Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

Jinjian and Jinjian share the same body—from the appearance of the body, it still looks like an ordinary big sword, but in fact the core is a short sword, and the part of the big sword is completely constructed by spiritual power. , This also led to the fact that the Jinjian as a big sword is not as stable as the Jinjian as a short sword.

Although in terms of combat effectiveness, it is true that Da Tai Dao Jin Jian is stronger.

And then throughout the morning, Zong Jue's background music was filled with little Tengu and Odachi arguing over whether Yoshitsune was better or him, which made the parties involved extremely ashamed.

In fact, it should be regarded as a one-sided quarrel between the little tengus. The big knife is basically a posture of standing still, and it is rare that the little tengus can continue to quarrel with such energy.

Zong Jue felt that when he went back, he could stuff the little tengu with Tsurumaru as a companion, and he would be somewhat more lively, saving the other party from planting mushrooms in the room every day.

Xiaohuwan sat beside Zong Jue with a smile, not participating in the two brothers' killing each other.

Facts have proved that this decision is very wise. You must know that until they bid farewell to Nuliang Kaiban and returned to Honmaru Kotengu, they were still trying to persuade the Odachi version of themselves.

Of course he wouldn't be so persistent if it was another sword. After all, everyone was in a different situation and used to be their master, but he is Jinjian, Jinjian!

Little Tengu felt aggrieved and had nowhere to say, he just wanted to bite on Da Jinjian's tall nose.

Forget it, the opponent is too tall and can fly, and even the maneuver value is not lower than him, so he can't bite.

Little Tengu felt even more aggrieved.

Like all children who have been wronged outside, Little Tengu's first reaction was to complain to the adults at home. He thought hard with his pen and wrote a long letter of several pages to Mr. Yoshitsune, asking Zong Jue to send it, but he didn't Knowing that the letter fell into Da Jinjian's hands before it was sent, Da Dajian spent most of the day reading the letter, and took out the letter paper and began to write a letter to Yoshitsune.

The theme is to discuss the importance of strengthening the learning of Tengu culture.

——Except for his own name, the entire letter is almost all pseudonyms. What is he trying to do? He absolutely cannot accept semi-literate people who have to use pseudonyms for their names.

He is Jinjian, Jinjian!

So Da Jinjian and Xiao Jinjian—that’s what Zong Jue called them to distinguish them. The two Jin Jians began to hurt each other for a long time, and Zong Jue, the only one who could stop them, brought these two back to Honmaru and entrusted Kasen Kanesada After taking good care of them, he closed the door and fell into a long-term closed-door research state again. Before leaving the last world, he took Nuliang Koipan and forcibly broke apart the principle of ghost haunting over and over again. Clearly, correspondingly, he has a new idea about Yaolang's sword.

It is based on this idea that the sword cast may be larger than ordinary swords.

That's right, Zong Jue justly called the sword, which is as tall as several people according to the data in the plan, the so-called "bigger".

Strictly speaking, the weapon he designed can no longer be regarded as a weapon for actual combat, but is more inclined to communicate the invisible "cause and effect" medium, or a temporary residence forged for the "worm" that lives on Yaolang's body. It is precisely because the body of the "worm" in Yaolang's body is extremely large. Although it does look insignificant when it resides in Yaolang's body, when it is actually stripped out, it will be found to be horribly large.

The appearance of this kind of insect called "gold" is a very beautiful golden mist. In its juvenile stage, that is, when Yaolang was parasitized, it was a small form like a firefly, but it has grown for hundreds of years now. The time is enough to turn it into a behemoth that can easily cover the entire city. The volume calculated by Zong Jue is already a compressed and compressed version. The one cast according to his original design should not be regarded as a sword. It should be regarded as a super high-rise landmark building similar to Tokyo Tower.

"Is the main hall ready to leave tomorrow?" Kokomaru asked. They were sitting by the corridor in front of the courtyard. In the yard separated by shrubs not far away, they could hear the clear laughter of the little tengu, mixed with Tsurumaru's rare laughter. Tired and energetic voice, since Jin Jian came, he has never had the chance to snuggle up in the quilt and enjoy the quiet time of the years. The biggest pleasure of the little guy who is arranged next door to him every day is a Rushed into his room early in the morning and jumped on him who was planning to go back to sleep, and dragged him to run around the whole of Honmaru. Now Tsurumaru really admires the naginata called Yanrong, who can accompany him This little guy with seemingly inexhaustible energy can play all day long.

"Two days later." Zong Jue replied, handing the wagashi in one hand to Da Jinjian on the other, "Where is Song Xian?"

I haven't seen him for several days. His original sword is completely different from what it used to be. He has stepped into the ranks of fully trained swords, and there is still a bit of chilling blood on his body that has not completely dissipated. The sword is gone, but also because it takes on most of the work of running the main pill, it is very busy, and it often does not see anyone from early in the morning.

