The most beautiful blade in the world

In one of the small smeltery's rooms, the door was wide open, allowing the moonlight to easily shine into the room.

In this room, the processing of the sword has reached the final step, and it is being carried out intensely at this time.The sound of the blade being sharpened was very clear in the night.

Behind the craftsman working with excitement in his eyes, a translucent figure emerged into the air.

Sanriyue felt empty in her mind, as if she had forgotten something.However, amidst the child's chatter, he had a vague feeling that the so-called god, the Lord Sanri Yuezong, should be talking about him.

The god in blue clothes lowered his eyes, looking at the craftsman in front of him and the knife in the craftsman's hand, he felt an indescribable feeling.

A familiar feeling.

He took a step and walked down from the air, the moonlight passed through his body and shone on the ground of the house, without any obstruction, as if there was nothing here.

Under the moonlight and candlelight, San Riyue stood quietly behind the craftsman, watching him sharpen his knife.

Suddenly, that childish voice sounded in his ears again.

"Mr. Mikazuki Zongjin has settled accounts with Tokizhi's government now. '

Accompanied by this childish voice, is still the power of faith that does not know where it came from.Sweet, full-bodied and pure, the power of faith can be said to be the best source of power.

But before he could find the source of this power, the power of faith stopped again.Sanriyue could only hold on to the position before the power disappeared, and reluctantly follow the previous feeling to pursue it.

It can be faintly sensed that it seems to be in a very far away place, and it feels far away from this world.However, this is impossible.This is a belief produced by human beings, so how could this human being not exist in this world.

Unless it is hidden by the array.

'Master God, I miss you so much! '

There was another loud and clear cry, as if it was right next to my ear.

San Riyue raised her sleeves to cover her lips, and looked around with light eyes. It was dark and there were no children.

He looked at the craftsman in front of him with his back to him. This craftsman was still grinding the sword in his hand. He stopped polishing from time to time, wiped it clean with good intentions, and put it under the candlelight, admiring and appreciating it back and forth.

It was evident that the craftsman had not heard the voice of any child.So what's the situation?

Sanriyue floated to the window and looked at the scenery outside the window, feeling a little dazed because of the emptiness in her mind.

Most of the rooms outside were still lit, and the regular knocking sound was still ringing.A crescent moon hangs in the sky.

Sanriyue raised her head and looked over, the moonlight was like a veil, slowly covering over, gently wrapping the translucent figure.

The slender fingers wearing gauntlets lifted up, gently stroking the veil condensed by the moonlight on her body.

At this moment, Sanriyue felt as if some strange power was isolated in her body, unable to function at all.There is another force in the body that can be mobilized, but it has not been fully integrated.

The moon in the sky resonates with him, but this existence is now vague, with a feeling of being rejected by other existences.

With crescent eyes narrowed slightly, he doesn't like the feeling of being repelled by the power from the moon, he always feels like his things are being occupied.

Even if he has no memory, Sanriyue still has a little feeling. If he can fuse the power in his body and get the isolated power, then the feeling of being rejected by the moon will completely disappear.

The god raised his footsteps without hesitation, and walked outside the house, he wanted to find a place with sufficient spiritual power to fuse his power.

The translucent figure just stepped out of the door frame of the lodge.

"What a beautiful knife pattern."

Behind San Riyue, the craftsman with his back to him suddenly spoke. San Riyue turned her head and saw that the craftsman had already assembled the knife, holding the handle of the knife, and inspecting it carefully under the candlelight.

Sanjo Zongjin held the Taidao in his hand and couldn't put it down.

He forged many swords in his life, but the one in front of him can be said to be his masterpiece.

This vibrating knife will definitely leave a name in history, and it will also make Sanjo's name even more resounding.

Santiaozong put down the blade carefully, and called the clansmen over to admire them together.

The incessant knocking sound in the smelter stopped, and the sound of footsteps resounded everywhere. The Santiao tribe had been waiting for this vibrating knife to take shape for a long time.Tonight, they finally waited for this vibration knife.

The room with the door opened was suddenly full of people.Under the illumination of the candlelight, the small arc-shaped knife patterns on the bright knife body were shining brightly, attracting praise from the Santiao tribe.

"Father, does this knife have a name?"

