A broken waist warning from a god judge

If the two worlds are turned into a big screen, and what happens in each world is a movie being staged, then the studio where Yunjin is located and the Honmaru next door are two different styles.

Her place is sunny and sunny, enjoying the ice-cold pudding. She expresses every detail of ordinary life to the fullest. After watching it, I just want to ask, what brand of pudding is it and where can I buy it? series of daily questions.

As for Honmaru, the sword was on the verge of firing. The swordsmith brought six shikigami to fight against a group of Fusangshin.

"Is this a gesture of seeking cooperation?"

The swordsmith is still in the fixed posture of holding his small hands. He is already bi-headed, which makes him look even cuter.

The image set by the government of the time for him is also an obedient type. It may be that the god-inspector who prevents the forging knife from being shipped will throw him into the stove to sacrifice to the sky in a rage.

"To be precise, it's a win-win situation."

The polite smile on Yiqi Yizhen's face never disappeared: "Wouldn't it affect you if the judge didn't show up?"

"No."

The swordsmith slapped his face: "The gem she gave us before, the value of spiritual power stored in it, judging from our consumption, it will not be used up in 100 years."

"And you."

He hooked the corner of his mouth: "I guess I won't be able to hold on soon."

This sentence filled the audience with hatred. In the final analysis, the swordsmith just couldn't get used to this group of fusangshen who thought highly of themselves.

Do you really think that you are something rare and authentic?

Among the people present, only Yingwan and Jinjian, who have been reforged by Yunjin, are qualified to stand at the top, and the others are all fragile body projections. Perhaps the swordsmen are aware of their own situation and use illusions to cover up their inferiority complex .

It’s really necessary to feel inferior, the master will break you with a light tap, if it’s me, you should break it, throw it in the furnace and annihilate it directly into ashes, at worst, if you summon another one, it will be over.

"Put away your arrogance, and if you want to cooperate, put on the posture you should have."

The swordsman coughed twice, his figure gradually elongated under Fu Sangshen's surprised eyes, and the shell that sealed his body was stretched open by him, turning into a thin piece of paper and falling to the ground .

"Well, it's more comfortable like this."

Stretching his neck, the swordsmith casually took a red tassel from Shikigami's head behind him, binding his long black hair.

"...Does the God Judge know that you are such a swordsmith?"

Sankai Yuezong couldn't sit still anymore. There were too many sudden shocks in his life. He dared to bet that even the government of time didn't know that a certain swordsmith was occupied by an unknown creature, and he was still lurking in this pill for a long time.

"She? You should know."

When we met him for the first time, I treated him like a younger brother, and I wasn't surprised by his human-like behavior, as if everything was taken for granted.

It has to be said that Yunjin's nonchalant attitude made the knifesmith willing to show her a fire.So many god judges, only this one walked into the dilapidated forge, and even made it his home, and specially repaired it.

The swordsmith didn't want to get involved in this matter. His long life made him not interested in everything that happened around him. Compared with those Fu Sangshen who deliberately made fun of himself, he was more used to standing in the forging room with his little hands in his mouth. Feel the spring, summer, autumn and winter.

"Don't underestimate our lord."

He said the word master, but there was almost no respect in it: "Is there a grandpa who wants to contact her? I'm afraid he was crushed to pieces by the other party's coercion before he saw anyone."

"Oh? I didn't expect such a character to be hidden in this pill."

As an outsider, Yamabuki Kiriichi seemed normal when he stepped up to the top: "But the disappearance of Yunjin is not a trivial matter, we can't contact her, and we can't bring her back, don't sue the parents, is there any other way for you? "

"Well, if you really want to say it, yes."

The knife maker nodded, he didn't mean to introduce himself: "This is a thankless task, why should I waste my time for you, so I can help you contact that person, but you should think about what to do next gone."

He took his phone out of his sleeve.

It has to be said that the contrasting scene of a man dressed in an ancient costume with a modern communication tool gave Fu Sangshen a lot of shock.

"Does Honmaru also have a signal?"

Wuji Zhenzong looked at it suspiciously: "I remember that the god judge said that that thing can only be used in the present world."

"Eh? Your judge still told you these things."

Natsuo Toshiro was excited for a second: "That's great, my god judge lives like an ancient man, there are instant noodles sold in every house, but I still don't know what instant food tastes like until I come here .”

"It's not something to envy."

Wu Ji didn't expect to be talked to, and he quietly moved himself aside, for fear that he would be entangled by enthusiastic people.

He doesn't want to have a good relationship with any sword man. Now that the scandal between Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Hikiri is raging, other swords who don't want to be involved in this vortex restrain themselves even more. Say, not to mention hands and feet.

"Don't go."

Cattail grabbed Wuji: "It's hard to catch someone who can talk, and it's not too late to run away after saying a few more words."

Monoyoshi Sadamune: TvT, TvT is tough

The swordsmith dialed the phone, and the signal-shielding barrier set up by the government of time for Honmaru was nothing to him.

Qingpan on the other side of the sea looked at the unfamiliar number on the phone, thought for a while and pressed the green call button.

"Hello, Yunjin's grandpa."

The accent of the person on the opposite side, Qingpan, has never been heard, but he can speak Chinese fairly neatly, not so bad that he hangs up immediately.

"Where is Yunjin?"

Only a few people know her private number. With Yunjin's personality, she prefers to use communication apps like WeChat to send him messages or videos, rather than make calls.

