Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

In the absence of any emergencies, time will pass faster than imagined, and more than ten days will pass by in a blink of an eye.

Zong Jue repaired Xiaohumaru step by step every day, and even took the time to make a spell for Tsurumaru to confuse the breath, and matched it with the high-quality imitation Tsurumaru Kuninaga's white battle uniform and golden colored contact lenses bought from outside. , There is no problem at all with Kasen Kanesada and Yaken Toshiro in battle.

Before being sold into the black market, Tsurumaru vaguely remembered that he was also one of the main forces of a certain Honmaru, and his training level was also very high in line with his status as a main force. It is enough to cope with the first few maps that have no strength at all.

The newly established Honmaru and his current available combat power are only three. Even if most of the insiders stopped doing it with the permission of the god judge and instead purchased the finished product directly from Wanwu, it was enough for him every day. He was too busy to touch the ground.

Yet very, very fulfilling.

He's more or less starting to learn to laugh from the heart instead of letting the emptiness drown out all his emotions.

He hung the wind chimes that Kasen Kanesada had brought back from Wanwu by the window, and wrapped himself in a warm quilt into a crane ball contentedly amid the sound of the jingle bells.

He seems to be a bit afraid of the cold, so he always likes to wrap himself tightly with the quilt that has been dried.

When Zong Jue passed by, he saw him curled up in the quilt, and compared with when he was brought back by him, his face had an imperceptible softness.

Zong Jue paused. He had always thought of himself as a level-headed examiner, but at this moment he had to admit that he had indeed given most of his energy to Xiaohuwan recently, and inevitably neglected Hewan to some extent. , although the other party doesn't seem to particularly care about his attention, it is definitely not a reason for him to favor one over another with peace of mind.

Tsurumaru felt a shadow cast on his face in a daze, and when he half opened his eyes, he saw Zong Jue sitting in front of him with a serious face, "Good day, Lord Hall." Tsurumaru yawned, and his red eyes instantly Watery, like a poor rabbit.

Seeing that Zong Jue didn't intend to leave after standing still, Tsurumaru wrapped himself in the quilt and moved to the side to make room for Zong Jue to sit down.

Zong Jue sat beside Tsurumaru, thinking carefully about where to start the conversation.

Tsurumaru didn't have any intention of opening his mouth. Anyway, he was used to long silence and daze, and he had no interest in communication. He just sat there wrapped in a quilt and crooked. He didn't have any work today. Well, the quilt was just taken out yesterday and it was the most comfortable time to dry it. If Zong Jue hadn’t come, he could have huddled under the quilt all afternoon and pretended that he was a crane ball integrated with the quilt, and he wouldn’t necessarily fall asleep. But he will stay unswervingly in his quilt bed until he eats before going out.

Before Zong Jue could think about how to speak, he felt a weight on his knees, and when he looked down, he saw Tsurumaru, who was tightly wrapped up and only his head was exposed, lying on his lap unceremoniously, his eyes were so sleepy that he lost consciousness, Zong Jue hesitated for a moment, then asked softly, "Are you happy here?"

What responded to him was a large crane ball that turned over and smashed its head from his knees to the ground, then wrapped in a quilt and rolled onto the mattress.

Should... be happy, right?

Zong Jue put the guard that he planned to give to Tsurumaru at night next to his pillow. The dark sword couldn't wear the guard of a man with ordinary swords. Zong Jue made it himself.

He feels that compared to forging, the difficulty of sewing cloth is absolutely hell level.

In the spare time in the afternoon, I still repair Xiaohuwan. After these days of repairing, the knife in his hand is completely different from the original one. The rust and burn marks on the knife body are gone, and the knife pattern is like ripples. The clear radiance shrouded in the sound of ringing pendants. Zong Jue put the knife in his hand and tapped it with a powder stick. Every time the spiritual power meets and collides, it emits a brilliance that cannot be seen by the naked eye. .

Just like when it was forged.

There was an inscription on the knife body, Zong Jue rubbed the sunken writing on the knife body, and murmured: "Xiao Blacksmith Zong is near the inscription on the knife watch..."

"The little fox is clearly on the inside." The answering voice was clear and magnetic, and Zong Jue felt that there was an aura that belonged to the God of Tianjin behind him. The god leaned over and buried his head between Zong Jue's neck. The fox mask with gorgeous red and gold patterns gently covered Zong Jue's face, and he sighed in a hot and sweet tone, "Through the endless river of time, I can meet you again."

"Just like the blessing you gave me."

"This is actually here with you, I thought it was gone long ago." Zong Jue took off the mask covering his face and turned his head with a smile, "Finally willing to come out?"

