The most beautiful blade in the world

In the end, Mikazuki still entered the village, and if two people could finish searching the situation as soon as possible, there was no need for Tsurumaru Kuninaga to search alone.Especially when Tsurumaru Kuninaga was not quite used to the scene in front of him.

San Riyue was very considerate of him. As a sword, it was a sharp and famous knife made by a famous master. They were naturally used to blood, but the scene before them was not within the scope of what they had seen before.This is not a battlefield, this is a dilapidated village that has been attacked by wild beasts, and there are broken corpses everywhere.

Sharp swords are naturally not afraid of corpses. They were even used for this in ancient times, but the situation is completely different from now. On the battlefield, it is a bloody fight, a fatal blow, full of tension and violence.But in this village, there is only silence and emptiness left.Tsurumaru Kuninaga was already Fusangshen, and when he saw this situation, it was impossible for him to have no fluctuations in his heart.

Especially as a famous sword, Tsurumaru Kuninaga didn't participate in many actual battles, and Mikazuki was not surprised that he couldn't adapt to the current situation.

So the areas he assigned to Tsurumaru Kuninaga's search all seemed to be in better condition.At least, not walking in the blackened blood with every step.

Assign Tsurumaru Kuninaga a slightly better job as gently as possible, neither let him continue to poke at the gate of the village as a benchmark when Tsurumaru Kuninaga offered to help, thus hitting Tsurumaru Kuninaga's heart, It can also ease her own workload, and Sanriyue thinks she has done her best so far.

He watched the snow-white Fu Sangshen carefully carry the hem of the exotic costume, walked into a village house, and then took a step towards the center of the village.

The center of the village is generally the place where people with higher status live.

For thousands of years, the immortal who has experienced countless things raised his sleeves to cover his nose, and walked past the surrounding fine wreckage without changing his expression.While walking, looking around, there are low houses all around, which is very in line with the remote location of this village.It seems that the economic situation is not good, completely relying on self-sufficiency.

The further you go inside, the worse the overall environment is. It seems that the center of the village has experienced more brutal attacks.There are paw prints and charred traces everywhere, and it can be seen that some places have been on fire.

The stains on the ground are unavoidable. Before stepping on it, everything may be lacking, that is, the immortal who will not lack spiritual power gently lifts the hem of the clothes, and a spiritual power slides along the hem to the soles of the feet.An invisible transparent film appeared out of thin air, and at the moment before the footsteps of the god judge stepped on the stain, it isolated the soles of the god judge's feet from the ground.

The elegant figure walked through the tragic village without leaving a trace on the dried up pool of blood, as if the figure of this lord was completely isolated in mid-air, and something supported him to move forward.

After looking around the small village, Sanriyue had already locked on the target she wanted to search for.A family in the very center of the village.The house already looks like its best, at least in terms of decor.

It's just that this was once, but now, the door of this family is open, and there is a huge paw print on it, deeply engraved on the wooden door leaf, and the door panel is half-hanging in the door frame, and it will fall off all the time.

This should be the house where the highest ranking person in the village lives.It's also where you're most likely to have a map.

Sanriyue walked into this house, and the bottles and jars in the house had been smashed to pieces, but some books, paper and pens could still be seen.He looked at the pens and papers scattered on the ground, and searched carefully in the room.

In the villages of this era, most people could not read, and they couldn't even write their own names.Those who can read must have a certain economic strength and a certain status.For example, offerings to shrines and village chiefs.As for those who can't even write their names, such people naturally don't have any maps or the like in their homes.

Unless it is a hunter or a merchant, it is possible to keep some nearby maps.Apart from these people, the one most likely to have a map is the village chief, who needs to communicate with the surrounding villages.

San Riyue carefully searched around the house a few times, but unfortunately, he couldn't find it. The only paper products were some simple books and correspondence.

He closed the tattered cabinet door, took out a square handkerchief to wipe his hands, and thought about whether to search all the houses in the village, when he heard a scream from outside.

"Wow! I was really scared to death!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga's voice sounded abruptly.

Hearing the sound was a little far away, it should be near the gate of the village.It can be clearly heard from so far away, what exactly did Tsurumaru Kuninaga see that made him lose his composure.

Ripples appeared all over Sanriyue's body, and her spiritual power rushed out, firmly following the contract and connecting to that side.In the other part of the contract, it didn't feel like a crisis or fear, but more like fright.

The frightened crane was frightened, which is really frightening enough.

Sanriyue walked out of the house quickly, followed the contract's guidance, and came to a shop.There are some familiar stoves and pools, but this is actually a blacksmith shop. As a swordsman, he naturally has a good impression of this kind of place.

