Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

This is not a world suitable for staying for too long, especially for Tsukuyo Ming, who has never had a spiritual seance since the ignorant period. The breath of this world is dirty and chaotic, and the space line and time line are fragile. It made him have to move lightly, for fear that an excessive force would collapse the world into scum.

So Zong Jue just exchanged a few words with Nuliang Carphan, and then met with Nuliang Wakana in this life, with a bright smile on his face, he left Nuliang Carphan aside and hugged Akashi to greet him warmly, without changing his face Zong Jue involuntarily took a half step back from Akashi's weak resistance and could still say with a smile that Xiaozheng is getting cuter. Candle.

"Be careful." Xiaohuwan supported Zong Jue from behind, lowered his head slightly and said, "In three days, it's time to go to the banquet of the Great King. Are you planning to return?"

Zong Jue couldn't just escape from the banquet that he had to attend. The most important thing was the feast held by the Lord of the Kingdom. At the banquet, the gods who got drunk would use fate cards to connect human beings and make a couple of happy newcomers—at least when they were drunk. In the eyes of the unconscious gods, it is happy, and the marriage is the highlight of the gathering of the gods. Besides, Zong Jue has to give some face to the master of the country, the lord of the cloud, to maintain Huangquan in the relationship between Tianjin God and Guojin God. An unbiased position.

"Three days...it's time to go back." Zong Jue nodded, and looked at Yue Duoming again, feeling a little embarrassed for a while.

Tsukiyomi, one of the three noble sons, appeared in the gathering of the gods. No one can say no, but for many years this and the gods of the night food that he symbolizes have stayed away from troubles and power. Pai, except for a few entrances and exits, the food of the night is more tightly sealed than Huangquan. Even if one or two gods of the food of the night appear in Izumo occasionally, they are mostly covert and flash by. Zong Jue wanted to pack and mail him back to the Night Food Plain just thinking about how much impact Yueyomi Ming's appearance would bring to the gathering of gods.

Maybe Amaterasu, who has lived in seclusion for many years, will come out to meet his younger brother whom he hasn't seen for thousands of years. No matter how much trouble there was back then, who can say that he doesn't have any regrets after so many years?

Well, Zong Jue admits that he really doesn’t want to take such a trouble. He still thinks about his own swordsmen who are on vacation in the extreme north, and he just wants to pass this time smoothly, and then quickly Go back and hold your own short knife to comfort your frightened heart one by one, instead of taking the two little bastards around you who are always coveting and wanting to have something with you and the gods of Tianjin Shenguojin to intrigue and plot against each other.

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated Zong Jue silently hugged Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen and rubbed his hair, and sighed contentedly.

Daggers are treasures of the world.

Zong Jue's thoughts are clear, but he knows even more that if he takes one step at a time, he will not let anyone pity him if he loses the opportunity.

A gentle and obedient smile appeared on the face as tall and pure as moonlight, Yue Duoming did not try to get closer to Zong Jue, but stepped back slightly to distance himself, he focused on Zong Jue's eyes, and walked slowly Slowly leaning down little by little——

In this endless time and space, Zong Jue is probably the only one who can make him bend his waist and knees willingly. The gorgeous robes meander on the ground like flowing water. He raised his eyes and caught the sight from Zong Jue's expression. There was a trace of surprise, so there was a bit of childlike cunning in the smile.

"You shouldn't mind." He said softly, with a faint force that could not be refused, "One more attendant to follow."

The god kneeling on one knee still maintains a proud and indestructible posture, his back is straight, and the muscles from his jaw to his neck are tightened, as if he is going to fight a life-and-death battle, but this is something he has never done before. Tsukiyomi has never lowered his head like this before, even facing his father Izanaki and his sister Amaterasu Omikami, he is so arrogant that he seems to be stepping on everything. Destroyable but unbendable.

Yue Duoming knew that Zong Jue couldn't refuse him, Ye Gan, who was born with an unkind face, had a soft heart, he lowered his brows and lowered his waist, as if he was asking for more from Ye Gan who was about to leave when he was young. Zong Jue's helpless sigh and compromise came naturally in exchange for the one-night company with the same mood.

Zong Jue couldn't stand the way he lowered his head and bent over to let go of all his proud pleadings, even though he knew he did it on purpose.

Zong Jue knew, of course Zong Jue knew.

Tsukiyomi lowered her eyes, feeling the pain from the healed wound on her neck again.

Excruciating, long, faint traces of pain, like a piece of itchy feather sticking to the skin that was once ripped apart, let him hurt from time to time.

He smiled sweetly.

Like the melting moonlight of the full moon.