It's already healed early tomorrow, but I stay in the knife every day and pretend to be aggrieved, seriously injured, and dying. I have to carefully warm up with spiritual power every day, or I will be awkward. Want to beat him to death.

The god named Xiaohumaru had an innocent smile on his face, and his canine teeth showed a little bit between his lips, "If it's like this, I'd be embarrassed to act like a spoiled child to you."

As he said this, he sat upright on his knees and tilted his head slightly, his glazed red eyes curved beautifully.

Perhaps because of Zong Jue, he does not look as elegant and thin as the usual Tianhu, but instead shows a kind of frank and wild charm.

"You don't seem to be embarrassed." Zong Jue said so, but still half-knelt up and took Xiaohuwan into his arms, "Like this?"

Xiaohuwan hugged Zong Jue's waist, and pulled his arms together vigorously, "It's okay to touch, Xiaohu's hair is very soft."

He expressed his appeal frankly and frankly. Zong Jue reached out and stroked Xiao Humaru's white hair, and said softly, "I'm very glad...to meet you again."

After all, every sword he casts is like his child.

Xiaohuwan raised her head, her brows and eyes crooked with a smile, "Me too."

He knew that in Zong Jue's consciousness, he was forged not long ago, and they missed each other equally, but what did it matter.

As the years went by, he worked hard and prayed desperately, looking forward to seeing each other again, and he was happy every day.

"Okay, okay, Yaoyan is coming." Zong Jue patted the coquettish little Huwan in his arms, stood up without any nostalgia, sorted his messy clothes, pushed the door and walked out.

Xiaohumaru looked at Zong Jue's back and sighed.

Well, this reaction was actually expected.

He patted his cheek to cheer himself up, and followed Zong Jue out the door.

Zong Jue's Honmaru finally arrived for dinner this day, although the documents that the ghost lamp urged him to continue working also came with it - there was still time to shoot Foxnosuke and eat fried tofu, it seemed that he was still too free.

With great experience, Zong Jue directly ignored the document of dropping the ghost lamp, and conceived the sword that he promised to forge.

What kind of ore to choose, what shape to cast, and what kind of formation runes to engrave, he likes this process of repeatedly calculating and simulating the plan in his mind, especially this time one of the materials is the Untouched "worms", unknown challenges made him excited.

After the mopping up of the black market is completed, he can start experimenting with peace of mind.

This is also one of the reasons why he was unexpectedly active on the battlefield.

Although it is definitely not good news for the enemy.

As soon as the mopping up was over, Zong Jue locked himself in the workshop with peace of mind, and didn't take him out for seven or eight days.

Foxnosuke quietly slipped into the God-inspector's workshop, lightly passed through the scattered mineral materials and lumps of drafts on the ground, and found Zong Jue at the table who was buried in spiritual power calculations, Yaolang was beside him If he is given another chance, he must seriously consider the decision to ask Zong Jue to forge a sword for him—Zong Jue almost dismantled himself these days and thoroughly studied and analyzed it. The dazzling calculation deduced that he was physically and mentally exhausted just watching from the sidelines, not to mention that Zong Jue didn't take a break at all when he worked. Unknowingly, I also endured it for several days, often sitting there and falling asleep until I lost consciousness.

"My lord?" Honosuke called out in a low voice, and Zong Jue kept murmuring in response, probably because he didn't hear clearly who was speaking.

Obviously, he looks sluggish and lazy at ordinary times, but when he works, he is extremely serious and fanatical.

Serious to the point of worrying.

Foxnosuke carefully pulled Zong Jue's trousers, trying to get the attention of the god judge, but Zong Jue didn't even give him a look. After a few minutes, he stopped writing and pinched the center of his eyebrows, as if he had encountered something embarrassing question.

"Yes... have you encountered any problems?" Fox Nosuke thought about starting the topic.

"The structure of worms is too complicated and huge, no matter what kind of material it can hold." Zong Jue added a few more strokes to the full paper, "Too close to the source of life, it is easier to distort than to cut off cause and effect cause and effect."

Rather than answering Fox's question, he was talking to himself.

After finishing writing, he realized that it was Fox Nosuke who asked the question, put down his pen and asked, "What's the matter?"

Foxnosuke nodded hurriedly, his body froze suddenly, and the next second, the pitiful fox's face showed a gloomy expression.

"The days are very leisurely, and I still have time to help others forge swords." The ghost lamp's deep voice came out, and it forcibly created a ghostly fire effect in sunny days.

He straightened up and placed Fox's little paw on Zong Jue's knee, "Those who don't work will have their benefits withdrawn."

"Like a forge where someone burns money every year."

Under the bright sun, Zong Jue suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing on his back.