At sunset.

Aoi Kaomen hugged Liuta and stood in the house with the other children. They were all sweaty because of the sun, but they didn't dare to enter the house to disturb him. They could only stare at Tanjuro and Shinichiro sitting opposite each other in the house. The word "worry" was written in every pore on their faces.

After all, anyone who sees a thousand books with roots longer than porcupine thorns in their temples will feel a little scared.

What's more, people who are close to each other like family and benefactor.

"Why haven't Dad been awake yet, Brother Yiro,"

The person who asked about it was Hanako, her voice was just like Xiaoqing and Xiaocheng, soft and very cute.

"Sister Nin, didn't you say before that it should be ready soon? But we all came back from the town and they were still sitting here without moving."

"Hanko."

Tanjiro picked up his sister, "Brother can smell it. Daddy chord Ichiro is very good. Don't worry, you can't bother Miss Ninja."

Hanako opened her eyes wide and looked at her always reliable brother. She found that his eyes were indeed not as worried as others, so she calmed down.

But she didn't know Tanjiro's unspoken thoughts.

"Why, the smell from dad chord Ichiro seems to be together...

"From the depths, a blazing smell of fire came out."

"Like Xianichiro's knife..."

"However, Miss Nin is really worried."

Looking along his gaze, Butterfly Nin was putting his hands on the spider silk connecting the two kunai, and his heart was also puzzled.

There is obviously no problem with the pathways that are transmitted to consciousness, but why do these two people have no intention of waking up?

It seems like it takes a long time to detect memory, but in fact, it is much faster to obtain information by directly digging in other people's minds than to see with eyes and ears in reality, saving a lot of processing through the nervous system.

Butterfly Ninja tried some unlucky guys before, and it took only ten minutes to read all the memories of about a year.

So in her opinion, even if Shinichiro watched the movements a few times more to learn how to breathe, it would have been about a few minutes.

But these two people had been in that state for a whole afternoon! In other words, they had been in consciousness for almost decades.

But Tanjuro is only in his early thirties! How can he have so many experiences to watch?

"What the hell are they doing in their minds?"

If she hadn't been afraid of scaring Kuizhi and the children of the stove, she would have wanted to shout out loud.

But what she can do now is to maintain the operation of the technique. She cannot wake them up rashly, nor can she unplug them directly, as this may cause memory loss.

"Sure enough, this decision was too risky. Shinichiro was indeed too anxious..."

Butterfly Ninja closed her eyes and sighed indecisively.

Until Takeozuo from the Saucemen suddenly spoke, "Don't you think it seems that it's getting hotter and hotter?"

"Well..." Nezuko nodded, "I felt it a few minutes ago. The sun was about to set, but now it was hotter than noon. I was about to have heatstroke..."

"Sister, it will be cooler if you go outside."

After hearing the children's conversation, Butterfly Neng realized that it was time to shift her attention from the thread to herself.

Then she was surprised to find that from when, her dignified insect pillar had reached the point where she could sweat profusely after standing for a while!

But soon she discovered the source of the abnormality - the most important thing was that the air in the room was so hot that it was a bit scary.

"this……"

Butterfly Nin didn't know what was going on at first, but after carefully looking at the nasal cavity of the two people, he noticed that the breathing rhythm of Xianichiro and Tanjuro was not the slow and long breathing before. It was a kind of violent, extreme breathing—

These two people are like two steam engines that exhale hot air, and are the culprits of this high-temperature environment.

But, the two of them looked nothing unusual, and their skin color did not even turn red, which means that the surface temperature of their bodies was quite normal.

This... is really unreasonable.

Although it is already unbearable for heat here like a crater, Butterfly Ninja must stay in place to maintain the technique.

But gradually, the temperature of the breath the two exhaled was getting higher and higher, even the air inside the house began to distort the visual image.

Generally, this kind of scene can only be seen on the ground where the sun is exposed in summer or above the fire.

"They, they..."

Butterfly was worried, "They won't burn themselves, right!"

Previously, practitioners with ignorant breathing have done this kind of thing, and the butterfly endurance’s worries are well-founded.

Should I pull out a thousand books?

