Yumi Harukawa took the old man's empty teacup and put it back on the tray on the pine table.

She curled up her petite body into a wide wicker chair and said with a lazy expression: "Grandpa Professor is old and ambitious, but why don't you let me go out to hone my kendo like Sister Ryoko?" I only pour tea and chant sutras every day, am I just a bonsai? ”

Although Yumi Harukawa is still young, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl is in the budding youth, her curvy delicate body is tucked into a rattan chair, but it still exudes great allure.

The old man looked at Harukawa Yumi, who yawned from time to time, and his eyes showed only admiration and doting, and he slowly walked to another rattan chair and sat down, his body still standing tall like a sword hidden deep in its scabbard.

"Youmei, your professor grandfather was just a withered old man who was about to enter the twilight years a year ago, but now I can sit on the top of the mountain and kill the giant fish, so that several gods in the safe zone dare not underestimate it, why do you say?"

"The strange power brought by that round of blood moon has brought the professor's grandfather back to his youth." Yumi Harukawa tilted her head and said with a grin.

"There is nothing in this world that is not earned, and the so-called pie from the sky may not bring good things." The old man's eyes were as clear as a baby's.

"Your Arao senior was originally a humble and polite gentleman, after he obtained the Demon Beast Crystal and strengthened his body, he got carried away and claimed to be a god general with those two Goryeo sticks, where did he remember my teachings?

"Yes, what a good person Mr. Arao used to be, he sent someone to bully the woman of country C today, but fortunately I stopped someone. Also, the way he looks at me is getting weirder and weirder, and I don't want to see him again. Harukawa Yumi sat up and said with a puffed mouth.

"Oh, it's the two women just now, you're doing the right thing, it looks like I'm going to have to make Arao have a good memory."

"Oops!" Yumi Harukawa blinked her long eyelashes and said angrily, "Grandpa Professor, you changed the topic again, why don't you let me go out with Sister Ryoko to sharpen my kendo?" ”

"Hey, Yumi, you're just impatient, I'm not just about to say it." The old man held up his teacup to hide his embarrassment.

"Originally, I wanted you to grow up and then tell you what happened, since you are so anxious, it doesn't hurt to tell you at this time, lest you be a little clever ghost who is fooling around."

"You say, I'll listen." Harukawa's graceful body was lying on the pine table, supporting his round chin with his two palms.

"Although Grandpa hasn't fought against Arao, the self-proclaimed god generals, I am confident that if I fight to the death, it must be them."

"Grandpa Professor's is the best."

"Little girl, don't interrupt, otherwise you'll have to say that grandpa will change the topic again."

The old man put down the teacup, which was already empty, and continued: "Just as there is no free lunch in the world, things that are not earned for nothing cannot last long.

This is especially true in terms of personal strength, and there is a sentence in the C National Highway Gate Sutra that 'one source of absolute profit is ten times the use of teachers.' If you want to surpass ordinary people in something, you have to put in ten times the effort.

But what about the enhancers who claim to be divine generals? As long as they sleep under the blood moon, they can obtain a steady stream of energy, and that blood moon is their source of energy.

Strength comes so easily, while ordinary people are struggling to survive under the minions of alien beasts and zombies, they can easily obtain resources that were impossible to obtain in the past.

This makes the gods forget that the blood moon energy is not their own power at all, they are just a container that carries energy, and in this world, only their own power is the real power. ”

"These, do Arao-senpai know?"

"Of course, he is also my student, and on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, I was taking you to Qingwan Ocean University for an academic exchange.

When that blood moon rose, I felt like I was being manipulated by a furious energy, wanting nothing more than to destroy everything in sight. ”

"yes, you looked scary at that time, and Sister Ryoko and I were terrified."

Seeing the old man's furrowed eyebrows, Harukawa Yumi spit out her clove tongue, shook her tender white little hand and said, "Okay, okay, I promise not to interrupt again." ”

"Just when I was about to lose control of my body, the 'Water Moon Heart Sutra' that I had been reciting suddenly appeared in my mind.

This 'Water Moon Heart Sutra' is a sutra that has been passed down from generation to generation by my Oshima family, and it has always been only regarded as a sutra for cultivating the mind, and I have not noticed anything special.

But that very night, it saved my life, and it saved you and your life. You must know that I was the only one who was over sixty years old in the academy at that time and did not turn into a zombie.

From that moment on, I realized that a strange energy was running in my body, it was the source of my kendo power, and it was my own power.

After discovering this, I taught you the Water Moon Heart Sutra, but only a few people were able to awaken this power, including Arao.

It's just that later, after Arao obtained the magic crystal, he found that absorbing the power of the blood moon was faster and more convenient than reciting the Water Moon Heart Sutra to gain power, so he gave up the Water Moon Heart Sutra, and also gave up years of academic cultivation, and completely became a different person, the Arao God General.

I am disappointed in Arao, so I seriously urge you to practice the 'Water Moon Heart Sutra', which will be a barrier for us ordinary people to survive in troubled times. ”

Speaking of this, the old man smiled, he looked at Harukawa Yumi kindly and said, "What I didn't expect was that the one who could hope to cultivate the 'Water Moon Heart Sutra' to the highest level was actually not the bloodline of my Oshima family, Yumi, you will be the pride of our Yamato clan." ”

"Grandpa Professor, is this the reason why you don't let me go out to sharpen my kendo?" Being praised by the old man, Yumi Harukawa's cheeks turned slightly red.

Looking at the more delicate and moving Qingchuan Yumei, the old man's expression was a little dazed, and he asked half-loudly: "Yumei, have you ever thought that the compatriots in the Sanshan Safety Zone may be our last clansmen?" ”

Hearing the old man's words, Yumi Harukawa's face turned pale, and she exclaimed in disbelief, "Professor! How can you say that? In Japan, there are your grandchildren, sons, daughters-in-law, and my parents. ”

"My Oshima clan is the oldest family in Japan, and there have been many strange things recorded in the family secret books, among which there is a giant beast like a mountain, a monster with eight heads, and it sleeps under Mt. Fuji."

"The legendary Yaki Orochi?"

"I don't know if it's the Yaki Orochi, but Japan is a narrow country surrounded by the sea, and even if there are no sleeping monsters, the big fish in the sea are an apocalyptic disaster."