Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

Honmaru is located at the top of the mountain. From the foot of the steep mountain, steps paved with bluestone slabs are built. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, it is winding and staggered with no end in sight, which makes people feel a little indescribable awe.

This is not such a beautiful or majestic mountain, but the strange rocks are dark and weird, the trees have not been pruned, and the sun is covered by dense shade. Walking a few steps along the steps is like going from day to night. The steps were covered with dead leaves and sporadic snow.

It's already winter here.

Yaken Toshiro is trudging towards the top of the mountain. Even for a dexterous dagger, it is not easy to climb this mountain. The steps have not been walked by for many years, and a thick layer of moss has grown , was wet and slippery because of the snow that fell yesterday, and he would fall if he didn't pay attention. There was a faint rustling movement in the dark dense forest, as if something was watching him in the dark. He instinctively felt the hairs on his back stand on end.

Would choose to build Honmaru in this kind of place, and those who want to come to judge the gods will definitely not be gentle and kind.

As an ordinary short sword assigned by the government of time, which is not rare, Yaken Toshiro has already made up his mind.

Even the Shizhi government staff who approached him patted their chests and assured that the new interrogator is a good person with strong ability, gentle temperament and will treat him kindly.

After nearly two hours of climbing, a touch of vermilion suddenly jumped out of the dark dark green in the eyes, and when I looked closely, it was clearly the high courtyard wall, and the person standing at the door waving at him should be Shenshen The author's initial Swordsman Kanesada.

"I was still worried that you couldn't find the way, and I was thinking about whether to pick you up." Kasen Kanesada greeted him with a smile, and turned back to push open the door of Honmaru, "It's a bit messy inside, and I haven't had time to clean it up yet."

The size of this pill is beyond imagination. As far as the eyes can see, it is at least three times larger than the pill that Yaken Toshiro was staying at before. Many ordinary god judges in the world rely on the fixed template provided by the government of time to barely maintain the operation of a Honmaru.

But it is indeed quite messy, there are only some weeds growing in pieces on the ground, and there are many resources distributed by the government of time that have not had time to be put in the warehouse, and some boxes that he does not know what are in them. , the place where the pool should be is just an earthen pit. Although the newly built building has no signs of damage, and the carved beams and painted buildings are extremely luxurious, the empty courtyard gives people an inexplicable sense of desolation.

"Where do you want to live?" Kasen Kanesada enthusiastically introduced the building of Honmaru to him, "The room here is relatively large, and it won't be crowded when your brothers come to live together. The room over there is very close to the hot spring. , just a few steps away, and there—”

"Um... Where is the general now?" Yaken Toshiro interrupted Utari Kanesada's introduction, and said, "I want to visit the general first."

Hearing this, a bit of embarrassment appeared on the face of Ge Xian Kaneding, and he paused for a few seconds before replying: "The main hall said that he was going to attend a friend's cherry blossom viewing party, and he went out early in the morning."

Now Foxosuke of their Honmaru is still squatting on the roof, waiting to see through, and even wants to turn into a stone of hope.

In fact, Kasen Kanesada himself only met the judge in the morning. After introducing himself, the judge left the door and told him to take care of himself, so fast that he couldn't recover.

Even the news that Yaken Toshiro was coming was only known to him by reading government documents.

early in the morning?Yaken Toshiro couldn't help raising his eyebrows in his heart.

It doesn't look like the days ahead will be easy.

As a novice god judge, on the first day of his inauguration, he let Honosuke dove off the novice tutorial and went out casually, and he returned to the present world, which can be said to be a manifestation of extreme egoism.

Besides...

He looked around at Honmaru, which was covered with snow and looked like an early winter scene.

Where will the cherry blossoms bloom in this season?

……

Of course there is such a place in the world, no matter when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, the powder snow is scattered all over the ground, and even the air is full of fascinating breath.

The branches are covered with clouds of thick but not bright pink, the sky is an unbelievably clean blue, and the earth is covered with a layer of fresh green full of vitality. Large areas of color are stacked and smudged, at first glance, it looks like a child The innocent and innocent painting work in the pen has not been contaminated with the mediocrity and troubles of the world.

This is not a human world.

This is the kingdom of heaven, no winter and no summer, eternal day and everlasting spring, Taoyuan Township under the command of 800 million gods in Gaotianyuan, the end of all pursuits and fantasies of the world.

The never-ending song and dance, the never-ending laughter, the never-ending banquet, the fine wine is like flowing water, the fine wine of the kingdom of heaven, no matter how much you drink, you will never get drunk.

However, the people around Zong Jue seemed to be a little drunk, leaning lazily on his shoulder like boneless, pouting their lips and complaining non-stop.

Obviously the host of the banquet, after two glasses of fine wine, he lost his temper self-willedly, and dragged Zong Jue, a guest, to vomit bitterness.

The materials of the clothes were not to one's liking, the believers sent disgusting tributes, and even some of the goddesses' secret ulterior motives were all complained about.