Santiao Zongjin pondered for a while, looked up and saw the crescent moon in the sky, his expression was suddenly in a trance, he only felt that the moon in the sky was carrying a strange force, bewitching him, making him say:

"The crescent moon is all over the knife pattern, and today is also the three-day moon night, so this knife should be called the Three-day Moon Zongjin."

As soon as the words fell, the moonlight was shining at the door.Everyone in Santiao took advantage of the situation to look over, and could only see a non-glare but bright phantom.It felt as if the moon in the sky was right in front of my eyes, falling on the door.

A member of the Santiao tribe panicked and shouted, "Is there any monster? Where's the spell? Go find Master Onmyoji."

Santiao Zong came to stop him, staring at the moonlight-like existence intently, "Wait, let's see again."

"But--"

"hold on."

The blocked Santiao clansmen wanted to come out through the window from behind, what are you waiting for, don't go to find Master Onmyoji now, do you have to wait for the monster to show up and eat people before going to find it?

He immediately gave up arguing with Santiao Zongjin, pushed away the people who didn't know why he was sluggish, and ran back. When he turned over the window frame, Santiao looked back and was stunned.

I saw that the light cluster at the door had dissipated, leaving only the misty moonlight like a cloud, like a translucent gauze, gently covering the body of an adult.

In the moonlight, the gorgeously dressed fairy turned his head sideways, and in the night wind, a strand of hair blew into a golden tassel.

The beautiful face with gentleness, alienation and indifference is looking at them at this time, with an elegant temperament.There is no curiosity, no doubts, as if the clay sculptures in the shrine are looking at their believers.

This is probably the god.

All the Santiao clansmen held their breath, and suddenly felt that there was some reason for the ghost stories that came out of Yinyang Liao.

If such an existence is a monster, then it seems understandable that so many people in the world are deceived and seduced by monsters.

Sanjo Zongjin moved away from the opponent's appearance, held his breath, and stared at the pattern on the opponent's clothes, the crescent-like pattern made his eyes heat up, and tears suddenly appeared.

The well-known craftsman sat up on his knees, looking expectantly at the figure in front of the door.

"Excuse me, my lord, who are you?"

In front of the house, under the shadow of the moonlight, this mortal figure said, "I am Sankai Yuezongjin."

A trace of divine power appeared along with the god's real name, and that pure power made all the members of the Santiao family sit up, saluting respectfully with blank expressions.

And at this moment, the power on the moon that is not noticed by ordinary people flashed by, and the gods everywhere raised their heads and looked at the moon.

An extremely powerful force appeared from the moon just now.But only at that moment, it seems that the connection between power and the moon is not so close, but the divine power at that moment, as well as the powerful power, are still clearly sensed by the gods.

The god who sensed this movement dared to look at the sky, surprised by the sudden appearance of powerful force.

"When did such a powerful god appear?"

"It should be a newly born god. But just after being born, it is so powerful, after that..."

"The Moon God, who has been vacant for a long time, has finally appeared. No, it is not a complete Moon God. What is this?"

In a palace in Heianjing, a god with the power of stars opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. Among the bright stars, the crescent moon exuded the most eye-catching light.

The tall god held the railing tightly and murmured, "Moon God."

In the small Sanjo smelter, the moment the craftsman named Sanjo Zongjin said the name of the sword, Sankaiyue felt that the connection of this world was formed in him.

And when he recognized his name, the power in his body merged again.

He and the knife in that craftsman's hand seemed to be one, the virtual figure instantly condensed into a solid body, and the stagnant power in his body became unobstructed again.

It's just that the isolated power is still unable to be used, and the feeling of being blocked from the moon is still there.

But even so, at the moment he appeared, the three-day moonlit night in the sky still gave him a response.

After San Riyue answered the question of the craftsman who was theoretically his father, he raised his hand and aimed at the vibrating knife on the table.

It shouldn't be called 'Na Zhen Dao', that is himself.The blade flew towards Sanriyue, directly sank into his palm, and disappeared into his body.

Under this series of stimuli, the members of the Santiao family just watched Sanriyue's actions in a daze, and did not stop him at all.

San Riyue looked at the old man, stood in the air and flicked lightly, grasped a point in the void, then drew, and a sword exactly the same as before appeared in his hand.

He looked at the knife for some unknown reason. He just thought about it for a while. It seemed inappropriate if the blade that had just been forged disappeared without leaving.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this thought appeared, the body moved by itself, as if it had made countless such movements, and easily pulled out something like a vibrating body in the air.

