Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

"Are you in a good mood?"

The young man spoke in a gentle tone with a hint of a smile. He smiled and offered tea to Zong Jue, and Tianjin Hikone Ming, who was lying on his lap and sleeping soundly, said to the sound of boiling water in the small copper pot. He snored loudly, turned over and clamped the cushion with his legs and muttered vaguely in his dreams that others could not understand.

"If I can get rid of this drunk, I won't be in a bad mood." Zong Jue replied, watching the young man put a blanket on Tianjin Yangen, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, "Sometimes I really don't know which of you two is the son and which is the father .”

This father has not yet left the arrogant period of the second year of middle school. He does not have to give birth to the old man at home, not to mention making some troubles to toss others. On the other hand, the son has been obedient and sensible since he was a child. He has a strong sense of responsibility , before he was an adult, he received the priesthood and descended into the world to support himself. He became a monster to protect the order of the party. He could also help Abe Seimei deal with a Yamata no Orochi. He could be tied with the ghost lamp at the top of Zong Jue's list of good children. .

Well, Tsukiyomi is the boss and does not participate in this ranking.

"Father is indeed a bit childish." The young man rubbed the ointment on Tianjin Hikone Ming's now swollen forehead, slightly raised the corners of his eyes to look at Zong Jue, "but it should be more than that."

His eyes were extremely brilliant golden, as if the brilliance of the sun had been shattered and melted into these pupils. His long white hair was scattered on his shoulders, and a few strands of hair dangled in front of his eyes, softening all the pride and sharpness.

But he should be proud, just like Tianjin Hikone Ming, who is as unscrupulous as he is.

Children who are too sensible are always annoying.

"Well...you have to shake the knife." Zong Jue picked up the teapot and poured tea for himself with his chin, "But that child is shy, so it's not easy for you to see."

"Even if you show it to me, I can't quite understand it." The young man smiled, and wiped off the ointment on his hands with a handkerchief while talking. Did he learn how to dress from someone, or is it because young people don’t wear clothes that are popular nowadays, and it’s not too cold to expose most of their chests outside.

Zong Jue laughed and said, "If Yimulian still doesn't understand, probably no one would dare to say he understands."

The so-called origin of the name Yimulian, most people think it comes from the influence of Yimulian's lost eye, but in fact it is due to Yimulian's priesthood.

It’s still a story from a long time ago. As early as the time when Amaterasu was so angry that Suzhan Mingzun couldn’t go out, Yimulian forged the eight-foot Qionggouyu and the Yata mirror to the Amaterasu at the request of other gods— ——In addition to the priesthood of Fengshen, Yimulian is actually the god of blacksmithing. At that time, the forging furnaces were basically closed with only a small window, so you have to close one eye every time Observing the fire from the small window, it has become his characteristic to close his eyes like this over time.

Yimulian itself is better at making various ritual utensils than swords, but when it comes to appreciation of swords, it can be said to be at the top level.

Strictly speaking, if he is still a god, those swords should be regarded as his obedient talents. With the degree of protection of this person, it is impossible to agree to the deceitful contract signed by the swords and the government of time.

Spirit splitting is not a risk-free thing. If there were not too many split spirits at that time, which weakened the strength of the body, Xiaohumaru's original spirit would not have been pulled down from Gao Tianyuan so easily, and formed a strong bond with humans , contaminating human desires, interfering with the progress of human history with the power of gods, Fusangshen, who is already between divinity and demon nature, will be completely thrown into the abyss if he makes a half-step mistake, and even become a fallen angel Beheaded by crusade.

Of course, it’s not all good. In this plan, the faith provided by humans is enough to allow any god to complete a triple jump in power. For swords, the improvement in ability allows them to get rid of the possibility that they may be coerced to recognize their masters and become some gods’ artifacts. The danger in the world, and freedom in the true sense - humans pursue good swords, and gods also pursue useful artifacts. Any one of the swords and swords that are qualified to be a member of Gao Tianyuan is enough to make them flock to it, even at the expense of it. Use some not very bright means.

Yimulian still smiled, picked up the teapot and refilled himself with tea, "Since it can make you so happy, maybe... is it a knife handed down from Xiangzhou?"

Zong Jue can be regarded as the elder who watched him grow up, and he is also one of the most reliable elders in his eyes. If the birth mother is unknown, he does not know whether it actually exists. You must know that the birth method of gods is much more wonderful than that of humans. He is another child who has not grown up, and his temper needs to be tolerated from time to time. The rest of the gods have basically inherited Tianjin God's consistent character. Most of them are unreliable. They really gave him a lot of useful advice during his growth. The biggest contributor to his not being crooked should be Zong Jue who would come to chat with him and drink tea from time to time.

