Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

"So, you are not on the side of historical revisionism." Yaken Toshi/Lang seemed to be very satisfied with the answer given to him by the god judge, and did not ask any more questions.

This time, Zong Jue was a little curious, "Don't you want to ask something else?"

Yaken Toshiro shook his head and said, "As long as this is enough."

For the rest, he will use his own eyes to see, think and judge with his own brain, and he is born with a bit of open-mindedness far beyond ordinary people, even for the weaving that makes many men with swords worry about him. Tian Nobunaga, he can also calmly make the evaluation of "just a normal person", as long as the god judge will not fall to the enemy, nor will he do something as bad as his predecessor As far as things are concerned, other things don't seem to be so important that he has to dig deep to find out.

Everything he's been through has taught him not to get too attached to certain things or just mess up his life.

Yaoken Fujishiro gestured on his body with the clothes that Zong Jue handed over, his face was congealed for a moment, and then he quickly returned to his usual indifference. He picked out some of Zong Jue's old clothes that he liked and put them on Carrying it in his hands, he took two larger ones and went down to try them on for Kasen Kanesada.

When he was walking down the stairs, the plot on TV was just at its climax, and the heroine's high-pitched cry startled him, and he took a closer look at Kasen Kanesada, who was sitting on the sofa and staring at the TV. It seems that I am reading some complicated and profound professional works, and I just have to take notes one by one with a pen and paper in my hand.

Yaken Toshiro was even more surprised that not only Kasen Kanesada was watching seriously, but the little milk dog who was lying on the sofa was also watching seriously, squatting on the sofa solemnly with his eyes wide open, The tail patted, and the simple and honest puppy's face was full of seriousness. He didn't look like he was studying some professional books, but he was clearly looking at important information that could determine his life or death.

Yaken Fujishiro couldn't help but began to wonder if his way of watching TV was wrong, so he couldn't find something thought-provoking in this soap opera that he could guess most of the plot in just a few seconds. Kasen Kanesada, who is also really good at elegant things, and the little milk dog who pretends to be dead and refuses to communicate, are not the highlights of being addicted to the enemy's short gun at the same time.

He put the clothes on the side of his hand, looked at the male protagonist who basically expressed his feelings on TV with roaring eyes, and the female protagonist who shed tears without aesthetic feeling, arguing with the logic of insulting the normal people's IQ, and listened to it. I explain I don't listen to you explain why you don't listen to me explain I just don't listen to you explain.

When Zong Jue went downstairs with the packed suitcase, what he saw was his family sitting on the sofa watching soap operas on TV with two vibrating swords, and the little milk dog squatting between them nodded frequently while watching, as if It was exciting to see what resonance there was.

"You go and change your clothes first. I've already booked the air ticket, so I'll leave immediately after changing my clothes." Sighing, Zong Jue directly pressed the power button of the TV, and then drove the two sitting on the sofa to change clothes.

The little milk dog on the sofa tilted its head and looked at him for a while with watery, honey-colored big eyes. It still clearly remembered how terrifying this man was, but its body instinctively wanted to rub against Zong Jue. She even wanted to turn over and spread out her belly for Zong Jue to scratch.

It's a pity that Zong Jue doesn't seem to be the same as most people in this world. He doesn't have any enthusiasm for the fluffy that is at hand. He licks the little milk dog's head very perfunctorily and then removes his hand, without paying attention How much better—you must know that Zong Jue was much more enthusiastic than now when the little milk dog was still a heroic enemy short gun.

Although it is the fighting spirit as an enemy.

The little milk dog shook his head, and pulled Zong Jue's knees with two small front paws. He raised his head and looked at the table. There were many cards and keys on it. A cowhide rope necklace was compared to his neck, subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but before he could turn his head and jump off the sofa, Zong Jue grabbed a leather rope around his neck and shortened the modified one Collar——Zong Jue even wrote his mobile phone number on the decorative copper piece of the cowhide rope, and left words such as "Return the heavy reward" on the back, so angry that the little milk dog opened its mouth and bit Zong Jue's hand.

A mouthful of blood, of course, the wound on Zong Jue's hand caused by the short gun has not healed, but it is no longer bleeding continuously like when he was first injured, but after being bitten like this, it is still more or less the same. There was some blood again.

"If you don't wear a collar, you will be arrested and locked up." Zong Jue patted the little milk dog's chubby buttocks, "I said, be more obedient, huh?"

His tone was not harsh, and it sounded the same as usual, but the little milk dog immediately became obedient, whimpered twice with its tail between its legs, and licked Zong Jue's injured wound again, using his watery wet big eyes looking at him.

The slightly drooping eye ends were born with a very pitiful meaning.

Zong Jue looked at him for a few seconds, then looked away.