Seeing the snow-white figure in the room, Sanriyue looked around and saw the beast that was still spurting blood on the ground. Without stopping her gaze, she asked, "Nothing happened, right?"

Surprised by the sudden incident, Tsurumaru Kuninaga was shaking the stains on the knife, just reluctantly calmed down, when he heard the voice of his own god judge, he hurriedly put on a reliable and calm look.

"Wahhahaha, I'm not scared, this is my planned appearance."

Sanriyue felt the pounding heartbeat on the other side of the contract, didn't say anything, just watched with a smile on her face.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was stared at by the interrogator with such an indescribable expression, he was seen a little weak, after slapping haha, he didn't get the expected reply, he was as thick-skinned as if nothing had happened, stepped aside, Showing the iron stove behind him, he said worriedly, "I saw this, it's really surprising."

Looking at the iron stove, it was dark inside, Mikazuki raised her eyebrows in surprise, and said to Tsurumaru Kuninaga: "Is this the case, it's because you were scared."

Inside the iron stove in this small town, there are two children.A boy who looked older, in his teens, looked alert and tired, looking out through the small opening of the iron stove like a frightened little beast.

In his arms, he held a baby carefully.

It was this iron stove that protected them.The inside of the iron stove is hollow, with only a small entrance, just enough for a child of a few years old to enter.Perhaps it was the blacksmith who stuffed his child into the iron stove when he found out that the situation was wrong, which saved his life.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga led the child out of the iron stove.

"Really, we should have been the ones who emerged from the stove, but why were swords greeted from outside." Tsurumaru Kuninaga said so, but his movements were very gentle and careful.

The boy stood tremblingly at the door of the stove, with his head bowed and silent. The snow-white sword Fu looked at his own god-inspector for help, but Sanriyue completely ignored his plea for help.

None of the two present had any experience in coaxing children.The people he met before when he was still in the sword are not counted, so the youngest person Tsurumaru Kuninaga met in person was his first god judge, a boy with a second illness in middle school.

This young man with a secondary illness has a mental illness, and the illness is not serious. He obviously has good spiritual power, and even attracted Sanri Yuezong's spirit to descend.God judges are good everywhere, but their brains are not very good. They feel that they are the savior of the world. In order to save history and the world, they go out desperately, and even go out with sword wounds and serious injuries. fall.

The surviving sword Fusangshen did not fall in the dark, and the rare ones, such as the Mikazuki Zongjin and other blades, were quickly adopted and taken away.And Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was shrouded in the dark aura, was sent to the current dark knife collection Honmaru.

Naturally, the government of the time will not send any normal judges here, but it is just delaying the return of the fallen sword Fusangshenbudaojie to the original body. The people who are sent are all criminals, after all, not only good people , Only young people have spiritual power.

These scumbags in society were just used by the government of time, and stuffed into the Honmaru of the Dark Fallen Sword Collection, playing their last remaining moments.

Naturally, there would be no children among those sent here.

As a sword, Tsurumaru Kuninaga had a rough experience. As a funeral object, he was enshrined in the shrine and became an imperial sword. It was changed hands by many collectors. He has experienced all the strange things that a sword can experience, but for now It's useless, he still doesn't know how to take care of children!

The judge made it clear that he just didn't want to come forward to take care of this matter. This is the time for Tsurumaru Kuninaga to play his role. He fought hard for the honor of the sword in Honmaru!

"Little guy, are you from this village?"

The little man lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.

One word from Tsurumaru Kuninaga killed the world.

In the final analysis, what you have not mastered will not be able to learn without a teacher just because your fighting spirit is aroused.Tsurumaru Kuninaga still can't talk to children.After trying several times and failing to strike up a conversation, he tried to draw the little boy closer.

With a snap, Tsurumaru Kuninaga's hand was mercilessly opened.

Holding the baby in his arms, the little boy shouted at Tsurumaru Kuninaga, "Don't touch me, you monster!"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was waved away, was stunned. He had never encountered a situation where he was yelled a monster when facing a character at the anchor of history.

He stretched out his hand to stop him, "Hey, hey, please be clear, we are not monsters."

Protecting the child in his arms, the little boy backed away hastily, leaning tightly against the stove, looking at Tsurumaru Kuninaga furiously, "Don't even think about hurting Sachiko, you white-haired monster!"

Being called a monster again, Tsurumaru Kuninaga didn't know what to say.Sanriyue had expected this situation.

—About the fact that they might be regarded as monsters.

Most of the Touken Fusangshen are dignified and beautiful in appearance, at least they look completely different from the civilians on the historical anchor.The Government of Time deliberately made a confusing formation, so that even if the swordsmen were on expeditions and went out to battle, even if they were seen by others, they would only look like warriors they understood.

