Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

The time retrograde army should be escorting something.

In the forest, Zong Jue detected traces of the extremely strong sealing and binding spell, and although he didn't feel much discomfort, Xiaohuwan frowned when he touched it.

He can't be sure what is being escorted, but it is definitely not something insignificant to be able to use this level of seal. After all, Zong Jue will have a headache if he bumps into this level of seal, even if he can break free It is also necessary to peel off the skin.

Thanks to the expensive and complicated steps required for this kind of seal, even the gods can't afford it.

This is also the reason why Zong Jue didn't slack off leisurely, but directly contacted Ghost Lamp to report the matter, regardless of the fact that he was very likely to be found missing work midway.

"If I remember correctly, you should be in Izumo right now." Ghost Lantern said, with the background sound of howling ghosts and wolves behind him, and when he turned his head, there was a large piece of blood on the camera lens flying from unknown places.

Well, Abi Hell has always been like this, and we can't ask for more.

Zong Jue spread out his hands in a very bachelor way to change the subject casually and said, "Go to Abi's side to inspect again?"

Ghost Lamp didn't expect to bring Zong Jue back to his former workaholic state. In fact, thinking about the harshness at that time, it was quite scary to be a wild man who could make a new prison guard cry. Zong Jue said: "Recently there have been reports that Abi Hell is a bit noisy, so let's take a look and rest assured."

The people at the bottom of Abi Hell are all those characters who stir up wind and rain in this world and even hurt Gao Tianyuan. No matter which one escapes, it will cause big trouble, just like before Hei Qingming bewitched Yu Yihu to open hell Zhimen's plan to reincarnate him might have been a success if Zong Jue hadn't found out about it. Just thinking about the sharply increased workload and the non-stop overtime for the next few hundred years is enough to convince Ghost Lamp to add more to Abi Hell. Double the number of guards and increase the number of personal inspections.

If Hei Qingming escapes, he can find Abe Seimei to clean up the mess. If he escapes, they will find someone else, not to mention that these days, human beings use secret techniques such as sealing people to the underworld, making them look like underworld. The land does not need money.

——If it wasn't for Yan Mo Dawang and the ghost lamp, Izanami and Zong Jue really considered returning those who were sealed in.

Anyway, when it comes to the present world, it is a headache for Tianjin gods, and Huang Quan is not responsible.

Of course, in the end, he negotiated with Gao Tianyuan to move the Paradise of Elysium, which was originally located in hell, to the sub-space opened up by Gao Tianyuan, so that hell can be expanded to welcome more sinners to serve their sentences.

Who made the enlightenment of human wisdom always be without the loss of awe, and with the process of conquering nature, he gradually forgot to be cautious in his words and deeds, and there are gods in the first three feet, resulting in more and more people going to hell in proportion There are many people, but fewer and fewer people go to the kingdom of heaven. The kingdom of heaven has not expanded for hundreds of years and is still more than enough, but hell has expanded several times and is crowded and overloaded.

"Anyway, I'll take some samples and send them back to have a look." Zong Jue said, Xiaohumaru had already cleverly packaged up the remaining breath in the forest and sent it to Zong Jue, "Do you need a copy from Gao Tianyuan?"

"Wait for two days first." Ghost Lantern said, "Wait until after Kannazuki."

Zong Jue didn't have any objection to this, since he handed over all the work at hand to Ghost Lamp, he basically didn't take care of these things anymore, Xiaohuwan was as displeased as if he hadn't heard how Ghost Lamp planned to use Gao Tianyuan's information to lag the opponent Smiling with a change of color, after sealing the breath sampling, the smell that made him feel uncomfortable was dissipated.

Zong Jue raised his hand to repair the two seals, ensuring that the time-traveling army would no longer sneak in through the time crack here. After finishing these tasks, he sensed that Xiao Ye's left text and his contract were about to move over, and suddenly felt Cast a shadow.

"The main hall." Xiaohumaru put the feathers on Zong Jue's head, "It's raining."

The sky has darkened at some point, and the fine raindrops are falling, brushing and hitting the leaves and branches, and the cicadas in late summer can be heard screaming more and more hoarsely.

Zong Jue raised his hand against Yuori to cover Xiaohumaru in, and left the woods while the rain was not yet heavy.

"It's raining." In another world far away, Zong Jue's swordsmen are sitting around the warm stove, drinking a sip of hot tea while listening to the sound of rain dripping outside the window, Kasen Kanesada can still respond Mikazuki Zongjin recited a few waka songs with the beat of Xinxin's hands, which was rare and comfortable and elegant.

It stands to reason that there should be little rain in the extreme north where it is so cold and splashing water into ice, but in fact they have encountered several rains here, together with the biting cold wind that blew the windows. , It will not be long before it will be frozen into ice balls and turned into a hail and sleet. The weather is so bad that it can attract many birds to shrink to the boat to avoid the wind and frost.

"Where are Yaoken and them?" Sanri Yuezong looked around and asked without finding the little dagger.

"I'm tying a bow for the little tiger who has retired from the five tigers." Kasen Kanesada placed the sleepy Tsurumaru on his body and replied, "I should come over in a while."

