Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

This is what was left after the sudden attack by the time retrograde army. After smashing into the snowdrift, it was discovered by the little tigers who were playing, and they came to dig the treasure with their swords.

Of course, Tsurumaru had accurately sensed the terrifying aura of the seal above from a long distance—he had been sealed by a similar seal in the warehouse for an unknown amount of time, so he was extremely familiar with this aura, Therefore, he wisely stopped the decision of the little knives who were eager to fish out the box in the snow cave as a gift for the god judge, so that Zong Jue would not face the tragedy of Honmaru's staff reduction when he came back.

In addition to the sealing spell, there are also extremely powerful offensive spells and curses attached to the box. Even though Zong Jue had already prepared for it, he was caught off guard when he first touched the box and suffered a small loss. Bone can be seen in the severely scraped and bloody wound, but he himself doesn’t care much about wrapping it up casually after confirming that it doesn’t affect his activities, and then continue to study the box as if nothing happened. The body’s tolerance to pain will become weaker if the injuries are frequent enough to a certain extent. It became numb, and it wasn't a serious injury, and it would be fine to go back and lick it for a few days. The curse attached to the wound was torn off by him and stuffed into hell.

He treats this box very carefully, or treats the sealed things in this box. It is not so difficult to remove the seal from the outside, not to mention that he can easily remove the seal even by Yueyue Ming. Open, but he can't guarantee what will be released when the seal is released, even if it is something left by the time retrograde army.

This is not a fairy tale. Those who are imprisoned by bad people must be good people. If they accidentally open Pandora's box and have to work hard to clean up the mess, Zong Jue just wants to take a leisurely vacation. Thank you for that.

After going back, stuff it with the ghost lamp.Zong Jue thought so and threw the box to Xiaohuwan, who was recommended by Mao Sui, for safekeeping. Tianjin God has a natural advantage in purifying and suppressing, not to mention that Xiaohuwan is still a sword that was once enshrined. Added more than a dozen layers of sealing enchantment to the box.

Zong Jue didn't care much about the unhealed wounds on his arm, but it didn't mean that Xiaohumaru and Yueyomi didn't care. Yueyiming specially opened up a sub-space to stuff the box in and seal it, and there was no reason to vent his anger.

If the one released is not an enemy, treat him to a meal.Zong Jue couldn't laugh or cry as he watched the two thousand-hundred-year-old gods throwing a tantrum like a child, tilted his head and said, "Who is free to give me a medicine?"

He raised his arm that was just hastily wrapped up. It was true that it would take a few days to heal without medicine, but it was not a bad thing to use it to divert their attention.

Yue Duming glanced at Xiaohuwan out of the corner of his eye, stepped forward, tightly wrapped Zong Jue's wrist and said, "I'll help you."

Xiaohuwan didn't feel any annoyance when he took a step too late, he just smiled and said, "Then I'll go outside and have a look."

——After Zong Jue came back, the swords built an extra igloo for him. Of course, the technology is not very good and it is very simple, and he has to rely on the crew to give technical guidance, but Zong Jue likes it very much. I can command the ice and snow to build a tall palace with a wave of my hand, and I still happily live in the igloo that is not luxurious at all and a bit drafty.

On that day, Yue Duoming and Xiaohu Wan covered the ventilated place.

Yue Duoming does not have the habit of carrying medicine with him. People who live in their own palaces for thousands of years and seldom come out once can never develop the habit of carrying wound medicine. The one who has this habit is Zong Jue, even if he had Having retired to the second line and not working in the field for many years, she still kept the habit of carrying emergency food and medicine. Yue Duoming opened the ointment box, and carefully untied Zong Jue's messy and only practical cloth strips.

The wound was deep, and the edge was almost rotten black due to the curse attached. Thanks to Ye Gan's strong physical fitness, the wound basically stopped bleeding. After wiping off the blood, the wide open wound and the faintly visible The bones are even more shocking.

"Relax, it doesn't hurt that much." Zong Jue stroked Yue Duming's hair with his free hand, and watched the child amusedly apply the wound medicine to the wound bit by bit like dismantling a bomb, and frowned. His hands were about to tremble, as if the wound had grown on him.

"Liar." Yue Duming murmured, how could the pain in his heart not hurt just by looking at it? Fragile and tender meat.

Zong Jue couldn't help laughing, lowered his head and touched Yue Duming's forehead with his forehead, "It doesn't hurt that much."

