Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

Zong Jue went out and brought back two new knives, which is undoubtedly good news for Honmaru who lacks combat power, although one of them, Xiaohumaru, has a dim luster as if it has been an ancient artifact for thousands of years, which makes people doubt it. Can you summon a man with a sword? The other Zhenhemaru is an out-and-out dark sword, so calm and steady that it doesn't look like Yizhenhemaru at all.

Kasen Kanesada and Yakuken Toshiro struggled to digest what their own god judges had done—anyway, they could forge enemy katanas, such as dark falling knives...

There seems to be no problem.

Tsurumaru was accepted in at a speed that he himself thought was unbelievable. Zong Jue arranged a room for him. It was a room that was warmed by the sun, and every corner was soaked in the warm color of the sun. He brought the necessary daily necessities, he put those things on the table and fiddled with them twice, Kasen Kanesada knocked on the door holding the quilt again, the quilt that had just been washed and dried exudes a soft and warm aroma, Tsurumaru put the quilt Spread out on the tatami and squat aside to watch for a while, slowly picked up a corner of the quilt, and rubbed it in bit by bit.

Those one-sided, thin, unrealistic memories suddenly became concrete and within reach.

It turns out that warmth and light are like this...

When Kasen Kanesada came to see him again, Tsurumaru had already wrapped himself into a quilt ball, curled up and slept soundly.

"Kasenden." Yaken Toshiro came over and called Utasen Kanesada and asked, "Where's the general?"

"The main hall is in the room." Kasen Kanesada replied, "The condition of Shinkohomaru seems to be not very good."

To be precise, it should be very bad.

It was originally restricted by the ability to forcibly seduce the gods. People in the black market will not be too cautious in order to weaken Xiaohuwan's struggle. Anyway, it can be cured without breaking the knife, not to mention struggling from the seal later on. Come out, hurt even more.

There are cracks all over the body of the knife, even gaps appear on the blade, the cracks and scars are covered with rust stains, and there are burn marks all over. If there is not a flash of inspiration hidden in the sword, Zong Jue would doubt whether he has picked the wrong knife up.

As if vaguely aware of his thoughts, the aura flashed a little wronged, and was about to float over to rub his hand again.

"Don't make trouble." Zong Jue pushed back the spiritual light that was exhausted and wanted to escape from the body, and carefully used spiritual power to nourish and repair those scars and cracks. This is different from buying or maintaining swords and swords for men. It must cost one hundred thousand Be extremely careful, without any omissions. The materials that are usually used for forging are obviously not enough. Fortunately, Zong Jue still has some spare precious ore, which can be extracted little by little to repair the blade. The aura in the blade is peaceful. After a while, seeing him put his hand on the knife body to infuse spiritual power, he rubbed it over again, following wherever he moved his hand, but he didn't run around anymore, just clinging to the knife body with peace of mind Enjoying Zong Jue's gentle touch.

It was comfortable and gentle, as if soaking in a hot spring, all the scars and pain disappeared.

But in the end, the injury was still too serious, Zong Jue stopped halfway through the repair, and dipped the knife in the prepared potion - the blade is too fragile, there must be a time to recuperate, and repairing the knife is worse than forging the knife. It took a lot of energy, and he felt a little dizzy after tossing around like this for a long time.

"Take a good rest and don't follow me." Zong Jue patted the spot of light that was trying to follow his feet, and sent it back to the blade, "I'll be back later."

The dots of light flickered and flickered, and finally fell silent.

When Zong Jue went out, he first went to the study to deal with a few official documents from the government—although the government of Shi Zhi couldn’t control him at all, but he brought back a vibrato and a few long-winded words. Hanging over there, the superficial file program is indispensable.

Foxosuke mechanically assisted the judge to finish processing the official documents, and his mind was still a little bit overwhelmed. All Fox's help was set to automatically report the violations of the judge, so when Zong Jue saw the crane The moment Maru came back, the news had already been reported to him, so that he didn't even have a chance to stop him. He thought he was going to die this time, but he didn't expect that the treatment approved by the above was just to let him observe the situation, and there was no punishment at all. mean.

Mom, it seems to be followed by an incredible interrogator.

Zong Jue had no interest in guessing about Fox's thoughts. After processing the official documents, he asked Fox to hand them in one by one, and then rewarded him with two pieces of fried tofu, which he took out when he passed the kitchen just now.

Foxnosuke's brain capacity is not very big, after chewing two mouthfuls of fried tofu, he completely let go and stopped thinking about Zong Jue's identity, and happily rushed forward to monopolize the whole plate of fried tofu, wagging his tail happily non-stop.

Kind of stupid.

Zong Jue thought, and took a short video of Foxnosuke eating fried tofu and sent it to the ghost lamp far away in hell.

He felt that this little guy looked like the little white dog that Ghost Lantern had liked in some places, and Ghost Lantern would probably like it after seeing it.

He had to go to Yaolang's side later, he was thinking.

But he wasn't that anxious, he wasn't particularly anxious, Yaolang was even less anxious than him.

