"Master, the meal is already hot."

Yue Yue concealed his emotions and slowly entered the room with a wooden plate.

As soon as he thought of what he was going to do later, there was a sudden uncontrollable heat in his limbs, and his heart beat like a drum.

This was not the first time he had betrayed someone who trusted him, and no matter how many times he did it, he couldn't get used to it.

I still remember the last time, he extinguished the wisteria incense in the temple of the Sorrowful Island, and introduced the ghost into it in exchange for a chance to live.

When he heard the desperate wails of his partner outside, instead of feeling guilty, he thought that he was born different.

You are dead, but I am alive.

So I'm naturally better suited to live than others.

This kind of thinking made him feel unique, and he also believed that in this world of the jungle, only extreme selfishness can survive. In fact, everyone is selfish, it's just that they don't dare to be as upright as themselves.

The ghost killing team is no different, and the master is no different. Although the old man paid off his gambling debts and treated his injuries, he just wanted to use this kindness as a chain to tie him up and work for the ghost killing team.

But he is a jade and a jade, and he ignores this kind of chain at all. He has broken free from the greatest chain of human beings, the instinctive urge to repay the kindness of others, and he is naturally more suitable to be a ghost than anyone else.

So what he's about to do, subjectively, doesn't have any difficulty.

It was here that Jigoro Kuwajima applied ointment to him in the morning. At this time, the residual medicinal smell in the room had not yet dissipated, and the smell of charcoal fire in the stove gradually rose and mixed, smelling warm and weird.

Kuwajima Jigoro and the current Naruto were sitting opposite each other at a low table, and the atmosphere seemed quite harmonious, more like a father and son than a master and apprentice.

Although the current Ming Zhu is only in his thirties, he looks like he is in his early forties, not tall, except for his bright eyes, his overall image and temperament are a little too ordinary, and he is more like an izakaya owner than the strongest swordsman of the Ghost Slayer Team.

When Miyue came in, the two of them were talking about something important, so they didn't pay attention to him, which made him feel angry.

Come on. Hurry up.

I really want to see the pain when you become ghosts, when your memories remain.

“…… In short, I intend to survive this New Year, so I ask my lord to take his leave. It's a bit irresponsible to step back at this juncture, but I can't travel long distances anymore. ”

The current Ming Zhu's expression was a little bitter, and then he grinned without smiling: "When the time comes, I will be like you, and become a cultivator in such a quiet place, but I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to be as good as you teach." ”

Obviously, the thought of stepping down from the front line made Ming Zhu both relieved and a little uneasy.

"Hmm, is your physical condition already so bad?"

The old man looked at his most proud disciple solemnly, and his gaze swept to the other party's coiled legs, as if he could see through the skin and muscles, and poked his gaze directly into the bones.

"Do you often feel a tingling sensation in your feet when you walk lately?"

Obviously, everything that the disciple has experienced, he has also experienced.

"Yes."

Naruto lowered his head a little ashamedly, "Although you have repeatedly emphasized that overuse of the Ichino type will leave sequelae, but on the way to hunt ghosts, the Ichino type is the most capable of taking the enemy by surprise with one blow, so I used it unconsciously, and the reaction is over." ”

"About half a year ago, my right leg began to ache dullly, and the whole body was affected by a hair, and the overall strength was not as good as before. The lord had sent a pill before, but it had no effect on the pain that had accumulated over the years. ”

Thunder Breath, One Type, Thunderbolt Flash, is essentially a sword drawing technique combined with rush skills, which can cross a distance of seven or eight meters in the blink of an eye, come to the enemy's side and instantly strike, and the visual effect is as if the whole person rushed through the enemy's body, which is the speed limit that humans can reach.

Therefore, Thunderbolt is the sword type with the highest burst speed among the five basic breathing techniques, and it can almost any enemy of the same level as a swordsman in an instant, but the price is also very obvious.

It's a waste leg.

"Tsk, this is the fate of the vast majority of Thunder Breath swordsmen."

The old man sighed helplessly, "Any Thunder Swordsman who lives to retire will always have problems with his legs and feet. I was like this back then, I had to be reckless when I was old, so I was cut off my right leg at a critical moment. ”

As he spoke, he smiled self-deprecatingly: "However, if it weren't for the old man's leg being broken, it is estimated that he would be like those predecessors, who have been plagued by labor pains all year round, hahahaha-it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise." ”

"Your joke isn't funny at all."

