The strongest ghost is too afraid of death

The meeting ended, but Qing Xiang's disrespectful words were deeply imprinted in the hearts of others.

Feng Zhu said that he would beat Qing Xiang up, but She Zhu didn't say anything, and Feng Zhu was staring at the pillar behind him when he said this.

Staring at the green to ptsd attack, learning the breathing method that night, the mental concentration was unprecedented.

"Try to feel the breath in the lungs with your body and mind, let the folds of the alveoli and lung walls open, and put all your energy on the breath."

Purgatory taught him the tricks he had learned.

"Imagine a burning flame in your head that grows, spreads, and eventually burns throughout your entire consciousness."

The vague enthusiasm is like the inspiration that seeped out of my mind when I first comprehended the blood ghost technique. The ethereal light is flying around, without substance, and I can't grasp it even if I hold it tightly. I can only grasp the light spots through the flashing connection.

This was originally an extremely difficult process linked to perception, and it was the most difficult gap to bridge, marking the difference between ordinary people and swordsmen.

Qingxiang has experienced it once.He paid attention to the line of sight behind his head the whole time, and let it happen naturally but quite smoothly caught the light spot that drifted with the wind.

Opening his eyes, the vigorous flames shot up into the sky.

Let the entire courtyard fall into a long-lasting silence, setting a record for the fastest comprehension of the breathing method of the Ghost Killing Team.

"Perception, observation, perseverance... the talents that ordinary people can't forget, our judgment is correct, grasp it well, don't waste it."

Butterfly, who came to observe the situation, ordered so softly.

Yanzhu was very happy and proudly patted him on the shoulder several times.Feng Zhu snorted, and the idea of ​​hitting him backwards, what was said, "This is normal, otherwise you can't turn your kid as a step."

Perhaps it was a leisure time, and the news quickly spread throughout the Demon Slayer Squad, and even Ubuyashiki sent a piece of Omoru instead, saying it was a sign of encouragement.

Royal guard yellow gold thread, hand-stitched.Qing Xiang thought it was auspicious and happily accepted it.

Zhu Ben was busy.After that day, the pillars who had gathered in the ghost killing team for two days left one after another.

Qing Xiang naturally began to study formally.

He belonged to the Kendo Department before crossing.The famous Hope's Peak Academy, even for the preparatory subjects, the professionalism and quality of each department are second to none.

They can also invite the "Super High School Level" next door as a training partner, and after paying a large amount of "training fees", someone from the top of the industry will personally teach them.

Although after time travel, his family background is poor and he has no access to the kendo that only wealthy families are eligible to learn, the foundation of systematic training is still in his mind.

however.

"Well, not at all."

Qing Xiang, who had just demonstrated the sword moves, looked blank.

Ah, no, it can't be that he made a mistake.

Purgatory is not unexpected at all, it has been expected.

His powers of observation are among the top among human beings, and he has already guessed the possible identity of the young man in the past, but he just doesn't ask about it thoughtfully.

The children of your family often learn from everyone since childhood, not to say that this kind of swordsmanship is useless, but that it is specially used for "self-defense", more for physical fitness, with limited lethality, and it is completely different from the breathing method of real guns and swords .In short, it's a show.

Qing Xiang's behavior at this time was exactly in line with his guess.

Purgatory is full of energy and confidence.

"Forget the past sword style, learn it again, it will not be difficult with your comprehension, believe in yourself, young man Youkang!"

"Ah... um."

Because Qing Xiang has a foundation, Purgatory skipped the introductory stage after confirming that he was basically qualified, and demonstrated the first type of the breathing method of flames for him—the root body of all types.

The fireworks, which were brighter and a hundred times more intense than the flames raised by his comprehension of the breathing method, spread across the entire courtyard in an instant, bringing some heat to the cool evening.

Almost as soon as the edge of the fireworks touched Qing Xiang's forehead, he quickly took a half step back.

Qing Xiang is not afraid of fire, not to mention that there is no breath of flame user who can walk in front of him, many blood ghost spells are related to the element of 'fire'.

But Yan Zhi's breath is different, hot and warm, it can make people think of sunlight in the first place.

Am I going to use this breathing method that triggers ptsd.

Qing Xiang stood aside, his calm appearance concealed the seriousness in his heart.

The greatest way to overcome your fear is to face it.

Qing Xiang was extremely serious, holding the wooden knife and waving it in purgatory movements.

Obviously, he didn't grasp the trick at all when he first came into contact with it, he just imitated it delicately.Not to mention the gorgeous special effects, there is not even a slashing sword wind.

"Everyone is like this for the first time, cheer up."

Purgatory, as always, cheers for Qing Xiang.

