Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

The passengers on the shuttle bus went up and down, and slowly only Zong Jue and the young man remained. Although they had known each other for many years, Zong Jue didn't know the young man's name to be honest. Since he claimed to be a drug seller, he So he called him Yaolang, although Zong Jue always felt that tracking the traces of demons was his old friend's main business compared to selling medicine.

The theory of the truth is what the other party told him.

The drug seller is not a talkative person, and Zong Jue is also considerate of his friend's reticence, and only chatted a few words to keep the atmosphere from being awkwardly silent, and they each looked out the window without saying a word for more time.

Yuanyue Academy was built on the mountain. It did not wantonly destroy the mountains and forests when it was built. Instead, the buildings were included in the mountains and forests according to the terrain. The natural environment is well protected. Autumn is the season of fruitful fruits. The woods outside the window are warm Red and yellow are intertwined, the sunlight shuttles between the red and yellow leaves, some leaves are completely dry, and they will make a rustling sound when stepped on, and some are still struggling to hang on the branches, so one or two are swaying in the sunlight alone, unwilling to fall.

There are a lot of wild animals in the forest, some of which have been thriving here before the establishment of Yuanyue Academy, and some are species that were artificially brought in later. Most of these animals retain their wild nature, even though the environment of the academy is not afraid of People don’t take the initiative to get close to people, so Zong Jue only saw a few squirrels jumping between the branches of the trees on the way of the shuttle bus, and occasionally birds flew by, and most of them came and went in a hurry .

Time seems to suddenly become extremely slow on him, but everything in front of him seems to become very fast, as fast as a movie that is shown at an accelerated speed. The fantasy dream, eyes closed and opened, the sky has already slanted to the west.

No, it should be said that time has indeed slowed down on them, but the time in this world is still advancing at the original pace, so Zong Jue is still in front of the noon sun for a second, and the next second he I even saw tiny stars twinkling in the sky.

His fingertips slid across the void, and the space twisted and twisted in his hands, and then returned to its original shape.

"Time is gone," Zong Jue said.

It wasn't folded or distorted. The time that was slowed down just disappeared and disappeared without a trace, as if it never existed from the beginning.

Yao Lang was not surprised by this mutation, he just said in a somewhat sad tone: "I was eaten."

"Monster?" Zong Jue asked.

Yao Lang shook his head and said, "It's a bug."

There used to be such a saying in a certain world-there lived in the world a kind of creature that was completely different from common animals and plants, and people called them "worms". They were not bugs in the ordinary sense, nor were they monsters or monsters. They are not gods, but creatures that are closer to the origin of life than any other existence. They have their own unique ways of living, which in turn lead to various strange phenomena that are difficult for the world to understand.

There is a kind of "worm" on Yaolang's body. When he was not what he is now, but just an ordinary human exorcist, the "worm" was attached to him. It was an extremely powerful, Insects that cannot be eliminated feed on his cause and effect and time, making his day like ordinary people's ten or hundred days, and then giving him a life that is almost endless. In this endless life, He is getting stronger and stronger, but he is also getting closer and closer to the spirit body from his identity as a "human being". He even clearly realizes that even if he is separated from the "worm", death has become a distant reality for him. out of reach.

One of his friends, Yin Gu, who is engaged in chasing and researching the traces of "worms", also known as the so-called "worm master", told him that the name of the "worm" that boarded him was "gold". When the prototype of "Insect", it seems that the world has been plated with a layer of gorgeous and bright gold.

"It's about to die." Zong Jue held up Yaolang's hand, the slender hand was covered with soft white flesh, the lines on the palm were blurred, as if it was changing every moment.

The dying worm is driven by instinct to devour everything it can, lingering on its last breath.

Yao Lang looked down at the palm of his hand, under the skin and flesh resided the "gold" that had been interdependent with him for countless years. He once hated its existence so much that he could no longer have the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of life, old age, sickness and death of ordinary people. He was also extremely grateful for its existence, allowing him to see the magnificent scenery he had never seen before.

If it doesn't exist, maybe I will just be a mediocre mediocre exorcist in my whole life, and I will not be able to see through the truth under the surface and the truth beyond the truth.

"You said... you want to return my favor, right?" Yao Lang's hand was on top of Zong Jue's. Zong Jue's hand was holding a knife and holding a sword. Feeling the slightly hard and rough touch of the cocoon is completely different from him.

"Then... please forge a sword for me." The young man's light blue eyes reflected a strange golden color, and he didn't know whether he was speaking or the "it" residing on his body was speaking. , "Please use it as a raw material to cast a sword that can cut off cause and effect and repel demons."

The vitality of "gold" is extremely powerful, if it is boarded on the sword and fed with cause and effect, it may still be possible to survive.

"Are you sure?" Zong Jue knew what he meant, "In that case, your time will go back."

Yaolang's time is misplaced with the actual time. His "anchor point" is the "worm" that lives on him. When he peels off the worm, he will be like a rubber band that has lost its traction. Bounce back to where you should be.

Maybe it was the Heian era, maybe it was the Kamakura shogunate, or maybe it was the Meiji Restoration, go back to a certain point in the past, and then start over all alone at that point in time.

Yaolang smiled slightly, "It wants to live."

And he also wanted it to survive.

The long years have already made them half of each other, inseparable and unwilling to be separated.