After complaining, Ming Zhu looked at Yue Yue, who was placing the wine and food, as if he had come over: "I hope the junior brother can learn some lessons from us and put more effort into other sword types." ”

The hand that was handing out the sake suddenly shook.

Ming Zhu's words are actually a kind reminder from the seniors to the juniors, but it doesn't sound like that to Yue Yue.

Because he didn't know how to breathe thunder, one-type, and thunderbolt at all, he didn't even succeed once. In his opinion, whether this Ming Zhu was intentional or unintentional, it was mocking him.

Kuwajima Jigoro couldn't know more about Mt. Mitsugaku, knowing that his self-esteem was too strong, and it had always been a knot in his heart that he couldn't learn the type of Ichi, so he hurriedly reminded Naruzu: "The situation of Togaku is quite special, and he hasn't learned the type of one for the time being. You should just mention him this time, after all, I haven't used this trick for a long time, and I can't show him it at all. ”

After all, the right leg he used to exert force had long been replaced with a prosthetic.

"Didn't learn?"

Ming Zhu asked suspiciously, and turned his gaze to Yue Yue again, "What about the other sword types?" ”

"It's fine."

Miyue replied with a stiff face.

Although he was already very unhappy in his heart, he could not show it.

"Hmm...... Are you ......"

Naruto first glanced at Jigoro Kuwajima, as if looking for the right wording, and it took a long time to finish the second half of the sentence.

"Every time you try the Ichino Shape, you feel that your ankle may not be able to bear it and break, so you don't dare to step on the ground with all your might?"

Miaoyue's face turned red all of a sudden, as if a hot hammer was hitting his Adam's apple, and his body became extremely tense.

How did he know?

As Naruto said, every time he used the Ichino Form, he would feel a sudden burst of overload heat from his ankles, as if the next moment it would turn into an unbearable pain.

That scorching heat was like a warning to him not to continue, or the bones and tendons there would be scrapped.

And every time he heeded this instinctive warning, he thought that the power technique taught by his master was flawed.

But judging from Naruzu's words, it seems that he has also experienced this feeling, and it is still normal.

"Is that so?"

Kuwajima Jigoro frowned, his two eyes stared at him sternly, and his tone was not as gentle as before.

When he saw Miaoyue's face, he made an explanation and judgment on the spot.

"It seems that you don't have the most basic consciousness of a swordsman."

Kuwajima Jigoro finally understood that it was not a matter of his talent at all, but that his apprentice worked hard, but his determination was insufficient.

He lacks the determination of an ordinary swordsman to slay demons even at the cost of his life, so self-preservation is always his first choice.

People who cherish themselves too much are destined to not be able to go further in the breathing method.

In fact, with the blessing of breathing, the musculoskeletal ligaments of swordsmen will be strengthened, so they can perform all kinds of movements that they can't normally do.

But some people, they still can't believe this, for fear that they will break their arms or waists during training, which will cause their sword shape to be mutilated, anticlimactic, and unable to exert their full strength.

As a result, most of these people quit the Ghost Slayer Team while they were still in the cultivation stage.

To put it bluntly, it is a kind of self-limitation, if the swordsman always takes the protection of his body as the first priority of swinging the sword, he naturally does not dare to take the risk of trying those seemingly complex sword shapes.

And if you don't even dare to try, let alone master it.

That's the case of Mikaku.

He didn't believe that his ankles could hold on to the protection of Thunder's Breath, and he didn't have the determination to sacrifice his life to kill the demons.

Mitsugaku's breathing began to be messy, and under the questioning and staring of the two, he felt as if he was being judged.

And this feeling of being seen through is even more uncomfortable than being tortured in a police station, and the humiliation and anger are like water in a storm, and they can't help but start to grow wildly.

What do they mean? Do you mean I'm a coward?

In that case, is there anything wrong with protecting yourself?

I want to become a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Team, just for strength and salary, do I have to put my legs in it for sword practice?

Like you are now?

Unconsciously, he was a little glad that he couldn't learn the same type, otherwise sooner or later he would end up with the two guys in front of him.

But he was a little upset at the thought that they had become ghosts, and that maybe this kind of disability would also be restored.

"Okay, master, I'll guide him tomorrow when I'm free."

Naruto couldn't be clearer about his teacher's strictness, so he quickly diverted the topic.

