Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

After a night of drinking from the afternoon to late at night, Zong Jue drank all of Daji's inventory, and was carried away by the ghost lamp in a daze before leaving Huajiao Cooking Fox Yuqian.

"Welcome to come next time." Daji smiled and waved the round fan in her hand, and generously gave Zong Jue a [-]% discount on the bill.

In view of the relatively large base, a [-]% discount is a lot of money.

At night, Zhonghehua Street was the busiest. Zong Jue squinted his eyes and lay on the back of the ghost lamp, lazily humming nursery rhymes without a tune.

"Don't move around." The ghost lamp turned up Zong Jue, who had slid a bit, and threatened, "If you move again, you will climb back by yourself."

"Okay, okay, don't move around." Zong Jue obediently put his arms around the ghost lamp's shoulders, raised his feet and hooked the wooden clogs that were about to fall, "Ghost lamp has also become a reliable adult."

"He was clearly a child not long ago."

Although the ghost lamp didn't look like a child when he was a child, Xiong Du was so unique that he never left any excuses, so he didn't even have a chance to protect his shortcomings.

This can be regarded as some kind of alternative talent.

Gui Deng snorted coldly, and for the time being, took this sentence as a compliment and didn't go into it further.

Otherwise, Zong Jue should be left in the alley of Zhonghehua Street to fend for himself.

After skipping most of the day's work, if you want to go back at this point, there are still people working overtime in Yan Modian, but you don't feel in the mood to go back to continue working, so the ghost lamp simply sent Zong Jue back to Honmaru, and brought along the task data.

Work is a good way to relieve depression. Thinking of this, Ghost Lamp confidently added a few more files to the original task.

If Zong Jue was sober now, of course he would not agree to it. Unfortunately, he is a little dizzy from drinking now, and he is not completely unconscious, but he is somewhat distracted.

It was late at night in Huangquan, but it was getting dark in the homimura. Zong Jue's swordsmen took over his drunken god-inspector, and politely invited Ghost Lantern in for a cup of tea before leaving.

"I still have some things to deal with, you should take care of him first." Ghost Lantern declined, and before leaving, he looked at Kasen Kanesada who sent him out and asked, "Have you fully recovered?"

"It suddenly happened like this yesterday." Utasen Kanesada, who recovered from his youthful body to his proper youthful body overnight, and his strength also skyrocketed, was not so anxious even seeing his red hair dangling in front of his eyes from time to time, and was in a good mood He handed the freshly made chestnut yokan to Ghost Lantern as a souvenir, "If you don't dislike it, please try it."

Gui Deng took the food box from Kasen Kanesada's hand and nodded, then suddenly smiled: "Take care of him."

Since Kosen Kanesada has nothing to do, it means that there will be no serious backlash from Yueyomi Ming, and it is estimated that after this awkward period of time, he will slowly resume contact with Zong Jue.

Ghost Lantern doesn't have much friendship with Yue Duming, so even if he knows that his current thinking is not very fair to Yue Duming, he doesn't feel any guilt.

As I said a long time ago, Huang Quan doesn't need a conscience.

Kasen Kanesada sent the ghost lamp outside the door, and waited for the ghost lamp to leave before turning around to see Zong Jue who had been moved into the house by Dai Jinjian.

Drunk is drunk, and not really drunk to the point of unconsciousness. Zong Jue can still walk a few steps by himself when he puts it down, but he is a little swaying from side to side and can't walk fast, so he is forced to carry him all the way by the ghost lamp, waiting for a cup of hot tea Wipe your face with a hot towel, and the alcohol will dissipate for a little bit.

"General, are you feeling better?" Yaken Toshiro knelt beside Zong Jue and put a hot towel on his forehead, with an obvious worried look on his face.

He was the first man with a sword to establish a contract with Zong Jue, and he was also the most sensitive to Zong Jue's emotional ups and downs.

Zong Jue looked up and saw that his little dagger was full of worry, so he couldn't help laughing and rubbed his neatly combed hair twice, "I'm fine."

Sadness is indeed inevitable, but it is not enough to completely defeat Zong Jue. He has lived too many years, far exceeding the limit that ordinary savages can live. His life expectancy is destined to see many relatives and friends leave first.

Yaken Fujishiro smiled and lowered his body to let Zong Jue knead it more smoothly. He turned his head and looked at Oima Ken outside the door. The shoji closed up, and then knelt and sat outside the paper barrier, like a tall and majestic door god.

Compared with some strong tea and hot handkerchief sobering soup, what the main hall needs more now is spiritual comfort.

The memory stays on the Odachi that was enshrined in the temple, but to a certain extent, it is surprisingly sharp and understands people's hearts.

The light from the lantern on the corridor melted through the washi and fell on the tatami mats. The grass-colored tatami mats were stained with warm orange. Zong Jue rubbed Yaken Toshiro's hair twice and put down his hands. A little confused and dull, looking at the warm-colored lights was a bit dazzling, so I raised my hand to cover the shading light.

"General." Yaken Toshiro bowed, "Forgive me for being rude."

Zong Jue hummed a little unresponsively, and was pulled into the flimsy arms of the little dagger the next second.

