Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

If you want to ask the master of the country, does he like Zong Jue?He would probably give an affirmative answer without hesitation. The popularity of Huangquan God among the gods is much higher than he imagined.

Of course, don’t get me wrong, his so-called liking is only limited to the level of carnal desire and pleasure. For this god who is known for his flair in mythology, love is probably the most useless thing in the world.

But this did not prevent him from watching the flames from the other side with a smile on his face, watching Zong Jue being entangled by the little boy he raised, and having the right to serve him as a meal before drinking.

——As the true master of Izumo, he is very clear about who enters and exits in the territory, even if Tsukiyomi Ming's disguise is perfect enough, it cannot escape his eyes.

In other words, as early as the moment Tsukiyomi Ming set foot in Izumo, he had already sensed the arrival of this guest.

But why bother to expose it, it is no good to expose it.

The Lord of the Great Power glanced calmly at the jailer who looked like an attendant beside Zong Jue, opened his mouth lazily and yawned, and turned his head with the same drunken look.

"Although Gao Tianyuan's wine is good, please drink a few more cups of Izumo's collection."

When the wide scarlet sleeves were raised, the wine glass was turned over, leaving a small piece of crimson wetness on the fabric. The Great Lord raised his glass without realizing it, and poured Zong Jue's half pot of wine.Izumo's wine is mostly strong wine, and after drinking a cup, I feel my chest is burning like fire, and Zong Jue raises his hand to drink half of the pot, although his face is not drunk as usual, but the corners of his eyes are dizzy Peachy red.

He would be like this as long as he dipped a little bit of wine, but he looked like he was overwhelmed, but in fact, only he knew how much he really drank in the small half pot.

Never get drunk.

It is not a wise move to get drunk at such a mixed banquet. If you are not careful, you will be tricked by ulterior motives. If you are not careful, you may be dragged into the water with Huang Quan. .

There are not too few people who come to drink with him on this kind of occasion, but it is not too many compared to the never-empty wine glasses of the great king. Leaving aside, squinting his eyes, relaxing his body and leaning on Yue Yueming's side, pretending to be drunk.

Inari glanced sideways at Xiaohumaru's jaw that suddenly clenched, covered his lips and giggled non-stop, "Go and see, I'm too drunk and I'm going to have a headache tomorrow."

The goddess raised her arm and pointed to Zong Jue, her sleeves slid down to reveal her bare, white arm, which attracted countless gods to stare at her.

However, because of the well-known stable and abnormal "lover relationship" between her and Zong Jue, it is still a small number of people who have the courage to step forward to beg the beauty for mercy when Zong Jue is present.

Xiaohuwan walked up to Zong Jue, and before he could kneel and sit down, Zong Jue staggered. Huang Quanshen lazily put his leg on his knee and hiccupped a little.

As if really drunk.

Yue Duoming was sitting on the left, and Xiaohuwan was blocking the way on the right, and Zong Jue was too obvious to be drunk. Regardless of whether he was really drunk or pretending to be drunk, he was more or less free and unnecessary Then go socialize with the gods who have words in their words.

Yue Duoming adjusted his posture to make Zong Jue lean more comfortably, and gently pulled Zong Jue's tight skirt.

Beneath the crimson brocade, which is as soft as running water, is a skin that is abnormally white. Tsukiyomi Ming paused for a moment with his fingertips, as if nothing had happened, he slid up from his collarbone across his neck and cheeks, wrapped his hair around twice before loosening it reluctantly. open hands.

"It's really boring in here." He whispered.

"It's really boring." Xiaohuwan replied, "It's always like this when there are more drunk people."

No matter how open the environment is, once there are guests full of alcohol, the environment will suddenly feel cramped and stuffy. If Zong Jue is wearing layers of dresses like Zong Jue, it will be hard to breathe just looking at it.

When most of the guests at the banquet were staggering drunk, the Lord of the Great Country slowly sat up straight, and raised his hand to take a pair of wooden plaques from the serving celestial maiden.

The small wooden sign was no bigger than a palm, and it didn't look special at all. It was drilled with a hole and tied with a red string, and it made a slapping sound when it was held in the hand of the great king.

No matter whether they were really drunk or fake drunk, they all felt shocked when they heard the sound, knowing that the biggest highlight of the banquet was finally about to begin.

——According to the myth, every year when the gods of Kannazuki gather in the cloud, they will form a relationship with the human beings in this world and write the names of two human beings on the fate card. With the help of the gods, they tied the knot and lived a happy life.

