Demon Slayer: I will play the ancestor of the Flame Pillar

The old man was very happy.

"Makijuro, you are a little too arrogant for doing this."

Lin Heng pointed out the problem and identified it as arrogance.

The peanuts between his eyebrows fell, and Makijuro's heart was shocked. He trembled his lips but did not speak.

"In the final analysis, breathing method is just a tool, and talent is the foundation.

Lin Heng stretched out his finger, pointed at himself and continued.

"The reason why the Sun Breathing, as the ancestor breathing method, is recognized as the strongest by everyone is inseparable from the inhuman talent of its user, Tsugumi Yuichiro. "

Lin Heng sighed with a little regret.

"It's a pity that it was lost because the conditions for use were too harsh. No swordsman of that era could use it, and it was difficult to be inherited, so Jigoku Yoshiichi hid it."

Makijuro swallowed his saliva and nodded gently.

"But the five breathing methods that you think are inferior products can be passed down continuously. They fit the physique of most people. Everyone can use them and achieve something.

Lin Heng continued to explain, persuading.

"However, if you want to make a breakthrough and reach or even surpass the realm of your predecessors, you can only become stronger by consciously specializing your breathing for your own body."

Is that so?

Makijuro began to reflect on himself. For no reason, he thought of the man who was as majestic as a diamond and angry.

Lin Heng continued to say after taking a sip of tea to clear his throat.

"Water breathing is the most neutral and peaceful. Most people can practice it very well. With a large number of people, there will always be geniuses who are suitable enough to become pillars."

Thinking of Tomioka Giyuu, the water pillar who created his own sword in the original work, Lin Heng quickly patched it up.

"Some geniuses, even if they don't realize it, their body's instinct has driven them to specialize in breathing. Unfortunately, you don't have such a talent."

"Xiaozu, you are right, it is true."

Makijuro sighed and had to admit it.

"Born in my clan, because of the blood of Purgatory flowing, it is naturally in line with the breath of fire created by the ancestors. Your path is too smooth, and you don't realize that specialized breathing can make continuous progress."

Lin Heng told the truth. After all, the gold content of the Purgatory clan's hereditary flame pillar is too high.

"This is both an advantage and a disadvantage. Even if there are few people, you can step into the field of pillars from generation to generation.

"But, what happens after that? "

Pointing at Makijuro with an index finger, Lin Heng said word by word.

"Haven't you realized yet? The end of the road you are walking on has been determined by our ancestors hundreds of years ago."

"Your breath belongs to someone else."

Makijuro's pupils trembled, and his breathing became rapid.

In the dark, it seemed that there was a figure whose face could not be seen, clinging to him like a shadow, rising and falling with his breath.

The long time spanning hundreds of years still resonates together, and even the rhythm is exactly the same.

I am...

The shadow left by the ancestor?

Unable to help covering his head, Lin Heng's rebellious words overturned Makijuro's long-standing concept.

The golden rules that he had obeyed since childhood were denied, but what was more terrifying was that reason told him that what his ancestor said was right.

"Observe my breathing, Makijuro, just watch carefully. "

Lin Heng directly and generously showed his breathing method to Makijuro.

"Look carefully, what is the difference between my breathing and yours? This kind of breathing can better strengthen my body."

Lin Heng stood up, hesitated for a moment, did not take off his clothes completely, but just explained along the traces of muscles with his hands.

"I am a little shorter than the ancestor, so the length of exhalation here is slightly slower, and the training of lower limb muscles is stronger..."

Lin Heng disassembled his breathing method bit by bit, and Makijuro listened with shock.

There is no doubt that although the little ancestor's breathing is derived from the breath of fire, it is more explosive, longer, and more varied.

This is the breath of fire that belongs to Purgatory Hengjuro.

He lowered his head with some regret, and Makijuro was convinced and respectfully sat down to Lin Heng.

"Thank you for the little ancestor's advice. I seem to understand it now, but it's a little late. "

With a bitter smile, Makijuro choked up a little.

"I was too decadent before. I'm sure Ruka would be disappointed if he were still alive. But my son Kyojuro and the others will be on the right path because of this."

Stop explaining, Lin Heng said with some relief.

"Ming

It's good to be white. It's never too late to walk on the right path. Breathing is a natural ability of human beings, regardless of age.

He didn't think that Makijuro would stop there. In fact, Lin Heng had a very high status in his eyes.

"As long as it resonates with the flesh, merges into one, and turns into instinct, the decline of physical energy will also be reduced, and even at the end of life, it will have a good ability."

He patiently helped Makijuro up with the Sun Wheel Sword. The glory of the ancestor flashed on Lin Heng, as if he was the Buddha who saved the suffering.

Aizen, Black Zetsu, Marshall D. Teach, Herzog...

A series of glorious images of life mentors flashed in his mind.

Lin Heng spoke with compassion.

"Don't be decadent anymore. Your children have begun to take responsibility. How can you be so incompetent as a father?"

"Keep adjusting in battle and life, so that you will have your own breathing."

Patting Makijuro on the shoulder, Lin Heng delivered the last blow that touched the heart.

"Remember, it's the people who are strong, not the breathing method. I always believe in you, Makijuro."

Makijuro was completely convinced.

At this moment, he confirmed that the little ancestor in front of him really had a sincere heart towards the Purgatory Clan and himself, and he was completely relieved.

"Thank you for your guidance, little ancestor, Makijuro is very grateful. I will cheer up again and will never let Kyojuro and the others down again."

At this point, Makijuro looked up at the sky and whispered softly, with a touch of imperceptible longing and nostalgia across his face.

"And, Ruka..."

Lin Heng smiled slightly when he saw this, and struck while the iron was hot.

"No need to thank me, anyway, you have already left the Demon Slayer Corps, pack yourself up, and then accompany me to a place, it will be faster to adjust your breathing during the battle."

Makijuro was stunned, and immediately agreed loudly and excitedly.

"Okay, Xiaozu, are we going to fight the evil ghosts? Where are the evil ghosts? I can't wait."

Lin Heng smiled slightly, his expression a little mysterious.

"Oh? Really? Then it's settled, it's just the two of us, give you half a month to prepare."

"Yes! Xiaozu, I'm full of energy now, it's like I'm several years younger, I can't wait to do a big job!"

Looking at the cheerful and sunny uncle with stubble, Lin Heng got up and climbed onto the roof, and added with a playful smile.

"In that case, the destination is in Huajie, let's move towards the Kabuki with full energy together."

Lin Heng smiled with a bad taste, left a word of encouragement and flashed away.

"Let me see your enthusiasm, I'm looking forward to it."

"Ah? Are you kidding me?!"

Makijuro hurriedly chased out, but Lin Heng was no longer visible at this time.

"Hey, Xiaozu, make it clear, you're lying!!"