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Several reserves who were discussing turned their heads and looked at Zenitsu with evil eyes, especially the man who was hit by the fist, with anger in his eyes, "You want to die, don't you!?"

"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be another loser. Lord Sang Dao is so pitiful. That loser Lu Li can't learn thunder breathing, and you only know one type, hahaha."

Another person said with a smile and a mocking tone.

Zenitsu was filled with anger, and he didn't care about the opponent's large number of people, and rushed forward to fight with the opponent.

But because he had scruples and was afraid of causing serious harm to these people while controlling his strength, and because there were so many people on the opposite side, he was soon unable to defeat the four-handed opponent with two fists, and his nose and face were bruised and swollen after being beaten.

"Waste is waste. It is really a waste to let Mr. Kuwadao teach you."

The short-haired boy who was punched by Zenitsu in the first place spat after knocking Zenitsu to the ground with a look of disdain and deep jealousy in his eyes.

"Let's go, have anything to say to him."

Another person grabbed hold of the boy who wanted to continue beating Zenitsu. He felt that it was enough. If he continued to beat him, something might happen. Even if he was unhappy with Zenitsu, he could not deny that they were all reserve members of the Demon Slayer Corps with tragic life experiences. In the future, We want to go to the battlefield to kill ghosts together.

A normal quarrel was fine, but if Zenitsu was seriously injured, it would be too much.

"Okay, let's just relax today."

The short-haired boy turned around and prepared to leave, but was unable to move his legs because Zenitsu grabbed his ankle.

"Apologize……"

Zenitsu, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, had a hoarse voice.

"Ah? What are you talking about? Are you sick?"

The short-haired boy twitched his leg, but failed to do so. There was something strange in his eyes. Is Zenitsu so strong?

"I...I want you to apologize and not...speak ill of my Senior Brother Lu..."

Zenitsu said weakly.

"Huh? I think you haven't been beaten enough!"

The short-haired boy said, and hit Zenitsu's head with the scabbard.

"Don't……"

The friend next to him wanted to remind him, fearing that he would kill Zenitsu, but the knife had already been struck.

Just when they thought they were about to witness a tragedy, the scabbard stopped two inches from Zenitsu's head.

There was a hand that grabbed the scabbard from above and fell faster than the scabbard.

The short-haired boy was also stunned. He pulled out the scabbard hard, but found that the scabbard was not moving at all. In shock, his eyes moved along the hand and saw the face of the person clearly.

Under the setting sun, the man was draped in a pitch-black haori, with a gloomy expression on his masculine and handsome face, and the flash of murderous intent in his eyes made the surrounding air drop a few degrees.

The short-haired boy drew the knife hard, but there was no response. He exclaimed, "How, how is it possible? You are not..."

Lu Li didn't say anything, but just let go of his hand. The short-haired boy fell backwards due to excessive force and sat on his butt on the ground.

The other people were also silent under Lu Li's invisible aura. They couldn't understand why Lu Li, the legendary most useless person under Ci Wulang, who couldn't learn breathing techniques in ten years, could be so powerful.

Lu Li helped Shan Yi up, glanced at the people with cold eyes, and said in a calm voice, "Get out."

The few people who were frozen on the spot were so frightened that they turned around and ran away without saying a word. The short-haired boy who originally fell to the ground was even more unbearable. His legs were so weak that he couldn't get up. Finally, there was a pool of water flowing down below.

"Senior Brother Lu..."

Zenitsu's voice was weak and his expression was a little ashamed.

Lu Li helped Shanyi walk to the other side of the street, "Do you blame me for not helping you vent your anger?"

"How could it be...I want to say that I didn't mean to fight."

Shanyi lowered his head and said that he was afraid that his senior brother would blame him for causing trouble.

"Then why did you fight with them?"

Lu Li asked.

"I...actually nothing..."

Shanyi hesitated for a moment, then forced a smile on his face, "It's my fault, we had some quarrels."

He didn't want his senior brother to know that others said he was a waste, which would make his senior brother sad. He was just a little unwilling. Fighting was wrong in the first place, and he lost the fight. In the end, his senior brother came to the rescue.

Lu Li touched Shan Yi's blond hair and said, "Senior brother, I don't help you fix them because I believe Shan Yi will win in the future. You are just too kind."

Zenitsu's eyes flashed, "Will I win in the future?"

"You will win. Whether you fight back or make them agree with you or apologize to you, it is your victory."

Lu Li said with a smile. In fact, he had arrived a few seconds ago and heard a few words they said during the fight. He could probably guess what was going on.

Seeing Shanyi being beaten with a bruised nose and face, and trying to pull those people to apologize to him, something in his heart was touched.

For a moment, he thought of his childhood. He once had a disciple and a senior sister. The sincere relationship between fellow disciples and brothers was really beautiful. Zenitsu reminded him of those beautiful things.

At this moment, he really had a good impression of this kind-hearted junior brother. From now on, protecting Zenitsu will no longer be just a matter of mission.

"If senior brother says so, then I will work hard."

Zenitsu smiled after hearing Lu Li's words, but he had no intention of retaliating against those people for beating them. He just wanted them to agree with him, acknowledge his grandfather's vision, and stop saying that what he taught was useless.

Lu Li took Zenyi to buy a lot of snacks in the town, and on the way back, he quietly helped Zenitus stabilize his injuries by holding his hand.

But in fact, Zenitsu's injury was not serious. After all, his attributes were there. Even if the other reserve soldiers learned the breathing method, their normal attributes were only eight or nine points, which was far less powerful than Zenitsu.

It was not that Zenitsu could not beat those people, but he was too kind and subconsciously suppressed his strength and did not use heavy hands. In fact, the punches and kicks of those people only caused superficial injuries to Zenitsu.

Because it would be more troublesome to explain, Lu Li only helped Zenitsu deal with some injuries that were slower to heal and let the swelling on his face subside. With Zenitsu's physique, the rest of the injuries would be fine after a good sleep.

"What happened to you?"

Ji Goro looked at Lu Li and Zenitsu, put down the spoon for serving rice, and was confused.

Zenitsu just went down the mountain, why was his nose and face swollen? It shouldn't be that he encountered a ghost. After all, this Taoshan, as a breeding base, is very hidden. With the intelligence gathering ability of ghosts, it is unlikely that they know this place.

"Grandpa... I..."

Zenitsu opened his mouth, but it was a bit difficult to say, but he was not good at lying.

"Zenitsu was practicing the first form too fast, and accidentally hit a tree."

Lu Li said from the side, winking at Zenitsu.

"Ah? Oh, that's it... Sorry, Grandpa, I'm so stupid."

Zenitsu felt guilty for lying to his grandfather, but he didn't want his grandfather to know the reason for the fight.

Ji Goro stared at Zenitsu and Lu Li for a few seconds, then his expression relaxed, "Come to eat, today's porridge is very delicious."

He saw what the two children were hiding, but adults didn't necessarily need to know all the children's secrets. Anyway, the two brothers looked very happy at this time, so that was good.

In the small wooden house, the three of them gathered around the fire, and the steam from the hanging pot warmed the slight chill of early spring.

Lu Li, Zenitsu and Grandpa Jigoro each held a bowl of porridge. Zenitsu kept switching his hands because the bowl was hot, while Jigoro smiled at Zenitsu. Lu Li blew gently on the porridge, creating a misty water vapor.

For a moment, Lu Li was a little dazed. Once upon a time, he and his master and senior sister also sat around the fire like this, waiting for the rice to cook with his stomach growling, and the senior sister served him the first bowl of rice.

But they are all gone.