"Come on, let me demonstrate again, pay attention to my movements."

Unlike the straightforward nature shown, the patience of Purgatory seems to be endless. No matter how many times you swing the knife repeatedly, the demonstration again is always serious and slow.

But if you can't learn it, you can't learn it.

This amount of training is far from the level that Qingxiang feels tired.But in any case, you can't learn the most basic 'first formula'.

The young man was panting, his sweaty face furrowed his pretty brows, a formless flame was burning in his chest, and his anxiety was beginning to show signs.

Finally Purgatory called him.

"Those who can't see the needle hole can't thread the needle no matter what. Boom, it's useless to worry, it's counterproductive. Take a rest."

"……Yes."

Qing Xiang closed his eyes.

The first ceremony came to an end temporarily, and the trial at Fuji Attack Mountain was over. The swordsmith sent the last piece of "orangutan scarlet iron" picked by the passers, and smoked a long pipe, sighing Qingxiang's good luck.

"You boy, you didn't even get out of the trial, and you can still join the ghost killing team and get a sun wheel knife that I personally forged."

He was amazed.

"You have to thank Master Xiazhu, if there is no example of becoming a pillar for a year, I will never forgive you."

Qing Xiang knelt and sat opposite him, and the invisible fire that had subsided for a while rose again.

Xia Zhu... It took him less than a month to learn the ten types.

Qing Xiang tried to reproduce his promotion trajectory, but now he failed in the most basic form.

There is no way to rush.

You've felt it before, didn't you, anxiously wanting to become stronger, but panicked because of the gap in reality, you should be familiar with it.

Qing Xiang took a long breath, exhaling the heat of the invisible fire in his heart out of his body.

"Qing Xiangsang..."

Senjuro called him worriedly.

"No more requests?"

The swordsmith knocked on the long snuff bottle.

"I'll go without you."

"No, it's just a samurai sword, not an RPG."

Qing Xiang stood up from the spot, ignoring the swordsmith who suddenly became irritable because of his words, and Qianjurou who panicked to appease, turned and walked towards the curtain.

Why can't it be used.

Holding a samurai sword made of fine steel, Qing Xiang stood under the scorching sun, ignoring the discomfort rising from the bottom of his heart, and followed the rhythm of the breathing method of flame.

The temperature of the gas exhaled from his mouth and nose seems to be higher than that of midsummer air. In the sultry courtyard, the black-haired boy's eyes are full of solemnity, his heart, ears and eyes go hand in hand, responding to each other, and put all the highly condensed attention on this light-weight place. sharply.

The silver blade shines brightly in the sun, and the lines of the meniscus are layered on top of each other, and different layers can be seen from different angles.

He slowly raised his hand and raised the blade up to the top of the whole country.The breathing method of flame surged with his mind, and the bursting flame bypassed the heart that was frightened by it, and spit it out along the throat.

飒

The blade cut through the air and made a sharp sound.

But nothing else.

The flames soaring to the sky, the aftermath of the blade, and the sparks rising from the crescent moon pattern are all gone.

Qing Xiang stared at the blade for a while.

Can't find the problem.

The posture is correct, the breathing method is also used, fear... Since the breathing method of flame can be used, there should be no restrictions on the knife posture.

Black Death and Mou Yue's breathing is quite smooth.

Qing Xiang stood up straight, and once again made the gesture of interrupting the opening hand.

As he struggled to find the problem, Purgatory worked his way up too.

On a night when the moon was in the sky and the moonlight was as cool as water, Purgatory, who learned a little experience through the way of searching in the middle of the mission, pushed open the wooden door of the training ground.

"Yukang boy! I got the scriptures from Senior Sang Dao!"

Qing Xiang, who had already noticed the approaching purgatory, turned her head and hung the knife by her side.

Sang Island?

It was probably because the question on his face was too obvious, and Purgatory explained it to him when he approached.

"The cultivator of Breath of Thunder is a respectable senior! I heard from him the solution to not being able to master one style."

Qing Xiang pricked up his ears and his eyes lit up.

Although her hair and eyes are black, she really looks like an owl in the night.

"What is the solution?"

"Don't learn one style, just go straight to school!"

Qing Xiang cheered up: ...

Because I can't learn it, I don't learn it.

And the solution to the problem is to solve the person who asked the problem in the same way.

"Teacher Purgatory, is it really possible?"

Qing Xiang doubts.

"Isn't the one style the foundation of all ten types? Doesn't it change forever?"

"Trust me! I also believe in Senior Sang Dao!"

Purgatory just looked at him energetically, the contagion was very strong, as if being looked at by him gave him a surge of confidence.

Although Qing Xiang guessed it was him, he couldn't tell the reason.