Ghost Slayer Blacksmith's Self-Cultivation

"Boy, can I borrow a fire?"

The old man behind him said something neither humble nor overbearing, which made Zhuxiong even more puzzled.

"When is the old man? Not yet..."

Zhuxiong glanced at the old man behind him, turned around involuntarily, and slashed at the old man with a rotary knife.

"Old man, be careful!"

"Crack!"

The slender pipe easily blocked the menacing sword glow, and Takeo couldn't help being surprised, this old man seemed to have a lot of background.

"Clang clang clang!"

With only a slender pipe, the old man easily defuses Takeo's several attacks.

Feeling the shock from the collision of the bamboo knife, Takexiong looked at the sloppy old man in surprise. This old man is so powerful.

"brush!"

Under the high-speed collision between the pipe and the blade, a spark appeared.

"Stop hitting, stop hitting, let me smoke."

The old man stepped aside calmly and began to smoke on his own.

"Let's go, let's go!"

When the members of the church saw the old man inhaling smoke, they all evacuated collectively like a cat seeing a mouse.

Because they all knew that the smoker, Takuya Huo, was going to get serious.

At this moment, only an old man dressed in rags and Takeo, whose body was uncontrollable and in a daze, remained in the huge square.

"Boy, is this knife yours?"

The old man sat beside the stone pier, took a deep breath, and took a long time to spit out a mouthful of white mist.

"Old man, I blamed you wrongly, quickly help me stop this strange knife!"

Just as Zhuxiong was talking, he held a bamboo knife and chopped towards the stone pier where the old man was.

"Buzz!"

Zhuxiong's tiger's mouth was shaking for a while, and what shocked him even more was that the old man hovered the crazy bamboo knife with only two fingers.

The bamboo knife seemed to be stuck in the crevice of the stone, unable to move.

The old man then knocked the ash in the pipe aside, and reached out to snatch the bamboo knife from Takexiong's hand.

The originally cloudy eyes became more and more bright at this moment. The old man felt the texture of the sword body and nodded several times in a row.

On the other hand, Zhuxiong fell down on the ground, panting and looking at the messy scene, swallowed involuntarily.

"Young man, what's your name, this knife is too deep, you can't control it."

The old man looked at the bamboo knife in his hand and said to Zhuxiong seriously, as if he intended to keep it in his pocket.

Seeing that Zhuxiong didn't speak, he immediately took out an old sack and was about to put it in.

"Old man, this bamboo knife belongs to my friend, it's not natural for you to go along like this."

"Who are you talking about? Are you talking about me? Are you kidding me that an old man can take your knife?"

Takeo: "..."

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Seeing that the old man's face is neither red nor out of breath, and his expression is calm, Zhuxiong can't wait to go up and slap the old man.

The old man's hands were not idle at all, he picked up the matchbox that fell on the ground, and was about to leave with the big sack on his shoulders.

"Grandpa Fire!"

A beautiful figure ran over, and Takeo looked up and saw that it was Chuansumi Mai.

"Hey! The girl still remembers me as a bad old man."

The old man paused when he heard the words, and looked at Chuansumi Mai and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

"Time really makes people old! When I left, you were still a little girl. I didn't expect to grow so big. Girl, the longer you grow, the more juicy you are."

"Come here, let grandpa give you a hug!"

The old man put down the sack in his hand and greeted Mai Kawasumi.

Zhuxiong couldn't help curling his lips and thought, "Old man, you really dare to go to the ground!"

Chuansumi Mai was also amused by the old man, "Grandpa Huo has been so many years, and he still loves to take advantage."

"Oh, you little girl is still shy!"

Zhu Xiong really couldn't help it anymore, this old man is clearly relying on the old to sell the old, he is a stinky hooligan!

"Girl, your Grandpa Huo was too hasty on the way here, and he didn't bring you any presents."

Speaking of which, the old man took out a bamboo knife from the sack and gave it to Chuansumi Mai.

When Zhuxiong saw the old man's coquettish operation, he called out to the experts, "This operation is absolutely amazing!"

Seeing that the bamboo knife had returned to its original owner, Zhuxiong let him go. After all, he couldn't beat it again and again. Although the old man was a bit rascal, he did have two brushes.

"Grandpa Huo, you suddenly appeared here, do you have something very important to tell my father?"

Chuansumi Wu said seriously, the old man lit his pipe, took a few puffs with his head sullen, and said with a sigh: "There are 450 people in Luofang Village in the suburbs, and none of the six people survived."

"what!"

Zhuxiong couldn't help gasping, and couldn't help but recall the tragic scene of his mother's Kuizhi being swallowed by evil spirits.

"Is it a ghost!"

Zhuxiong grabbed the old man's shoulders and forced to ask, his tone was visibly trembling, and his eyes seemed to be red with anger.

"Hmm! Yes, it's an evil ghost, and it's not an ordinary ghost."

The old man took a deep drag on his cigarette, nodded heavily and agreed.

"Although there were no survivors of the evil spirits that appeared in Luofang Village, the crows sent by the ghost killing team still recorded them."

"But by the time I arrived, all of them had turned into evil spirits. We were still too late, I..."

Seeing the old man's gradually choking words, Zhuxiong couldn't help but tears welled up in his eyes.

Looking at the old man in tattered clothes again, Zhu Xiong's tall and tall image gradually became tougher.

This sloppy old man in front of him is not a rascal.

That was the strong man who was fought among a hundred evil spirits just now, and he was not wearing a red robe at all, but clothes soaked in the blood of evil spirits.

"Sorry, old man, I'm sorry!"

Takexiong couldn't help feeling a little guilty in his heart, not knowing how to express his apology and ignorance.

Zhuxiong understood in his heart that the old man's bohemianism was just to cover up the true emotion of sadness in his heart.

"Grandpa Huo, please follow me. I will tell my father about this immediately."

As Chuansumi Wu said, he put the bamboo knife in his hand into the scabbard, and pulled Grandpa Huo to pass through a small path in the church.

Zhuxiong couldn't help admiring the two people in front of him. The two people, who were half a lifetime apart in age, both had a long-cherished wish to get rid of all evil spirits in the world.

But just when Takeo wanted to go together, he was stopped by the old man.

"Don't follow that young man. This is not a joke. If you are not careful, you will die!"

The old man didn't actually look down on Zhuxiong, but Zhuxiong didn't practice breathing techniques at first glance, and he needed a separate person to take care of him when encountering evil spirits. He really didn't want to bring a mop bottle.

"Old man, who do you look down on?"

When the words came to his lips, seeing Kawasumi Mai's anxious expression, Takeo simply shut up. After all, this kind of incident where the village is collectively attacked by evil spirits cannot be delayed for too long.

"Okay, I know."

Zhuxiong nodded when he heard the words, turned and left.

It's just that he had just walked a few steps when he suddenly remembered that he hadn't cleaned up the mess just now.

I don't know how the head pastor will feel when he hears this, and Takeo himself doesn't know whether he can survive the sun tomorrow.