Now, with a wave of the time government's hand, the space except the historical anchor point of the formation map is blocked, and the automatically effective deceptive formation is naturally excluded, exposing Fu Sangshen's distinctive appearance.

These things are recorded in the documents of the secret office, about the reasons for the use of the deceptive formation and the approval letter.Fu Sangshen may not know, but San Riyue does.

Originally, he planned to throw a soul-destroyer if he encountered uncooperative villagers, but now there are only children in front of him in this village. After all, there are still bad effects, and it is too late to temporarily change the confusing appearance, so the original plan cannot continue.

Tsurumaru Kununaga tried to get closer, but made no progress at all.He and the little boy kept sawing in front of the stove, and the other party was protecting the child in his arms with a look of despair, making Daojian Fusangshen completely at a loss as to what to do.

Sanriyue had seen enough excitement, and calmly took out a warm lunch box from the mustard space.

No matter what happened in this village, it is certain that this child has been hiding in it for a long time. There is nothing to eat and drink, and nothing is more attractive than a box of hot rice.

Sure enough, the child's attention was immediately attracted by Sanriyue.

San Riyue bent down slightly, and brought the boxed lunch to the little boy, "Hahaha, don't you want to try it?"

Then Tsurumaru Kuninaga never had a good communication with the child, so he was easily hooked away by Mikazuki with a box of bento.

In the woods far away from the village, in the clean air, Mikazuki and Tsurumaru Kuninaga sat on the grass, watching the little boy gobble up the grilled rice. The baby between his legs was also holding a frankincense provided by Mikazuki The fruit is fierce.

"The appetite looks very good, very good, very good, if not enough, there is more here, let's eat." San Riyue took out another lunch box and put it on the open space between him and the little boy, and then took out another lunch box. A piece of frankincense fruit is placed neatly on the lid of the lunch box.

The little boy wolfed down his meal, wiped his mouth, stared at Sanriyue for a while, and suddenly said, "Are you a god?"

"Hey!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga was really stunned when he heard this, and almost jumped up from the ground, "This attitude is really unexpected, obviously I saved you from the crisis of the beast."

Why is he a white-haired monster, and the judge of God is a god.The god judge is clearly a person, no, the god judge is from another world, maybe it's just a humanoid creature, not even a human being.

Seeing the little boy looking closely at his own judge, his eyes full of trust and expectation, Tsurumaru Kuninaga felt inexplicably upset, put his hand on the little boy's shoulders, and pulled him over, "Obviously I am the God, kid, Lord God is here."

The little boy glanced at the snow-white sword Fusangshen, with indescribable disgust, "You are not."

"Hahahaha, what an unexpected answer, even if I'm not a god, the one over there won't be a god either."

"I don't believe it!" The little boy didn't believe it at all. He turned his head again and looked at Sanriyue, his expression instantly became devout, "You are a god, right?"

San Riyue looked at the bustle in front of her, and replied with a smile, "Hahaha, why do you ask that, don't I look like a god?"

The little boy's eyes instantly filled with radiance, "You really are a god."

"Hahaha, then the Lord God wants to ask you, do you know what year it is now?"

"Year name, what is that, my lord god wants to know this, but I haven't heard my father say it."

"Hey..." Tsurumaru Kuninaga looked at his god judge this time. He never expected that his god judge Mikazuki Munekin would even start to imitate the identity of a god when he acted as a hobby poisoner.

Is this the same as his first interrogator, a manifestation of the second disease.Now he is imitating the identity of Mikazuki Zongjin, but in the end, his identity will not be confused, and he will completely forget who he is, right?

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was very worried about the sanity of his own god judge. He once thought that if something went wrong with the god judge, it would be good to replace it with another one. ——Otherwise, he wouldn't have been lying in ambush in the crack of space, and would have launched an attack directly when the judge entered the room for the first time.But the situation is different now. They have already belonged to the camp of the god judges, mixed with the time retrograde army, and want to continue to benefit from the god judges and improve the strength of the swordsmen.At this time, if there is something wrong with the mind of the interrogator, they have no place to cry.

Especially what the God-inspector said just now, Tsurumaru Kuninaga worriedly reminded, "The God-inspector is not familiar with this world yet, I can't agree with some rumors, but some rumors in the world are true, pretending to be a god, to the god Disrespect or something, that's not good."

But his advice was ignored by the god judge without hesitation. The god judge, who was facing Sanri Yuezong's close face, laughed and didn't answer his words, but he also didn't explain the matter of pretending to be a god before.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was even more worried.

"Sanri Yue Zongjin is the most divine Yizheng Dao among the Sword Fusangshen. Although with Fusangshen's strength, it may not have any impact on the God-inspectors, but it is not guaranteed that as a god, it will not give the God-in-the-sun Those who bring a bad influence on the gods."

