Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

In most of the worlds, Jinjian is the so-called "blade that does not exist", and Crow Tengu is more of a legend and strange talk, just like Jinjian is just an anecdote written by a writer of unofficial history to add a bit of mystery to Yoshitsune. talk.

Only in a very small number of worlds, Sanjo Zongjin once forged a large sword called Imaiken, which was enshrined in the temple of Mount Anma, and was given to his disciple Minamoto who learned martial arts by the leader of the Kurama Yamaya Tengu. Yoshitsune, after several changes later, when Minamoto Yoshitsune and Musashibo Benkei met at the Gojo Bridge, the Otachi sword had been recast into a short sword, and then as a protective sword, it has been following Yoshitsune, and has been following him to the end of his life. Last minute.

That is the honor and imprint of Jinjian as a sword. Regardless of whether he really exists in countless worlds, the name of Jinjian is closely connected with Yoshitsune.

The master of the present sword is Lord Yoshitsune. Even though the vicissitudes of the world have changed for thousands of years, he still believes so stubbornly. It would be nice to meet again.

It is precisely this kind of obsession that makes the spirit on Gao Tianyuan unconsciously chase the breath of Yoshitsune, even if he does not hear the call, he still can't wait to descend, so that the spirit can stand on the ground of Yoshitsune. In front of the public, he said proudly: "I am Imken! Yoshitsune's protective sword! How is it? It's very powerful, right?!"

Mr. Yijing smiled and praised: "Wow, Jinjian is already a god, it's amazing!"

and so……

"I don't want to leave Yoshitsune..." The white-haired little tengu struggled in Zong Jue's arms, trying to step over the table and grab Yoshitsune's clothes, "Don't..."

"Be obedient..." Yoshitsune softened his tone and coaxed him, "Didn't we agree?"

At this time, Xiao Tengu was like a child who had promised at home that he would go to kindergarten obediently, but then regretted crying at the gate of the kindergarten and asked his parents to go home. He stared at Yoshitsune with wet eyes for a long time, choked up He asked twice: "Then...then will you still contact me?"

"You can write to me, and the government of the time has a contact network with Huangquan." Yi Jinggong winked at Guideng while speaking, and Guideng answered knowingly: "Zong Jue has a dedicated line for Huangquan. If necessary, there is no problem with video every day.”

"Hey... I haven't said yes..." Zong Jue sighed, but he stroked the little tengu's hair and persuaded him, "Your body is starting to lose it, and if this continues, we may have to consider forcing Repatriation will send you back to Gaotianyuan."

He couldn't be allowed to wait to die in Huangquan, otherwise Gao Tianyuan would have a hard time explaining it.

Little Tengu weighed the pros and cons of the two parties in his heart, and stared at Yoshitsune with grievances: "Then...then it's settled, you need to contact me."

"I'm sure I won't leave you alone." Yoshitsune stretched out his hand with a sigh of relief and a smile, "Can I hook you up?"

The little tengu quickly hooked Yoshitsune's little finger with his little finger, and shook it seriously.

But until Zong Jue and the others left the dim sum shop, Xiao Tiangu was very depressed. When he left, he simply changed back to his body and let Zong Jue stuff himself into his clothes. Although the typical children went to kindergarten obediently in the end, they still went to the kindergarten. Like throwing a tantrum.

"Sorry..." Yoshitsune touched his nose and said.

Zong Jue didn't take it seriously. The children he raised, whether it was Ghost Lamp or Saiki Kusuo, were all very strong personalities. Compared with Imai, a normal child with a temper is nothing.

At least he won't cause fundamental changes in hair color all over the world just because he was laughed at for his hair color in kindergarten.

They packed two more snacks at the snack shop, and when they walked back to Yatengu police station, the door of the living room was still tightly closed, so they stood in the courtyard and chatted a few more words before the door was slowly opened push away.

Nuliang Koipan and Yamabuki Otome stood side by side, and they didn't know what they were talking about. There was a sense of relief in their expressions, and there was a kind of wonderful atmosphere around them that people couldn't penetrate at all, even the air changed. It's sticky and sweet.

"I've been waiting for a long time." Yamabuki Otome bowed slightly, looked at Ghost Lantern and asked, "Master Ghost Lantern, do you know if there are any vacancies in the reincarnation team?"

"With you, you can leave at any time." Ghost Lantern said.

Yamabuki Otome nodded and said, "Then it's now, please."

There is a huge difference in the flow of time between the present world and the underworld, and she no longer wants to wait any longer, nor does she want Master Li Ban to wait any longer.

"Right now?" Ghost Lantern repeated in surprise, "So urgent?"

Yamabuki Otome's expression was firm: "If I don't hurry up, I will be timid."

Don't leave any chance for regret before you get discouraged.

Nuliang Liban held her shoulders, just like this, she felt that she had infinite strength.

So the ghost directly notified the relevant departments to temporarily add Yamabuki Otome. The whole process took no more than two hours. Basically, when he arrived at the designated place in the obscurity car, the reply to the application also came to the ghost. Hand over the application form for the official seal to the staff, and Otome Yamabuki can have a brand new future in this world.

But she still hesitated for a moment unavoidably, it was the panic and bewilderment that everyone will inevitably experience in the face of an unpredictable future.

Is this choice really right?

She couldn't help thinking this way, and felt her heart beating wildly after a long absence.