"The main hall." Kasen Kanesaki came out just in time, "I kept you waiting for a long time."

Yaken Toshiro also came out, "Isn't it right to dress like this?"

Zong Jue’s clothes are not very design or fashionable. They are basically the basic styles randomly selected in the store. It looks too old-fashioned, but against the strong appearance of the sword, it is still so good-looking.

"You have one last chance." He was not in a hurry to set off, and said slowly, "As I told you before, this battle is different from the usual battlefield, and it may be very dangerous. You, the guards, also have a high chance of breaking your knives, and I don't necessarily need you to follow me to complete the task, if you don't want to go, you can stay here."

To a certain extent, there is probably no place in this world that is safer than his private residence.

"The main hall." Kasen Kanesada looked at Zong Jue firmly, "Buried in the battlefield is the glory of the sword."

Yaken Toshiro also held the handle of the knife with a smile, "Please don't worry about it."

"Then there is no chance to regret it." Zong Jue said, his face became more gentle, and he stood up holding the little milk dog by the back of the neck, "Let's go."

The gates of ordinary houses are opened to ordinary town streets, and even his status in this world is very ordinary-indeed, the ordinary in the public sense cannot be found on a map. In the ordinary town I came to, I taught in a public high school in the small town. The subject was inconspicuous art. There was no bright spot in class and class. I belonged to the kind of marginal figure that no one would care about even if it disappeared suddenly. .

No one would be interested in his affairs, and no one would be bored to inquire about him.

Such a dispensable little role.

Even in this world, the only fairly uncommon magician who can use so-called magic that the world considers to be so-called magic is still an ordinary role that can be easily ignored in the not-so-large circle of magicians.

Well, when he was still studying at the Clock Tower, he was indeed a highly regarded genius, but after graduation, the genius halo on him seemed to lose its light quickly, and he was always doing some painless things. Research is like a meteor falling, and everyone is lost. Even now, if his name is mentioned in the circle of magicians, most people think it is familiar but have no idea who this person is.

For Zong Jue, this status is just right, allowing him to blend into most situations naturally without being too conspicuous and losing his freedom of movement.

Just like now, he carried his luggage and went out with two strange faces who had never appeared in the town. When the wife of the neighbor saw him and asked him, he could easily get away by saying that they were relatives or friends, especially his neighbor. The wife has a particularly big personality and is easy to fool. The husband works as an editor. To be honest, he is a man with little ability and a bit stupid.

The neighbor's wife praised Yaken Toshiro for being very cute, and gave him some hard candy fortresses to eat, and then happily started drying the clothes, without realizing how abrupt Yaken Toshiro and Kasen Kanesada appeared .

So Zong Jue went to the airport with his own two-strike sword and a small milk dog in such a safe and sound way, making full use of what he learned from the clock tower's top students to make everyone ignore the two-strike sword that cannot be brought on the plane. In addition, a small milk dog that must be checked in, stepped firmly on the land of the destination after more than an hour.

This is a city full of vitality. It is different from the tranquility of the small town they started from. There is a lot of traffic and people coming and going, and there are rows of high-rise buildings on the street. I think the lights after nightfall are not as dimmer as the sky full of stars. Walking out of the airport, blowing the wind The wind that came was still somewhat cool, although it was already very light, but the wind still carried the slightly salty smell of sea water, facing the sea to the north, and majestic and handsome mountains to the south, Zong Jue stopped a car Taxi, along the street all the way west, passed the bridge across the river, as if from modern times back to the past.

Different from the bustling and developed industrial and commercial areas on the other side of the river, it still maintains the appearance of decades, even hundreds of years ago. There are many old houses, many of which are still wooden structures, with a warm and solemn luster under the erosion of years. Most of the traditional Japanese-style buildings are occasionally interspersed with one or two gorgeous and graceful European-style small houses, with large gardens and fountains with sculptures. Small roses bloom in the gardens, which is the most prosperous season.

The taxi stopped in front of a two-story residential house that looked quite old. It may have been unoccupied for many years. The weeds in front of the door were growing lively and fluffy.

"This is Fuyuki City." Zong Jue nodded the little milk dog's head, "You should be familiar with it."

Before he had this human form, he followed his master as a weapon, overcame obstacles for him, and moved forward bravely.

In a few days, seven masters, seven servants, a life-and-death fight with their lives on the line will be staged here.

And Zong Jue's mission is about to officially begin.

He could clearly feel that some kind of dark and cold existence was about to move the ground under his feet.

The author has something to say:

The battle map this time is F/Z, the battle difficulty is [extremely difficult], there is no limit level, and the main items to be obtained are unknown. It is recommended that you do not explore at will if you do not have Zong Jue with you.

Kneel down and wait for the little angels' map guide w