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The night gradually enveloped the headquarters of the Ghost Killing Squad, and the cool wind blew past. The coachman standing beside the three of them even held his breath, not daring to intervene in their words.

The blond young man brushed his hair that was blown to his neck by the wind, then turned his head to Purgatory Xingshourou and said, "I haven't seen Yiyong for a long time, I'm going to disturb them today."

Yanzhu didn't feel embarrassed about being rejected at all, he raised his big arm, mobilizing the flame-patterned haori, "Hmm, then Tomioka wants to treat Hongxiang well."

The black-haired youth didn't reply, but nodded seriously.

The flesh-colored young man patted Tomioka Giyuu on the back, "Others won't understand what you mean if you don't say it."

Yoshiyuki Tomioka's expression seldom changes, even if there is, it is the kind of arc that is so subtle that you can only see it with a microscope, how can ordinary people see it clearly.

Shui Zhu, who was slapped on the back, was a little puzzled, but he still spoke to Yan Zhu, "I will entertain... He Hui."

Having decided on the place to stay tonight, Hong Xiang said goodbye to Purgatory Kyojuro, and then followed Tomioka Yoshiyuki and Sato to Shuizhu's mansion.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki became Shuizhu two years ago, just as the Shuihu trio also felt that their actions were too frequent, and the dormitory was not together. Every time they went out to perform tasks in a hurry, they would disturb their roommates, so they moved out of the main house , lived in the exclusive house of [Zhu].

The mansion owned by the members of the pillar class is very large, and the back/courtyard and front yard are all available. The Mizuho trio don’t like overly gorgeous decorations and noisy environments, so they kept the ordinary Japanese-style decoration at the beginning, and declined. The service of servants.

The mansion is large, more than enough for three people to live in.If you want to make any changes, you can decorate it yourself in your own room.

For example, Zhenzhu placed a bookshelf in her room to display some medical books.

When he was still training under Lintaki Zuojin, Yiyong was a person who had no idea, or his small voice would be suppressed by Hehui and Sato.

Shuizhu's mansion is not far from the headquarters, and the three of them arrived within ten minutes after walking.

A thin layer of dust has accumulated on the doorknob because I haven't been home all year round.Tomioka Yoshiyuki withdrew his hand to open the door, looked at the smear of dust on his white palm, and fell into deep thought.

Neither he nor Sato had bought furniture. After all, in a Japanese-style house, a quilt can accommodate people.

So here comes the question, will there be extra pajamas, a change of clothes and quilts in a house where no one else has stayed in the house for two years.

The misty blue eyes were a little broken, Tomioka Yoshiyuki was immersed in his own world.

Sato, who had been with him all year round, sighed, and patted Shui Zhu again, knocking his soul back into his body.

"Of course there is a change of clothes and quilts. Open the door quickly."

What should I do if I wash the usual household items without replacements?

Hongxiang really didn't expect Yiyong to be troubled by this, so he couldn't hold back a "puchi" laugh.

"Then why did you invite me to stay here? If you really don't have these things, I will knock on the door of Undead River or Purgatory in the middle of the night."

Not sarcasm, but understanding with good intentions.The blond-haired young man's eyes narrowed, and even a few tears of laughter welled up from the corners of his eyes.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki, as always, didn't make any expressions or answers, just the back view leading the way, no matter how you look at it, you feel lonely.

Hong Xiang, who was walking beside Satu, made a gesture of the height and shape of himself and the people around him, "No matter how bad it is, I can wear Satu's clothes."

The flesh-colored young man had a long scar at the corner of his mouth that extended to his cheek. At first glance, he looked like Immortal Kawasami, a bit scary and frightening.But once Satu loosened his brows and didn't tighten them, the outline of the whole face became gentler, without the slightest coldness before.

"Indeed, we have the same body shape." Outside of hunting ghosts, Sato has always been soft, but he only showed his most honest side to a few people.

When passing by the courtyard, Hong Xiang looked at the open space and wooden stakes in the center.

"There's still a training ground..." the blond young man whispered, with some emotion in his tone.

The members of the Ghost Killing Squad are indeed very strict with themselves.

But as soon as the words came out, the atmosphere of the two people around them suddenly changed.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki lowered his head, and the tiger's mouth in the palm of his hand began to ache faintly.

Satoshi also clenched his hands, a hint of disappointment flashed across his wisteria-colored eyes, and he quickly returned to his previous gentleness, "He Hui, why don't you try to play two games with us?"

The flesh-colored young man raised his eyes and looked at the blond young man beside him.

Hong Xiang looked at the training ground, then at the two of them, and pointed to himself, "Practice?"

Sabito nodded.

The blond youth tilted his head in doubt, "Using a knife?"

"There is a wooden knife, just click as far as you can."

Hong Xiang: But I don't know sword skills!I have never learned kendo either!

Yiyong turned around, and his misty blue pupils directly reflected into the blue eyes of the blond youth, and that vague expectation seemed to be infinitely magnified under the moonlight.

His Majesty swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, "...Okay."

In this era, Hong Xiang actually killed many ghosts with a knife.But if you really want to discuss swordsmanship, it can be said that this is a complete layman.

The blond young man held the knife with both hands, recalling the kendo reference photo he saw a long time ago.

Straighten your body, keep your back straight, your arms straight, your right hand on top, and the tiger's mouth is close to the handle of the knife, hold it firmly, the angle should not be too low, it should be between the eyes...

