Wisteria flower girl

It was noon when the train reached the town.

The noon sun was scorching, and the moment the grandpa and grandson stepped out of the carriage, the heat was so hot that they were about to melt.

The transportation in the small town is not as convenient as in the big cities, and there are only a few rickshaws parked outside the train station to solicit passengers.

There were a lot of passengers on this train, and because the sun was too high, everyone rushed to take a rickshaw with a tent for shade. The grandpa and grandson couldn't grab the others, so they had no choice but to walk back.

All the way under the scorching sun, and there was no vegetation to shade the roadside, Wisteria Ji's body was a little weak, and after walking halfway, her eyes gradually lost sight of the road in front of her.

But this is not her problem, but the body of Wisteria Sangshima seems to be unable to get too much sun, commonly known as heat stroke.

She thought that only ghosts were afraid of the sun. It turned out that the human body should not be exposed to the sun for too long, otherwise various bad symptoms would appear.

For example, even though she drank a lot of water, her skin was still dry and red, her eyes were dizzy and her chest was tight.

"Wisteria, try to adjust your breathing." Sangshima Cigoro told Ziteng Ji to stop, and said, "When breathing, first move your chest and then your abdomen, first go forward and then reverse, and silently say shh, heh, hu, 嬷, blow, hee one after another. .”

Wisteria Ji followed Kuwashima Cigoro's instructions, and sure enough, after adjusting her breathing, she immediately stopped feeling uncomfortable, and her whole body felt comfortable, and her blood flowed smoothly.

"Grandpa, I'm better. What's your method?" Wisteria Ji asked.

No wonder my grandfather is over 70 years old, and his body is still so strong. The extraordinary breathing method may have the effect of prolonging life.

Unexpectedly, just after she asked the question, Sang Dao Ci Wulang not only did not praise her for being eager to learn, but also raised his crutches and knocked on the top of her head: "I took you to the city for a few days, and I forgot the basics of breathing that this old man taught you!" Looks like you'll have to review all the basics when you go back."

who knows……

Who knows what the original owner Wisteria Sangshima has learned.

The specific content of the entire breathing system is too complicated. Even if she inherited the memory of Wisteria Kuangshima, Ji Fuji couldn't recall it at all.

The cane hit her so hard that her mind began to faint again.

There are still five miles away from home. The breathing method taught by my grandfather is certainly useful, but Wisteria cannot always maintain it.

So she took out a haori from the cloth bag and covered it over her head to keep out the sun, and tied the luggage around her shoulders with a rope.

Seeing that she made himself like this, Kuwashima Jigoro didn't say anything to her, he just sighed and shook his head, wondering if there was a problem with his granddaughter's rebellious education.

When passing by the small market closest to the village, passers-by cast strange glances at Wisteria Ji.However, she herself didn't realize it, and still went her own way.

The whispers of the passers-by made Sang Dao Cigoro ashamed, and the prosthetic limb on his right leg was not working well, and he walked like a duck while leaning on a cane. Others thought it was weird for the grandpa and grandson to walk together.

"Wisteria, don't use your coat to shade the sun, how can you be so delicate as a swordsman." Kuwashima Jigoro finally couldn't help talking about her.

"Without an umbrella, I'm afraid my skin will turn dark, so my sweetheart won't like me." Wisteria Ji only cared about whether she was exposed to the sun, and she didn't pay much attention to what other people thought or said.

Hearing her mention of her sweetheart, the only thing Sangshima Cigoro thinks of is his disciple, my wife Shanyi.

Shanyi and the two children, Ziteng, got close, and held hands when they came out of the trial forest. Presumably, they should be in the sweetness of childhood.

Oh, it's nice to be young.

Kuwashima Jigoro glanced at the stalls in the market, and locked his eyes on a place to buy umbrellas, where he bought an oil-paper umbrella with cherry blossoms painted on it for Wisteria Ji.

Wisteria Ji took the umbrella, said "Thank you, Grandpa" and took off the haori that was on top of her head. She was worried that Grandpa would also be uncomfortably exposed to the scorching sun, so she quickly walked a few steps to his side to hold an umbrella for him.

Fortunately, the umbrella is very big, neither of them is strong, and the umbrella is enough to block the sun.

"What a good boy."

Kuwashima Cigoro secretly sighed from the bottom of his heart, suddenly his eyes became moist, the journey home was so short and so long.

He couldn't help thinking of his own children who died tragically, and the two grandchildren who died in childhood.

