Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

"Busy?" Nuliang Liban blinked, holding a cigarette stick in his hand, the smell of tobacco drifted out with the white smoke, it was not heavy, it was surprisingly light.

"It's just to exchange feelings with my own children." Zong Jue raised his eyebrows and smiled, "What do you want from me?"

"That's right." Nu Liang's carp partner walked in and sat down at the table, leaning heavily on the edge of the table with one leg propped up.

"General, I'll go to Xiaohumaru Hall to have a look." Yaoken Toshiro said, after all, Xiaodao Dao's skin is still thin, and he has been gossiping here for a long time, and now he is inevitably a little bit ashamed, consciously sitting here like this again It was a bit embarrassing to go down, so I found an excuse and walked out.

Zong Jue casually gathered the documents spread out on the table and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's true, but it's not me." Nuliang Liban untied the knife from his waist and put it on the table, "It's him."

Mist rises from the blade, a faint purple mist like lavender covering Zong Jue's head and face. The mist carries a strong and fragrant fragrance of flowers, and the surroundings are no longer the same as before. The room is a Japanese room, but a large flower field, clusters of unnamed flowers bloom very lively, hugging the branches and falling to the ground, it seems that the sky and the earth are full of the soft color of flowers.

The sky is an ambiguous red color, between reddish and reddish, mixed with deep and light red, which inexplicably evokes a kind of indescribable sadness, which is an instinctive feeling of sorrow for the scenery. Love is like death and extinction when you see fallen leaves, and new life and hope when you see flowers blooming. It is instinctive association and emotional endowment.

In fact, it's just that at dusk, the clouds are dyed the color of the sun.

Zong Jue saw Nuliang Liban in the flower field.

Compared with the Nuliang carp partner he met now, he was a little more soft and tender from the bottom of his bones, and a little less careless and alienated.

This is not the Nuliang carp partner he knew, but the Nuliang carp partner that Di Dao knew and in Di Dao's memory.

Yes, this is a memory, because it is often wiped and revisited, and it is as vivid as before. Even the fragrance of flowers in the air and the touch of grass and trees under your feet do not have the illusory and fuzzy feeling that memories should have.

Nuliang Carphan in Didao's memory is looking at a child with tenderness and pride, a cute and lively boy about seven or eight years old, that face is not special to Nuliang Carphan Similar, compared to the wicked handsomeness of the slippery ghost, it seems quite ordinary, but as long as they see the two of them standing together, everyone will immediately see the deep blood relationship between them.

Lu Sheng.

This name suddenly appeared in Zong Jue's mind, as if someone reminded him in his ear, this child is called Lu Sheng, Nuliang Lusheng, and it is the child of Nuliang Li accompanied by a human woman.

The child named Nura Rikuo ran ahead, stopped suddenly, and then ran back holding the hand of a black-haired girl.

With long black hair, black eyes, and a faint smile just like the rebirth of Yamabuki Otome, Nuliang Koban fell into a brief trance, and the young Nuliang Rikusheng couldn't understand the complicated meaning of his father's expression. He just happily took his new friend to play in the flower field for a whole afternoon. He didn't know how many unforgettable past events this new friend casually mentioned to Nuliang Carp, The past that was nailed to the nails and dust-sealed was turned out once again.

"Father, here!" Nuliang Lusheng ran far away to the end of the path, waving happily and shouting, "Sister, come quickly!"

Nuliang Koipan looked down at the girl standing beside him, and the girl raised her head, showing a smile as if Yamabuki flowers were in full bloom.

He turned around without warning, and the knife stabbed into his body from behind.

Zong Jue was just a bystander from the beginning to the end, no one noticed his existence, and performed their due roles on their own.

He watched Nuliang Koipan fall down, but softly chanted the poem "Yamabuki Blossoms Seven or Eightfold" as if he was relieved, but he didn't know that this was the key to awaken Yamabuki Otome's true memory. The screams of belief, the world of memory fluctuated violently, the flower fields, the sky, everything seemed to be broken into cracks, shattered into pieces, falling and dissipating piece by piece, even waving hands and smiling Nuliang Rikusheng, including the ashen-faced and dying Nura Carp, are like accessories in this scene, disappearing without a trace as the scene collapses.

So there was only the darkness, the girl holding the sword, and the sword Mikimaru hanging on the waist with Nura Koi.

Then Mikimaru came out of the sheath tremblingly as if regaining consciousness, beheaded the murderer who killed his master to avenge him, the blood was soaked on the blade, and the blurred and ambiguous red bloomed.

That kind of red bloomed, and once again turned into flowers all over the mountains and plains, and clouds all over the sky.

Everything repeats itself again.

over and over again.

As if repeated thousands of times can turn into reality.

"These are all false." After watching No.30 or No.40 times, Zong Jue finally said, "You should be very clear that all of this cannot be turned into reality."

So the flowers and clouds all disappeared, leaving only a faint purple mist.

"This is your real body?" Zong Jue stretched out his hand, and the mist flowed between his fingers, forming a beautiful little scroll.

Yes.An answer popped up in Zong Jue's heart, and he knew it was the answer given to him by the fog in front of him.

"Do you... want revenge?" Zong Jue asked tentatively.

