Demon Slayer: The Undead Swordsman of Thunder

In Taoshan Town, the peach blossoms are blooming again. The flowers are still the same, and the people are still the same.

Old man Kuangdao was carrying a basket of vegetables and walking slowly on the street. When he passed by the rice shop, Uncle Yamamoto greeted him warmly.

"Good evening, old man!"

"Yeah!" The old man smiled and nodded. He always had the urge to carry a bag of rice home. When he calmed down, he found that the guy who could eat at home was not there.

Uncle Yamamoto on the side was even more emotional. He sighed and said nostalgically:

"The stinky boy Zhen hasn't come back this year. If I remember correctly, he should be eighteen."

"Back then, he was so small, not even as tall as the rice bag!" Uncle Yamamoto said while gesturing, "When he arrived here, he held the rice bag and refused to let go."

The uncle only knew that Feiyu Zhen had gone out to do business and only went home once or twice a year. Sometimes he missed the days when the boy was there.

Only the old man knew how dangerous his apprentice's job was. He had experienced life and death time and again. He understood that brat best. He always put others first and never considered his own safety.

"According to the date, he should be back soon. Let him come to buy rice from you then!"

The old man waved his hand, walked forward in the sunset, walked through the peach forest, sat under the eaves of a small house halfway up the mountain, and stared at the path in the distance.

Just then, a small black dot appeared on the horizon in the distance. It was getting closer and closer. When he saw it clearly, the old man was so excited that he almost fell off the chair.

Because it was his apprentice's exclusive crow, the holy blade.

"Old man, there is a letter!"

The holy blade fell on the old man's shoulder. Facing the old man, it couldn't help but speak a little more gently with its cold personality. A trace of shame flashed in its black gemstone-like eyes.

The old man couldn't wait to open the letter. It was written by his apprentice.

[Old man, how are you? I know it's good without you replying, after all, there's Grandma Shizuko...】

Seeing this, the old man's mouth twitched, thinking that he was really old, and it had been a long time since he used the Thunder Breathing to smack the butt of that traitor.

Calming down, he continued to read the letter.

[Now the Demon Slayer Corps has fourteen pillar-level swordsmen, two of whom are your grandchildren, even the two I brought back last time.

Also, we found the successor of the legendary initial breathing method. I'm not bragging, you know, your apprentice rarely brags, with me here, I will definitely let you see the day when there are no demons in the world. 】

Seeing this, the old man's mouth corners slightly raised, and he said dotingly: "Just brag, hahaha!"

[However, there are too many suspected twelve demon month events recently, even the fourteen pillars are too busy, so they may not be able to come back this year, please take care of yourself!

Your most handsome, powerful and strongest apprentice, Tiandao Feiyuzhen. 】

The moment he finished reading the letter, the smile on the old man's face seemed to be wiped away by an invisible hand, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

His eyes became dim, and his originally straight body seemed to have lost its support, and he slowly slumped in the chair.

His lips trembled slightly, and he let out a low sigh, and his wrinkles became more obvious, as if he had aged several years in an instant.

Although the old man was usually very strict, Fei Yuzhen was never as simple as an apprentice in his eyes, but a grandson.

He was old, and he saw him less and less, but he knew more about what his child did. It would be too selfish to always ask him to go home to accompany him.

Sighing again, the old man turned his head and said, "Saint Blade, help me take a reply to that stinky boy."

The table was empty, except for a bowl of rice and a bowl of water, there was not even a bird feather.

"Be busy, be busy, so that you can save more people and kill more ghosts!"

"But pay more attention to safety!"

The old man stood up and limped towards the cabin. His short back looked a little lonely.

Just then, a voice that he was very familiar with sounded, and the voice seemed to be not far behind him.

"Grandpa, I'm back. Are you surprised, surprised, or excited?"

Then came a gentle and well-behaved female voice.

"Grandpa, we are back to see you!"

Hearing this voice, the old man's body trembled suddenly, and when he looked back, a breeze blew by, which was particularly gentle.

The peach blossoms were running in the sunset, and Fei Yuzhen was standing in the sunset holding Shinobu's little hand. One had a sly smile on his face, and the other was well-behaved and made people happy.

"What about the letter?"

"I completed the task quickly. After all, we agreed to come back at least twice a year, in March and at the end of the year." Fei Yuzhen scratched his head and said with a smile.

"Why did you send me a letter? You did it on purpose!" The old man reacted instantly and letThis traitor was deceived.

"Oh!"

"This is the only way to give you a big surprise!" Fei Yuzhen drew a circle with his arms.

Old man: (￢_￢)

——I really want to hit him, but it's not good in front of my apprentice's wife, forget it, let's talk about it later.

The old man waved his hands, stared at his apprentice at home with displeasure, and said unhappily: "Hurry up and go to the town to buy rice. With a foodie like you, there is not enough rice at home."

Fei Yuzhen: (｀_´)ゞ

"I just came back from a long journey, don't you let me sit down?"

"I'm lucky I didn't beat you to death. That kind of joke is not good for an old man like me. Go quickly!"

The old man was almost cursing.

"Okay, I'll be back soon!"

When Fei Yuzhen left, the old man immediately turned into a kind grandfather and said in a soft tone:

"Ren, there are fruits that grandpa just bought today in the room. Eat whatever you like."

"I'll go make a big meal for you, hahaha!"

Ren smiled slightly, ran up to support the old man, and said, "I'll help you."

"You are obviously very happy, why don't you smile more at Zhen?"

Hearing this, the old man turned his head proudly and snorted coldly, "That stinky boy has loved to play tricks on people since he was a child. Now he has played tricks on me, an old widower. It's good enough if I don't beat him."

"Forget it, let's cook!"

When Fei Yuzhen came back carrying a large bag of rice, he found that the old man and Ren were waiting at the dining table. There was no shortage of rice at home.

"Don't stand there stupidly, come and eat!" The old man glanced at him and urged.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he understood in his heart that from childhood to adulthood, whether he was at home or not, he had never lacked rice.

Fei Yuzhen smiled and sat on the table, all of which were his favorite dishes.

This was the unique love of the old man. He always cursed, but he always prepared food that he could not finish in a year.

A peach mountain, a house, a table of food, from an old man at the beginning, to an old man and a young man later, and now a family of three.

This is where Fei Yuzhen's dream began, it is his home.