The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

But anyway, it's always good to be able to do it.

"Thanks, Patchouli."

Xie Wu's words are definitely sincere.

"Ah."

After responding lukewarmly, Paqiuli greeted Remilia and walked towards the basement without looking back.

"Is that enough?"

Remilia stayed under the huge parasol and wondered:

"It feels like a toy."

"Ah."

Smiling helplessly at Remilia's evaluation, Takeya shrugged and said:

"But there's nothing wrong with it being a toy to you."

"Anything is fine, but if you want to practice this, what about the practice of swordsmanship?"

Remilia has obviously heard the rumors that Wu Ye learned swordsmanship from Bai Yulou's former teacher:

"Is it okay not to go to the underworld to report?"

"No problem, I've already said hello."

Wu spread his hands indifferently:

"Anyway, even if we continue to practice, I'm afraid there will be no results."

Thank you, Bifang Lurenjun, a good person is restless all his life, for your reward

Chapter 4 Initial Capabilities

Wu also gave up the practice of swordsmanship, very straightforward.

Although usually he often suffers relapses of secondary illness, and sometimes struggles with boring things for a long time, but in general, he has already passed the age where he can do it as soon as his mind is hot.

Wu is also a pragmatic person, or he doesn't want to waste his energy on meaningless places.

Soul Yaoji is definitely a very good teacher, because he never talked about those imaginary things with Wu Ye. He said on the first day of meeting that learning his swordsmanship requires a lot of talent.

Of course, Wu Ye, who thinks he is extraordinary, will not retreat because of this, so he persisted for a while, but the result was no improvement.

Soul Yaoji never speaks in a tactful direction. One thing is his character. He told Wu Ye bluntly that learning his swordsmanship is not a fluke.

No talent is no talent, and the result of practicing for another hundred years will not change. In short, even if Wu can practice to the death in the true sense, he can only practice swordsmanship until he can grasp it—— Waving, such a level.

As for things like sword skills, it is [-]% impossible to learn.

Soul Yaoji is a very good teacher, so what he said was also very cruel, which directly dispelled all Wu Ye's thoughts of trying his luck, and made him give up the practice of kendo from the bottom of his heart.

Although he was laughed at by Reimu because of this, thanks to him, Takeya completely cut off his last thought of swordsmanship.

Sure enough, I am still an ordinary person, this kind of thought once again appeared in Wu Ye's heart.

It is not clear how much the failure of swordsmanship has affected Wu Ye. Anyway, he has already diverted his excess energy to other areas.

"879."

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"881."

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"882... Ah, so boring!"

Loudly venting her displeasure, Remilia held her small face, her eyes were like a dead light bulb, full of listless colors.

"Wu Ye, what's the point of doing this kind of exercise? With your current physique, you won't lose the ball at all, okay? It's a waste of my saliva."

"..."

Wu didn't speak, but silently caught the ball bouncing off the wall with his hands, looked down at the tennis ball in his hand, then looked at his footsteps that were barely moving, and the almost Ball marks hit at the same spot...

Woji, I suddenly feel that what Remilia said makes sense!

At this moment, Wu Ye finally realized that in the face of absolute strength, the accidents he was worried about, and the preparations he made in advance because he was worried, were all useless efforts.

His current state is equivalent to wearing a magical costume to farm monsters at the gate of Xinshou Village. Even if he doesn't know a single skill, he can dominate this area just by leveling A, and even if he really wants to practice, the level here is too low. Can't meet the needs of practice at all.

So this is the same as what Remilia said, it doesn't make any sense for him to do these things.

Showing his sadness at a forty-five-degree angle, Wu Ye faced the rising sun and uttered the line that he had endured for a long time——

"Invincible, how lonely."

"... Takeya, is your brain finally broken?"

"..."