When he came this time, he already had a task to investigate the character of Daoyu Yue, and originally he didn't know why Lady Tianyin would pay attention to such a reserve, but now he understood.

If you don't have determination, you only have yourself in your heart, and you can't even learn the form of one, how can you become the heir of the breath of thunder?

Kuwajima Jigoro naturally understood this, and suddenly he felt like he was a teenager older, and other thoughts moved in his heart.

Thunder's breath can't be without a successor, do you want to accept another apprentice?

I think that at the beginning, he found Yue after following a few ruffians who came to collect debts......

found that his physical fitness was better than that of ordinary people and he was a good seedling, so Kuwashima Jigoro paid off his gambling debts and brought him to the mountains.

Do you want to follow those people to find it again, maybe there are some good seedlings?

He remembered that someone had mentioned before that there was a teenage fool at the foot of the mountain, who seemed to have been cheated out of his family property by a woman and owed a lot of debts?

After the New Year, let's go down the mountain to take a look, although the age is appropriate, but the physical fitness does not know how.

"Alright, you can sit down and eat first."

Looking at the embarrassed appearance of Mitsugaku's face that was blue for a while and white for a while, Kuwajima Jigoro's heart softened, and he didn't plan to talk about it before.

In this way, the three masters and apprentices began to eat, and Yue Yue did not say a word with a gloomy face, but Yu Guang stared at the sake in front of the two of them tightly, and couldn't help but urge in his heart.

Drink, drink, drink!

He still has a lot of work to do!

Fortunately, the two didn't make him wait too long.

After chatting for a while about what ancient books Yan Zhu had dug out from home, the two Ming Zhu became a little unpleasant, so they quickly drank and ate alcohol.

The effect of the drug was very fast, about half a minute or so, and the two of them reached the point where they could only maintain a sitting posture by holding on to the table.

Since there was more anesthetic in the current Mingzhu flask, he slammed it directly on the table, and the food and soup bowl immediately overturned.

At this time, Kuwajima Jigoro, who had not yet fallen, finally noticed that something was wrong, and his two eyes that were not clear of vision looked at him in horror, but there were only a dozen overlapping despicable smiles in his eyes.

He tried to say something, but his tongue was dull and numb as if it had been stuck with wax, and at last he did not utter a single syllable, and closed his eyes, his head drooping heavily, and the overturned soup stuck to his hair and beard.

In this way, Yue Yue put down the two Ming pillars.

The mountain-like sense of accomplishment came like a mountain of Legaku, and although he used despicable means, he easily did things that others could not even think of.

"Step 2,"

Pushing open the door, he saw the sunset that had completely sunk, and knew that the army under the mountain had set off, so he hurried back to his room, took out two test tubes from the bottom of his clothes, and shook the ruby-like liquid in them to return the same way.

"One by one, turn them into ghosts."

He muttered about his specific plan, and used the current Naruzu's Nichiren knife to make a small cut in his senior brother's chest, and poured the liquid from one of the test tubes onto the blood droplets stained by the Nichiren knife.

Onimai Tsuji told him that his blood type is very special and can be a perfect match for ghosts, but others are not.

So before fusing the blood of this beautiful ghost king, it is best to do a small experiment to avoid waste.

After the two types of blood met, they immediately began to boil violently, but they did not turn into black residues, which showed that the current Mingzhu and the Ghost King's blood could be fused.

After proving this, Miyue poured all the blood of the entire test tube into Ming Zhu's wound, and black spots immediately appeared under the latter's skin, and the whole person's body trembled violently, obviously the ghost transformation had begun.

However, when it was the master's turn, the blood turned into black residue. Tsugaku knew that this meant that if Kuwajima Jigoro absorbed the blood of the Oni King, his body would collapse directly.

"Then all this blood will be mine!"

This is what Onimai Tsuji has promised.

Yue Yue held the remaining test tube tightly in his hand, his eyes burst into a burst of greedy essence, and then, he wanted to unscrew the nozzle of the tube, and then drank the contents down.

Anyway, the food under the mountain is about to come to the door.

However, just as he was about to complete the transformation of his heart, an old hand suddenly stretched out and pushed away the wrist that he had just raised the test tube.

This small collision at the critical moment caused all the blood to spill out, and most of it fell into the mouth of the current Mingzhu who opened his mouth and howled loudly.

He was stunned and looked along the old arm.

Kuwajima Jigoro somehow managed to wake up, shook his head weakly at him, and then fainted completely.