Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

The king's stupor begins with the fear of death.

Aging, weakness, dullness, and the sound of imminent death footsteps are in the ears. Only at this time, will one realize deeply that no matter how much power he has, the king is just a mortal with a limited lifespan.

Because of aging, he is afraid of the young and ambitious heir, because of weakness, he is suspicious of the loyal minister, and because of dullness, he can no longer distinguish right from wrong. Obsessed with finding ways to live forever.

It's like a gambler who has lost his eyes at the gambling table, betting all his chips with all his might.

The name of the Kingdom of Fire is not much better, he is already senile, seven or eighty years old is considered the longest life in this era, he watched the servants below change from batch to batch, and the children and grandchildren in the hall looked like It is the crops in the field, one crop after another. When he sat on the top seat and looked down, he saw young faces in his eyes, his eyes were full of ambition, and he was eager to try to make a career.

He used to appreciate this kind of ambition and the drive to climb up, but now when he looks at those eyes, he suddenly feels a little fear, as if his old and frail self is being swallowed up by that kind of ambition little by little. .

He was more frightened than ever, and more insane than ever.

Zong Jue likes the madness of the daimyo of the Fire Nation, who grasps life-saving straws. This has allowed him to be given a lot of useful and useless titles in just three months. In the eyes of those nobles, he became a person who was truly qualified to sit at the negotiating table with them.

But it’s not enough. What Zong Jue needs is not to be equal. Before he really makes those nobles bow their heads, he must firmly hold on to the high thread and let the moon ship float above the turbid world—the nobility of theocracy lies in Its non-secularity, once it is contaminated with money and power, it will quickly become secularized in the eyes of everyone and lose the sense of alienation that is elusive, and then people will lose their sense of awe.

All rewards and gifts can only be rejected again and again. Even if it is a treasure that is secretly placed under the boat at night, it will be neatly placed at the owner's door in the morning of the next day. The flowers will turn into golden light spots and float away when the sun shines.

Compared to rejecting the daimyo's reward, it was a little more solemn, at least it was the two white-haired envoys who returned the imperial edict and treasures.

The divine envoy in black has a noble posture like a crane fluttering its wings, with a cold and serious expression, while the envoy in white shows off the face of a fox. The half face of the fox mask is intertwined with gold and red. When I had the slightest evil thought, I just felt that when the eyes painted with colorful vermilion swept over, all the distracting thoughts in my mind were wiped away, and the rest of my heart was full of clarity, like entering a fairyland.

Behind them are attendants holding rewards and imperial edicts. The beautiful women are wearing gorgeous dresses, their faces are shining brightly like the rising sun, and their gestures are more elegant and dignified than any Ji Jun. They half kneel on the Land, put down the item in your hand.

"My lord does not need the decoration of worldly things." The envoy in black raised his hand and covered the slightly mocking arc of his mouth with his wide sleeves, and his tone was straight and emotionless.

The envoy in white raised his lips slightly, and said casually: "There are too many garbage piles, and it is troublesome to clean up. Please be considerate."

Na Na, the daimyo of the Land of Fire, racked his brains to think of what else could please the gods, but he didn't know that the two envoys who looked as cold as clay sculptures and wood carvings in his eyes had returned to the moon ship within half a second. They burst out laughing one after another.

"It was almost a joke." Tsurumaru smiled while leaning on the side of the boat, "This line is really... poof—"

Halfway through his speech, he couldn't help laughing again. Although Xiaohuwan next to him tried his best to restrain himself, his brows and eyes were still full of smiles.

"At any rate, the main hall stayed up all night to write it." Xiaohumaru tried hard to persuade himself not to laugh, but this line was really able to poke their weak point of laughter. After he endured it for a while, he still laughed out loud.

The lines themselves are actually not that big of a problem, the problem lies in the characters involved in the lines. He feels that Zong Jue's character-designed script made up by staying up all night can be compared to the latest documentary filmed by the government of the time in order to attract the hard work of the judges. This sense is full of slots that make people want to complain but don't know where to start.

As soon as Zong Jue walked out the door, he saw that his family was shaking their swords twice and couldn't stop laughing at all. He sighed and thought about laughing, laughing, and throwing all the laughs to Song Xian's hands.

He now fully feels how reliable his initial sword is, and it can be relied on inside and out, and the nobles have to write haiku and a few waka at every turn during the poetry gatherings and banquets. If it weren't for Uta Sen Kanesada, he really couldn't think of anyone else in Honmaru who could handle it—of course, Uta Sen Kanesada was not active in the name of Moon Ship.

During the investigation of the situation in advance, he passed by a certain small country that was destroyed by the flames of war. It has always been a subsidiary country of the country of fire. A small country with a whole city can't make the Nation of Fire pay more attention, and it can only be destroyed overnight in the flames of war.

Zong Jue found the only survivor in the pile of corpses. The baby who was supposed to be the heir of that country was covered in blood, his face was pale and dying, and he was so hungry that he didn't even have the energy to cry.

Zong Jue rescued him, and as a reward he took advantage of the child's identity, Utama Kanesada and Dai Imam Kenmitsu as attendants brought the child to the Land of Fire, and logically infiltrated the nobles.

If you are too high up, you will not be able to hear the voices below. It is a big taboo to act without information. Kasen Kanesada came a little two months earlier than them, and now he has successfully obtained a civil service position in the Land of Fire. By the way, he got along like a fish in water in the aristocratic circle, and received a lot of handkerchiefs filled with various fragrances every day.