From a certain point of view, there is nothing wrong with this myth, but there are actually only a few couples who really get married with the help of the gods every year, and there are so many people. How can they have time to make a pair to facilitate it? Throw it to the little gods who came to Izumo to write. As long as the names are written on the fate card, the two people will inevitably meet. As for whether they will become a couple in the end, and whether they will have a happy ending in the end. The gods are not responsible.

Zong Jue didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune for those two fate cards that were lucky enough to be picked out by the great king at random - the human beings written on those two fate cards would get the help of the gods, At all costs to promote their acquaintance and love.

Yes, they, the gods don’t say that a man and a woman must be a pair when writing fate cards. After all, both of them are so drunk that they can’t even tell whether it’s a human or a ghost, and they have to make trouble every few years. One or two romances between human beings and monsters, human beings and ghosts and gods, compared to just being wrong in gender, thank God it is a good thing.

Last year's fate card was written by King Yan Mo, and Huang Quan has no right to propose this year, so Zong Jue squinted his eyes and pretended to sleep, listening to those gods whose brains were muddled with wine discussing what should be written this year. whose name.

Human love is judged under the nonsense of these drunks. Even if they have the blessing of gods all their lives, it can be regarded as a kind of misfortune.

Zong Jue laughed, turned over and buried his head in Yue Duming's clothes, closed his eyes and didn't care about it.

"I'll take a nap."

For the gods, love is nothing more than entertainment after drinking.

The loyalty of the gods can last for thousands of years, and the hatred of the gods can last for thousands of years, but fall in love with the gods?

laugh.

Zong Jue began to miss the little knives in Honmaru.

At this time, the swords in his homimura were also missing his own god judge.

The hot soup is gurgling in the igloo. Although it is in the ice field, there is no shortage of food. It is the season for fish and shrimps to breed in the sea. You can get a lot of food by rowing a boat into the water with a net bag. Most of the crew members carry a lot of seasonings in airtight and waterproof packages with them. Put the scales and guts of the fish together with the seasonings and cook them together to make a very delicious fish soup.

The extreme north is of course cold. Even if there is a fire in the igloo and a thick coat is wrapped, you will still feel the biting cold wind blowing from time to time, making you shiver uncontrollably.

Therefore, in order to keep warm at night, the swordsmen squeezed two or three into a sleeping bag to rest, so as not to be too cold to sleep at night.

Although the environment is a bit harsh, the swords don't feel too hard. As long as they have food and drink, the short knives can happily run around and play non-stop. The thick snow on the ground can be said to be An excellent playground, even the most stable Yaken Toshiro was dragged by his younger brothers to run outside, his face flushed and covered in snow, and he piled up big snowmen one after another outside the camp.

"This is me!" Xiao Jinjian excitedly tied his scarf around the snowman's neck, stretched his arms on tiptoe to draw eyes and mouth on the snowman, then pointed to another snowman beside him and said, "This is Yoshitsune!"

Yaken Toshiro looked at the snowmen on the left and right who were almost exactly the same height, and then at the little Imaken who was almost as short as a head next to the snowman. He smiled and took off his scarf to wrap around the snowman Yoshitsune.

"Then...then this is, it's the main hall." Wu Hutui and Maeda Toshiro worked together to put the big snowball on top of the bigger snowball, and asked Yaken Toshiro to come over and put eyes and noses on the snowman ——The eyes are the buttons of Yaken Toshiro's scrapped clothes in the storm, and the nose is a small snowball made out of snow. Maeda Toshiro also contributed his own small cloak to put on the snowman. Anyway, the cloak in this weather Decoration is far greater than practicality, and it will not make any difference to wear one less.

The little knives were playing in the snow outside, while Taidao and Dadao were hunting and making tools necessary for life with the crew. The little guys shook their heads again and again, for fear that something would happen if they took the children out.

So the little knives could only take turns cooking for Utasen Kanesada in the camp—yes, Utasen Kanesada, who looked only twelve or thirteen years old, was also rejected by the crew—if any beasts came over, they would just drop by The little short knives who have been getting tired of eating fish these days are keen to dig traps around the camp, but they also caught a few rabbits.

It should have only caught rabbits.

That's why the little daggers cheered up and turned and ran towards the trap as soon as they heard the sound of something falling to the ground.

This movement sounds like a big prey!

In the trap not far away, Jin Fulishi looked at his companion who was full of anger, scratched his head and laughed.

No matter how powerful a hunter is, there will always be times when the boat capsizes in the gutter.

The author has something to say:

Zong Jue: Don't fall in love with the gods :)