The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

"Grandpa, I brought someone here."

"Well, thank you, Youmu."

It was a voice no different from that of an ordinary old man, except that within that ordinary old age, there was a trace of the power of time.

The appearance of Soul Soul Yaoji looks slightly different from the kind of fairy-like elder Wu Ye imagined, and there is not much intimidating oppression in his ordinary eyes.

His long white hair was simply tied up with a rope, and the half-spirit beside him was much larger than Youmu's, wearing a green and white orthodox kendo hakama.

He sat there quietly. Although the hands holding the teacup were old, the control of strength was extremely stable, but the wrinkles on his face really made people wonder if he could still hold a sword?

The appearance of the soul monster obviously surprised Wu Ye, after all, among all the monsters he has seen so far, the only one whose appearance age matches his actual age.

There seems to be an unwritten rule in Gensokyo, no matter how old youkai are, they all maintain their youthful appearance. Of course, this may have something to do with them being female.

Not only monsters, but even the gods Wu Ye had seen were like this. Because of this, he was very surprised when he saw the soul monster today.

He had always thought that the person who would teach him would be a handsome young man with outstanding appearance. After all, analyzing from Youmeng, her grandfather would not be too frustrated when he was young, so Wu Ye was very jealous at this time, ah, bah, It's a stomachache.

But now there is no problem, Soul Yaoji is a guy who is so old that he doesn't even know if he can pick up a knife, which makes Wu Ye's slight unhappiness disappear in an instant.

This is an honest man!

Wu, who has been deceived countless times by a certain group of monsters so far, couldn't help expressing deep emotion.

"Well, is this the person Yakumo Zi-sama introduced?"

When Wu Ye was thinking about flying around, Soul Soul's jealous eyes had gradually shifted to him.

"Is that you? A human who wants to learn swordsmanship from this old man."

Chapter 3 Boy, you are still too sweet

"Is that you? A human who wants to learn swordsmanship from this old man."

"Uh, yes, yes! Takasaka Takeya, please give me your advice!"

Waking up from the wild thoughts, Takeya subconsciously stood up straight, and the movement of standing in a military posture made Youmeng and Reimu stunned for a while.

"Well, the voice sounds quite energetic. It is indeed the person introduced by Master Yakumo Zi. This old man is the soul demon."

Nodding his head as if satisfied with Wu Ye, Soul Yaoji slowly drank the tea in the cup before saying:

"Looking at you, I can't help but think of the old man when he was young, majestic."

"Ahaha, really, really?"

The ghostly praise Wu also scratched his hair in embarrassment.

"Since it was introduced by that lord, and lord Youyouzi also agreed, the old man naturally has no reason to refuse, but there are some things that need to be explained in advance."

The bogey's words made Wu Ye's relaxed body tense again.

"The swordsmanship used by the old man is the swordsmanship passed down from generation to generation by the soul family. If you are not a member of the family, you are not allowed to teach it."

"Is that right?"

"Well, that means unless Youmu marry you, there is no way to teach you this kind of swordsmanship."

"Uh……"

"Grandpa, what are you talking about!"

The astonishing words of Yaoji instantly ushered in Youmeng's shameful and angry protest, and Takeya immediately gave his own reply after a brief moment of stupefaction.

"Ah, that, although I am very grateful for your kindness, but after all, I am a human being, so I may not be able to accept it from the perspective of race..."

"Why do you say it as if I was dumped by you!"

Staring at Takeya viciously, Yomu seems to be about to draw his sword from the movement of his hands.

"Well, that's the case, that's a pity, the old man originally wanted you and Youmu to inherit the mission of the soul family and serve Lord Yuyuko."

Without the slightest sloppiness, just like a random proposal just now, Soul Yaoji casually gave up the idea just now.

"In that case, the old man has no choice but to teach you another kind of swordsmanship."

"Since there are other options, I should have said it first..."

"Don't be impatient, young man. Old people are justly forgiven for forgetting things now and then."

Different from the first impression, the attitude of Hunpo Yaoji towards others is completely different from that of her granddaughter Yaomeng, she is quite kind, so kind that one may even think that he is a little demented...

"Although the old man practices the soul master's swordsmanship, he has also dabbled in other swordsmanship. One of them is the move called 'Yan Hui' that he learned from a master swordsman."

"Oh! Although it seems to be a subtle and familiar trick, but the name sounds so handsome!"

"That's right. This is the secret sword to set foot in the highest realm. Even the planes in the sky can be easily shot down when practiced to the peak."

"Fly, plane...?"

Hearing this, the corner of Wu Ye's mouth twitched, this guy can't really be dementia, right?

"Grandpa, it's not an airplane but a bird."

Seeing that the topic of her grandfather had gone off the rails strangely, Youmu held her forehead helplessly, her eyes unconsciously fell on a black heavy machine in the corner of the room.

That is the machine that Yuyuko asked his friend Yakumo Zi to move from the outside world. It is said that it is a device called "TV". up.