The time of "worms" is not the same as that of human beings. Even if death is indeed close at hand, the final journey still takes a considerable amount of time to complete.

Yaolang was sitting on the edge of the corridor looking at the large hydrangeas in the yard. The clustered flowers were a beautiful color between blue and purple.

"It will look better if it rains." He murmured, the blue-purple color of the hydrangea is inherently gloomy, and it is more suitable for a rainy day than a bright sunny day .

At that time, the raindrops would seem to be stained with a layer of blue-purple, making the world hazy.

"The quilt and clothes are still hanging outside, it will be bad if it rains." Zong Jue sat down beside him.

"Is the matter over?" Yao Lang asked.

Zong Jue shook his head: "We still have to wait a few days to finish it."

Under the circumstances that the government of the time is strictly investigating every year, the black market can still develop, and the support of some insiders must be behind it. Zong Jue didn't even say hello this time and directly picked the entire black market, cutting off people's money even if it is a teacher. If he is famous, it is inevitable that he will be hated. Now he has to worry about the few people in this pill no more than before when he is alone. Of course, he has to stay and kill the roots to prevent future troubles.

Yao Lang glanced at him and said, "You have changed a lot from before."

"For the better or for the worse?" Zong Jue laughed.

"It's not as offensive as before, and it's not a bad thing." Yao Lang said, he still remembered how wanton and reckless the person next to him was when he first met him. Like an unrestrained storm, everything will be destroyed wherever it goes, the sharp eyebrows and lips are full of arrogance and ridicule, and it is rare to see one or two good faces.

Of course, there are many enemies.

"Don't mention being young and frivolous, it's shameful." Zong Jue said, "I always have to improve after all these years."

His legs and eyes are slightly narrowed because of the light, and the slight arc at the end of the eyes is revealed. The half-length hair is not completely black. The color of the end of the hair is darker than the top of the hair, but it is not particularly big. The difference, such a transition from brown to black, can only be seen on sunny days like now.

"Do you want to comb?" Yao Lang suddenly asked, staring at Zong Jue's rather soft hair against the bright light.

Zong Jue froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'm not a Tianhu, my hair hasn't grown enough to tie a knot."

Maybe Yao Lang just said it casually at the beginning, but after being rejected by Zong Jue, such a little interest became more and more itchy, and Yao Lang even took out a small comb.

"I've said it all..." Zong Jue saw Yao Lang's slightly golden eyes, and knew that the other party would never let it go easily, "Yegan's hair is not very comfortable, so don't expect too much."

Yao Lang patted his thigh without changing his face, "You can lean here."

Zong Jue sighed, lay down and adjusted his posture and leaned against Yao Lang's lap. Yao Lang combed his hair lightly for a couple of times before slowly going down. Zong Jue had already turned into a fox with a thick and fluffy tail Behind him, he slapped the ground one by one.

It was mentioned a long time ago that Zong Jue is a wild animal, that is, a fox born in the underworld. It is different from the impression of slender and charming foxes in the common people's impression. Most of the wild animals are born strong and wild, especially those like Zong Jue. It is an ancient species with a fierce face and sharp claws, and sometimes it is even commented that it does not look like a fox at all.

If we use the analogy of a dog of the same canine family as a fox, the fox in Heaven is like an Afghan hound. It has long, soft, glossy and delicate fur that needs to be carefully groomed. Most of its colors are golden or white. Whether it is still or moving, it is of great ornamental value; Yegan is more like a German shepherd or a Doberman, which pays more attention to practicality than viewing. The difference is extremely obvious at a glance, and no one will admit it.

Yaolang combed Zong Jue's fur slowly. Yegan's fur was thick and tough, with no possibility of knotting at all. The root was reddish brown, but the color became darker as it went up. The tip has completely turned into pure black, and it is densely covered with a layer. At first glance, the fur looks messy, and it may be a little bit thorny.

He buried his hand in the fur, the touch was not as hard as it looked, and it was still very comfortable to the touch.

Under the fur are tight and powerful muscles. From the smooth lines, you can imagine the vigorous posture when running and jumping. Unfortunately, Zong Jue has no intention of moving. He just put his head on Yao Lang's lap and patiently endured it. The delicate touch of the comb's teeth passing through the hair and across the skin.

It's not that it's uncomfortable, but it just makes him uncomfortable.

After all, Ye Gan has never had any need to maintain his fur, and Zong Jue rarely even licks his fur.

When Yao Lang was finally satisfied and stopped, Zong Jue shook his hair several times before turning back into a human form.

To be fair, nothing changes.

It's just that when repairing Xiaohuwan at night, the aura on Dao's body remained awkward as if sensing a strange smell, and Zong Jue had to take a bath and change clothes before touching him intimately again.

Zong Jue tapped the spot of light wrapped around his fingertips with a serious expression, and silently recalled the part about Xiaohuwan in the materials that the examiner had read before joining the job.

It feels a little out of character.

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Zong Jue: Not every furry likes to comb ==

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