A broken waist warning from a god judge

After guarding that the short knife that did not give her life as a pet turned into a beach of sand, Yun Jin walked out of the forging room.

"I must find out who is behind the scenes."

She walked to the open space, took out a boulder from her bag, and punched it one by one: "Cheat my feelings, waste my time, do you dare to play me like this because I'm a foreign monster? Do you dare to underestimate me if you look like a child?"

If the mastermind behind the scenes could hear Yun Jin's words, he would absolutely kneel in front of the other party, expressing that he absolutely did not mean that.

However, he couldn't hear it, so he could only bear Yunjin's anger.

Yun Jin, who was originally in a game mentality about this matter, became completely serious.

I don't know who created the retrograde army and Fu Sangshen, and deliberately made the two sides confront each other; I don't know who brought out the Government of Time, and recruited a group of people who only have the name of the gods and no gods Ordinary people who are actually real people as their own employees...

Thinking about it now, this plan has so many loopholes that it is outrageous.

"Master God Judge?"

Today's valet Ji Zhenzong called Yunjin in a low voice: "It will be lunch time soon."

He also took out a handkerchief from his pocket, trying to help Yunjin wipe off the gravel powder on the back of his hand.

"Girls' hands are not used to do such rude things." Wu Ji sighed, and carefully wiped Yun Jin's hands clean, "What's the problem, let us help you solve it together? Here, throwing stones to vent Feelings of dissatisfaction..."

Knowing that you won't get hurt by dropping a rock, the worry will still exist.

"Because I can't beat you again."

Yun Jin looked at Wu Ji, and the careful Fu Sangshen slowly froze under her gaze: "I'm joking, how could I hit you casually."

One or two are more brittle than big rocks. When she hits the rocks, she can use her strength without paying attention. When beating Fusangshen, she has to take her time, control her strength and grasp the angle, lest one accidentally break it.

"All right."

Shaking her hands, Yunjin rubbed her clothes twice unaccustomed to it. This kind of intimacy rarely occurs on her body. It may be because she has been too skinny since she was a child. The only ending for her to go to the house is to Being spanked on the leg by grandpa Qingpan, she wouldn't worry about whether she would hurt when she fell off the roof.

I'll just smash the ground into a big hole.

Yun Jin, who had really fallen down, said unbearably.

"I'm going to the world today."

In the middle of the meal, Yunjin said casually: "I'm going to the museum to see what the state of your body is."

Fu Sangshen who was choked was not uncommon.

"Why did you suddenly remember this?"

Sanriyue Zongjin put down the bowl and chopsticks: "Have you finally lost interest in our Fusangshen (body)?"

"correct."

Yun Jin nodded as a matter of course: "Well, it's natural to hold the knife in your hand and play with it, or take it on the battlefield, making it your closest partner, and you, once you hear that your body is going to be taken away by me, Everyone seems to want to be innocent..."

"Cough cough cough."

Yingwan had to cough loudly to cover the last few syllables: "Actually, as long as you ask, we will take the initiative to offer it."

"But it's not true."

Sighing, Yun Jin looked up at the sky: "I want to see if those of you who are displayed in the museum are what I think."

She has been ignoring an important point, the bodies of these fusangshen, according to grandpa, completely restored the data in history.

Grandpa would not lie to her, he said it was 100% restored, then there would be no problem.

But who can easily make a 100% promise?Without a real body in hand for comparison, even a knifesmith as talented as Yunjin and with various modern tools as an auxiliary, there is no guarantee that he can forge a knife that is exactly the same as in history.

In Fusangshenli sitting below, in addition to the ones that still exist now, there are many knives that only exist in history, or are simply lost.

Even swords without data support can appear, and it is self-evident what kind of means the people behind the scenes have.

Anyway, Yunjin was sure of one thing, this man definitely had a lot of genuine swords in his hands.

"Anyway, I'll understand after I read it. You guys will work hard this afternoon, and don't worry about anything else."

While eating big mouthfuls, Yunjin was living her own plan in her heart, and then dragged out the real mastermind behind the scenes with a hammer to smash it into pieces bit by bit.

Damn it, Grandpa must have noticed something was wrong from the very beginning, but he didn't say anything and let me figure it out by myself.

It's really a grandpa. He watched his granddaughter spinning around in the maze without giving any hints.

As soon as she got angry, Yunjin blocked Qingpan on WeChat. She decided not to let him out this week, and even complained to Fengchao about her grandfather's unreliability, which made her want to hug Yunjin. Feng Chao, who returned to his family, was in a particularly sunny mood.

"Your grandfather has that kind of character."

Feng Chao also pretended to whitewash Qingpan, any whitewashing words at this time turned into black paint and poured on Qingpan's head.

"By the way, those gadgets I made for you have been delivered to you recently. Remember to assemble them after you get them, okay?"

"mwah."

After the master and apprentice got tired of it, Yunjin changed into clothes that were convenient for traveling, and took today's valet to the world.

Wuji Zhenzong's back will be burnt out by other fusangshen in the main pill. These days, they follow the rule of changing the servants every day, but they are only taken out as servants. Yaoken is the first one. , Wuji became the second one.