Saying that it doesn’t hurt is definitely a lie, but it’s not as painful as Tsukuyomi imagined. If the number of injuries exceeds a certain threshold, the body will get used to the pain imposed by external forces, and the brain will become sensitive to pain. Paralysis allows him to maintain sufficient mobility while being able to accurately judge his physical condition, and Ye Gan's physical fitness is extremely strong, and many wounds that even gods have to cultivate for a long time do not even need to be applied back and licked. He recovered on his own. When Zong Jue was younger, he used to rely on his good physical fitness to injure the enemy one thousand and self-injure eight hundred. Sometimes the old injury was added before the new injury was healed, so he just licked his hair and continued. why.

There is no reason to become squeamish when you are old.

Zong Jue didn't know what was going on in his mind. He concentrated on spreading the medicine and wrapping the bandage carefully. When he looked up, he saw Zong Jue half leaning on the chair lazily distracted. His eyes were empty and he didn't know what he was thinking. , couldn't help but sighed, lowered his head and rubbed his bandaged arm, "It would be great if you could cherish yourself more."

"I'm semi-retired." Zong Jue patted his head and said with a smile, "I don't have so many chances to get hurt."

The matter should have passed like this, and there were no messy things to disturb Zong Jue's leisurely life during the remaining few days of vacation. They set off after eating enough fish in the extreme north. Yue Duming was happy to lend his The Moonship travels for them. This world is full of amazing things and stories. When they leave, no one can hold back and pack a lot of things to bring back to Honmaru.

As for things like the Youkexin auction, Zong Jue didn't realize that he had forgotten the invitation to beat up the enemy's family until he heard the news of the ten old man's death. Now let alone the auction, even the day lily is cold up.

Well, there have been too many things happening recently, Zong Jue really didn't think about it, he can only resist the blame of this matter, and it is obviously too late to go on a special trip to beat the enemy Hakka, so Zong Jue stopped by A close friend helped him send the apology.

The swordsmen seized the last time to go out to play and buy, buy, buy, even Kusuo Saiki took the money he won in the Sky Arena, and boldly bought up many houses with the mentality that he would never come again anyway without expiry. dessert shop.

Well, the newly developed ability is really useful.

Saiki Kusuo stuffed the pile of cakes into the storage space he had just developed, and he was in such a good mood that there were flowers floating around.

Those who can get acquainted with the Dadi Hakka are naturally not ordinary people. Zong Jue met his old friend Batra in a very private club. The last time he met, the other party was still a handsome young man. Now But he has gray hair and has to walk with a cane, but his temperament is still the same as before. As soon as he met, he quickly stepped forward and gave him a hug.

"Nice to meet you." Batra smiled, "You're still so young."

"It's just that you can't tell from the outside." Zong Jue smiled, "I will also grow old."

After a few simple greetings, they got to the point. Bartra readily agreed to help, and then said after a few seconds of silence: "My dear friend, it just so happens that I also have something to ask for your help."

"Huh?" Zong Jue raised his eyebrows and waited for his next words.

"Do you know that Jin Fulishi?" Bartra started to talk, and it didn't matter in front of Zong Jue. He cleared his cards in one go, so Zong Jue heard a touching story about a wealthy daughter saving his wife. Love story, the only thing that can save the life of the young wife is the breath of the archangel, a prop card in the game GI developed by Jin.

"But she can't wait." Batra showed an uncontrollable pained expression in front of people for the first time, "She can't wait for me to find the memory card that breaks the level."

The passing of human life is always faster than the speed of retaining it. Even if he is a businessman rich enough to buy an entire country, he cannot control the arrival and departure of human life.

It was too late for him to find the memory card to break the level, but if it was Jin Fulishi who made this game, maybe he could tell him another way, something else that would allow him to get the breath of the archangel, or something else that would allow him to The way he saved his wife's life.

"I know exactly where Jin is." Zong Jue patted the old man's hunched back, "But it's completely isolated from the outside world, and there's no way to contact him even if he wants to."

The storm wall is like an indestructible barrier, blocking all outward communication.

Seeing that the old man was about to shed tears, Zong Jue blinked, and a thought that had occurred to him when he first met him but had not been put into practice appeared again.

"If I can save her, the price will be very high..."

"I am willing!"

"Even if it's your life?" Zong Jue asked.

"If there is enough profit, the businessman is willing to take any risk." Bartra rubbed his face, "My friend, I am just an old man who can't live for a few days."

"Okay." Zong Jue seemed to be able to hear the crackling of the abacus in his ear, "Are you interested in working in hell, my friend?"

If this business can be done, there will be no need to worry about a lot of financial budgets and financial statements in the future.

Zong Jue thought, showing a sincere smile.