The child didn't know when he established a wrong perception. He always felt that making phone calls cost the most money. He obviously wanted to use gemstones for every meal, but he put saving money first in these small places.

Don't you think it doesn't cost money to open traffic?

He didn't know how to change a phone card when he went abroad, and Qingpan didn't know how much phone bills he had charged Yun Jin when he was in China.

"My lord, she's gone."

The swordsmith smiled and replied: "According to these Fu Sangshen, forget it, anyway, they can't explain why, and the result is that Yunjin disappeared mysteriously during the mission, and now she can't be contacted, so I can only trouble you. "

"I see."

Qingpan pressed the phone, he looked at the high-tech Feng Chao brought over with complicated eyes, and after thinking for a long time, he tore off a piece of hair and put it in the card slot on the right.

It is said that in this way, a body can be created, and the consciousness can be attached to it, so there is no need to be afraid that the barrier will stop you from letting it out.

He finished reading the thick manual, 99% of which were nonsense brought by Feng Chao from various places, and it was hard for Qingpan to waste so much time reading a completely unnecessary operation manual.

She said it was a fool's operation, so anyone who is really a fool can come. About a day later, a human body that looked exactly like Qingpan lay in the machine.

"What is this, a human body printer?"

Squeezing between her eyebrows, Qingpan sent a part of her consciousness into that body.

His own power is too strong, and he is restricted to stay in the country, so as not to cause tragedies, such as bumping into Qingpan's head inadvertently, and even bringing a family to be punished.

Even if Qingpan doesn't have that intention, other people will over-ferment this matter and take the opportunity to knock off some people's claws that are too long.

Some demons really came to hug their thighs, and some demons wanted to take advantage of Qingpan's momentum.In addition to the demons, there are also some human beings who are ready to move. They want to make Qingpan their strength, so don't waste their abilities.

"Should I not let Yunjin go to that place?"

Apart from the instruction manual, there were also a few copper coins thrown on the table. The hexagrams that came out of the divination were so messy that even Qingpan himself couldn't see the future of Yunjin clearly.

Those involved are confused and onlookers are clear, but he cares about it, and he is in chaos. He has long since lost the qualification to be a bystander.

And now it can be regarded as his own fate, and he can't see why.

"Don't worry about it. If that's the case, you can't leave the little hammer alone."

When choosing to buy Fengchao's machine, Qingpan saw this kind of development, and now it's just a few days soon, he made a phone call, arranged an identity for "myself", and watched "myself" leave .

Headache.

Not in the mood to read, Qingpan thought about the mysterious disappearance that was said on the phone, and always felt that he had heard it somewhere.

"Isn't this the senior..."

Yunjin's infinite-capacity bag is also one of the gifts left by the other party. It is possible that as long as you carry this item, you will definitely usher in the fate of infinite time travel.

Now that things have happened, it is impossible for Yunjin to return the bag. For so many years, she has regarded that bag as her own treasure cave, stuffing everything into it. Packages come of age.

"...Let her go."

Qingpan, who had confidence in Yunjin and more confidence in "herself", lay on the rocking chair and slowly closed her eyes.

Let's move the needle forward a little bit.

"The other party hung up the phone."

The swordsmith showed Fu Sangshen his phone, and put it back into his sleeve: "The other party didn't say how to solve it, but he should come over in two or three days. After all, he is Yunjin's favorite grandfather. Anyone would like a good boy like Yun Jin, wouldn't he?"

"Then we can only wait until he arrives?"

Tsurumaru Kunei asked.

"if not?"

The swordsmith also asked him: "If you want to report this matter to Shizheng, you can. In short, I am not the one who suffers, and I, an ordinary swordsmith, cannot be implicated."

"By the way, don't tell Yunjin that I can transform, understand?"

The figure shrunk, and the limp skin flew over again, wrapping the swordsmith in it.

The red fringe fell to the ground, was picked up by Shikigami, and it took a long time to tie it on his head again. Xiao Xuxu swayed in the wind, and he babbled happily.

"gone."

Before and after the transformation, they looked like two people, but now the swordsmith is the one Yun Jin is familiar with, serious, rigorous, responsible and considerate.

"...Just let him go like this?"

Mutsu Morikokuko muttered to himself: "I really want to know who he is. Have any of you heard that a swordsmith can transform?"

Those of them who have been to the forge, and even helped to move the swords and swords with their own hands, have never seen such a strange swordsmith.

"How could I have seen it?"

Izumi Mori Kanesada wiped his face: "How could it be an ordinary monster with that aura."

This is the problem, a monster who reveals extraordinary everywhere, is willing to stay in a dilapidated Honmaru, or stay in such a backward environment, sitting and watching the wild clouds and wild cranes, without caring about the outside world at all.

It's incredible to think about it, what is this for?

To pass the time?

"never mind?"

Zong San Zuowen, who was wandering on the edge of the crowd, raised his eyes: "Then do you still have to do the daily tasks? If you don't do it, I'll go back and rest."

It's his turn to go out today, and there is another expedition to run in the afternoon, if he doesn't go out, the sky will be dark.

...How could they have forgotten, the judge was not there, and no one changed the scenery, wouldn't they be ushering in another long day.

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Yun Jin: Oh, the pudding is so delicious, Oh, Nana’s mother is so kind, blow it up o(*≧▽≦)ツ

Daozijing: My meow meow?Who and who is this?The monsters at the bottom have no room to survive QAQ

I heard that some people eat black