."

"...promise?"

Qing looked up at the man in the backlight, his eyes hurt a little, so he jumped to the same height as him.

"I didn't know there was such a thing."

Snake Zhu looked around for a week, and after confirming that there was no higher altitude, he reluctantly stopped in place.

"The meeting clearly stated that in view of Aoxiang Youkang's outstanding talent, it was unavoidable that the past incidents that had been revealed to no Ichiro had occurred, and he was allowed to join the Demon Slayer Squad without passing the trial and become Yan Zhu's stepson. As a condition, if Qingxiang Youkang did something that did not conform to his status as a stepson during his stepson, and he will be expelled from the team immediately."

Then came Lianzhu with pink and green long hair, and she hurriedly tried to dissuade her.

"Mr. Yiguo, that's just a verbal agreement!"

"But there is such an agreement."

"This……"

Lianzhu looked away, hesitating.

She thought of something again.

"But, Youkang didn't do anything unbecoming of a stepson."

"He thinks he's talented, but he's neglected to practice. It's been half a month now, and he can't even learn the first type of Breath of Flame."

Yi Hei's complexion remained unchanged, his gaze towards Lianzhu was not as cold as that of outsiders, and his tone was almost unrecognizably warmer.

"He deserves to be expelled from the team."