Probably because the sacrifices on the battlefield were all ninjas, and the nobles had no conception of the pain caused by the war. Even though it was an era of raging wars, the upper-class nobles advocated extravagance and enjoyment, and the atmosphere of pursuit of elegance was strong—— In Maru's words, it seems to be the style of Heian nobles.

Under the influence of this atmosphere, Kasen Kanesada, who is good at poetry and elegant, will naturally be sought after by noble women, not to mention his apparent identity as a declining nobleman who has destroyed a small country. The best object of responsibility.

In fact, not only women, but also Sen Kanesada received several love poems from men, and finally he stuffed them all into the stove with a dark face.

Da Jinjian sat upright with a blank face, and gently shook the rattan crib. The baby in the crib was crying with his mouth open, and the more he shook, the more he cried.

Ten seconds later, Da Jinjian roughly picked up the child and turned around to go out. After going around the yard twice, he jumped onto the roof and stuffed the sonic weapon of mass destruction in his hand into the arms of the dozing flame lying on the roof. inside.

He would rather play a legion's time-traveling army than stay in the same room for more than a minute with this child who cried and gave him a headache at the slightest disagreement.

"I'll go back." Da Jinjian said, feeling his body on the Moon Ship, and disappeared in place with a thought.

He had to go back and press Xiao Tiangou to write eighty or ninety copybooks to calm down, so as not to do anything impulsive.

Huo Huo Tuan Fan yawned, holding the butt of the little guy in his arms with one hand, and patted with the other hand. After a while, the little guy in his arms stopped crying, babbling softly and stretching out his hand To pull the hair of the flame ball fan.

Well, there is a ninja watching on the left, watching the chakra fluctuations...

Thousand hands.

The flame ball fan turned over in a lack of interest, and patted the child in his arms, "Good boy, please take a nap."

In a blink of an eye, winter is here. The first burst of cold rain fell and it became cold in a blink of an eye. The Land of Fire is located in a warm area, but at the coldest time of winter, thin ice will form on the water, and the cold wind blows through the bones. .

The daimyo of the Fire Nation fell ill.

Just opening the window a little in the morning, the old man fell down suddenly. The initial cold quickly developed into a high fever that lasted all day. When he was lying on the bed, he could clearly feel the life gradually flowing from his body. As time went by, the room was filled with a rotten smell, and the smell of rotten death made him dizzy and difficult to breathe, and the sound of the death knell seemed to ring in his ears.

He couldn't breathe, his ears were ringing, and he was shivering with cold. Death was approaching, and he was almost sure that he would die from this disease.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at the person serving by the bed.

His sons are busy fighting for power, and at this time, they still don't forget to frame each other and insinuate about the heir. His subordinates are busy making a last fortune before he dies, and their expressions are not half sad, only unconcealable impatience, only him His attendant wept unceasingly, but it was not because of his death, what was crying was the fate of the attendant being buried with him.

Just died?

Do you just hand over your career, which you have worked hard for all your life, to these sleazy people?

The fire country daimyo thought, suddenly he didn't know where the strength came from, he sat up clutching the quilt tightly, his dying body made the sound of being overwhelmed, making him panting and sweating.

"Senju." He hissed, and the ninja Senju Hashirama whom he had hired to protect him jumped off the beam.

How ridiculous, at the end of his life, what he can entrust to him is actually a lowly hired ninja.

"Take me to the Moonship." The Fire Nation daimyo paused.

The advantage of ninjas is that they will only obey the employer's words. Senju Zhuma rolled him up with a quilt and hugged him, no matter how other people tried to stop him, and easily avoided the pulling of those powerless nobles, Jumping and moving from the roof, he landed under the moon boat in a few breaths.

The Moonship in winter is like frost, snow and ice, with a cold and lonely loneliness.

The light was like moonlight falling from the boat, Zong Jue had been waiting here, and when he saw him, he nodded and said, "Come with me."

He took them to the top floor of the ship. The winding staircase seemed endless, but it seemed to arrive in an instant. He counted his heartbeats among the thousand-handed pillars. Zong Jue stopped when he counted to sixty. First, she tidied up her clothes that didn't have a single wrinkle on her body, then bowed and lowered her eyes, and opened the paper barrier door.

It was still daytime outside, but it was like night inside the room. The ceiling was dotted with stars, and the bright and radiant glow was the only light source in the room.

Facing the door is the hanging curtain, and the figure sitting behind can be vaguely seen, Tsurumaru and Kokomaru kneeling on the left and right on both sides, and then Yaken Toshiro and Imaken are next.

"Put me down." The fire country daimyo struggled and knelt on the ground, with his forehead on the back of his hand, "Please save me!"

"I am willing to dedicate the entire Fire Nation to you!"

He would rather dedicate it to the gods than to take advantage of those who are in trouble after his death.

His voice echoed in the air, silent and no one answered, Qianshou Zhujian rolled his eyes, and found that the faces of the kneeling people on the left and right showed a bit of sarcasm.

After a long time, the fire country daimyo finally heard a sigh, and the accessories collided with a pleasant sound.

Qianshou Zhujian squinted at Zong Jue, who bent down and half-kneeled to pull up the curtain. The figure behind the curtain covered his mouth with his sleeves, laughed twice and said, "Where the moonlight shines is my land. "

"And those who are illuminated by the moonlight are all my people."

Those eyes were bent, and the light in them was like a crescent moon rising and falling. Even though there was an endless sea of ​​stars behind him, it only set off his tsinghua loftiness.

As the crescent moon bends in winter.

Extremely cold.

Extreme silence.