In order to eliminate the ancestor of oni, Oni Tsuji Mumi, the ancestors passed down the breath of thunder from generation to generation.

However, except for the first-generation breath of thunder user, the successors of the descendants are unable to exhaust their means, resulting in heavy casualties in every battle with the winding ghost.

Now that Mingzhu and Leizhu of the Ghost Killing Team are absent, Sangshima Jigoro pins his hopes on the three disciples.

So far, he is most optimistic about my wife Shanyi. Although this child is timid and afraid of death, his real strength cannot be underestimated.

Followed by Yue Yue, he has mastered all sword skills and is a good successor.

The third is wisteria, guessing from her childhood experience, two different extremes may appear at any time.

Before they knew it, the grandpa and grandson had returned to the mansion of Sang Dao's family.

The first time Wisteria Ji found a bucket of water and poured it on her body, so as to cool off her sun-burned skin, went back to her room to dry her hair and changed into a suit of clothes.

There was no one in the big and empty room, she went to look at the room of Yanyue and Shanyi, and found that Huangyue was not there, and my wife Shanyi was sleeping under the covers.

At this time, Kuwashima Jigoro also followed. He seemed to have some plan, so he came here specifically to find my wife Zenyi.

"Where is Senior Brother Yan Yue?" Wisteria Ji asked.She hasn't seen him for many days, so she will inevitably pay more attention to him.

"Before we set off for Kyoto Prefecture, he was called to do the mission, so don't worry about him." Sangshima Cigoro said.

"What's the mission?" Ji Teng continued to ask.

"When you pass the final selection and join the Ghost Killing Team, the higher-ups will arrange for the swordsmith village to forge the sun-shaped knives for the new team members, and then go home and wait for the task from the master." As he spoke, he opened the door of my wife Shanyi. Quilt.

My wife Shanyi huddled under the quilt, her body trembling constantly.

"Grandpa, I'm dying..." My wife Shanyi turned over, his face flushed and his lips turned white.

Wisteria Ji touched my wife Shanyi's forehead with the back of her hand, her forehead was as hot as a freshly baked egg, even his breath was hot.

"Let senior brother rest, his forehead is so hot." She immediately found a thick quilt from the closet and covered my wife Shanyi.

Cigoro Kuwashima was also sitting next to my wife Shanyi, feeling his pulse like a senior Chinese doctor.

In the end, he came to the conclusion: "Shan Yi has the same heatstroke as you but it is more serious than you. Go and get your brother's anti-fever medicine for him, and gather at the training site in three hours."

medicine?Where is the medicine?

She recalled desperately, but she couldn't remember where to put it, and she was too embarrassed to ask grandpa, so she could only bite the bullet and say to find it.

When I returned, I didn't find the medicine of Wisteria Ji, but I brought the boiled kettle.

When the kettle was cool enough to be warm, she asked my wife Shanyi to lean against her, and then directly picked up the spout of the kettle and poured water for my wife Shanyi to drink.

Ton ton ton ton ton.

After several gulps, my wife Shanyi's belly stretched slightly.

He was in an unconscious state, anyway, he would instinctively drink whatever was poured for him, and he didn't realize that he had finished drinking a large pot of plain water.

An hour later, my wife Shanyi finally woke up.

He was awakened by the desire to urinate.

Three hours later, he ran to the latrine at least ten times. Since the latrine was so far away from his room, running back and forth made him sweat all over, and his fever miraculously subsided.

It's just that the legs are weak and the kidneys are weak.

However, my wife Shanyi was dragged to the training place by Wisteria before she had time to rest.

In the evening, the sky turned cloudy, and there was a breeze blowing in the open space. Cigoro Sangdao had been waiting here for a long time.

"From today onwards, I will give you strict hell-style special training. Even if you can't kill the ghost on the Fujishi mountain, you must survive those seven days." For this year's final selection, Sangshima Jigoro has worked hard.

This is not only his job as a trainer, but also related to the succession of the entire Ghost Killing Team.

As long as Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi is still alive in this world, they will have to work a hundred times and a thousand times. He believes that one day they will be able to give an explanation to those who died innocently.

"No! You just got home, don't you need to rest?" My wife Shanyi raised her hand.No one needs special training just after the fever goes down, at least give people a chance to breathe.

"You can't die with this level of training. If you persevere, you will always understand the painstaking efforts of the old man." After speaking, Sangshima Jigoro turned to Wisteria Ji and asked, "How many days has Wisteria not slept?"