Xiaohuwan frowned and rubbed the handle of the knife, the smile disappeared from his face for a moment, like a beast showing its sharp claws, but it was only for a moment, and then the only stern look turned into his usual smile , he shifted his position indistinctly, and said in a low voice, "I will deal with God Inari."

Although he really didn't mind Tsukiyomi Ming's vest falling all over the ground and being swallowed by the evil spirits of Izumo until there was no bone left.

Nuliang Carp smashed his pipe and moved his eyes from Xiaohumaru to Yueyiming, then from Zong Jue to Saya Zuo's writing, and finally slid past Zong San's Zuo's writing and Jiang Xue's Zuo's writing following Zong Jue watching from the wall, He couldn't help laughing a few times and said: "It seems that the life of the gods is not easy."

"But if you want to breathe, you are welcome to come to me at any time." The young Lord of Demons and Monsters winked frivolously at Zong Jue, and exhaled a mouthful of mint-flavored smoke, "I invite you to drink the wine made by Wakana .”

"My share is always indispensable." Zong Jue replied, "I think I will bring you some good wine at that time."

"How do you say it?" Nuliang Liban raised his eyebrows.

"Lin'er's birthday, isn't it a happy event worthy of a drink?" Zong Jue said, watching Nuliang Liban's expression gradually change from ignorant doubt to ecstasy, before he could ask any more questions, he surrounded himself with the group out of this world.

The fetus, who was just a few weeks old, arrived a few days ago when they were guests at the Nuliang mansion, and it would be embarrassing to ask any further.

On the way back, Zong Jue couldn’t help but go to Yimulian to take a look at Tianjin Hikone Ming. He didn’t know if he really drank too much or was reluctant to spend time with his son. Moving away, Zong Jue simply took a look at it, and walked away after watching it, and had no intention of taking him back to Gao Tianyuan or Izumo.

Zong Jue was going fast on the road, but slowed down when he was approaching Izumo. First, he asked Xiaohumaru to go to Inari God to explain the situation, and then put away Xiaoye Zuofuji and his brothers, and tried not to mess with them. People returned to their temporary residence in Izumo with attention.

And the culprit who made him have to be so cautious was also very self-aware, and followed him with restraint of glory and coercion, really following Zong Jue's footsteps step by step like a servant.

"The clothes should be put on the ghost lamp first." Zong Jue dug out the clothes left by the ghost lamp from the clothes box. , For example, King Yan Mo, Gui Deng and Zong Jue will put some clothes in the temporary residence of Izumo, and the left and right Guojin gods will not be so low-handed as to tamper with their clothes.

"Yeah." Yue Duming took the ghost lamp's clothes and nodded. It's not that he didn't want to wear Zong Jue's clothes, but he wisely gave up the idea after visually observing the size difference between himself and Zong Jue.

Yegan is a typical model who looks slender but has flesh. He takes off his clothes and his muscles are so beautiful. On the other hand, Yueyue Ming, who is a standard dead house squatting at home and adding French players, looks thin. He is really thin and does not need a high position. Zong Jue could hold him down with one hand when the gods were coercing and cheating, not to mention the two or three centimeters difference in height between them.

In comparison, Ghost Lantern is at least as tall as Yue Du Ming, and most of the clothes he usually wears are looser than Zong Jue's dresses, so Yue Du Ming's suits are not so unsuitable.

The clothes carefully sewed by the Weaving Girls of the Night Shokuhara were replaced with Huang Quan's jailer uniforms. Zong Jue tied up Tsukiyomi's hair, cut off a section of his own hair and wrapped it around Tsukiyomi's wrist, Used to cover the breath of the food of the night.

Of course, just in case, he still put a mask on Tsukiyomi, so that the red-faced and fangsed ghost would be frightened even if the god saw it.

"Hmm... for the time being, I'll call it—" Zong Jue thought for a while referring to the general naming principles of the ghost clan, "The turnip is ready."

The names of the ghost clan in Huangquan, especially the names of boys, are either simple and unadorned according to the family ranking according to their appearance characteristics, or they are the names of various symbolic plants or instruments of torture related to festivals related to hell.

For example, the ghost lamp is an alias for a kind of sour berry, and the Tang melon and eggplant that follow the ghost lamp are also plants that will appear in the Obon Festival, as well as the assistant official of the Song Emperor, Yu Hagi, and the assistant official of the Five Senses King. named after the plant.

Recently, due to the invasion of Western culture, there are also many ghosts named pumpkins.

As a Halloween symbol older than pumpkins, turnips are no problem at all as a name.

