As the sun sets, the heat gradually dissipates with the arrival of the night, and I am so tired that I can't make a sound after a day.

On the other side of the courtyard, the purgatory brothers were intoxicated with the hehehaha knife practice.

Aunt Xihuo intimately handed a moist towel to her husband and Shi Xiangfei, left tacitly, and gave the wide open tea room to the two of them.

She knew that this big and small had something to talk about.

Uncle Purgatory wiped his cheeks with a cold towel and recovered from the graceful back that disappeared from the aisle, but the smile of happiness on the corner of his mouth could not be hidden.

Shaking his head slightly, he thought of what he should do, and looked at Shi Xiangfei who drank warm tea to moisten his throat.

"Aware of the bottleneck, right? Ming Fei. ”

"Hmm," Shi Xiangfei scratched his head helplessly, a little dejected,

"Just like when I was learning to breathe water, I did hit a new bottleneck."

"But fortunately, at least I learned all the sword moves, which is much better than when I worked so hard to swing my sword every night that I practiced it, but I couldn't learn the breath of water at all."

He propped his hands behind his back, stretched his legs casually, looked at the gradually rising lilac twilight, and couldn't help but sigh,

"Come to think of it, if it weren't for Mr. Scales finding another way to order me in an ingenious way, I would have been trapped in anxiety for a long time."

It's much better now,

At the very least, Shi Transparent, who initially came into contact with and understood the word "quiet" from the heart, would no longer be as angry as a monkey that was only burned to the butt because of the stagnant breath of fire.

"Haha, is that so?"

Uncle Purgatory hugged his hands and inserted them into his cuffs, and lowered his voice,

"Then Ming Fei, you should have noticed the similarity between the current situation and the previous situation."

"Uncle Purgatory is talking about the heart?"

After nearly five months of trials and studies, Shi Chengfei already understood what he was doing.

The sea is inclusive, he is gathering the strengths of hundreds of schools, breaking the sky into a spear, and finding his own way!

But how can the cultivation of swords and swords be limited to superficial moves?

The meaning and Tao behind it are more important!

So what he needs to do is not only to learn sword moves, but also to have a clear mind.

Not only in self-cultivation, but also in cultivation.

In this way, the results of his practice will not only be limited to swords, but will also have an impact on his life.

It's like a butterfly fanning its wings, which will surely stir up a hurricane in the future!

When it is transparent, it is not easy to get through, but between the answers, his eyes are flashing a little confused:

"But you don't necessarily know what the specific problem is."

"Sure enough, I'm still too stupid."

It's easy to master sword moves, and once you have a good physical foundation, as long as you can see through the rules of operation and understand the basic rules, everything is not a problem.

But intellectuality and nurturing are like a carp jumping over the dragon gate, and the result is promising, and the process is so difficult!

"Ming Fei, don't be presumptuous, it's already great to reach this realm before the age of twelve." Uncle Purgatory chuckled and shook his head,

"You know, it's only taken me twenty years to get to where you are now."

"Uncle Purgatory, don't kill me," Shi Cheng Fei shook his head in embarrassment, pursed his lips and smiled:

"I'm just luckier in this life."

Luck....... Good?

Uncle Purgatory's face stiffened suddenly, and he carefully looked at Shi Shenfei's expression before confirming that this kid was not wilting and wilting to mock himself.

After all, the word luck is the biggest insult of genius and evil to people with ordinary qualifications.

He shook his head, not meaning to say it.

Shi Cheng Fei didn't realize that he was a genius, and no matter what others said, they couldn't change his mind.

Today, Purgatory Maki Juro, there are more important things to do.

He looked at the young man in front of him seriously, his eyes were like the sun,

"In view of your current situation, I should be able to do something to live thirty or forty years longer than you."

Shi Xiangfei blinked, listening suspiciously to the question from Uncle Purgatory's mouth,

"Ming Fei, do you know yourself?"

Noticing Shi Xiangfei's bewildered expression, Purgatory Maki Shourou smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head,

"Don't you understand? Also, the range is a little wider, let me put it another way, what are you swinging the knife for? ”

What is the reason for swinging the knife?

Shi Cheng Fei suddenly knew what Uncle Purgatory really wanted to ask, and couldn't help but ask himself this question in his heart.

In order to gain power.

So why gain power?

In order not to become food for evil spirits, in order to be able to cut off the heads of evil spirits, but also to protect them!

Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Butterfly Sisters....... More and more people he knows are the objects of his protection.

Although it may be a bit arrogant to think so,

But Shi Shenfei felt that if he didn't wield the knife, then the people he knew who were precious might be in greater danger because of his inaction.

And it would make him think that it was his fault.

Right!

Shi Cheng Fei's eyebrows froze, and he had the answer to the question in his heart.

He is desperate to kill evil spirits and protect the cherished people!

He wielded his knife so that he would not cry in the rain and thunder because he lost his word!

Thinking of this, my thoughts are clear, and I can't say what I think in my heart.

"Uncle Purgatory, I'm here to protect me."

"If there were no evil spirits in this world, if only Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Shinobu, Kanae and everyone else could live in the sun without worry, and be able to sleep peacefully at night without burning the wisteria stove."

As soon as the words changed, he pursed his lips, rolled his eyes and waved his hand,

"I'm too lazy to wield a knife."

Isn't it a disease to live in a peaceful era and exercise yourself in a masochistic way?

It's okay to grow flowers, taste tea, learn to paint or something, a leisurely life, who doesn't want to live.

He thought about it anyway.

"Do you wield a knife to protect it?"

Uncle Purgatory understood, and couldn't help but gush with emotion,

"I'm like this too, in order to protect others, protect Kyojuro, Senjuro, especially the fire, I started wielding a knife."

"I'm sure most of the people who picked up the Nihon Wheel out of hatred are like this."

He exhaled heavily, and in a moment, he caught Shi Xuanfei's attention.

"But, Ming Fei, it's not enough to just swing a knife for protection."

"If the reason why you become strong is because of the dangers of the outside world and the protection of others, you might as well think about what will become of you, in case, I mean, if the guardian who carries all your will disappears for various reasons?"

If that happens.

Regardless of whether the reason is because of yourself or not, you will blame yourself incomparably!

Then, it collapses with the disappearance of the guardian!

Ignoring Shi Shen's expression that froze because of enlightenment, Purgatory Maki Jurou got up, and his upper body completely disappeared into the shadow of the screen.

His eyes fell on the eldest son's orange-red broken hair in the courtyard, and he couldn't help laughing, but with a little self-deprecation!

"Ming Fei, ah......"