Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

Zong Jue was not surprised by the emergence of a black market for sword trading.

After all, as a follower of Huang Quan, he knows only too well how greedy humans can be.

It is true that sword trading was strictly prohibited at the beginning of the establishment of the Shizhi government. Once related incidents are involved, even if it is not the buyer and the seller, they will be immediately dismissed from the position of the god judge and punished with different degrees of fines and imprisonment, but people die for money. However, the huge benefits hidden behind the sword trade are enough to make many people take risks for it, even at the expense of their lives.

Selling to god judges is just the most common and least profitable part of it. The real huge profits come from targeting humans and non-humans in this world and other time and space. Sword collectors will never begrudge money to start a national treasure-level famous sword or have long since disappeared. The private collection of famous knives in the long river of history, even Horikawa Kunihiro or California Kiyomitsu, which are not difficult for the gods to acquire, can be sold on the black market for a jaw-dropping high price.

These are just ordinary people without spiritual power and swords with low rarity, not to mention those onmyojis who have spiritual power but are not qualified to become god judges, witches, and monsters born in the dark corners of people's hearts Xiemei, for them, the sword men who are equivalent to the gods of Gao Tianyuan can be said to be top-level shikigami and tonics. If the sword of Mikazuki Zongjin is of that level, it is definitely worth their money.

Therefore, a few years ago, the sword trade was so blatantly insane that Huang Quan and Gao Tianyuan had to suppress it in person, and then it slowly died down.

The terms Huang Quan set up for the god judges were basically established at that time.

However, no matter which party it is, it is very clear that the market has been developed, and if there is a market and benefits, there will be people who are not afraid of death. It is impossible to completely eliminate it.

But at the very least, there must be no large-scale and organized black market transactions. As long as there is any sign of resurgence, it must be completely suppressed immediately.

Besides, it was Xiaohumaru's original soul that was missing, so if something really happened, it would be troublesome.

"Sorry." Zong Jue let out a breath slowly, "I may have to deal with things here first."

"It's okay." Yao Lang smiled slightly, "I'm not in a hurry..."

"Gexian, take him to the guest room." Zong Jue greeted, and wrote down the spatial coordinates where Xiaohuwan was last detected, and then disappeared into the homicide in a blink of an eye.

The warehouses where swords are stored in the black market are always dark and dark, only a glimmer of light occasionally shines through the crack of the door. The light is so weak that it is almost nothing, but in this darkness that can almost annihilate everything , still too bright for people to open their eyes.

All the so-called "slow-moving goods" are stored here, or they are difficult to sell because the bond with the old owner cannot be severed, or they are incomplete because of the lack of spiritual power of the god judge or other reasons. , so that they can only lie silently in the darkness for a long time, so long that they even think that their minds have already disappeared.

Only when a ray of light flashed through the crack of the door, that ray seemed to symbolize all the goodness and happiness. The light of Eden, the heavenly kingdom, which is completely opposite to this dead and hopeless hell, shines like the morning light penetrating the night, even though there are spells The thick wooden box can clearly feel the arrival of that glimmer of light.

Therefore, even if there is only a moment of light, the swords that are as silent as dead things will vibrate slightly, like a trapped beast awakened by the morning light, looking briefly and desperately at the square inch of the cage during a long sleep. land.

It's like being in a grave.

A grave of countless swords.

There are too many of the same swords here.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who reluctantly woke up after a long slumber, thought so. In his intermittent and vague memory, there were forty or fifty Zhenhemaru beside him. At the time, there were more Tsurumaru Kuninaga placed here, but it doesn't matter anymore, because he is probably the only Tsurumaru Kuninaga who still has consciousness in this warehouse.

Just like Yiqi Yijin is afraid of fire and high temperature, Tsurumaru Kuninaga is afraid of darkness, fear of loneliness, and fear of being forgotten.

In such boring days that seem to be dying, the heart is moving towards death faster than the body.

He listened to the sound of his companion dying, the sound was like the sound of fine sand slowly flowing down in an hourglass, the more he listened, the more he felt the silence around him.

Someone once told him, just wait, he will be picked up soon.

Tsurumaru stared at the darkness in front of him for a long time - he didn't know what the scene he saw was nothing, so let's just call it darkness, but he didn't feel afraid, maybe It is because he has been waiting in such darkness for too long, too long, so long that he no longer has any hope, so long that all the splendor and colors have turned into thin pictures in his memory, without any sense of reality, and without any meaning .

Therefore, there is nothing to ask for.

What does light look like?Tsurumaru sat on the box where his body was placed, and the seal affixed to the wooden box from a certain day lost its effect on him. It may be because the time is too long, or it may be because of other things. Can leave the body at will and appear in the world outside the box.

However, there is a warehouse outside the box, and the warehouse is still completely dark. He even hates the light shining through the crack of the door. If there is such a light, it would be better if it does not exist.