Tsukiyomi accepted the tentative name without any hindrance.

"Very good." He smiled.

Soon it will be the day of the Great Lord’s banquet. After the banquet, all that is left is some irrelevant entertainment. Zong Jue can finish his business trip with a little perfunctory and leave here to go back and continue his happy vacation with his own swordsmen. Therefore, today he Feeling very relaxed.

Tsukiyomi dutifully pretended to be a servant, saying that a servant should actually be a subordinate from Huang Quan's point of view. For Huang Quan, who is still living in the dormitory, there is no too strict class Divide, from a long time ago, it has been operating like a company. The relationship between superiors and subordinates has dominated the mainstream. The division of work hours is clear and people can drink and play cards at the same table after work. The cafeteria is addicted to overtime work, and there is no arrogance and lust. After all, Izanami is the only one who is upright and has a maid to serve her.

Tianjin God and Guojin God are also used to Huangquan God's out of place style, and they have no objection to Yue Duoming's state of not meeting the requirements of attendants in the slightest except for his attitude, and from time to time he asks Zong Jue to take care of him—at least on the surface. , a group of gods talked and laughed and toasted frequently, as if they were really harmonious.

Zong Jue and Inari God arrived at the front and rear feet, and the arrangement of the seats was also interesting. They were divided into two sides of the main seat, one on the left and one on the right, so they sat face to face and were far apart.

Zong Jue raised his glass and respected Inari God from afar. Inari God covered his lips with a charming smile and drank the fine wine in the cup.

The master is always the last to appear on the stage. He has to wait until the bells and drums to tell the time, and the celestial maidens are singing and dancing softly with their musical instruments, and then they will be a little late.

The Lord of the Great Country seemed to have drunk a lot of wine before he came, his body was full of strong alcohol smell, his cheeks were flushed, and he walked into the banquet with his clothes half uncovered, and a scarlet feather weaving walked through the dancing celestial maidens. However, he casually tossed the jug in his hand and sat sideways on Zong Jue's desk.

"Ghost Lamp is finally willing to release Huang Quan's secret treasure?" He chuckled and stretched out his hand to lift Zong Jue's chin, brushing his thumb over Zong Jue's lips, stroking the wine stain on the corner of his lips very vaguely.

Zong Jue slightly turned his head and held the Lord's wrist, and said calmly, "You are drunk."

His tone was calm, but the strength in his hands was not small. Even the gods beside him could hear the faint but clear sound of the Great King's bones breaking. Zong Jue looked up at the Great King. Although his body was full of alcohol and his cheeks were flushed, But he couldn't see a hint of drunkenness in those eyes.

"It's better to be cautious in your words and actions."

Zong Jue let go of his hand, and the Lord of the Kingdom laughed out loud as if he couldn't feel the pain in his wrist. His eyes were burning and he pressed Zong Jue's hand back.

"I still like the way you were before." He smiled. "The temper was much worse then than it is now."

"Really?" Zong Jue asked back without seeming annoyed and without any fuss, and he was busy holding Yue Read Ming who was jumping up beside him.

Well, Xiao Humaru on the opposite side was also held down by God Inari, not bad.

"Yeah, what a pity." The Great Lord shook his head and sighed, but it didn't matter that Zong Jue broke some of his bones when he broke free from his hand, and stepped back a few steps, "If it was you before, even if you were with me I want to keep it in my treasury even if there is a war in Huangquan."

Well, I want to keep it on the bed.

But if it was the one in front of him, he would have his bones broken even if he just said a few words, and he couldn't think of anything else at all.

No matter how radiant and elegant the emerald jade is, what he likes is the bright and dazzling diamonds with sharp edges and corners.

Just like Zong Jue when he was still young, the high-spirited young man was full of rebelliousness in his bones, so wild and arrogant that he showed a bit of evil temptation for no reason, so brilliant that he didn't know how to restrain himself, just looking at it felt like his eyes would be stabbed hurt.

Not as good-tempered as now, nor as dangerous as now.

The moment he was stared at by Zong Jue just now, he really felt the tingling chill on his back.

A pity, a pity.

The Lord of the Kingdom sighed in his heart, and by the way, he calculated how much he would have to pay for such a momentary impulse - breaking such a few bones would not fool him, and he would have to bleed profusely. The young Zong Jue would angrily lift the table and beat him One meal, the pain lasted for a while, and now Zong Jue knew how to make him suffer from the pain for a long time, so that he could always remember the pain so deeply that he could never forget it even if he wanted to.

Tsk tsk tsk, the fox's fangs are getting sharper.

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Zong Jue: Young and frivolous, don't mention it again.