Just as Wisteria Ji was about to speak honestly, my wife Shanyi winked at her.

"Just... just the night before last." Wisteria Ji corrected herself.

In fact, she hadn't slept at night since the day she took the train to Kyoto Prefecture, and she didn't sleep the night she took the train from Kyoto Prefecture to the small town.

Wisteria Ji almost lived a life upside down day and night, and she used to have almost that kind of work and rest time.

"The ghosts in the small town will come and go on the winding night. It just so happens that tonight is the last night. The old man wants you to go out and experience a wave." With so much foreshadowing ahead, Sang Dao Cigoro elicited his plans and intentions.

When my wife Shanyi heard this, her body shook, she rolled her eyes, and fell straight backwards.

He looked at the colorful clouds in the sky, and his heart was extremely peaceful at this moment.

After tonight, he might be about to meet King Yama.I am afraid that I will never come back to this wave of experience that grandpa said.

Seeing that my wife Shanyi was in a slump, Kuwashima Jigoro directly grabbed his collar and pulled him up, and slapped him a few times, so my wife Shanyi's left and right cheeks evenly had a few red palm prints. .

"Even your junior sister is not afraid, you are a senior brother who is afraid of ghosts!" Sang Dao Cigoro scolded him severely.

It really is "Grandpa Hell", who taught his disciples mercilessly and even drove them to death.

Wisteria Ji is also afraid, but she is even more afraid of being beaten by her grandpa.

"But, if we are eaten by ghosts, will it be dangerous..." She knew that no matter what she said, she would not change Grandpa's decision, but she still had to fight for it.

"You all underestimate yourselves. A person can display super perseverance in a state of extreme fatigue." Kuwashima Jigoro loosened my wife Shanyi's collar and encouraged them:

"Theory and usual training can only be said on paper, but to truly become a qualified swordsman, one must gain a wealth of actual combat experience."

My wife Shanyi was spread out in large characters on the ground, like a salted fish that had lost its dream.

Kuwashima Cigoro ignored him for the time being, took off the saber at his waist, handed it to Zi Teng Ji, and said, "You should take this sun-wheel saber with you first, and only draw it when it is in danger."

This sun wheel knife has made many achievements with Sangshima Jigoro, and it has been stained with a lot of ghost blood. It has been rusted at home for more than ten years, and is waiting for his heir to consecrate it again.

A blunt knife is superfluous for cutting vegetables, let alone cutting ghosts, are you sure it can really save your life?

Although she was skeptical about Grandpa's Japanese Japanese sword, Ji Fuji tied the knife firmly to her waist.As for Shanyi, he already has a knife, I don't know if his knife is good or not.

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As night fell, the doors of every house in the town were closed.

On the empty street, two weak, pitiful, and helpless figures walked.

The half-curved moon cast faint moonlight on the ground, and the cold wind gusts behind the two brothers and sisters.

The rats crossing the street flashed back and forth among the garbage dumps, scaring them into panic. They hid in an alley, tore off the big carp banner that someone else hung outside the store, and covered themselves completely with it.

"There's no one in Hei, why don't we go back, Junior Sister." Before the battle started, my wife Shanyi retreated.

No, he didn't want to come, and the risk of this operation was beyond his acceptable range.

"I also want to go back, but once we go back, grandpa will punish us not to eat for three days, and we will be beaten up by grandpa. It will be even worse then." Wisteria is more afraid of grandpa than ghosts.After all, she is also a monster that can only eat people, so she is almost the same kind as them.

Although I can't beat them...

On the other side is the hell grandfather who beats people so painfully, and on this side is the ghost who eats people and does not put salt. My wife Shanyi is in a dilemma. She can only shrink under the carp flag, praying that the ghosts haunting the street will not find them.

"If you feel scared, talk more, those ghosts may not appear." Wisteria Ji suggested.

"But, what should I say?" Hearing my junior sister's soft voice, my wife Shanyi's body stopped shaking a little.

What should I talk about?It is better to ask some difficult questions. When people enter the state of serious thinking, it is easy to divert their attention, and they will no longer have the energy to be afraid of this and that.

Wisteria Ji suddenly thought of one, moved closer to my wife Shanyi, and whispered in his ear: "Do you know what the most perfect state of breathing in the complete concentration is?"

My wife Shanyi really fell into thinking, and after thinking for a while, she replied: "...I remember hearing from my grandfather that when our full concentration of breathing reaches the highest level, the nasal breath gradually slows down and even tends to disappear, which is the so-called fetal breath. .”