A feeling of interconnectedness came to mind, this vibration knife was basically the same as his own.It's just that he can perceive everything about the vibration of the knife, but he will not be affected by the vibration of the knife.

Even if the split body in his hand is broken and damaged, he will not suffer any damage.

Sanriyue raised her hand and pushed, and the split body floated in front of Santiao people.The craftsman hurriedly stood up, stretched out his hands, and carefully caught the floating sword.

After confirming that there was no problem, Sanriyue turned lightly and disappeared into the moonlight.

"Master Mikami Tsukimune—"

Santiao Zongjin yelled, but the figure was gone at the door, only fragments of moonlight slowly falling down.

He held up the sword in his hand as if lost.

After Santiaozong approached, several Santiao clansmen approached.With disbelief and excitement, he said: "Is that Sanriyue Zongjin? Is that the knife Zongjin made by you?"

"Then what is he, Fu Sangshen?"

"Isn't Fu Sangshen only available in 99?"

"Zong Jin's vibration knife was forged just today."

In the room, it became quiet for an instant, and all Sanjo came over to look at the Taidao that Sanjo Zongjin was holding in his hand.

"That's probably... that's right, the gods."

Santiaozong's hands trembled slightly, with maneuvers and disbelief, "I, forged a god?"

"Give up the knife quickly."

"It's so beautiful."

"As soon as this one comes out, our Santiao family will definitely become more famous!"

"You can't speak out!" Santiao Zongjin almost sternly stopped, "No one is allowed to speak out about what happened today."

His son and relatives all looked blank, "Father? This is a good thing."

Santiao Zongjin clenched the blade of the sword tightly in his hand, as if he still carried a trace of that person's breath.

"Good thing? Our Santiao family has forged a god, what do you let the adults think."

The Santiao sect has thought a lot recently. It is not a very good thing that their Santiao family forged a god in a place where gods, ghosts and monsters are everywhere.

Onmyoliao who got the news first, all the masters of Onmyoji will be dispatched, even Master Seimei.

It doesn't matter to check, I'm afraid that this matter will cause too much trouble, and monsters who are incompatible with the onmyojis will come to the door and come to make trouble.

Here, the masters of the leather face will probably not like the fact that their subordinates have forged a god.

This God-sama seems to have a chic and self-styled personality. If the adults know about it and issue an order to ask Sanjo to present a sword, let the God-sama be loyal or provide protection, and if the God-sama agrees, it will be a big deal. up.

It's hard to say if the adults can't deal with a new god, but the Santiao family will definitely be affected.

Therefore, what happened today must not be spoken out, and it should be regarded as having reached the highest level in life tonight, such as the existence of a dream, and sealed properly.

Santiao Zong held his sword carefully and looked at his clansmen.

"Since Mikazuki Zongjin left behind such a flick of a sword, it should mean to let us handle it."

"Are we going to sell this vibration knife?"

"Everything is according to fate. We Santiao will treat him as a treasure and enshrine it well. If we meet a suitable master, we must give the sword away, and this adult will not care about it."

Everyone in the Santiao family nodded solemnly.Before dawn the next day, the construction of an independent enshrining room had already begun.

The news spread instantly.

The beautiful sword forged by Sanjo Zongjin of the Sanjo family is regarded as the treasure of the Sanjo family and is enshrined separately.

The news flew to various places as if it had wings.

Even the underworld knows about this.

The newly dead samurai ghost stays with other ghosts, waiting for the way to the next life. In a quiet atmosphere, they still don't forget to discuss this new thing.

How interesting, you don't need to listen to who's fields and crops, but the swords of famous masters, the most beautiful swords in the world are forged.Sounds like a lot more than anything else.

The samurai was immediately surrounded by other ghosts.

Even if you didn't see the sword vibrating, it was Santiao Xiaosmelting. If people dare to say it is the most beautiful, it must be the most beautiful.

Several ghosts stood together, discussing the topic lively.But no matter how many chats, after a long time, after the common topics are discussed, there is still a quiet atmosphere.

In the cold, humid and foggy environment of the underworld, the feeling of being quiet is terrifying.

A farmer-like ghost looked around in fear. It was empty, and there were some dead branches scattered on the black land.What was barely the sky was black and red, with only a little bit of light.It can be said to be a very depressing and terrifying scene.