"Hahaha, it's okay."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's head is getting bigger.No, it matters, very much.Especially Mikazuki Zongjin, in the Honmaru of his first interrogator, there was Mikazuki Zongjin.

"Maybe the Lord God Judge just saw him, but I have personally contacted him in the original Honmaru."

Tsurumaru Kuni always cared about the safety of the God-inspector, and the opportunity for everyone in Honmaru to improve their strength in the future. At this time, he didn't care about angering the God-inspector who was close to the Mikazuki Sect. He just wanted to explain the seriousness of the matter and let everyone The judge realized what was wrong as soon as possible, and corrected what happened just now.

"San Ri Yue Zong looks glamorous and beautiful, but in fact he is very scheming and can be called narrow-minded. If his true spirit finds out that someone is pretending to be him, he will definitely be angry."

"Hahaha, it won't be that serious."

"It's really so serious, Sankazuki Zongjin is a good-looking liar!" Tsurumaru Kuniyong said righteously, thinking that in Honmaru, the reason why many swords fell secretly was because the judge couldn't get Sankazuki Zongjin to forge knives and smash knives crazily Related, I can't help but feel a little bit unstoppable.

The snow-white sword Fu Sangshen ignored the children beside him, pulled the judge and began to dissuade him, "The reason why Mikazuki Zongjin can still look so gentle and unrestrained is entirely due to the elegant etiquette from the Heian-kyo era, coupled with the long-term foresight Of course, the most important thing is his face."

The judge visibly froze.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga saw that it was effective, and began to worry that his words were too much, which would affect Honmaru, and he hurriedly made amends for the three-day Tsukimune that he brought back.

"However, Sanriyuedian is still the pillar of Honmaru. Although he is extremely egotistical, when everyone has any problems, he is still the most reliable."

As he spoke, Tsurumaru Kuninaga was aroused by Sihuadao's little jealousy again, "Otherwise, the blade of Mikazuki Munekin, in my original Honmaru, when the swords all lived in a small room, Living alone in a big windy place, he stretched out his clothes, stretched out his hands and opened his mouth to eat, and was late every day, hahaha talking to himself, if he had no real skills, he would have been beaten to death by the swords and sacks."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga laughed while talking, and after laughing a few times, he didn't get a response, and when he looked closely, he saw the condensed eyes of the judge.

He trembled all over, feeling that he was being watched by some dangerous existence, "Eh? Ah, that, let's take it as a joke, but really don't pretend to be the god of Sanriyue Zongjin."

Mikazuki smiled politely, looking exactly like the other Mikazuki from Honmaru, without any trace of imitation.He reached out and touched Tsurumaru Kuninaga's head with a meaningful expression.

You wait, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, wait for me to go back and deal with you.

Seeing that the conversation stopped, the little boy on the side put Xingzi in his arms on the grass and sat up, "My name is Zhe, my father is a blacksmith, people in the village..."

The boy's fingers tightly clasped his clothes, and he did not continue, "In short, please fulfill my wish and help me get revenge! If there is anything that needs me, Lord God, I will definitely work hard to complete it!"

"But we have to go to other villages as soon as possible." Tsurumaru Kuninaga spoke directly, rejecting Zhe's request for the god judge.If they delay here for one more day, the risk of the sword at Honmaru being discovered will be a little higher.He can't bet on this.

"Is that so..." Zhe lowered his head unwillingly, "I will lead the way for the gods, but please teach me how to become stronger!"

"Yes." Sanriyue agreed to the request.He likes people who know current affairs, and this Zhe meets this standard, "You take us to a village with people, and then I will teach you how to become stronger."

Zhe nodded vigorously, and hurriedly stood up holding Sachiko, "Then let's go now."

How could Sankayue let a little boy lead the way with a baby in his arms? It wasn't because he and Tsurumaru Kuninaga were embarrassed to be empty-handed, but that the speed was too slow.

So he summoned Yun Qiexiang with his spiritual power and told him to take the child from the little boy's hand.

The dagger with black hair and purple pupils walked up to him, raised his arms, and waited for a long time, but there was no response.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga turned around in doubt, and saw Zhe's eyes were red, staring at Yunqiexiang and the body around his waist, breathing more and more heavily.

"Zhe?"

"Go to hell! Monster!"

The author has something to say: Mikazuki: Hahaha, Tsurumaru Kuninaga, you wait, you remember you

Tsurumaru: God judge, listen to me, what I said is true, Mikazuki Zongjin is not good at all, look at me!

Sanriyue: You shut up and I won’t listen. I rely on my face for my narrow-mindedness and scheming. Why should I listen to you?