This is an extremely beautiful woman, with a dignified bun, wearing a luxurious dress, graceful and unapproachable, but her expression is like a sulking child.

"You're already a little drunk." Zong Jue took down the wine glass in her hand and put it on the table, "I've been here for a long time, it's time to leave."

He was still thinking about the prototype Honmaru he had just built, things hadn't been tidied up, and the courtyard was still messy, and he promised to receive the Yizhang sword assigned by the government of time. He has rich experience and is also very good at inside story and clerical work, which is a very important help for his brand new Honmaru.

If it weren't for the person who sent the invitation letter, it was really hard to refuse, he should have completed his novice tutorial step by step in Honmaru at this time, and officially became an officially certified God examiner.

"Hey——" the woman let out a dissatisfied voice, her fox-like eyes gleaming, "It happens every time, it's too much."

"I shouldn't have set foot in the kingdom of heaven, so it's against the rules." Zong Jue smiled slightly. He had a very cold and solemn face, and even when he smiled, he seemed to have a three-point inhuman indifference.

"It doesn't matter." The woman giggled and stretched out her hand to pick up Zong Jue's chin, with drunken eyes and a frivolous tone, "If it's you, you can come anytime, whether it's Heaven or Gao Tianyuan, everyone likes you very much. you……"

Zong Jue grabbed the woman's hand and didn't let her continue. He just looked down into her eyes and repeated, "You are a little drunk, Your Highness Inari Daimyo."

That's right, if this is not Inari Daimyojin, why would he go out today.

He would call himself that, but he was really impatient. The woman, the so-called Inari in the usual sense, withdrew her hand and tapped her lips with interest. The appearance of a noble goddess.

"Speaking of which, you know how to forge, right?" She spread out the juniper fan to cover the lower half of her face, only revealing a pair of eyes blinking.

Thin and upward, it looks like a fox, without being frivolous or kitsch.

"A little bit." Zong Jue replied, waiting for Inari God's next words.

"Then how about doing my concubine a favor?" Inari God said, the cypress fan shook lightly, and the gorgeous camellias on the fan shone brightly.

Butterflies flutter their wings and shine brightly.

The family blessed by God Inari prayed to her, hoping to get her help to forge a peerless magic weapon, but...

"How can I forge a concubine's body?" God Inari complained dissatisfiedly, "Human beings are really unreasonable."

Since she was born, she has never held something heavier than the wine cup and juniper fan.

The meaning behind her words is self-evident, Zong Jue said helplessly: "I am a follower of Huang Quan, Your Highness."

As soon as he shows up in the present world, the filth that belongs to Huangquan will be properly exposed, okay? How can he pretend to be the god of Tianjin.

"You're right." Inari smiled lowly, and turned the cypress fan in his hand, turning into a half-faced fox mask with bright red and gold patterns, "Inari's subordinate should be a beautiful fox elf " She put the mask on Zong Jue's face, and Zong Jue didn't move, allowing her to cover the upper half of her face with the mask, only showing her lower jaw.

Her skin was as pale as snow, and her lips were a bloodless, almost white powder, reflecting a strange charm that seemed like nothingness.

Inari was slightly stunned, leaning over as if tempted to kiss Zong Jue's forehead through the mask, and sighed, "I really like you."

"If you drank less wine, you wouldn't say that." Zong Jue stepped back a little and stood up, took the feather fabric held by the waiter with fox ears beside him and put it on his body, "borrow it."

Acting and doing a full set, the messenger of Inari God is not like a black crow like him who wants to die.

"By the way." He stopped in his tracks, "I won't be in Huangquan for a while, and I'm afraid I will miss your banquet."

"I know, I know." Inari narrowed his eyes, fingering the vermilion wine cup with white jade-like fingers, "Obviously if you want to pay Sangshen, I can give it to you no matter how much."

The treasure in front of me is worth embellishing with all precious things.

"I'm just a wild worker with meager ability, so I can't take on a big responsibility." Zong Jue gathered up his feathers, and the corners of his clothes were like a white crane fluttering its wings. "Being loved by the wrong person is beyond fear."

He still refused, just like thousands of years ago, he refused without thinking. Inari God played with the wine cup, watched the wine flow to the ground, and laughed out loud.

From the kingdom of heaven down, through the torii gates, through the dreamlike cloud bridges and rainbow barriers, Zong Jue straightened his robes and floated down.

A middle-aged man with a dark complexion and no striking appearance bowed down to him in fear.

This is a swordsmith named Munekin who forges swords in the Sanjo area of ​​Kyoto.

Those hands full of calluses and scars will give birth to a unparalleled magic soldier.

Zong Jue smiled expectantly.

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[Note Ye Gan: The fox in Huangquan is Ye Gan

Zhen: Japan’s quantifier for swords and swords, Yizhen Dao is a sword, like a period of Yizhen means that only one sword can be cast in a lifetime (probably understood)]