Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

There is a saying that many ants kill elephants, but it depends on what kind of ants and elephants they are. For ants like the time-traveling army, although it is more difficult to deal with, it is still far from To the point where Zong Jue and the elephants had a headache, and even the monsters in the Nuliang group became more excited as they fought, probably because they had been at peace for too long, and the nature of monsters was mostly restless.

Not to mention Zong Jue's side, their desire for fighting was doomed the moment they were cast as swords, so much so that later Zong Jue and Nuliang Liban were collectively kicked out by their subordinates because of their excessive lethality. After leaving the battlefield, he had to look at each other, sighed, and ran to the backyard to drink tea with Nuliang Huapiao.

"It's probably going to be rebuilt again..." Nuliang Huapiao looked at the ruined courtyard and took a sip of tea, "If Ying Ji sees it, you will be beaten."

Nuliang Liban grinned and said, "Aren't you the one who suffers under normal circumstances?"

Nuliang Huapiao feigned anger, took a pipe and knocked Nuliang Liban on the head, and said with a smile: "You find a way to repair the house yourself!"

Nuliang carp partner was used to fooling around with a smile, but turned to look at Zong Jue and asked with a smile, "What do you think, my Nuliang group?"

Zong Jue looked up into his eyes, and said calmly, "There is nothing like this in this world."

"Then," Nuliang Li approached Zong Jue with his hands on the table, and asked again with burning eyes, "Do you want to join us?"

He was seriously and sincerely inviting Zong Jue to join, and he didn't intend to take the joke lightly.

"Everything I have can be shared with you."

In the monster's concept of time, Nuliang Liban still belongs to the category of young people, and in Zong Jue's view, he is even younger. The bright dark gold in the young monster's eyes seems to have crushed the starlight, which is in the eyes of young people There will be some brilliance, just like this kind of sworn promise, only young people can say it.

Zong Jue smiled slightly, "Such generosity will suffer."

"But you are worth it." Nuliang Liban said without hesitation, getting closer, "We are going to the underworld together, aren't we?"

He spoke frivolously, but there was no perfunctory expression in his eyes.

"I even went to hell with you." Nuliang Liban narrowed the distance with Zong Jue to the point where he could clearly see himself in each other's eyes, "Don't you really think about it?"

Zong Jue slightly turned his head to push Nuliang Liban away, looked at Nuliang who was smoking a pipe and drinking tea on the other side, and said: "He is about to sell the Nuliang group, don't you care? "

Nuliang Huapiao squinted his eyes with a dizzy look, and said slowly: "The child is old, and I don't want to control it." He knocked on his pipe and continued, "Besides, if it was me, maybe I would It’s even more straightforward than what he sold.”

"How?" Nuliang Liban blinked his eyes and took time to rest, as if he was sure of winning.

"I'm really tempted by what you said." Zong Jue shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity that I don't want to be beaten to death by the ghost lamp early."

"That one is indeed..." Nuliang Liban recalled the heroic posture of Ghost Lantern smashing at Zong Jue with a mace, and the smile on his face collapsed, "It seems that there is no hope."

"I think Ghost Lantern is quite optimistic about you." Zong Jue calmly distanced himself from Nuliang Liban, held up his teacup and drank, "In every sense."

Huangquan is in a state of lack of people all the year round, especially in recent years when medical conditions and living standards have risen rapidly and the population has exploded and the birth rate is serious. All hells are basically full of dead people, especially when encountering people like drinking and sex. The hell that is related to crimes that are spreading more and more in modern times is even more overcrowded with long queues of dead, but ghosts who are willing to work as a jailer, which is safe but relatively low-paying and mentally stressful. Fewer and fewer, even though the dead have been selected from among the dead for a long time ago, there are not many people who are really willing to stay in Huangquan.

First of all, the biggest problem is that Huang Quan’s time is long, and the high-level personnel are seriously solidified. Basically, it takes a hundred years to make a difference. Most human beings don’t have the patience to wait. Nor will they be ordinary people who are peaceful and honest. For them, the peaceful and peaceful life in Huangquan can only be described as boring. Living a day or two is called cultivating the mind and nature, and living thousands and hundreds of years until the end of the world That would be boring.

Just like the deceased Oda Nobunaga whom Zong Jue was very optimistic about hundreds of years ago, he had already thought about what position he would give him in Huangquan, but unfortunately he didn't even bother to listen and chose reincarnation neatly. He laughed at him severely.

"You obviously hate this kind of life." The man in his memory who smiled wildly seemed not to care that he was facing a god who could influence his sentence and even his next life, and looked at that time mockingly. Zong Jue, who was quite serious about his work, said, "If you're a wild animal, don't pretend to be a dog. It's disgusting."