"Yes, that's the posture." Saito dragged down Haori, wearing only a black Demon Slayer Squad uniform, looked at the blond-haired youth's posture, and nodded in praise.

——Do you really have no memory at all? This posture is exactly the same as He Hui in the past.

At this time, Japan's kendo was not yet unified, and the kendo families also focused on the schools of practice, and their postures were not as consistent as those of later generations.Of course, the kendo postures of later generations in Japan have absorbed the strengths of hundreds of schools and integrated the essence of all remaining schools, and there is no difference at all.

Sato also raised a wooden knife and stood on the opposite side of Hong Xiang.The flesh-colored young man closed his eyes and posed in a posture similar to that of Hong Xiang. When he opened his eyes again, a solemn air rushed over his face.

"Then, He Hui, I'm going to go."

Sato said that "want to go" means "go to go", and he would not give others any time to react.

With his toes close to the ground, he moved his feet as if gliding, and quickly rushed towards the front of Hongxiang!

Where is [dot to end] here?This is [Desperate Fighting]!

The khaki wooden knife was getting closer and closer to Hongxiang's eyes. The blond young man didn't have the heart to maintain any posture anymore. He took a step back straight with his right foot, and while keeping his upper body unchanged, he waited for Satu's attack. The knife slid back when it was only an inch away from the eyes.

It was too late when Sato realized that he had changed his saber technique. His first slash had already been slashed against Hongxiang's face, and he had to re-arrange his posture before he could start the next slash.

Hong Xiang was still thinking about the etiquette of kendo at this time. After all, kendo is more important [ritual] than [Tao], and when the blow is over, both sides will stop and start again.

But he thought too much.

Sato's swiping knife didn't stop, and when he was chopping through the facade of Hongxiang, the flesh-colored young man bent his upper body slightly, and slashed down while maintaining a slanted posture!

"Waterwheel, the second type of "Breathe of Water"! "

Tomioka Yoshiyuki, who was on the sidelines, didn't even blink his eyes, and stared straight at the movements of the two, not letting go of the slightest gap.

This is a roundabout slash that requires all the strength of the whole body, and only Sato can do it halfway through the previous swing.

White waves rolled over the knife. It was obviously just a wooden knife, but under the light of the water blade, the trajectory of the metal blade could be seen abruptly.

Although Hongxiang invited his predecessor Shuizhu Lintaki Zuo Jin to come out of the mountain to teach him, he did not learn "Water Breathing" systematically.But his learning ability is very strong, and his five senses are too sharp. After knowing the principle of breathing method, Hong Xiang will know how to use breathing method and swordsmanship.

Some of them are incomplete, but a few moves of "Breath of Flame", "Breath of Thunder", and "Breath of Wind" have been learned by Hongxiang.

Not only is it really seen, but even the imagination that was unrealizable in the past is worth trying.

Try it.

Corresponding to water, it transforms the fire of dead energy in the body into rain attribute.

Then borrow Peng Lie Yushou's moves.

The first type of "Shiyu Cangyanliu" offensive——

The water flow entwined on Hong Xiang's wooden knife and floated up. The blond young man picked up the wooden knife with his right hand and slashed the water blade towards the spinning [waterwheel]!

"—Axle Rain!"

Sato was obviously caught off guard. Under the counterattack of [Axle Rain], the flesh-colored young man was forced to stop, but he quickly adjusted his breathing, and the wooden knife changed from a roundabout slash to a continuous slash.

""Water Breathing" Four Types Hit Ushio! "

The hair of the blond young man seemed to be covered with water droplets, his blue eyes sank, and he raised his knife.

The blade rolled up the water, Hong Xiang raised his hand, a series of waves scattered in the air, obstructing Sato's sight, making [Strike Tide] chaotic.

""Shiyu Cangyanliu" Defensive Type [-] Reversing Rain! "

The high and upward water flow reached the apex and slanted downward, completely blocking Hongxiang's figure.

Obviously lost his opponent during the battle, but Satu showed a rare smile on the corner of his lips.

Unlike the laughing, which is fully expressed as soon as there is emotion, the flesh-colored young man just raised the corners of his lips, and his gray-purple eyes focused on the water curtain, as if he didn't even notice that he was laughing.

It really is you, He Hui.

Then, I have to be a little more serious.

All of a sudden, the land and vegetation in the courtyard disappeared.There were only two people left standing on top of a wave, and the calm water surface rippled little by little, rippling outward in circles.

The chirping of insects and birds around could not be conveyed, and even the smell was full of cold water vapor, as if Hongxiang had entered a secret room.

A male voice crossed layers of water, with a hint of being blurred by water waves:

"The Twelve Types of "Water Breathing"—"

Tomioka Yoshiyuki's eleventh type [Nagi] is to enter a state that allows himself to enter a state of tranquility and water, and at the same time invalidate all spells that enter the attack range of his own blade.

Type [-] tends to be defensive, while Satu's Type [-] comes from the attack of stormy waves, under the water surface that seems to have no attack power...

Swish!

Huge waves tens of feet high gushed up, and the human figure seemed so small under the tide of nature.The blond young man's field of vision was only the blue and white water curtain, and the sound of swishing flowed layer by layer, almost piercing through his eardrums.

Contrary to the tearing and roaring water, the male voice was so calm.Sato stood upright outside the water roll, whispering the name of his twelve-type moves:

"—Hong."