While talking, he couldn't help flicking the hair hanging in front of his eyes, still a little uncomfortable with his current appearance, compared to his previous hair, the current red hair is much fluffier and softer, and it is not easy to fix, and there will be broken hair from every now and then. It slipped out of the clip and dangled in front of his eyes. Da Jinjian next to him put down the hot tea in his hand when he was fiddling with his hair for the fifth time and said, "Let me help you weave it."

His hair can be said to be the longest in this Honmaru where there are countless Zhumaru Koji, and he has inherited the soft feathers of the Yatengu. There are many fine hairs, and it takes a lot of effort to braid those hairs every morning. That's why I won't go out with a head full of hair.

"Then... please." Kasen Kanesada hesitated for a few seconds and was persuaded by the hair sticking a few millimeters in front of his eyeballs again. He pulled his cushion and moved it to the side of Daimaken to do it. He touched it aside and worked hard Koimaken who wrote a letter to Yoshitsune.

Ah, watching him racking his brains to hold back each word, it was like seeing the scene where Xiao Ye's left words were given a splitting headache by Mr. Hosokawa Yusai's poetry.

Although Utasen Kanesada is much more mature than Saya Zuomonji in appearance, but it was indeed the older short swordsman who took care of the young swordsman back then.

Kasen Kanesada smiled nostalgicly.

"Flowers waiting for the plum blossoms in spring." Sanri Yuezong looked at the cut flowers on the window sill and recited. The flowers hadn't bloomed yet in such a cold weather, and there was only one bud standing tremblingly on the branch. Of course it was not a plum blossom. It was the gift that the man named Jin brought over when he came to eat and drink a few days ago. He said that he saw a tree full of flowers in the glacier canyon, so he cut an unopened flower bud and sent it. It is smoked so that the house is full of fragrance, and the buds from shallow to deep are like ink paintings with gradual changes.

"Yousan's talk about Suihan." Tsurumaru continued in a daze, raised his head and stretched like a lazy cat, his wrists in the wide black sleeves still looked thin and lonely , lying on the pillow, his cheeks were a little red from the fire, and he couldn't open his eyes, giggling, "There are more than three of us here."

"There's no moon either." Song Xian Kanesada shook his head, but continued, "Fry the moon with water and tea."

"Imakawa Yoshimoto?" Yaken Fujishiro, who was holding the five tigers and the little tiger, entered the door, only heard the last sentence, and subconsciously asked, "Zongsanden is coming?"

It was just three days ago that Yue Zongjin and the others recited the couplet poem written by Imagawa Yoshimoto and his friends.

"Hahaha, maybe." Sanri Yuezong smiled and said, "Who knows what the main hall will bring back."

"If Zong Sandian comes, I don't know if Xiao Ye will come." Wu Hu tilted his head and rubbed the little tiger in his arms, "Xiao Ye is very nice, right?"

The little tiger raised his head and howled twice, twisted his buttocks and jumped to the ground to show off his new bow.

"Ah, be careful!" Maeda Fujishiro, who was holding the two cubs, couldn't control himself and watched the cubs sit on Tsurumaru's face, scaring the drowsy Crane Ball almost to the ground. Go up to the ceiling.

There are also two little tigers who climbed onto Sanri Yuezong's near legs and made it, as if they used this person as a large heater, and another one found it interesting to watch Da Jin's sword gang song fairy and custom braided hair, and hopped and jumped to catch Da Jin A hair rope hanging from the sword's wrist.

Sanri Yuezong laughed so hard that he could hardly hold the teacup, suddenly he tilted his body and turned over the little tigers, and the little tigers shook the water all over his face—no, it was because the boat suddenly lost its balance that he let his hands Shake and sprinkle the tea.

The cold wind seemed to rush in suddenly, bringing with it snow and sea water, and instantly extinguished the vigorous fire.

It’s so cold!

The men with swords and swords in flimsy uniforms shivered in unison, feeling that the sword was almost frozen together with the scabbard.

But at this time, they didn't have the heart to think about it so much. Huge shadows gradually appeared on the tumbling sea, and just a slight movement could set off wind and waves that made them unable to stand still. Here, there are so many familiar figures, so densely packed that people feel the hairs on their backs standing on end.

"Army back in time..." Wuhu Tui murmured, "A lot..."

"Oh, I'm obviously still on vacation." Sanri Yuezong wiped off the tea scum on his face, and leisurely drew his knife out of its sheath, the blade reflected a beautiful light spot on his cheek, "When the main hall comes back, he will have to pay overtime. "

"The main hall doesn't even get overtime pay." The singer Kanesada, who holds the financial power of Honmaru, said with a smile, "The salary is not very high."

The symbolic salary that the Shizhi government gave Zong Jue was not even enough for Honmaru's food expenses for a week.

"What do you think, Lord Saiki?" Mikazuki Zongjin smiled and looked at Saiki Kusuo who quietly appeared at the bow.

【He is not short of money. ] Qi Mu Kusuo calmly said that he had never seen Zong Jue short of money, squinting his eyes and watching the black shadow with a dark back gradually appear on the sea, 【It is not a good thing to disturb the dead. 】

The black shadows were clearly the giant whale that Zong Jue had shown him. The giant whale carcass that should have been quietly falling in the deep sea seemed to have been endowed with some kind of life at this time, turning into the battleship armor of the time-traveling army. .

In the wave band that the human ear cannot receive, he heard one after another mourning, following the sound of the waves back and forth, sad and melancholy.