"What is fetal breath?"

"Fetal breath is like a fetus in the mother's womb. In a state of no mind, no thought, no desire and no perception, the breath returns to the void." My wife Shanyi lowered her head and sighed: "But people who can reach this state probably It's close to being a god."

Wisteria Ji seemed to understand and didn't seem to understand, the swordman's breathing method was very different from the monster's cultivation method.

A demon needs to absorb the essence in order to transform into a realm. Only when the realm of transformation reaches at least the third stage can it transform into a god, and it is very easy to lose power during the stage of transforming into a god, so many demons will die during this period.

Even if one is lucky enough to succeed in trance, it will take a long time until the day of transformation, and after taking shape, one still has to face various accidents and risks from the outside world.

I don't know what happened to the sun wheel?Is it safe to go through the transformation period?If successful, where is it?

In other words, the first Japanese sword of the Demon Killing Team was forged from its body, and it has long since ceased to exist...

How sad, her best friend, the big steel stone who talks to her every day, has gone through untold hardships and finally turned into a human object.

Wisteria Ji took the sun wheel knife from her grandfather from her waist, and hugged it tightly, holding it as if she was lying on a big steel stone made her feel at ease.

"It seems that there are still prey delivered to the door tonight."

During the short period of their silence, the carp streamers draped over their bodies were torn into pieces, and both of them were dragged out of the alley by an inexplicable external force.

Facing the moonlight, one could clearly see two grinning male ghosts smiling at them.

The two male ghosts looked exactly the same, and they should have been twins during their lifetime.The body is the same as that of ordinary humans, with four legs and four arms, and the two hands and feet of the younger brother and elder brother are connected to each other.

What my wife Shanyi feared finally happened.

"I'm going to die... I'm definitely going to die..." My wife Shanyi stared at the two male ghosts, their appearance was really frightening, and he passed out immediately after being extremely frightened.

Ji Tengji panicked and shook his body desperately: "Senior brother Shanyi, get up quickly!"

Don't get dizzy at the critical moment!

Facing the ghosts that are attacking step by step, Ji Teng can't control my wife Shanyi anymore.

She subconsciously pulled the Sun Wheel Knife out of the scabbard, clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, closed her eyes and slammed towards the two twin male ghosts, and slashed at them more than ten times with all her strength.

However, nothing happened.

Seeing her clumsy swing of the knife, the two ghost brothers faced each other and laughed a few times.

"Boss, this man's blood smells good. I haven't smelled such a good smell of blood for many years." The twin brothers were gearing up and grinning obscenely: "Hehehe, and she's still a girl who hasn't been out of the cabinet. Blood tastes better to me."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and eat before talking, don't be seen by other ghosts who rushed over." The twin brother told him to cheer up.

Wisteria Ji froze, her body was uncontrollably fixed in place for some reason, and she kept her original posture and couldn't move, let alone scream.

Seeing them getting closer and closer, I wanted to die, but the next moment the twin brother suddenly stopped approaching, his pupils continued to dilate due to fear, and shouted at the younger brother: "Second brother, go, we can't get close to her!"

"What's the matter, boss, I don't want to change my mind temporarily." The twin brother didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, and continued to drag the twin brother forward.

"Hurry up, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

With a tearing cry, the twin brother's flesh and blood were instantly blown away, even the head was no exception, so that only half of his face was in a pool of blood, and a round eyeball rolled to the twin brother's feet.

Wisteria Ji was dazed and confused.

Self-explosion?

Such a horrifying scene was not only caused by the twin brother, the hands and feet connecting the twin brother to his brother were also severed, turning into a puddle of flesh and blood inexplicably.

In an instant, the twin brothers hugged their heads and knelt down, and the voice that made all the ghosts jump in their hearts sounded in their brains——

"There is no need to use my blood for disobedient ghosts."

Unexpectedly, the twin brothers burst into tears, knelt on the ground and kowtowed in all directions, and continued to kowtow until their heads were bleeding.

"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Please forgive me once! Please forgive me once!"

"I told you again and again, did you listen carefully to what I said when I gave you ghost blood?"

No matter how many times the twin brother said sorry, the adult's voice still echoed in his head over and over again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

When the twin brother finally called out the adult's name, he, like the twin brother, exploded on the spot, leaving only blood-stained clothes on the ground.

The author has something to say:

80% of the ghosts were killed by Wu Mi, and 80% of the people wanted to become ghosts voluntarily.