Stable Polarized Practice

Daojian Fusangshen obtained a human body by relying on the spiritual power of a god judge, and can do what humans can do. Although he has obtained the appearance and body of a human being, the importance of the sword itself cannot be ignored.

Ontology Knife Ontology Knife, after all, carries the word "ontology". If the Ontology Knife is injured, the first person to bear the brunt is the human body that relies on spiritual power to manifest itself. But at the same time, if the Ontology Knife is healed, the wounded flesh The body will also improve relatively.

"That's why I carry the powder stick with me." While patting the cracks on his body with the powder stick, An Ding told the little crow who landed on half of the tree trunk: "I really don't need to find the one called 'Yin'." People help me, and soon I will be able to regain my mobility.”

Even if it was told to a normal person with clear logic, I am afraid that person would not be able to understand the fact that "powdering a sword will make your injury better", so the steady crow obviously didn't understand.

"Gah! Little cat! Injured! Hidden to help!"

"It's really unnecessary!" An Ding couldn't help shedding a drop of sweat. Although Daojian Fusangshen can heal wounds like humans, it is much slower than directly repairing the body sword. If he didn't stay in this mountain, if he was bumped into... Hey, he couldn't stand such a fierce battle again.

"Look, my wound is much better now." Anding pulled back the collar of the hospital gown to signal: "I can move normally now."

But the bird's small head still couldn't understand this statement. The black-feathered bird tilted its head, but understood the words that the knife spirit in front of it seemed to be able to walk by itself, so it "quacked" again:

"Heal! Heal! Follow me down the mountain! Go to the Wisteria Pattern House to recuperate!"

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The old lady of the wisteria pattern family treated me very attentively. I invited a doctor, took a bath, and ate a meal. I also found that the ghost sister brought by Tanjiro turned out to be such a cute girl. My wife Zenyi hugged the quilt happily. Small flowers bloomed.

Although two ribs were broken by Inosuke, seeing such a cute sister Nezuko, even if I have to stay here to recuperate!Maybe I can develop a relationship with Sister Nezuko, maybe I can get married, and then I will have a wife in the future!

"That way, I don't have to envy my little brother anymore!" The blond brother started to fantasize, and the drama in his mind even went to the point where he got married to sister Nidouzi, and the little brother wrote a letter to his girlfriend begging for marriage with envy and hatred. The saliva "hehe" laughed so much that Tanjiro in the next bed felt chills.

"Shan, Shanyi, what's wrong with you?" The man at the kitchen door slipped a drop of cold sweat: "Are you alright?"

"Hey hey, me? Of course I'm fine, I'm fine hey hey——"

Tanjiro: "..."

But Shanyi, it's okay that you, Shi Lezhi, don't look quite like you!

"Huh?" My wife Shanyi, who was hugging the pillow silly, with a rippling face, was suddenly taken aback, turned over and got up.

"Zenyi? What's the matter?" Tanjiro asked suspiciously, he watched the blond boy staring in the direction of the door with a blank expression, and also looked curiously at the tightly closed sliding door:

"Is there anything outside the door?"

"No, it's not." Shanyi covered his ears with one hand, his expression became serious, and he turned his head to listen carefully.

"It seems...the sound of someone knocking on the door?"

……

"knock knock"

After tapping it lightly three times, An Ding took a few steps back, and said with a hesitant expression: "It's so late...is it really okay to disturb others? The master has already fallen asleep, right?"

"Gah! The House of Wisteria Patterns! Rehabilitation! Knock on the door!" The bird's head obviously didn't have these worldly sophistication, and the black bird fluttered its wings twice, urging the wounded Fu Sangshen to knock on the door again:

"The voice is too low! Knock! Knock!"

"But..." An Ding hesitated holding the body knife that was only half repaired. He took a step back with his right foot and wanted to turn around and leave: "I really don't think we should disturb at this time..."

It’s fine for him to find a place to repair his body knife. If it wasn’t for his crows clamoring “Healing! Healing!”, making him tireless in the noise, An Ding wouldn’t have run down the mountain with his half-repaired body knife in his arms— —Of course, there are other reasons too.

——An Ding repaired the knife until his face turned red.

Repairing knives is a very labor-intensive job. Originally, the loss of physical strength in the injured state is more serious, and the injured Fu Sangshen is even less efficient. Therefore, it is so important that someone is willing to repair knives for Fu Sangshen. In Honmaru At that time, everyone was on duty to enter the room. Only Fu Sangshen, who had returned from a serious injury, would bother the lord, and the lord would not do it himself. The lord always asked Foxnosuke to send an acceleration talisman from the castle tower...

Oops, I miss Sougo-kun so much!

An Ding began to miss the captain who was shaking again, and turned around to leave while touching the powder stick in his arms: "I'd better go to the town, there is also a hotel in the town to rest..."