"Otome." Nuliang Liban pulled her from behind and leaned over to kiss her, and said word by word, "Don't even try to get rid of me in your next life."

Yamabuki Otome was taken aback, and smiled with moist eyes: "That's really unlucky."

She is not a very courageous person, not from the beginning, she just wants to live a stable and peaceful life, her traditional personality is easily influenced by gossip, she is like this, even she feels a little weak , all the courage of Yamabuki Otome comes from Nura Kotomo.

She took a deep breath, turned around and walked forward without hesitation.

This time, she will take the initiative to take that step.

The channel of reincarnation is one of the very few connections between Huang Quan and the present world that Huang Quan cannot fully control, which means that it is one of the places that are most likely to be tampered with. Many fugitives that Zong Jue was chasing back then took advantage of this loophole. Of course, most of them are directly torn apart by the distorted space in the passage. If you are lucky in 200 years, there may be such a fragment that will be spit out from the passage.

Zong Jue had patrolled around this passage countless times, and forcibly passed through this passage to hunt down fugitives. He was more familiar with this passage than anyone in Huangquan, so when he caught some subtle power and When the fierce wind appeared quietly in the passage, he almost subconsciously rushed out and pushed Yamabuki Otome so that she could be reincarnated smoothly, and followed the pull of that force to chase after her.

"Ghost Lantern, please see off the guests, I won't be back later." Before the end of the sound landed, there was no one in the passageway.

"..." Nuliang Liban looked at the ghost lamp and closed and locked the door of the passage without worrying at all, and even invited him to visit hell before going back with hospitality. He couldn't help but asked worriedly, " Will he be all right?"

"Ah." Ghost Lantern said casually, "Don't worry about this level."

What needs to be worried should be the side that ran into Zong Jue unexpectedly.

——According to the laws of the underworld, interference with the reincarnation channel is a felony among felonies, and it is allowed to directly kill the soul on the spot and send it to the underworld regardless of its original lifespan.

In fact, there is really no need to worry. Zong Jue followed the pull of that force very smoothly, crossed the boundary between the underworld and the world, and landed firmly in the center of the complicated formation.

The rancid breath rushed towards his face, accompanied by extremely strong fluctuations in spiritual power. Zong Jue glanced at it through the dim light of the magic circle. This is a prison cell, which uses cold and hard iron to isolate the soul from the perception of the outside world. The vague but seemingly endless chanting sound echoed in his ears. Along with this sound, various illusions appeared in front of him, and a huge torrent impacted his spirit. Once the spiritual defense was washed away, his Everything will become blank for anyone to write on.

Zong Jue didn't care about this, he yawned and ignored it as the background music, but the spirit of Jinjian stuffed in his arms was far from that strong, and within a few seconds it was buzzing violently and scalding like a soldering iron. He could even He heard the little tengu crying hoarsely.

"Shut up." Zong Jue said coldly, the filth from the underworld surged under his feet, swallowing everything in this cell in an instant, and the house made of steel melted and collapsed like glutinous rice paper in water. Outside, he was also fully armed, and all possible escape routes were guarded. Facing him were a young man dressed as an onmyoji and an ugly and weird monster.

"Who are you?!" the monster yelled, there was a slit in his bald head, and a huge eyeball rolled rapidly inside, "Where's Yamabuki Otome?!"

"I said, shut up." Zong Jue glanced at him lightly. The thick dark color under his feet spread towards him as if consciously. It was a dark color that could swallow everything. Already disappeared into the darkness.

It was as if he had fallen into his own shadow out of thin air, and then never floated up again.

"You—" the onmyoji just opened his mouth, and the second half of the sentence disappeared from Zong Jue's sight.

It finally quieted down, and all the voices disappeared, only the short knife in Zong Jue's arms was still violently hitting the scabbard, making a groan as if it was broken.

When Zong Jue held his hand on the handle of the knife, the little tengu absorbed Zong Jue's spiritual power like a completely dried up sponge touching water, completely surpassing the spiritual power that a shake of the short knife could bear in the blink of an eye Then rushed in.

But it’s not enough, it’s still not enough, more and more power is needed. The little tengu who has basically lost his self-awareness is following the deepest desire in his heart to desperately search for spiritual power, which is enough to destroy any spiritual power that swells with a dagger It also made him feel extreme pain, cracks appeared on the blade, and the light reflected on the blade was fragmented.

So he instinctively expanded outwards, the blade shattered, and then reassembled with spiritual power. Zong Jue's sufficient spiritual power allowed him to successfully piece together a brand new body. He was so familiar with the blade and the blade, as if he had done it thousands of times. For a moment, he even felt that he should be like this, powerful, broad, and unrivaled. When he was a short knife, everything was like a dream, and even if he remembered it after waking up, he would have no sense of reality.

He opened his eyes again, and took his body from Zong Jue.

Six feet and five inches tall, full of brilliance.

You only need to look at the Odachi to feel the extreme pressure.

What becomes far away, and what becomes close at hand.

Something came back.

"Heh." The corners of the lips of the young man with long white hair and battle armor curled up in a cold arc, and there was a bit of mockery and sarcasm in his eyes.

His half-squinted eyes are bright red, which is completely different from Xiaohumaru, or the darkly fallen Tsurumaru, like the redness of a raging fire that never stops and is enough to burn everything.

"Want to play together, everyone?"