Well, then Zong Jue mercilessly threw that person into the reincarnation channel without mercy - really, even if the dead were crushed into meat paste in the underworld, they could recover instantly.

In short, it was such an uninteresting story, and Zong Jue recalled it for a while, but it was just because he felt that the position that was originally assigned to Oda Nobunaga was quite suitable for Nuliang Kaiban.

Nuliang Liban didn't pay much attention to what happened after his death, he just sighed: "Well, but I didn't expect you to really join."

"Then you still ask?" Zong Jue glanced at him.

"People always have to hope, maybe they will succeed." Nuliang Liban blinked and chuckled, "Since you don't want to join, then you are always willing to have a glass of wine, right?"

"How about a fifty-fifty share of wine?" He took out a small jug of wine and two wine cups from under the table, obviously prepared for it.

"The old man should be a witness." Nuliang Huapiao said, "This is a treasure that was stolen from me."

"I always feel that it's hard to reject you now." Zong Jue picked up the wine cup, "After all, you even accompanied me to the Underworld."

Nuliang carp partner picked up the jug and poured the wine, the clear water collided with the wine cup, pouring out a gorgeous golden color, the wine cup was vermilion, reflecting the wine in the cup like blood.

"We have to hurry up." Nuliang Liban rolled up his sleeves and wrapped his arms around Zong Jue's. "If those guys outside see it, they're going to make a fuss."

Zong Jue was holding the wine cup, and the posture of handing over the wine forced him to get very close to Nu Liang Li's partner. He lowered his head and drank the wine in the glass quickly, the unique pungentness of the strong wine rushed up, making his cheeks flush. A slight blush.

"The main hall!" Xiaohumaru was carried by Jinjian and landed in the courtyard, just in time to see the posture of Zong Jue and Nuliang Liban, who were close at hand, as if they were rubbing ears and temples, and instantly made Xiaohumaru's eyes red ... There was a bit of killing intent.

Jin Jian calmly put down the younger brother who was excited for some reason, and said as if he couldn't see the situation inside: "The enemy has basically been cleaned up."

His tone was somewhat proud and ostentatious, just like an eagle recapturing its prey, throwing the prey in front of its master with an understatement, raising its head high and waiting for the master's praise and praise, silently "Look, I'm so powerful, so you should pamper me a lot." Said like this.

Zong Jue waited for Nuliang Liban to drink the wine and put the wine cup on the table as if nothing had happened. First, he said to Nuliang Liban: "I wanted to tell you just now. I heard that in China, drinking a cup of wine means getting married. For husband and wife."

After releasing the thunder without changing his face, he turned his head and changed to work as if nothing happened, looking at Xiaohumaru, "How are the casualties? Are there any injuries?"

As he asked, he got up and walked over to carefully check the condition of Xiaohumaru and Jinjian. After rubbing for a while, Zong Jue maintained a smooth posture and asked, "Where is the medicine research?"

"He's on the roof." Xiaohumaru replied, "He's helping to give medicine to the wounded, let us come here first."

Well, a large part of it is due to the Nura Group's special wound medicine and is going to try to see if it can be changed to the formula.

——The spiritual power of the god judge is not unlimited supply, and now that there is a big consumer of spiritual power, Jinjiandian, he thinks it is better to be more diligent and thrifty.

Jin Jian looked down at Zong Jue to check his body, and said calmly, "I'm fine." After thinking for a while, he added, "The other party is very weak and can't hurt me."

Zong Jue raised his head, and Jin Jianzheng was staring at him without blinking, his cold and solemn face was expressionless, but somehow stubborn.

Zong Jue smiled and touched his head with the other hand, "Then Jinjian is very powerful."

Then Imaken nodded confidently with a stern face, satisfied and confident, and felt that he should also praise the young brother who is outstanding in fighting power, so he turned his eyes to Xiaohumaru who was lying on Zong Jue's shoulder and whispered something, and said seriously: "You are also very strong " He said, reaching out his hand to touch Xiaohuwan's hair in relief, "It seems that you and I have exercised well after we parted." Finally, he concluded with a powerful sentence, "Good boy!"

"Brother..." Xiaohumaru silently buried her head on Zong Jue's shoulder, pretending not to hear Zong Jue's low laugh.

It’s been too long since we’ve been apart, and he’s actually forgotten about Jinjian. The Odachi version is completely different from the lively, cute, and considerate little angel with short swords many years later. He can’t read Air Geng at all until he walks outside to a certain extent and will be beaten to death. The type is coming.