No, it's not.

"Then you want...?"

I want to... want to protect...

Mikimaru...is a sword that protects its master...

Nura Kobi's sword Mikirimaru was originally his mother Sakurahime's short sword for body protection, and then it was processed and recast into a style suitable for Nura Nate when Nura Nate challenged Yu Yihu, and then When it was passed on to Nuliang Liban, it was also modified and recast in line with Nuliang Liban's knife habits. If there is no accident, he will be passed to the hands of Nuliang Liban's child, and then for that child And was polished or recast again.

The above information comes from information obtained by Yaoken Fujishiro.

Therefore, the appearance of the enemy sword is a vague mist, so he can change into any shape at will, because it doesn't matter what it looks like. Mimiqiermaru does not exist as an ichishin sword or as an ichishin Taidao. His meaning It's just to protect the master you want to protect.

I was... very desperate and regretful...

Zong Jue heard a certain sound, which was more like the sound of air friction than a voice, but he could clearly identify the meaning.

After Li Ban-sama died... I felt extremely regretful...

The guarding knife can only watch his master fall, watching him lose his life little by little in despair, but can only hum in the scabbard in vain. He even more clearly realizes that Nuliang Carp Companion He did not die from a knife wound, but voluntarily dissipated his "fear" and walked towards death voluntarily.

It was obviously a protective sword, and it was obviously a sword that was cast for protection, but it did nothing in the end.

He used to be extremely annoyed by this, indulged in fantasy over and over again but deeply knew that it was just fantasy.

Please let me...stay with Master Koban...

This is his last, only prayer.

A bright knife light cut through the fog, and the sharp and clear knife light cut through all the chaos and mist. Everything vibrated violently. The voice in Zong Jue's ear was weak but persistent.

I beg you...

I beg you...

Over and over again, like the rustling of the wind.

Zong Jue raised his hand, and the fragments of spiritual light from the scattered mist quietly entered his sleeve.

The wind stopped.

"The main hall!" Xiaohuwan, holding a knife in one hand, quickly rushed into the mist that had not yet cleared, grabbed Zong Jue's hand and looked him up and down nervously, "Are you okay! Are you injured?!"

"I'm fine." Zong Jue put his hands on Xiaohuwan's back to comfort him, "Have I been away for a long time?"

"The whole afternoon." Xiaohuwan grabbed Zong Jue like a big dog frightened by the sudden disappearance of his master, and dared not let go, "This whole afternoon was shrouded in fog..."

He slowly lowered his head and buried his head on Zong Jue's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm very worried about you..."

Originally, he could wait patiently. One afternoon is not such a long time. Moreover, with Zong Jue's ability, there were very few things that could threaten him. In an instant, my mind went blank. Although there were few things that could threaten Zong Jue, it didn't mean that there were none. What if, what if something happened.

As the god of Tianjin, the original spirit knew much more than the spirit, and this knowledge became a source of uneasiness for him.

Little Fox Maru inevitably panicked.

"Relax, I'm fine." Zong Jue slowly moved up Xiaohumaru's back along his spine, pinched the back of his neck, and stroked his hair gently, like a little fox comforting Inari God. Mao, "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

"Sorry..." Xiaohuwan paused, then said softly, "I shouldn't be so impulsive..."

"It's okay." Zong Jue said, "I can handle it cleanly."

"Hey! Come and help me too!" Nuliang Liban slashed a knife to kill a strange monster rushing towards him and shouted, "I can't hold on here anymore!"

He had never expected that the docile little guy would suddenly attack Zong Jue, and a few hours after the fog shrouded in it, he had never seen this kind of attack before him, and Zong Jue's companions called it a time retrograde army. Some monsters sneaked into the mansion of Nuliang without knowing how. Even if they reacted in time, several little monsters were killed by his sword. These monsters seemed to be endless. When one was killed, two or three appeared in front of him. It wasn't a special period. The Nuliang Group didn't have enough staff inside, which made it difficult for him to fight.

Zong Jue slashed and slashed the enemy's spear in front of Nuliang Liban with his backhand. The aura from his sleeves drifted away and landed on Mi Miqie Wan silently.

Xiaohumaru was wrong and wrong, the power of the God of Tianjin completely dispelled the hidden filth, and after a few thousand years, maybe he could see Miqiemaru again on Gaotianyuan.

"General!" The reinforcements from Nuliang's group finally arrived in time, and the monster named Kurodabo landed beside Nuliang's carp.

"Kurotianfang!" Nuliang Liban's expression stretched, exuding his "fear" without any scruples.

The "fear" of the two merged and entwined on Mi Miqie Wan.

"Let me show you a good one." Nuliang Liban raised the knife, his eyes bright and full of excitement.

Taking the fear of his companions on his own body is a unique skill he is proud of.

Haunted.

The bright knife light shattered the body of the time-traveling army like Tianhe Zhaxie, and the roar and wailing resounded through the sky. If the hidden formation was not arranged in time, the police may have come to the door by now.

Zong Jue squinted at the "fear" wrapped around the Nurliang Li companion knife, and suddenly felt that the problem that had been troubling him had finally taken a turn for the better.

He probably knew how to forge Yaolang's sword.