Zong Jue sighed, "Then you will go back with me later."

The shuttle bus finally arrived at its destination slowly, Zong Jue got up and got off, Yao Lang followed behind him, with a smile on his brow.

His friend has a gentle heart that is completely different from the sharp appearance, like a colorful tiger, sniffing the roses.

Of course, Zong Jue can't let Zong Jue know about this kind of evaluation, otherwise that person will become angry from embarrassment.

"The main hall!" "General!"

Before Zong Jue took two steps, he heard the anxious voices of his own swordsmen, but it was true, he had agreed to go back soon, but there was no sign of anyone until the sun went down. It would be strange if they could still sit in the shop.

"Are you okay?!" Yaken Toshiro was panting, his forehead was covered with sweat, and Kasen Kanesada's eyes were even slightly red. It was obvious that he was anxious because of his sudden disappearance.

"I ran into something small on the road, so don't worry." Zong Jue took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat off his knife, "I'm sorry for making you worry."

Xiao Dian Dao shook his head vigorously, and just said: "It's good that you are fine, General." He didn't mention how anxious he was just now.

Yao Lang waited patiently for Zong Jue to appease the swordsmen before he stepped forward, his pale eyes flicked across their waists.

"Yao... no, the taste of Fusangshen." He said softly, "Your new shikigami?"

"He is my important subordinate." Zong Jue pointed at Yao Lang again and said, "This is my friend, you can call him Yao Lang."

Kasen Kanesada and Yaken Toshiro accepted without hindrance the setting that their own god-judgmentists can meet friends wherever they go. They have experienced Saiki Kusuo, who has pink hair and green glasses, makes them feel as if they are being seen through. Let’s do some makeup again. Yakuro with pointed ears doesn't look like a normal human, so there is nothing wrong with it.

Zong Jue's destination is a shop hidden among the trees. The European-style small building on the second floor is decorated luxuriously and exquisitely. Well-trained waiters shuttle between the tables. The colors on the dinner plate reflect each other. This place is completely different from the hustle and bustle of the cloister area. Food, from time to time, cover their lips in a low voice to communicate, and occasionally let out a few low-key chuckles.

The one who opened this shop was Nakiri Erina, one of the Ten Masters of Yuanyue. Of course, Zong Jue was more familiar with her as the granddaughter of the head coach of Yuanyue Academy.

"Guest, what is your appointment...?" The waiter stepped forward and asked.

"The commander-in-chief said he reserved a seat for me," Zong Jue said.

The waiter withdrew his face, bowed and said, "This way please."

The seat reserved for Zong Jue has the best view in the entire store, and there is only one other table vacant besides his seat. The Hosokawa family where he lived was the first family in Japan to drink wine during the Sengoku period, but he didn't like Western food very much. This has nothing to do with the taste of the food, it's just a matter of likes and dislikes.

Zong Jue also took good care of the taste of his initial knife, and ordered him a relatively Japanese-style dish on the menu.

When ordering, the head chef, Nakiri Erina, also showed her face, not only as the chef's courtesy to the guests, but also to satisfy her own desire for the guest who made her grandpa call him to ask for an appointment. Curious—that was a young man who seemed very cold and solemn. Just sitting there made her feel an inexplicable pressure, but it was not the pressure of fear, but a pure, natural sense of oppression.

This is a customer who needs to cheer up and deal with it well.

As she thought about it, her eyes swept across the only empty table, and she couldn't help feeling a trace of regret—it was a seat she had reserved for someone, but that person never showed up.

"Sorry?" Zong Jue asked suddenly.

"Huh... huh? Sorry, I didn't hear clearly just now." Nakiri Erina came back to her senses and hurriedly bowed to apologize.

"It's okay." Zong Jue handed the menu to the waiter, "The person you are waiting for will come one day."

"No...not..." Nakiri Erina stammered with flushed cheeks, "I...not..."

"The karma between you and him is not over yet." Yao Lang said, looking into the girl's flustered eyes, "As long as you walk firmly, you will be able to meet."

If someone else said that to Nakiri Erina without thinking, she would definitely be annoyed, but I don't know why it was not at all obtrusive when said from the mouths of the two people in front of me, but full of persuasion .

Will we meet...

Just thinking about it makes me feel full of joy and happiness.

The food made with this kind of mood is also full of joy and happiness.

Zong Jue slowly ate the dishes on the plate. How should I put it, being able to achieve this level at this age is considered pretty good.

Although there are still many shortcomings.

After the dishes were basically finished, Nakiri Erina routinely asked the guests how they felt.

"Excuse me—" Before she could finish speaking, the door was suddenly opened, and a man wrapped in a black windbreaker walked in, sweeping the audience with haughty and cold eyes, with a look of contempt on his face.

"Erina, your dishes are not made for people of this level to taste. You have to choose your diners carefully, otherwise your taste will be lowered."

His voice was deep and elegant, but it revealed indescribable malice.

Zong Jue cut off a small piece of fish fillet and sighed.

It's rare for him to invite someone to dinner.

The author has something to say:

The linkage between the insect master and the monster cat has a very big brain hole, I hope the little angels will not hit me QAQ

That's right, Yaolang's Demon-Breaking Sword was cast by the male protagonist, although there is no shadow yet

Since the hero is a knifesmith, he has to do some work, isn't it [not a professional pensioner?]