But just after she had this idea, a wave of heat suddenly erupted in the house from the inside to the outside, and all the doors and windows were driven, and the air inside and outside the house began to consciously replace each other.

The room, which was originally like a blacksmith's workshop, cooled down like a mold was cooled down.

In just one blink of an eye, the two sitting opposite each other had opened their eyes.

Xianichiro flicked his fingers and took Chiben out of his head. Then he took a sip of the potion in the gourd around his waist. A green "live" character appeared on the surface of his body, and then handed the gourd to Tanjuro.

"Did you see it?"

Xianichiro asked this.

His face was full of unsatisfactory expressions, but it was more incredible, exactly the same as the expression when Takeo Takeo of the Saucemen saw him shoot an archery yesterday.

It was a shocked look.

"See it."

Tanjuro gently and slowly pulled Chiben out of his body, took a sip of the potion as he did, and the tiny wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's really amazing, just like a god in the world. No wonder the ancestors of the Zaomen family gave this move the name of Huo Shen Music Dance."

No one would have thought that this man, who was called "plant" by Tanjiro, had two lines of tears flowing in his eyes, and he was obviously still immersed in his memory not long ago.

"dad."

Seeing his father crying, a group of children hurriedly surrounded him, "Why are you crying?"

Tanjuro Zaomen smiled faintly, feeling that the children could not understand.

For example, the special experience of "I heard the truth in the morning and died in the evening" must be the feeling that people who have worked hard to think about the same thing thousands of times will suddenly get guidance.

Just before Shinichiro breathed in sync with him, the memory inherited from his ancestors was opened.

Together, Tanjuro, Zaomen and Shinichiro, from the perspective of the ancestor of the Zaomen family, witnessed the Hino-no breathing sword shape demonstrated by Ji Guoyuan himself!

Although the eldest sons of the Zaomen family have tried their best to pass on the original God of Fire, the adapted dance is naturally different from the original sword technique, and Tan Ji will inevitably adjust it according to his backward physical conditions.

Until today, the original and demonstrated actions by the Vulcan God himself allowed Tanjuro to see many subtle differences. But together, it was a world of difference.

Before they knew it, their consciousness stopped thousands of times and tens of thousands of times in the ancient memory. It was not until they accidentally began to imitate and synchronize with Ji Guoyuan, and then they remembered something - they were not in reality, but just two guests who came to visit were led away by this spectacle.

In the end, the two of them returned to their original position reluctantly, but both had their own feelings.

After hearing the description of the memory of Tanjuro Zaomen, everyone couldn't help but cover their mouths.

"So, is Mr. Zaomen not the descendant of the initial swordsman, but of his friends?"

Butterfly Ninja asked.

"Well, this also explains why Rizhi's breathing was passed down not in swordsmanship but in dance."

"If it were imitation intact, then the ancestors of the Zhaomen Family had already been spontaneously burned to death. After all, the starting point of Rizhi's breathing was too high."

Speaking of this, Xianichiro reminded: "Mr. Tanjuro, if you want to teach your descendants this kind of dance in the future, you must at least wait until their bodies are as strong as pillars, otherwise it will inevitably cause the same situation as before."

What he said is naturally referring to Tanjuro's black lungs, which is the consequence of overdrawing his life to perform Kagura dance.

But it is probably a price that has to be paid to carry God's legacy with human bodies.

I didn’t know the reason in the past, but now I’m clear, so I naturally need to avoid this practice of using my life to inherit the breathing method.

After all, as long as Muzan Kimuzan dies, the ghosts will become extinct and the breathing method will lose its meaning of existence.

"There is such a strong body in the pillar?"

Takeoro Takenoro glanced at Butterfly Ninja.

"Is it okay to just do it like Sister Ninjae?

"It seems very simple. If a boy is, you can do it casually, right?"

Is it okay to be like Sister Ninja?

Is it OK?

Is it right?

This was heard in Butterfly Nin's ears, which made a few blue veins suddenly rise on her forehead.

This little guy! Do you know how long I have worked hard for today's physical fitness?

It actually...it's actually said so lightly!

Sure enough, not all children are as sensible as Kyuro!
To be continued...