Ghost Slayer: A swordsman with pupil technique who plays Tai Chi

Two footprints, one heavy and one light, were carved one after the other on the path in the snow, and Yuichiro was like a brush whose paint was about to run out, leaving his own painting on the snow, a painting called Sadness.

Yuichiro carefully guarded the strawberry cake in his arms, even if it was only a small piece.

"Today is the eleventh birthday, so it's okay to be extravagant!"

"You said yes?"

"Dad, Mom!" Yuichiro said to himself to the foggy night sky.

Gradually, Yuichiro's thin figure was lost in the whistling wind and snow.

Through the shadow of the wind and snow, you can faintly see a creaking log cabin, and even the white snowflakes cannot hide the traces left by time.

A young boy who resembles Yuichiro leans against the fence, and the only difference from Yuichiro is that the boy's hair resembles a curved line of kelp.

The frosty eyebrows and flushed cheeks tell the boy's worries about his brother.

Finally, Yuichiro made his way through the wind and snow to return to this humble but only place where he could feel at ease.

"Brother!"

Muichiro laughed like a fire, melting the heavy snow hanging on Yuichiro.

Unable to care about his frozen hands and feet, Muichiro happily pounced on his brother.

Yuichiro raised a hand and pressed his brother's head precisely, and he scolded, "Are you an idiot?

"How cold it is outside the house, stupid, stupid!"

As he spoke, Yuichiro pushed his brother into the room.

The warm fire instantly swept away the cold, as if the wind and snow did not matter to the two brothers.

Muichiro couldn't care about his frozen little hands, and brought out the hot meal with a smile.

The so-called vegetables are just wild vegetables picked in autumn, and there is not even salt.

"Brother, eat!"

Wuichiro immediately pushed the meal to his brother, and then said with a smile: "Brother, happy birthday!"

Muichiro took a bite of his meal and responded expressionlessly: "Not happy at all, you idiot!" "

I almost got robbed today!"

Muichiro lowered his head a little disappointed, he knew that his brother hated himself very much, if it weren't for his tow oil bottle, his brother would definitely be much better than now.

Yuichiro also sensed that his brother was lost, and sighed secretly, this child is too simple, just like his father.

If you don't have yourself in the future, how can you live!

Yuichiro only ate one bite of wild vegetables the whole time, and the rest of the ground was pushed in front of Muichiro.

After dinner, Muichiro ran to brush the dishes.

When Wuichiro finished brushing the bowl and found that there was an extra piece on the table that he had never seen before, he stared at the cake for a long time, like a curious child.

However, a sweet taste flowed down his nose into his brain, and Muichiro couldn't help but taste it.

Only then did he remember that this was the cake that the little friend in town had said, and his parents would only buy it on his birthday.

But it's a pity that I don't have parents!

Muichiro soon found a small note next to the cake, with crooked handwriting on it.

"Happy birthday, you idiot!"

The originally lost Wuichiro instantly showed a smile of Xingfu.

He only took a small bite, and then happily carried a small piece of cake to the door of his brother's room.

Wuichiro knocked lightly on the door and asked in a low voice, "Brother, you can also take a bite!"

"The cake is very sweet, hurry up and eat it!"

Muichiro called for a long time, and Yuichiro ignored him at all.

"Fuck off, don't let people sleep!"

"I've eaten, you go and eat!"

In the face of his brother's scolding, Wuichiro was not unhappy, he knew that his brother must not have eaten, and still knocked on the door.

Suddenly, the door opens, and Yuichiro looks a little fierce and bites into a small piece of cake.

"Is this going down?"

"Get out of here and sleep!"

Bang!

The door was closed, and Muichiro walked to the fire with the cake.

Cold winter nights, crumbling huts, little poor strawberry cakes, two distressing children.

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

The cuckoo's crisp and agile call carries away the cold winter and brings the warmth of spring.

Muichiro struggles to chop firewood in the yard, and Yuichiro sits in the courtyard in a daze.

Yuichiro had a sadness on his face that didn't belong to his age, and it was the sadness of being trapped by life.

Yuichiro loves winter because he can sell it, and he hates spring because it's harder to make money.

After thinking for a long time, Yuichiro decided to try his luck in the mountains.

He instructed, "Stupid, take a good look at home!

Wuichiro put down the somewhat rusty axe and nodded obediently: "Got it, brother!" "

Not long after Yuichiro left, Isayashiki Tenin arrived at Toto's house.

Perhaps he had never seen such a beautiful person, and Wuichiro exclaimed like a dirt bun: "What a beautiful sister!"

Isayashiki Tianyin also noticed the ragged Muichiro, and she asked with a smile: "Little friend, I am lost, can I sit at your house?"

"Okay, my sister go get the stool!"

Looking at the hurried Muichiro, Isayashiki Tianyin showed a relieved smile, worthy of being the descendant of the first generation of breathing swordsmen, how kind!

Still, the neatly arranged firewood and rusty axes caught her attention.

Isayashiki Tianyin was a little surprised, the child only used rusty iron to split the stake so neatly.

While Isayashiki Tenin was lost in thought, Muichiro put the chair at her feet, and he even wiped it with his sleeve thoughtfully.

Because you can see from the clothes alone, this sister's family situation is much stronger than herself.

"Sister, you sit, I'll continue to chop firewood!"

"Thank you!"

I saw Wuichiro raise the rusty axe, and with one axe it went down, and the wooden stake more than twenty centimeters high was split in two.

Isayashiki Tenin was amazed, is this the so-called talent?

Unknowingly powerful comes from the talent of countless generations ago.

Isayashiki Tianyin quietly watched as Muichiro finished chopping the firewood, and he thoughtfully handed out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat of the other party.

Then he took out a string of ghost killer special delicacies, sugar gourds.

Looking at the red shiny novelty, Muichiro's big curious eyes sparkled.

"This is sugar gourd, sweet and sour, it can be regarded as the unique delicacy of the Ghost Killer Team!"

"As a gift of thanks!"

"Huh?"

Muichiro retreats again and again, and his brother tells him that he can't accept things from strangers.

"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person!"

"The purpose of my coming is to invite you and your brother to join the Ghost Killing Team, of course it is not mandatory!" Isayashiki Tianyin quickly explained, but her heart was more sad and in love.

This child is too young, and he is too sensible, and it is distressing to be sensible.

Wuichiro's little brain, big doubts.

"Ghost Killer Team?"