Therefore, he still has a lot of experience in Zongjue's aesthetics on swords. Besides, Zongjue prefers Shoshuden, that is, it's no secret that Kamakura Kaiye, I heard that the founder of Kamakura Kaiye, Shinto Gokuni, died after the death of Zongjue. Jue also deliberately took people to the forging room to have a good exchange during the trial. In addition, there were Awataguchi Kunizun and Bizen Saburo Kunimune who were said to be the masters of Shindo Gokunimitsu, as well as Masamune and Lai Kunijun. The juniors, as well as Hasebe Kunisho who inherited the authentic style and promoted it, and the captain Changyi and others were also Zong Jue's guests, which made the ghost lamp very angry at Zong Jue's repeated use of power for personal gain to slow down the trial process.

"It's Zuozizi's knife." Zong Jue rarely said like a young man who wanted to show off after getting a baby. Out of human form, it's just that the two present are more interested in his real body than Fu Sangshen.

"Is it okay?" Yimulian asked Saya Zuofuji gently, and after getting the little guy's sullen nod, he carefully picked up his body through a handkerchief and watched it carefully. Guanghui, "It's so beautiful." He couldn't help admiring.

"That's right." Zong Jue stacked the refreshments on a small plate and placed them in front of Xiao Ye Zuowen. Seeing the little hedgehog's cheeks puffed up after being fed, he couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his frizzy hair, "Xiao Yechao Great."

Although it is true that the Xiaoye Zuo script is not the most outstanding in terms of forging technology, it is generally recognized that the pinnacle of the Zuo script school is the Taige Zuo script, but this does not prevent Zongjue from having a preference for the Xiaoye Zuo script, anyway. His heart was originally biased, and Fu Sangshen hadn't yet produced the Taige Zuo script, so he couldn't come to him to argue.

"It seems that those swords and swords before you are going to fall out of favor." Yimulian shook his head and laughed, it was the first time he saw Zong Jue's emotional appearance like a child, wishing everyone would know his hand There's a baby here.

"It's just a matter of personal preference." Zong Jue shrugged, selectively forgetting that there are still two Zhenzuo characters lying alone in the dark subspace waiting to be released by him, "I have a measure."

No matter what his personal preference is, he will not affect his normal judgment.

Yimulian smiled, raised his hand to fetch another snack, "Someone delivered it a few days ago, I think it's too sweet, but children should like it."

Both he and Zong Jue have mild tastes, so the refreshments basically don't taste sweet. Thinking about it, they probably shouldn't please the children so much, so it's better to give Xiao Ye something else.

There is a row of strawberries inlaid on the big cream cake, and the mango cut into small cubes is stacked on top of it. Xiaoye Zuowen looked up at Zong Jue, and seeing that he had no objection, he picked up a spoon and dug a small piece into his mouth. , it is easy to be pleased by that sweet fragrance.

"The offerings have become like this now?" Zong Jue raised his eyebrows slightly. Generally, when they said someone sent such a thing, it was basically a sacrifice offered by the believers of the gods.

"Ah, it was sent by the child of that family. It was his birthday a few days ago." Yimulian replied, after sealing Yamata no Orochi, he returned to the place where he originally lived. The human beings who were saved at that time found them and worshiped them diligently. They have been passed down from generation to generation until today, and they have become an extremely prosperous and wealthy family. Frequent visits to him may have some influence, but that family seems to have attributed to him the achievements of generations of hard work, restraint and courage, and they still enshrine him to this day.

Especially after the young master of their family had some inspiration to see his figure, the annual offering became more and more grand.

"That family... I remember the surname—" Zong Jue rubbed his chin to recall, and dug out the uncommon surname from the corner of his memory, "Akashi?"

"Akashi Seijuro." Yimulian said with a smile, "He's a very cute kid."

Although he doesn't quite understand the fun of the sport called basketball, it doesn't prevent him from watching the kid stumble from holding the ball to now being able to lead his team to win several championships, so he is a little arrogant because of it this kind of thing...

With a father like Tianjin Hikone, Ichimoren said that Akashi's little temper is really nothing.

Zong Jue glanced at Tianjin Hikone Ming, whose snoring suddenly became louder. Out of various considerations, he didn't say anything in the end, saving a little face for this old and arrogant.

