Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

If you ignore the residents, from the outside, Banyaozhili is just the most ordinary old village, with clumps of wild flowers and weeds growing on both sides of the bumpy field path, and all kinds of crops are thriving in the carefully tended land. The house still retains the charm of the ancient times. The tatami mats are a bit old, the color is dim and there are rough edges, but it reveals the vicissitudes and warmth of the years.

But from Zong Jue's point of view, what is presented in front of his eyes is a completely different world - this land is alive and breathing, like a loving mother nourishing the life that thrives on this land. The villagers, and because of the sincere gratitude of the villagers, become stronger and stronger.Zong Jue never imagined that in this era of fading beliefs and falling gods, he would be able to see such a land that was quietly gestating new gods.

It's just that this is only an ignorant instinct, and it can't even be regarded as a god. At most, it is just an existence like the collective will of the land. Innately, it is extremely fearful and loathes the aura of the underworld on Zong Jue, so it has been far away from him. But happily wandering around Xiaohumaru and Yaken Toshiro, bringing a breeze.

After a while, he wrapped another wild flower with dew on the table, and he didn't forget to turn his head and roll the dead leaves and grass roots into Zong Jue's face.

Xiaohuwan put down the teacup, frowned slightly exuding a bit of extremely sharp power, the wind with the fragrance of grass and trees stopped instantly, just like a child who did something wrong, rolled up pitifully not far away A small wind whirls, making the wind chimes jingle.

Zong Jue patted the grass roots on his body and said, "It doesn't understand anything, why are you fussing with it?"

Most of the land will resist the entry of Huangquan's family members. After all, once the filth of Huangquan on his body spreads, it will soon make the entire land lose its vitality.

Xiaohuwan smiled and showed her sharp canine teeth, "Because I'm not happy. Although you don't care, foxes are very small."

Zong Jue laughed, "You can't let Inari hear what you said."

Otherwise, I am afraid that I will be beaten to death by that vengeful Highness.

"So I'm here to join you?" Xiaohuwan sat next to Zong Jue and gently brushed his hair hanging by his ear, with a sincere tone that seemed to be suppressing some unconcealable emotions, "Even if I fall for you Huang Quan will not hesitate."

Zong Jue took the last sip of tea while holding the teacup, then turned slightly and patted his thigh and asked, "Do you want to brush your hair?"

Although he doesn't like the feeling of being groomed, most of the sky foxes enjoy being groomed for them-even if Xiaohumaru is not a real fox.

Xiaohuwan happily lay down and pillowed on Zong Jue's lap, and Zong Jue took a comb and slowly combed that long white hair that felt great to the touch.

Perhaps due to the influence of Zong Jue, the forger, Xiaohumaru's hair is not as soft and smooth as silk satin like ordinary Tianhu, but has a little toughness, so the tail of the hair will be raised in a small arc, Makes his hair look extremely shaggy.

If Xiaohumaru could transform into a fox, he would definitely have beautiful long and fluffy fur.

"I used to be very, very jealous." Xiaohumaru raised her eyes slightly, the glass-like red eyes were white to slightly bluish, condensed and clear, a pair of extremely beautiful eyes.

The time between him and Zong Jue is not equal, and the gods often exist in parallel on the entire time axis to listen to the prayers of believers, so the "present" Inari Omikami responded to the prayer of the Sanjo Zongjin in the "past", and Zong Jue jumped It's not a big deal to go back in time to forge swords, but for Kohomaru, when he finally set foot on Gao Tianyuan after a long time, Zong Jue hadn't even had a half-point intersection with Inari God.

So he can only wait again, waiting for the moment when their time will meet and synchronize.

He used to be extremely ugly and jealous of those young sky foxes who could roll around Zong Jue's side in an open and fair manner. Zong Jue would always be a little more patient and pampering with the cubs, even willing to spend most of the day grooming them Hair, playing those extremely boring throw-a-ball games with them.

For Zong Jue, who knew nothing in the past, Xiaohumaru was just one of the countless followers of Inari God, who met once in a while without even saying hello.

Zong Jue combed Xiaohuwan's hair, and didn't ask anything, just asked: "What about now?"

"Now..." Xiaohuwan slightly dragged out the ending, his eyes twinkled slightly, "I can't tell you yet."

Zong Jue tapped his forehead with the wooden comb in his hand, then bent down and kissed his forehead lightly.

Sometimes children are always inexplicably fond of acting like a baby. When Gui Deng was a child, he would occasionally grunt and puff up his little bun's face, and he had to hug and kiss his forehead to coax him well.

And when Saiki Kusuo was young, every time he couldn't control his superpowers and caused something to happen, he would suddenly appear in his bedroom in the middle of the night holding the pillow expressionlessly, occupying his bed and sweeping him away The quilt, at least three coffee puddings to see a smile the next morning.

Zong Jue silently picked up the chestnut yokan on the table and fed it to Xiaohu Wan.

Good boy, good boy.

Without changing his face, he braided a small braid at the end of Xiaohuwan's hair, and stroked the top of his fluffy hair.

"General." Yaoken Fujishiro, who went out to explore the terrain, chose to return without going far. His hands were full of all kinds of snacks and toys that looked like handmade, and there was even a walking shaker behind him. The wobbly little girl saw Zong Jue's face, her eyes filled with mist, and she looked like she was about to twitch and cry the next second while holding Yaken Toshiro's leg.

Yaoken Fujishiro tried to pull his leg out in embarrassment, but to no avail, he had to say to Zong Jue first, "There are guests visiting outside."

Zong Jue understood, patted Xiaohuwan's head and said, "Take her to play, I'll take care of the guests."

