Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Sagiri Mountain.

The moonlight passed through the thick fog and fell like a silver veil in front of the wooden house at the foot of the mountain.

Urokodaki Sakonji stood in front of the door like a stone sculpture. Through the red Tengu mask, you can see his worried eyes.

With a creak, the door of the wooden house opened, and Makomo walked to the master with a blanket. She handed the blanket to the master and comforted him softly:

"Master, they will definitely come back!" She looked at the white temples of the master and felt a little distressed. "You have been standing for a whole day, go back and rest!"

Urokodaki Sakonji raised his rough big hand, he rubbed Makomo's little head, and his tone was much gentler.

"Silly girl, I'm fine, I just want to see the moon."

"Wow!" The voice of Xuantu sounded in disbelief, coming from the fog, with a bit of dissatisfaction, "Master, when can you be gentle when talking to me."

Hearing this, Mr. Urokatsuki was shocked, and Zhengu also widened his eyes. The two smiled at the same time, because there were two figures in the fog.

This means that Xuantu and Yiyong are all safe and sound, and they have successfully passed the final selection.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back, it's good to come back..." Mr. Urokatsu muttered many times in a trance, until Xuantu and Yiyong walked out of the fog and stood in front of him, his heart was at ease.

Santo raised his lips and laughed, saying, "Master, we are both very strong, your worries are unnecessary."

"By the way, we have made friends!"

"They are all very strong, especially the one called Tendou Feiyuzhen, he is the apprentice of the former Mingzhu, do you know him?"

He talked incessantly, and Yiyong still didn't say much, just nodded frequently.

After a few simple chats, Santo and Yiyong suddenly became serious, they stretched out their arms and spread out the bundles.

"Master, not only the two of us are back, they are back too!"

Santo's tone was mixed with a hint of sadness, and Yiyong slowly lifted the layers of cloth wrapped around the eleven disaster-eliminating masks.

When the blood-stained masks appeared in front of Urokodaki Sakonji, in that instant, he understood everything.

He took the broken disaster-eliminating masks with trembling hands, and the voices and smiles of the disciples flashed through his mind.

"It's good to be home!"

Urokuraki Sakonji's voice was trembling. This time, he was talking to his deceased disciples.

Makoto understood immediately and hurriedly dragged the two idiots into the house. She knew that the master needed to be alone for a while.

Urokuraki carefully wrapped the masks and went up the mountain with a knife.

A moment later, he walked on the Sagiri Mountain dragging a smoothly cut tombstone without words.

The mist was thick and looked like white ink. Even so, it still couldn't cover the sadness of a teacher.

Mr. Urokuraki found a Feng Shui treasure land and dug a pit. He picked up a mask and carefully engraved a name on it.

Gradually, eleven masks with names were neatly placed in the pit. He took a handful of soil and filled the pit.

Not long after, there was a mound of soil on Sagiri Mountain, and Urokuraki erected a stone tablet.

There are eleven names engraved on the stone tablet, and the last four characters are big.

The tomb of beloved disciples.

Urokodaki Sakonji hugged the tombstone, and two lines of clear tears flowed from under the Tengu mask. The tears fell on the new soil, splashing small bubbles.

In a trance, eleven young figures appeared at the other end of the tomb, and each of them had a smile on their face.

"Master, goodbye!"

"Master, we are leaving, take care!"

"Master, it's good to be able to go home!"

"Master, it's our own choice, there's no need to blame yourself!"

"Master..."

With tears in his eyes, Urokodaki Sakonji saw a beam of light falling from the sky, and his eleven disciples ascended to heaven with smiles.

At this moment, he was relieved.

In the bushes not far away, the three little Shuihu watched everything silently, and also saw off their brothers and sisters.

Above the sky, the stars are shining, but this sky does not only belong to Sagiri Mountain, it also belongs to Momoyama.

Taoshan in autumn is a fruitful season. The wild peach trees on the mountain are full of ripe fruits. Fresh, juicy and fragrant wild peaches hang on the branches, making people salivate.

Fei Yuzhen walked on the familiar path and picked a peach casually. He rubbed it on his body and took a bite. The peaches burst with juice.

"Oh!"

"If Shinobu was here, the peaches in Taoshan would be super delicious!"

"It's a pity that she can't eat them!"

Seeing the peaches reminded me of people, I could only turn my grief and anger into appetite and eat ten kilograms.

On the distant horizon, where the moonlight was shrouded, a short figure quietly emerged.

It was old man Kuangdao. He heard the sound of "baji baji" in the peach forest in the middle of the night. He thought that the ripe peaches attracted wild boars, so he took a knife and went toCome out to check.

Until he saw the familiar figure, the old man looked like he was disappointed with his teacher.

There was a pile of peach pits next to Fei Yuzhen, and he was still eating bitterly.

"Alas!"

The old man sighed, and the joy of meeting each other disappeared instantly.

"Zhen, don't you come into the house first when you go home?"

"Stay with your peach tonight!"

Fei Yuzhen heard the voice and looked up, and the old man was standing there.

He ran over and hugged the old man, who pushed his apprentice away with a look of disgust and said, "Don't rub me, it's so dirty!"

"Huh?" Fei Yuzhen looked at his master with a blank face. When did this old man care so much about his image? Something was wrong, nine out of ten points.

"Old man, have you made any progress with Shizuko's mother-in-law?"

"Get out!" The old man kicked Fei Yuzhen, but the other party easily dodged it.

"Hey!" The old man stretched out his voice. This bastard has made a lot of progress. It seems that he is very hardworking. The sun really rises from the west.

"By the way, why didn't that little girl come?" The old man walked towards the cabin without looking back and asked.

Fei Yuzhen put his hands behind his head and followed leisurely behind him, replying:

"Old man, I am going to participate in the final selection, not to go on an outing. Why should I follow you!"

"What do you think?"

"Old man, let me tell you, your apprentice is killing a lot. Those ghosts are so weak. I killed them one by one. You didn't see your apprentice's heroic appearance, handsome and suave..."

Fei Yuzhen hadn't finished showing off yet, and old man Kuangdao went up and gave him a chestnut.

"Come on, you're just bragging!"

"Don't underestimate the enemy when holding a knife, be modest, or you'll lose your life!"

Fei Yuzhen rubbed the big bump on his head and nodded.

"Are you hungry?" Old man Sangdao suddenly asked, "Why are you eating so many peaches? Isn't home right here!"

"I'm starving!" Fei Yuzhen nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "I'm not afraid of disturbing your rest, Master, I'm just being filial!"

"Change your clothes, like a beggar." Old man Sangdao pointed to the wooden house, and he went to the kitchen, "We'll have dinner later."

No matter how long Fei Yuzhen has been away, the old man is still the old man with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.