For the Akashi family to be able to survive countless wars and ups and downs in such a prosperous and peaceful way, their own hard work is naturally indispensable, but Tianjin Hikone is also helping behind the scenes—at least it is also a family that enshrines his own son. If so, wouldn't the son be sad again? Out of this consideration, Tianjin Hikone basically managed all the gods who could manage it. It can be said that this is the time when Tsundere spoke the softest and put the lowest posture in his lifetime.

"Is it delicious?" Zong Jue looked down at Xiao Ye Zuo's text, thinking about buying him some new clothes when he went back.

Xiao Ye Zuowen quickly chewed twice to swallow the cake in his mouth, and then said: "... very sweet."

Perhaps it is because of the happiness that sweetness can bring, children who have eaten bitterness are always particularly attached to sweets.

"Then I'll make it for you when I get back." Zong Jue casually tasted some cream, which was indeed quite sweet. "Adding a little egg white will make the taste even better."

Maybe he should recall which of Yuanyue's classmates was particularly good at making cakes.

Yimulian held the teacup and took a sip, pretending not to see the eyeballs under the closed eyelids of Tianjin Hikone Ming, who just opened his mouth to smile and wanted to say something, suddenly his face changed, and he pursed his lips to show a serious expression.

"What's wrong?" Zong Jue asked.

"The shield on Seijuro's body has been triggered." Yimuren stood up and said, "I'm afraid I have to go there."

"Let's go together." Zong Jue kicked a Tianjin god who was still struggling with whether he would lose face after waking up to the coffee table, holding Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen in one hand and holding the cake in the other, "I don't really want to yet Back to Izumo."

Of course, useless banquet entertainment can be escaped if you can, but you can't.

Well, by the way, let’s take a look at that young master Akashi. If the conditions are good in all aspects, you can consider recruiting him to work in Huangquan after he dies. Substitution of work for punishment is also Huangquan’s long-term policy. What kind of Oda Nobunaga did he look like back then? Toyotomi Hideyoshi is all relying on working overtime as a non-staff member instead of serving his sentence in hell. He can work without having to pay extra salary to squeeze him out, and he doesn’t have to worry about human rights issues. After his sentence expires, he can apply to be transferred to Huangquan to enjoy the preferential treatment of immortality —— Zong Jue refused to admit that Oda Nobunaga and the others refused to become regulars and could not wait to run to reincarnate because Huangquan had a workload comparable to that of Abi Hell.

So the last second, they were camped in the mountains but were attacked by terrible beasts. The Teiko Middle School basketball team members who were struggling because of the magic shield that appeared next to Akashi Seijuro for some reason, the next second they saw Shiro. The young man came riding a dragon, and as soon as he raised his hand, the wind wrapped the spell like a sharp sword, tearing the beast to pieces in an instant.

There was no blood, and the beast roared and wailed, turning into billowing black smoke and dissipating.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Ichimoren draped the feathers on Akashi Seijuro, who was thinly dressed in his eyes, turned and squinted at the depths of the forest and said to Zong Jue, "Speaking of which, I stole yours. live."

"Those who can do more work." Zong Jue felt the breath of the time-traveling army that was about to move, "I thought you would rather solve it yourself."

No matter how you say it, Yimulian is from the auxiliary system, so his own output will steal the limelight from the protagonist.

"I prefer a quick battle." Yimulian thoughtfully added a wind shield to the humans present, "The wind is too cold at night, and it is easy to get sick."

"Okay." Zong Jue thought for a while, and decided not to disturb his own swordsmen who were on vacation, so the only one who could be summoned was——

The pink cherry blossoms were scattered like snow, Xiaohumaru leaned down and approached Zong Jue, this time, instead of rubbing against his neck restrainedly like before, he took a bite on that piece of skin that was so white as if it were illusory.

"Would you like to dance with Little Fox?"

Fu Sangshen, who was reciting his lines softly, had some unspeakable deep meaning in his eyes.

Hot, yet lingering.

There was a rustling sound in the depths of the mountain forest. There were a large number of things approaching, and the night wind was even more eerie.

Click.

Dozens of time retrograde troops rushed from all directions, directly attacking the vital points.

What shattered along with the branches might also include the crumbling worldviews of the teenagers present.

The author has something to say:

Appear again and again, applause!Sprinkle flowers!

Lian Lian really loves me very much. Today, when I smoked dog food with waste paper, I randomly pulled out a Yimulian croak. It may be because I am addicted to raising croaks recently. The croaks are super cute 0w0

The relationship between the swordsmiths is also real and complicated. I was accidentally obsessed with checking the information today and the update was late... Doshita apologizes to QAQ

Zong San: Did you forget something [laughs]

Zong Jue: Xiaoye is awesome!