Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

Gion was desperate, just like a climber who was only one step away from climbing a mountain, but at this moment, all his efforts, no, all his performances were in vain.

He stood up and staggered past the old man and Shota. In addition to selfishness, his heart was also wrapped in a thick cocoon, a cocoon called hatred.

But all this was the result of his own fault, but a selfish person can never blame himself.

As night fell, Gion left Taoshan Town in despair. He hated this place.

Fei Yuzhen rushed home slowly. The old man sat at the door. He lowered his head and put his hands on his chin. He was in a complicated mood and questioned his ability to judge people.

For a moment, the old man had the idea of ​​no longer accepting disciples.

"Fei Yuzhen!" The old man suddenly called his disciple's name. He rarely called him like this, but Fei Yuzhen was startled.

"Did you call Shota and the others?"

"Ahahaha, what are you talking about, old man? I don't know!" Fei Yuzhen scratched the back of his head, looking at the old man's sharp eyes, feeling guilty.

But the old man's next words made Fei Yuzhen dumbfounded.

"You smile when you lie, and that smile is different from usual!"

"Alas!" Fei Yuzhen was helpless. When will the old man learn to read micro-expressions? Why don't you become a psychologist?

"Yeah, Xiyue is not a good guy. I am thinking about you!" He sat next to the old man and comforted himself, "But you have to believe in your own vision of people."

"Xiyue is too good at acting. It's not your fault!"

He pointed at himself and boasted without any sense of disobedience, "Look at me, regardless of talent, my character is also top-notch!"

"This shows that it is not your problem at all, old man!"

"If it really doesn't work, let's practice more in the future!"

That's the truth. The old man knew that it was the apprentice who was comforting him, but he just felt something was wrong.

Soon, he reacted and this kid was teaching him a lesson. He hit Fei Yuzhen with a knife and said unhappily:

"Good guy, you are teaching me a lesson!"

"Are you the master or am I the master, little bastard!"

The more the old man talked, the more he felt something was wrong. Did this kid want to rub his head just now?

So, he didn't bother to think too much, picked up the wooden sword and hit Fei Yuzhen, determined to let this guy know who is the boss of this family.

Fei Yuzhen dodged easily and looked at the old man with a confused face.

"You still want me to practice more? I have seen more people than you have eaten."

"Also, if you have something to say, why do you involve those little guys?"

"Did you practice sword today?"

"Ah--" Fei Yuzhen shouted in a long voice, and complained while running, "Old man, I eat three bowls of rice a day, maybe I have seen more people than you have seen."

"Traitor, you dare to talk back, stop right there!"

The old man returned to his previous vigorous and violent style, and the brilliance in his eyes returned.

Taoshan was still the same, the young one ran in front and the old one chased behind.

The appearance of Gyoyue was just a small episode in Feiyuzhen's life. Anyway, he couldn't affect the old man. As for how that guy survived, he didn't care.

If that guy still turned into a ghost, he would just chop him up. He didn't take Gyoyue seriously at all.

In October, the autumn was getting stronger, and the leaves gradually turned yellow. With the blowing of the autumn wind, they were like dancing butterflies, slowly falling from the branches, gently covering the ground, forming a thick golden carpet.

Taoshan was dyed with a layer of golden color, like a golden ocean.

In the mountain trail covered with fallen leaves, a tall and mighty figure was slowly climbing the mountain. He wore a red fire man mask and held a sun wheel sword in his arms.

"Dingling!"

The wind chimes hanging under the man's hat made a crisp sound, which was particularly beautiful with the rustling sound of fallen leaves under his feet.

The man held the knife in a strange way, as if he was holding his child in his arms, showing his tenderness.

Hotaru Tetsuzuka, from the knife maker village, is a fanatical knife chef with a weird and paranoid personality. He will hunt down every human who breaks the Nichirin sword.

He came to the cabin halfway up the mountain, knocked on the door, and then waited quietly with the knife in his arms.

"Who is it?"

"Hello... you... I'll go!" The moment the door was opened, Feiyuzhen couldn't speak clearly, and he was so scared that he quickly closed the door.

Hotaru Tetsuzuka frowned, thinking that this guy was really rude.

Soon, the door opened again, and Feiyuzhen warmly invited Hotaru Tetsuzuka in.

Pastriesand tea were all served. He was afraid of neglecting this ancestor, and even more afraid that he would suddenly take out a kitchen knife from his arms.

Tietsuzuka Hotaru still held the knife tightly, and his eyes shot out from under the fire man's mask, peeping at Fei Yuzhen without any concealment.

That look was like an old father who was about to send his daughter to marry, but it was as if the other side was a yellow-haired man, and the old father's heart was broken.

"Hahaha!" Fei Yuzhen laughed to cover up the embarrassment, "Can you give me the knife?"

"Name?" Tietsuzuka Hotaru answered the question irrelevantly, but asked like an interrogation.

"Tiandao Fei Yuzhen!"

"Address?"

"Momoyama?" Fei Yuzhen felt like sitting on pins and needles, as if a thorn was in his back. Big brother, you came to Momoyama, do you still need to ask this.

"Are you sure you can protect this knife?"

Fei Yuzhen: "???"

Shouldn't the knife protect me?

"Sure!" Fei Yuzhen nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, with an unquestionable firm look in his eyes.

"Yeah!" Tietsuzuka Hotaru nodded, with a good attitude, he should be a guy worthy of trust.

"Here you go!" He reluctantly handed the knife to Feiyuzhen, Feiyuzhen carefully took it.

So, a tug-of-war game began.

"No, brother, you should let go!"

"I let go!" Tietsuzuka Hotaru tightly grasped the scabbard and said very seriously, "You can't even get it, you'd better stay here and retire."

He muttered in a low voice that his knife must be handed over to a powerful swordsman, otherwise it will be covered in dust.

"Then I'm sorry!" Feiyuzhen didn't dare to exert his strength just now because he was afraid of being chopped by a kitchen knife. Now that he has spoken, he can only exert his full strength.

Soon, Tietsuzuka Hotaru experienced a roller coaster ride. When he came to his senses, the knife was already in Feiyuzhen's hand.

"Damn it!"

"Can't you be gentle? Do you want to break the knife?"

"Asshole! (งᵒ̌皿ᵒ̌)ง⁼³₌₃"

As he said that, he reached his hand into his arms.

Feiyuzhen hurriedly held the other party down, thinking that you told me to use force.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Now that the Nichirin Blade is in my hands, I will definitely not let it get dusty."

"Don't you want to see what the knife with the title of color-changing blade will become in my hands?"

Hearing this, Tietsuzuka Hotaru calmed down, and he stared at Feiyuzhen with burning eyes

Feiyuzhen held the handle of the knife tightly, and then pulled it out skillfully.