He couldn't go out anymore, and he didn't want to go out. After being displaced and living in no fixed place, it was enough to stay somewhere.

Occasionally, someone from the warehouse will send a new sword, and those unwilling humans can only show off their prestige with their tongues, not knowing that in a dusty box not far away, there is a word like Zhenhewan, which is like listening to a story. Remember one sentence clearly.

This is a rare pastime for Tsurumaru. He uses the information revealed in human speech to piece together all kinds of stories, happy, sad, crazy, plain, his memory tells him so, but in fact, He didn't quite know what kind of story he was piecing together, but the time was too long, and there was always something to do.

Recently, I often heard them mention Yizhen Xiaohuwan. He didn't have Xiaohuwan in his previous home pills, so he was inevitably a little curious.

Tsurumaru listened to the sound of another vibration of the sword in the void, and felt that a certain part of his body seemed to disappear, so the little curiosity disappeared in a blink of an eye. He raised his head, guessing that there would be something outside. It can't be that the sun is shining.

He saw cracks opening in the dark void.

Yes, cracked.

Then along that crack, the whole dark world was split into two halves. He squinted his eyes, and in his vision that was so stimulated by the light that his eyes were blurred with tears, he could only see a figure stepping on the light. The sky was bright, so bright that it completely whitened his entire consciousness.

Yes, light is like this, not warm or soft, but almost irresistible to invade all different colors, Tsurumaru sat on the shelf and looked at the intruder, slowly like a memory Like in the picture, he smiled briskly: "Oh, this really scared me."

Zong Jue looked up at Fu Sangshen who was sitting high on the shelf. Under the wide black robe was a thin and bony body. The rich black was set against the pale and thin arms, which seemed to be fragile at the touch of a touch. His whole body It's all black and white in contrast, as if all the colors have been washed away, making those scarlet eyes even more dazzling.

Those were a pair of eyes that seemed to be missing something, no, it should be said that there was nothing in the eyes, even if they were smiling, the eyes were still scattered and didn't know where to focus.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who fell in the dark.

It's like a crane that fell into the mud, broke its wings and was covered with bruises, unable to fly anymore. It has been desperate for a long time, but still struggling instinctively, with a cruel charm that is desperate and unaware.

But he is still a crane, even if his feathers are covered with mud and can only struggle and flutter, he is still a noble crane.

"If you don't leave, the pursuers will come." Tsurumaru said with a smile, swinging his legs.

"They probably don't have a chance to come here." Zong Jue said with a tepid smile, "Aren't you leaving? The Shizhi government will come back later to search."

After he leveled the place.

Tsurumaru looked around the warehouse where he had been staying for an unknown amount of time, and now he realized that this warehouse is actually pitifully small, so small that it is unimaginable that the almost endless darkness can be produced here, "I can't go anywhere." He said, "That person will not come to pick me up."

Once the smile on his face was not deliberately maintained, it would return to that blank expression, but he quickly noticed this, and the corners of his lips hurriedly raised an awkward arc.

"By the way, why did you break in?" He asked, blinking playfully, "I'm in a good mood now, maybe I'll tell you some useful news."

"Yizhen Xiaohuwan disappeared." Zong Jue said, "Do you know any news?"

"It's true that Xiaohumaru came here recently." Tsurumaru tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "I heard that those who struggled too much were sealed and put in the exhibition hall—hey!"

He watched Zong Jue accurately pick up the wooden box containing his body from the shelf, turned his head and walked away, and had to jump off the shelf to block Zong Jue.

"If you take me away, you will be troubled by the time government." Tsurumaru said, "Come back soon and I won't expose you."

"The Government of Time can't control me yet." Zong Jue took two steps forward, looked at Tsurumaru's pupils constricted by the sudden shortening of the distance, stretched out his hand and said sincerely, "Since you have no place to go, you can Come to my Honmaru?"

Once the overly sharp and solemn face of the judge is oppressive, it is also very convincing and credible.

Tsurumaru grabbed that hand in a strange way.

The long-lost warmth made him almost feel like he was about to be burned.

"Go this way to the exhibition hall." He turned around and walked towards the exhibition hall following the impression, hiding his momentary blank expression.

It should be joy now, but the warm emotions that surged overwhelmed the corners of his mouth that were barely raised.

He had only taken two steps when he saw a knife flying from a distance, drawing a bright glow, and crashing into Zong Jue's arms accurately.

Tsurumaru rushed over and hugged his own body that was knocked out of Zong Jue's arms, looking at the vibrating sword that was entwined with bright aura but full of scars after being hugged by Zong Jue, it seemed to be exhausted, and it instantly glowed. The gloom fell silent.

Little Fox Ball...

Is that how the knife was shaken?

Really frightened.

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