The civilian rubbed his arm, "The underworld is so scary."

The samurai looked over suspiciously, "What are you afraid of?"

"Afraid of ghosts?"

This is probably a coward.

The incumbent commoner was also aware of his current identity, and sighed again. He waited quietly for a long time, but the surrounding area was still empty, with only a few dogs guarding here.

Finally, a ghost who looked like a squire said, "Didn't it mean that there will be black and white ghosts in the underworld to guide the way? Why don't we have anyone to guide the way? Is it because the family has no care?"

The squire made a counting gesture.

The samurai was very strange, "Let's forget it, why didn't you manage it?"

"My clan is probably fighting for property, so I don't have time to bury it properly."

Is it really so?

However, in the introduction of Onmyoji and the shrine maiden, the underworld is a place with very strict rules, and there will never be any mistakes. In the myth, even if a god breaks into the underworld, it still does not disturb the order of the underworld .

Why were they forgotten? Could it be that what Master Onmyoji said was false?It still really needs to be done by the family members to solve this problem.

All the ghosts looked at each other, the squires, commoners, samurai, old people, many commoners, it seems that there really are no wealthy, leisure and loving families, and there is nothing that can be managed.

A civilian ghost covered his face sadly and cried, "Are we going to wait here forever?"

"Don't run—!!!!"

A hoarse and angry shout startled the ghosts. They followed the sound and saw only the open space not far away and the thick fog above.No matter how far away, it is completely invisible.

In the thick fog, there was the sound of hasty and light footsteps.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga pulled Touken Fusangshin who was running slowly in the team, "Run, run, run, turn around."

The five tigers retreated with tears in their eyes, and ran quickly, "Tsuru Wandian, I feel like we have been here before."

"Well, have you been here before, ah, I can't help it, it looks too similar here."

"stop--"

"Wow, I'm catching up, let's turn around again."

The high wooden clogs lightly tapped to the ground, even though Tsurumaru Kuninaga was still holding a sword Fusangshin in his hand, his posture was still light, with just a light touch, the snow-white figure flew far away.

The short knives also helped each other with other slow knives, which were thrown far away by the four ghost envoys behind them.

"Tsurumaru-den, how are we going to get out?"

Tsurumaru Kuniyong rushed to the front, trying to find a place similar to the entrance, but the heavy fog blocked his sight.

However, the spiritual consciousness seems to be suppressed in this place, as if there is something more dangerous, or in other words, this place belongs to some other existence. In front of this existence, they have no way to easily detect everything around them.

"I'll study how to get out, run, run, etc..."

"Wow! Ghost!" Seeing the figures in front of them, the daggers whined and continued to run.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga took out his pocket with the hand that was not holding the sword Fusangshen, and scattered out the blessing beans all over the sky.

The squires, warriors, and peasants disappeared in an instant, only beans were jumping on the ground.

Wuhu retreated and sniffed, "...Tsuramaruden, where did that Fudou come from?"

"Sanriyue is going to give Xiaohuwan the raw material for making fried tofu."

Ah, it's a good thing Xiaohuwan isn't here.

Wu Hu retreated and wiped his eyes, suddenly feeling that he was not a good blade.Token Fusangshen followed Tsurumaru Kuninaga silently, waiting for the other party to find a way out.

"It's over, you guys who messed up the underworld!"

A figure appeared on the road in front of Touken Fusangshen, who was carrying a huge writing brush on his back. The writing brush looked familiar, very similar to the one that Tsurumaru Kuninaga used to draw formations for Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga stepped horizontally, leaving a jump mark on the ground, stopped abruptly and turned around, "Go to the left."

After running for a few steps, a white figure appeared in front of the left side, holding a soul-calling banner in his hand.It was one of them who had been chasing after them before.

The swords turned around immediately, and there was a small barefoot figure holding a sickle.

Several Daojian Fusangshen formed a circle back to back, looked around, and found that all directions had been surrounded.

The one who stopped them first, the one with the protective paper took down the brush and typed the word 'judgment' in the air, "Plead guilty!"

The author has something to say: Tsurumaru Kuninaga: It is impossible to get lost if you get lost, and I am not Mikazuki Munekin, I will never get lost, look at me and get out of this wretched place right away.

Sanriyue (after leaving Santiao's house): Hahaha, I found a place with plenty of spiritual power, but I want to go back and deal with some things, where is the smelting place?