You can also buy two strings of meatballs to restore your physical strength, but An Ding didn't have time to say the last sentence, because the door that was closed just now squeaked and opened a gap.

Behind the gap, a big golden-brown eye blinked, and looked at the stable blue pupil for a few seconds.

"...Huh? Junior brother?"

Anding, who had already turned half her body and was about to leave, froze for a moment.

"Shanyi... senior brother?"

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"But I'm still really worried!"

Qingguang hugged his chest and paced back and forth in the corridor: "Although it's true that An Ding will take revenge if he suffers a loss, it's also true that he will repay the past even more severely if he is injured, but!"

Fu Sangshen, the Dao Dao in the red scarf, couldn't help biting his nails anxiously:

"But An Ding didn't bring a guard with him when he went out to practice! He didn't even wear the saber outfit that we usually equip when we go out to battle. What if An Ding is injured?"

"Um...you shouldn't be so worried, right?" Zeng Mihu, who was dragged to listen to this kind of worry like an old mother, broke out in a cold sweat.

"Yamatomori can also be obtained by yourself, but it takes a little longer... and the possibility of encountering danger in the practice is not so great, right?" Brother Huche scratched his cheek in embarrassment.

His younger brother Urashima Torori had just returned from practicing a month ago, and the process went quite smoothly. Although they were worried about his brother going out, even Hachisuka was not worried about becoming like Kiyomitsu in California.

"Yamato Mori's practice should be..." There should be no problem, but Brother Huche thought about it and still didn't say it.

After all, Yamato Shou'an's practice seems to be a little different. He hasn't come back after almost two years of practice, and Yamaba Kiri Kunihiro, who is also a swordsman, hasn't used it for so long!Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro also took about the same time as the knives, throwing away the sheets in just over a month and coming back heroically!

So why did Yamato Shou'an practice for so long? !A little too different!

Brother Hu Che's eyes drifted for a moment.

So it seems that it is not impossible for such a different Yamato Shou'an to encounter some strange things outside?

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"Eh? It's a familiar smell." Tanjiro sniffed, following behind Zenitsu, whose sight was blocked by the back of his golden head: "Is it a mixture of pig iron and human?"

"It's actually a little brother?" The blond-haired brother decisively pushed open the door, not afraid of the fact that "pulling a girl to get married will be punished", he rushed to the side of the blue-haired boy who looked rather embarrassed, With a nervous face, he asked east and west:

"Junior brother, what happened to you? Why are you injured all over your body? And you are not wearing the uniform of the Demon Killing Squad! Where is your sun wheel knife? Is the injury serious—hey!!!"

Pulling the younger brother's neckline just wanted to see how serious the injury was screaming: "Oh ah ah ah ah !!! A big blood hole! So terrible! Is it really no problem with you?!!!! Can you still stand?! Junior brother, you must not die! What happened to you?! How terrible a ghost is it that can hurt little junior brother like this?!!"

An Ding was speechless after the blond senior brother gave him a barrage of cannonballs: "..."

"Well... Actually, I feel okay, but I'm a little tired (I repaired it myself)." The junior brother with loose hair was a little uncomfortable and pushed away the "salty pig's hand" that was still clutching his neckline, and then answered one by one. Questions from the blond brother Lianzhu:

"I didn't complete the first task I received (Shan Yi: What a horrible first task, even my junior brother couldn't finish it!), I was injured by a ghost like this, and I didn't wear a uniform. The mission requires that the Sun Wheel Knife was smashed by that ghost, although the injury is serious, but if the brother is willing to help, he will recover quickly."

"Hey, I saw it! A big blood hole in the stomach! Wouldn't the internal organs flow out without a bandage?! It's super scary! Can this be considered okay?!! Little brother, you know your injury Ah! The injury is too serious, but you will die—huh?"

Shanyi was stunned for a moment when he realized what his junior brother said in the last sentence, and pointed at himself in confusion: "...me?"

"How can I help?" The blond brother blinked his confused eyes: "If you want to recover quickly, it is more important to see a doctor?"

"No." The blue-haired boy, whose hair was rarely let loose, shook his head, held Shan Yi's hand in the terrified gaze of his back, and solemnly stuffed something into the palm of the senior brother: "There is something Only the senior brother can do the best."

The blue-haired Fu Sangshen opened his sky-blue innocent eyes, earnestly patted the blond brother on the shoulder, untied the knife tied with a dark blue woven rope around his waist, and solemnly handed it to the blond brother who suddenly started to take off. Cold sweat guy:

"Please use the speed of Leizhi's breath to repair the knife, brother."

"..."

Feeling that something was wrong, the blond brother looked down, and there was a round birch-colored cylindrical handle in his hand, and a white soft-haired round head softly sticking to the powder, which looked a little cute...

Baking stick.