Really thin, the little dagger has to stretch his arms to wrap around Zong Jue's shoulders. The visual effect of hugging Zong Jue is as funny as a Chihuahua trying to hug a Caucasus.

"I don't know what happened." Yaken Fujishiro said softly. The dagger that can treat Oda Nobunaga as an ordinary person shows a calm courage that is praised by many gods as having an aura of 1.8 meters. He reached out and hugged the depressed judge, "I will become stronger... although I may not be able to surpass you." He paused before continuing, "But I will always be by your side."

"As your sword, your servant, even if you risk your life..." He seemed to find it hard to say, he stopped unconsciously, "I want to protect you."

"That's how I feel."

Little Short Knife doesn’t really know how to comfort others, so he can only try his best to express to Zong Jue his central idea that I will protect you no matter what, and his tactic is unexpectedly effective, and he was caught off guard by the judge The little dagger with hair crumpled into a bird's nest in his arms was full of confusion, but he relaxed after seeing Zong Jue's smiling eyes, and repeated seriously: "I want to protect you."

"Yaoyan was the first one to say that he wanted to protect me." Zong Jue rubbed the hair of Xiaodao Dao, and his mood suddenly cleared up a lot, "I'm very happy."

If you don't have enough strength to make up your mind, it turns out that the short knife is the treasure of the world.

"Because I'm the guardian sword." Yaken Toshiro smiled softly, "It's best if you can be happy."

At this time, there was a knocking sound on the window suddenly, and the window that was only open with a slit was pushed open again from the outside, and then Zong Jue saw Xiaoye poking her head out of the slit while pulling the window lattice, with hair on her hair. There were still a few leaves on it—there was a large bush behind the window.

Xiaoye Zuowenzi stared at Zong Jue for a few seconds with those big eyes open, then retreated back behind the window with a whoosh. After a while, two little hands lifted the window lattice with difficulty, throwing away a cherry blossom that bloomed just right. Come in.

"The cherry blossoms are blooming." An awkward voice came from outside the window, "It's very beautiful."

Zong Jue blinked, stood up abruptly and opened the window, and grabbed Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen who was about to slip away—the little guy stood on tiptoe to be even with the window sill, and Zong Jue had to lean on the window sill to half-bend Only then can he grab his collar, and with a light lift, he can only kick his legs in mid-air.

Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen stared innocently at Zong Jue, not necessarily staring, but the corners of Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen's eyes were round and round, and the eyelashes were thick and dense with eyeliner, just like innocent There are also some angry cats, which make people unable to get angry at all.

What's more, he still has body bonus.

Zong Jue held Xiao Ye's left text in one hand, weighed Yaken Toshiro who was picked up by him in the other hand, glanced at the mission information marked in red on the table, blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "Yakuken, Xiao Ye, we secretly Slip out."

The Dark Fallen Knives he took in are busy being idols in this world, and his own swords are also stuffed into them by him to gain social experience and supervise the Dark Fallen Knives not to do things. The game has basically been implemented and does not need him all the time Watching from the sidelines, to be honest, he's a little bored of arguing with human beings every day about some interests and interests, so he might as well find some tasks for himself to do.

Work is a good medicine to cure all bad moods. Although he is the one who refuses, it does not mean that he is not hurt at all. It is also very good to divert attention.

So Yaken Toshiro casually took out a copy from a pile of tasks, Zong Jue had a chicken in his left hand, bah, Yaken Toshiro in his left hand, and Saya Zuoji in his right, followed by the big guy who didn't escape because he was guarded at the door Jinjian, after flipping through the space coordinates in the mission, he took the person and disappeared from the main pill smoothly.

No, it was still a bit of a surprise.

Zong Jue, who sensed the existence of a descending system when he penetrated the barrier of time and space and analyzed it out of curiosity, looked at the three bright red spiritual spell patterns on the back of his hand, and then looked at the opposite side and responded to himself in a daze. The mood is a bit delicate as he has requested to descend to the gods but has not yet been summoned to use the weapons to pay the mournful gods.

Obviously he didn't even bring the forge.

And the system of this world is not a routine at all with the system of seance.

This kind of operation can be compared with the method familiar to human beings in the present world. It is probably the same as downloading and installing Android software (forging knife summoning the sword man) in the IOS system (the system of this world). The result is not only successful installation, but also very intelligent use of the IOS system. Resources fill in the missing information (add spiritual spells to summon non-sword men's weapons in this world), and there is not even a chance of rejection.

Strong buying and strong selling is a bit too much.

Zong Jue raised his hand, awakening Fu Sangshen who was sleeping in the weapon.

——"Enkidu, come on."

The existence standing barefoot on the ground has a handsome appearance that is difficult to distinguish between genders. His long green hair like spring buds is scattered on the white robe. He tilted his head and smiled.

"Excuse me, have you met my best friend?"

"His name is Gilgamesh, and he is the only king in this world."

The author has something to say:

In mythology, Gilgamesh is the wedge of the sky, and Enki is the lock of the sky, so there is nothing wrong with summoning the lock of the sky of the King of Heroes.

[Brother Zong's diary: The dagger is the treasure of the world. 】

Mr. Yao has an aura of 1.8 meters today, and Xiao Ye has that——————————————————— 【gesture】