Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

In fact, Zong Jue couldn't help cursing when the forge exploded.

Unfortunately, there are not enough swear words in Japanese for him to express his inner anger and irritability. Under the rush, he felt that his eyes were black and he almost fainted on the spot.

Zong Jue sensed something was wrong the moment the knife forging furnace exploded. The air leaking from the knife embryo clearly belonged to the ancient times.

In ancient times, China, any of the two words was enough to make his scalp explode and want to turn around and strike.

Who is it that the guy with his brain flooded is moving those existing things recklessly.

Zong Jue braced himself to resist the blow, and was not surprised to hear the sound of his arm bones cracking and shattering, his throat itched with a fishy sweetness, and when he opened his mouth, blood was spit out together with fine pieces of internal organs.

This is probably the result of taking back his strength, otherwise he would almost be beaten back to his original shape by now.

"You little fox is interesting." After the first blow, there was no second blow, and the smoke and dust dispersed, revealing the true master.

Weapon, who is so ancient that he may be older than Zong Jue, looks very young. He squatted on the broken roof and poked his head down. His shiny armor dazzled people, and he looked like a monkey. The cheeks, neck, and neck were covered with fluffy fur, and his eyes rolled around to look around and then at Zong Jue, jumping down from the ruins of the forge to grab Zong Jue's tail.

He speaks Chinese, and has a strange accent that is different from the Mandarin that is in use today—Zong Jue is quite familiar with the accent of the Mandarin that was commonly used in China during the Tang Dynasty.

During that period, not only were there frequent exchanges between humans, but there were also many exchanges between gods.

"I'm laughing at you." Zong Jue barely stood up while propping up his limp arms, which he couldn't use any strength, pretending that he didn't see him hugging his tail and quietly pulling down his hair.

"Hey, what's the matter?" A pair of grunting monkey eyes looked at Zong Jue's unnaturally hanging hands, blinking and staring at Zong Jue's eyes, "Think you are in the same group as those dark guys Stop it, I was almost crushed to death by you."

There is also a long monkey tail behind him, rolling around and rubbing against Zong Jue's tail, and he laughed: "I am Ruyi Golden Cudgel, that was my master's most famous line just now, Isn't it amazing!"

As he spoke, he repeated happily: "Hey! Where is the monster, give me a stick from my old grandson!"

"Super handsome!" Golden Cudgel emphasized, "There are a lot of girls in the world who are yelling every day to give birth to a little monkey for my master!"

The last time I was covered by the explosion of the forge furnace and the collapse of the forge room, but this time I heard it clearly. The major events that various gods have paid attention to secretly - after all, the life of gods is long, and it is rare to be so lively once in hundreds of years - so the great sage Monkey King next door who can pierce the heaven and the underworld can disturb the underworld. Zong Jue somewhat understood.

After all, the underworld in China couldn't be closer to the underworld of Japan. The evil ghosts next door who were captured and released by King Yan Luo had seconded jailers to support them when they were short of manpower.

The Huangquan of any family is full of overtime work. Thinking of how much overtime and increased workload will be required if the book of life and death is torn up and the [-]th floor of hell is messed up, it is enough to make Zong Jue stay away from Monkey King with lingering fear.

Even seeing the golden cudgel now, I feel numb in my back and want to tell Ghost Lantern to hide their life and death book.

"Then how did you get caught by the Time Traveling Army..." Zong Jue wisely gave up the idea of ​​being caught by the Time Traveling Army, and asked instead, "Why are you in that box?"

The Golden Cudgel is Monkey King's personal weapon, and he never leaves it wherever he goes. Zong Jue doesn't believe that the Time Traveling Army is capable of stealing the Golden Cudgel from under the nose of that person. If the Time Traveling Army It was so powerful that the government was wiped out as early as 800 years ago, so there is no such thing as them.

As soon as Zong Jue mentioned the golden cudgel, his face collapsed, and he cut his face in displeasure. It seemed that he felt a little embarrassed for a while before he moaned, "I...was careless."

He didn't want to say more, squatted on the ground and rubbed Zong Jue's tail childishly, as if he had been aggrieved.

He didn't say anything about Zong Jue, so he didn't ask, just smiled and said: "You are a guest, if you don't mind, please stay and have a cup of tea."

"The main hall!" Zong Jue saw Xiaohuwan and Yue Duming running over one after another as soon as he turned his head, subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief, "It's just a little misunderstanding, I'm fine."

"You don't look like you're okay." Yue Duoming raised his eyebrows and looked at Zong Jue's drooping arms and unusual expression, then roughly pulled Zong Jue's tail out of the golden cudgel, and turned around He carried the rare and weak Yegan on his shoulder and said to Xiaohuwan, "Would you like to entertain the guests?"

"Leave it to me." Xiaohumaru squinted at the blood on the ground, showing a gentle smile that was harmless to humans and animals, "Master Inari has a lot of exchanges with the Eastern gods."

Inari, who is good at communication, has a lot of friends no matter which god she is in, and by the way, she also has a lot of lovers, so her envoys can speak some foreign languages ​​to communicate, and it is not a problem not to speak daily conversations that are too difficult.

"Then I'll take him to rest." Under the coercion of the high-ranking gods, even Zong Jue couldn't do too much resistance, and now he couldn't use the strength in his hands and his whole body was hurting, so he struggled a few times Afterwards, he resigned himself to Yue Duming's shoulder and did not move, "Don't tell me about my injury."

It's embarrassing to think about being tricked by Huang Quan's own family, so there's no need to publicize it with your own knives.

"I know." Tsukiyomi Ming's cheeks were slightly itchy after being swept away by Zong Jue's big tail, and his heart also felt a little itchy, "Do you need to go to Ye Zhiyuan to recuperate? You will easily be noticed if you stay here Bar."

Zong Jue's injury won't heal easily within a month or two. With his habit of working as a servant in shifts for seven or eight days out of ten, if there is anything wrong with him, those little guys will find out.

"Let Jiang Xue Zuowen be a close attendant for the past few days." Zong Jue watched his arm dangling uncontrollably from side to side. My brothers got close to me."

Zong Jue's preference for Xiao Yezuo's characters has not been deliberately concealed, especially his appreciation for the original body is almost beyond words. Recently, I have been full of enthusiasm for expeditions.

But in contrast, the relationship between Zong Jue and the remaining two elder brothers of Zuo Wenwen's family is very delicate. Zong San Zuo Wenwen, who has not experienced the fate of Oda Nobunaga's shortening and inscription, has a relationship with Zong Jue, at least so-so. In front of Xiaoye Zuowenzi, he can make an appearance of harmony, but Jiang Xuezuowenwen is completely passive and refuses to communicate. He will also complete the battles or internal episodes assigned to him. Find him for other swords in this pill. He would not refuse chatting and the like, but as long as the judge was involved, he would automatically put on a social barrier, and he could face Zong Jue in relative silence for a whole day.

Zong Jue was not at all worried that Jiang Xuezuo would say anything casually if he was allowed to be a servant.

The biggest possibility is to sit with him and recite scriptures without words, eyes closed, and there is no external object in mind, which makes people feel extremely at ease.

Zong Jue watched his hands dangling in front of his eyes, slowly letting himself be swallowed up by the feeling of weakness, and gradually lost consciousness.

"Remember... tell the ghost lamp..."

Be sure to hide the Book of Life and Death!