The illusory god of luck finally took care of me once.

Helping down the hat on his head, Wuji smiled slightly.

"It's a bit difficult to go to all the museums. The opening hours of each museum are different, and the exhibits are also different."

Searching for relevant information on her mobile phone, Yun Jin walked forward with her head down, and Wu Ji was in charge of gently pulling her when she was about to bump into someone, and brought her to a safe position.

"If you want to confirm the authenticity, isn't it enough to look at it?"

Thinking of the huge amount in the main pill, even Wuji felt a headache: "If your idea is correct, our swords have long been replaced by fake ones without knowing it."

"The swords in Honmaru are rarely consistent. We are all in the hands of different masters. Even the peaceful years after the war subsides, we can't stop this wandering fate."

Every change of hands means a possibility of being dropped.

Those swords that were regarded as national treasures in the exhibition window may just be the wishful thinking of the parties concerned that they are genuine. The real ones have long been silently collected by someone to a place that only he himself knows.

"It's so reasonable, I don't even know how to refute it."

Yun Jin bought two ice creams and Wu Ji each, and after being persuaded by Wu Ji, they went to the nearest museum to see the swords in it.

Now I am not obsessed with the fact that it has to be transformed. According to the speed at which new sword men are introduced by current affairs, these swords with names will one day become one of the existences pursued by the gods.

The two of them looked very carefully, separated by a layer of glass, the sword was divided into different parts, lying on the knife holder.

——It's really shameful, if it's my own body lying inside in such a form, letting people watch.

Covering his view with a hat, Mukichi lowered his head to hide the blush on his cheeks.

I don't feel this way at ordinary times, and it's the same when I do maintenance for myself. Especially during the holidays, I have to take care of everything separately, but at that time, I don't feel this discomfort at all.

This is the so-called left hand touching the right hand, and you won't feel it until you die.

"Ah, not this one either."

When the light hits the blade body, those tiny lines can be seen clearly.

It's just that the special power that belongs to the sword, Yunjin has never been aware of it.

Lying in the showcase, the swords that were regarded as genuine were all imitations.

It’s not that such imitations are worthless, they are also swords with a long history, just like the paintings that imitate famous paintings of a certain era, as long as they are imitated for a long time, even if they can’t sell the real ones in modern times The price, also has a good pricing.

But the gap between the real thing and the imitation...

"It looks like your guess has come true."

Sitting in a dim sum shop not far from the museum, Wuji brought a drink in front of Yunjin: "This is actually good, it means that as long as you find the only one person, you can find all of us."

"It's a good business with huge profits, Lord God Judge."

"Just call me Yunjin."

After drinking the ice-cold drink, the anxiety in her heart was slightly calmed down. Yun Jin looked at Wu Ji who was looking at her tenderly on the opposite side, and couldn't help asking: "Don't you feel angry, my body is treated like this."

They are all shadows cast by the main body. Now it seems that not only Fu Sangshen is like this, but even the retrograde army is like this.

"As a sword, it is a blessing to be able to come to the world in human form and have the current life."

There is still an unspoken part in Wu Ji's heart.

If it weren't for Yunjin's persistence, they would never know what kind of existence they are so called themselves until they die.

There will be no god-judging person willing to do this for them, and there will be no god-judging person who has a strong ability to act like Yunjin, who can move as soon as he says it, without any hesitation.

A variety of coincidences mixed together to have their current Qingming.

"Fu Sangshen's heart is actually very small."

Wakizashi boy emphasized this: "As weapons, our wish is to be used by others. If we can be brought to the battlefield to play a role, then even if it is broken, there will be no complaints."

"In a peaceful society like modern times, the role of the sword has changed from a murder weapon to an ornamental object. The kendo practiced by ordinary people is rarely performed with a real knife with a sharp edge. It is not sad and depressing to say the least. Hurry, it's impossible."

"Being able to become Fu Sangshen, beheading the retrograde army, is a new birth for us."

"Besides, there is righteousness behind this behavior. It is to protect this peaceful future. We will not complain at all when we do this."

"We don't have time to feel angry and sad. Just living a calm life is enough for us to work hard."

These are words that Wuji has never said to others. There are very few swords like him who "do not know how to make progress" in Honmaru.

It's just that he really cherishes the present life. He has reliable colleagues and a past with a warm smile when he recalls it. What is there to be dissatisfied with in such a life?

"Don't worry, I will worry you more in the future."

Yun Jin gulped down a whole glass of drink: "Originally, I wanted to get rid of the people behind the scenes all at once, but since you said that, it's better to give up."

Otherwise, if the root cause is solved, what will happen to these extra fusangshen? Could it be that she is going to start a company and recruit all the idle fusangshen to work as coolies?

Even if you go to Africa to drill for oil, you won't need so many people.

"However, the revenge that should be reported must be reported. I will remember the humiliation of not being able to raise a cat for the rest of my life."

In the little book in his heart, he made a serious note, and Yunjin waved, asking the boss to serve up all the desserts in the shop.