Whether it is a land full of aura, or a spring of healing hidden in the forest, it is undoubtedly not something that the villagers in the half-demon land who live in peace and have no scheming to speak of can defend it. With its guardian, it will not be swallowed by the endless darkness of the world.

Just like chestnuts, the sweet and soft inside must be wrapped with a hard shell and sharp and dense thorns.

Kokomaru sat up and straightened his clothes, and exchanged glances with the little girl hiding behind Yaken Toshiro, the little girl looked at the shape of fox ears on the top of his head, and her fluffy ears trembled , showing a smile with tears in his eyes.

"Okay, okay." Xiaohuwan untied the body from his waist and handed it to Zong Jue, then stood up and carried the little girl into his arms and walked out, "Yaoyan, where did you abduct the little girl from?"

"Xiaohumaru hall!" Yaken Toshiro called out, put down the messy things on his hands, and invited the guests outside the door to enter.

The young man in a black and green kimono passed by Xiaohumaru, and the two looked at each other as if aware of something, and then the young man raised his eyebrows, "You're safe."

Xiaohuwan nodded slightly, and the little girl in her arms grabbed her by the hair, and quickly coaxed her to let go.

The main hall just combed his hair.

The young man chuckled twice, bent down to tease the little girl to let go, and quickly followed the young but powerful Fu Sangshen in front.

As far as the main body is concerned, it is probably the dagger worn at the waist.

"General, the guests have arrived." Yaken Toshiro let the young man in sideways, then knelt and bowed before standing up and leaving.

"Please." Zong Jue took advantage of the time to clear the coffee table, and made another pot of tea. The whole set of tea sets was exquisite and beautiful, obviously not the type that the villagers in Half Demon Village would use.

"This is troublesome." The young man scratched his hair and sat cross-legged across from Zong Jue, "I'm not very good at drinking tea."

The corners of his mouth curled into a bit of a naughty smile, his rich, almost amber golden eyes were long and narrow, and the ends of his eyes showed a bit of carelessness and laziness.

"That's just right." Zong Jue casually put away the tea set and pushed it aside, "I don't really like drinking tea either."

It's a pastime to hold a teacup and look at the scenery every day, so forget it.

The young man raised his eyebrows, put his hands on the table and asked with a smile, "Do you want to drink then?"

"I didn't bring alcohol." Zong Jue said, "Otherwise I would be beaten."

If the ghost lamp found out that he had brought alcohol, the child would have to go straight to Honmaru to settle the score with him.

The young man blinked his left eye at him, and found a jug with his hand, "It's a treasure that was secretly dug out from a certain old man, and it's the only one of its kind in the world."

Strictly speaking, there was only half a jug left, and he had already drank a lot when he dug it out.

He handed it to Zong Jue, "Try it?"

Zong Jue took one of the teacups on the side and filled it with wine. As soon as the water-clear liquid left the spout, it gave off a rich and fragrant aroma. The wine collided with the fine porcelain teacup, making a clear and clear sound like jade wares.

"Good wine." Zong Jue put the jug on the table and pushed it over. The young man took it and filled a teacup, "Cheers?"

Zong Jue raised his teacup and touched him.

Then the young man said: "It's not easy to enter the half-demon land."

"I thought you would be more indirect." Zong Jue raised his eyebrows.

"It's boring to try and test." The young man smiled, his chin propped up and his brows and eyes crooked. "And I quite like you."

Zong Jue laughed softly, "Isn't this just right, I like you too."

After all, Di Dao almost couldn't hold back the excitement when he saw this man, jumping up and down in the glass jar made him almost think he put a cat in it.

"Nuliang Liban." The young man pointed to himself.

"Zong Jue." Zong Jue said, and he put the shaking glass jar on the table and knocked, "Be quiet."

The mist in the glass jar paused, and quickly solidified into the appearance of a miniature version of Nura Kobi, and he swung the knife around his waist in a decent manner.

"What is this?" Nuliang Liban looked at the glass jar with great interest. The little guy in the jar had almost the same appearance as him, but his eyes were pure black, slightly round like an apricot pit, slightly Looking up at him straight up.

Nuliang Liban froze for a moment, the smile on the corner of his lips disappeared for a short while, and then he returned to his usual appearance very naturally, retracting his hand to pick up the teacup.

"It's a troublesome thing." Zong Jue shook the glass jar, the small enemy knife inside was shaken so that his eyes circled, and he squatted in the corner pitifully holding the knife, poking it with his fingers glass wall.

"This..." Nuliang Liban outstretched his hand and touched the glass jar in a strange manner. The little guy inside quickly reached out and patted him on tiptoe, and then turned into mist and rampaged in the jar like chicken blood. The glass jar that was placed on the corner of the table was unsteady and rolled down. The moment it fell on the tatami, the mist inside broke through the cork that blocked the mouth of the jar, and filled the entire room like a blanket.

"Tsk." Hearing Zong Jue smack his tongue lightly, Nuliang Liban pulled out the vibrating knife that had been placed by his side with his backhand, his clear and upright breath broke through the fog in an instant, and there was a faint hoarse scream.

Nuliang Liban didn't know what was going on, the eyes had been lingering in his mind just now, and when he realized it, he had already pulled out the Mimiqiewan from his waist to block Zong Jue's knife.

In the next second, the pervasive mist rushed into his knife as if it had found an entrance, and the blade, which was originally as clear as the bright moon, instantly clinged to complicated dark lines.

Zong Jue frowned and retracted the knife, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know either." The smile on Nuliang Liban's lips was mixed with bitterness, "Probably because... I thought of an old friend."

Those black, bright and clean eyes.

Just like an old friend.