Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

It seems that Grandpa was accidentally affected by external information.

After thinking about going to Yaomeng, it can only come to such a helpless conclusion. It seems that because of her age, her grandfather has gradually begun to enter the period that normal elderly people should enter.

"Ah, is it the Asuka? The old man always remembered that it was an airplane."

"No, Grandpa, where did the plane come from at that time? It was a bird."

"Forget it, just treat it as a flying bird."

Under the insistence of the granddaughter, Soul Demon Jie and without authority accepted each other's correction, although objectively speaking, Demon Meng was indeed correct.

After finishing the explanation, Yaoji put down the tea cup and stood up slowly. His figure is not considered stalwart. Even if the pen stands upright, it is only slightly higher.

"It's not too late, let's start now."

"Huh, are there no preparation steps?"

"Ready? What do you mean?"

"Hey... warm-up, stretching or something?"

"Stretching exercises?"

Soul Demon raised the wooden sword leaning on the porch, frowning and wondering:

"It seems like I heard it from somewhere, the old man is not sure, does this have any effect?"

"Uh, maybe it can prevent injury, sprain or something."

"A sprain? It seems like a normal injury."

"It's like this for you, but it hurts for me? I'm a human being."

"Really? How much pain might it hurt?"

"Ok……"

Unexpectedly, Soul Demon would ask like this, Wu Ye really thought about it, and it took a long time before he replied:

"It's probably the same as eating a barrage of Reimu, if I haven't died yet."

"Well, I heard Master Yakumo Zi say that you seem to be an immortal existence. You will directly'dead' and then'resurrected' after being severely injured, and you don't seem to feel pain, do you?"

"Uh, this is true."

"In that case, you just have to die and resurrect after the sprain."

Wu Ye pondered for a moment--

"...What you said seems to make sense, then let's start."

...

At this moment, in the white jade building of the underworld, You Yuko and Yakumo Zi are observing the practice of Wu Ye and others through the gap.

"Haha, Yaoji has really changed a lot."

You Yuzi smiled and stared at a serious and Wu Ye nonsense soul monster:

"He was not such a good person before, but I was very hard at that time."

"It's probably an old relationship."

Without feeling that there was anything wrong with these words coming out of her mouth, Yakumo Zi asked casually:

"How old is Yaoji?"

"I don't know. In my memory, he has always served as a garden teacher. If you want to study it carefully, it was a long time ago."

"Forget it, it sounds troublesome."

"Yes."

With a slight smile, I skipped this topic, and You Yuko asked casually:

"By the way, Zi, why did Yaoji specially teach Wu Yejun?"

Looking at the friend beside him, You Youzi's eyes were full of curiosity, but only curiosity:

"Swordsmanship is relatively simple and applicable, is it a lie? Soul Master's swordsmanship is first-class in difficulty."

"Yes, it is really meaningless for Wu Ye to learn swordsmanship. Those who can't learn it will say otherwise. It's useless if there is no weapon in hand."

Zi did not deny it, facing her friend, she did not hide it at all:

"We just deliberately don't want Wu Ye to come into contact with the'monster power' on him so early."

"why?"

"Because Wu also needs to let us do this."

Squinting his eyes, Zi's brilliant pupils tightly wrapped Wu Ye's figure reflected in it like a cage in the abyss:

"All the exits of Gensokyo were sealed by that strange attack, but Takeya was able to cross the barrier and enter it as usual."

The corners of Yakumo Zi's mouth were slightly raised, and the breath radiating from her body at this moment made You Yuko feel a palpitation, even strange.

"We are convinced that we can only rely on Wu Yejun to solve this'mutation', so before that, we must figure out what is special about him, or what is he? ..."

Three more to make up, still owe one more to continue tomorrow

Chapter 4 Face the wind!

"Six flowers."

"What is it, Wu Ye?"

"Do you know how to feel the power of wind?"

"Wind? Difficult, could it be said, Wu Ye, you awakened the power of wind?!"

"...No, I'm sorry, there's actually nothing. I might really have a brain problem when I asked you this question."

Secretly sighed, Wu Ye sitting on the sofa couldn't help but stare at the wooden sword in his hand.

It has been three days since he started to learn swordsmanship from Soul Demon, but he couldn't feel any growth of himself.

It's not that Wu or Wu is too lofty, hoping that a few days of practice can have such remarkable results, but in the teaching of the soul demon, he can't even do the most basic training.