"Gexian and Yaoyan have gone to Wanwu." Xiaohumaru replied, "Today, the experience talisman of the government of Shizhi is on sale, and some resources in this pill also need to be replenished."

As he spoke, he reached out to wipe off the glutinous rice flour from the wagashi on the corner of Zong Jue's mouth, and then refilled Zong Jue's half-empty teacup with tea. He was considerate and intimate enough to make other judges who were tortured to death by the three gangsters envious and jealous. To the point where I want to cry.

It's really not that they are psychologically weak, it's that the swords of the three schools are too confusing, the high rarity of itself has added a layer of halo to it, and the gentleman's gentle attitude when starting it is easy to let People are deeply trapped in it and can't extricate themselves-especially most of the qualified judges are women who are at the age of early love, but once they really try to have a deeper development with them, no, even if they don't want some ambiguous development I just want to increase my favorability, and I will find that the so-called gentleness and so-called gentlemen are just appearances formed out of the age of upbringing and respect for the god judges. In fact, one or two are arrogant, alienated and extreme egoism in their bones, especially Sanriyue Zong Jin and Xiaohu Wan are even more of the flowers of Gao Ling, Zong Jue can see a lot of wailing and weeping related tree hole posts posted on the forum of God Examiner every day.

He looked at Xiaohuwan, who was lying on his shoulder with his head up, trying to act like a baby, and felt even more that what he bought might be a high-quality imitation.

"You seem to be thinking about something that's rude to me." Xiaohumaru said with a light smile, and turned his head to find that although Zong Jue's face didn't change, the muscles on his cheeks moved slightly, and he smiled more happily, "I You can see it, Xiaohu's eyesight has always been very good."

It should be said that Zong Jue's emotions are actually not difficult to detect, but because of his aggressive and sharp appearance, others will subconsciously ignore his expression, which makes people feel very difficult to get along with and unpredictable. Impression, in fact, he is the kind who can easily express his emotions. Even if he is a little bit happy, the corners of his mouth will rise, and his eyebrows will be furrowed if he is a little unhappy. It doesn't take much guesswork to figure out his mood swings.

Of course, this is also related to Zong Jue being very relaxed in front of his own sword and basically not hiding his emotions.

Next to him, Dajinjian paid no attention to what was going on outside the window and carefully ate the wagashi that Zong Jue handed him. He stood up and jumped over the bushes separating the courtyard with a lightness that did not fit his body shape, to help Tsurumaru, who was panting and unlovable next door. Chase and intercept the little tengu who is about to play crazy.

Seeing that Zong Jue showed a slightly guilty expression, Xiaohu Wan seized the opportunity and pointed out: "I have also studied forging for a while."

Zong Jue paused, raised his eyebrows slightly, and waited for his next words.

Xiaohuwan smiled and showed her sharp canine teeth, her voice was sweet as if it could drip sugar.

"So, can you let me be your matchmaker?"

When forging, the person who is closely followed by the swordsmith to swing the hammer is the so-called phase hammer, and most of them are the disciples of the swordsmith.

"Like, when you cast me."

As in the legend, because God Inari was a disciple when he was forging, the inscription of the little fox was engraved on the inside of his blade.

"If you don't feel tired." Zong Jue took a sip of tea, and calmly pushed his head, which was almost close to his ear, to the side. He didn't want to take a rest, so he volunteered to work with him. The God of Tianjin these days Are you all that hardworking?

Thinking this way, he recalled the bills for various entertainment activities such as heavenly banquets and drinking parties piled up on the ghost lamp desk, and silently dismissed the idea.

Probably only the one around him is particularly special, it belongs to a mutant, and has inherited his hardworking characteristics as the god of the underworld.

Zong Jue shamelessly ignored the fact that he had thrown a lot of official documents to Foxanosuke and was fumbling for fish, and took another sip of tea.

That's right.

At the same time, on the other side, Yaoken Toshiro, who was purchasing in the ten thousand houses, seemed to see something and paused, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yaoken?" Kasen Kanesada called him, with doubts on his face.

Yaken Toshiro turned his head and smiled calmly: "I saw my friend from Honmaru before, can you leave for a while?" Xiao Dandao clasped his palms together and made a begging expression - he was not very good at acting like a baby Yes, but as the only short knife in the Honmaru until a few days ago, he somehow also learned this extremely lethal skill for the adults in his Honmaru.

Unsurprisingly, Kasen Kanedada was overwhelmed by his own little dagger's rare coquettishness, and took out his purse to distribute pocket money to the dagger.

"No need for Kasenkanden, I have money." Yaoken Fujishiro waved his hands with a smile, and quickly ran into the crowd without waiting for Kasen Kanesada's answer. Seeing Kasen Kanesada, he couldn't help shaking his head, full of affection Sigh: "Really."

Sure enough, the short knife is still the cutest of my own.

Utama Kanesada thought proudly.

But if another person knew what he was thinking at this time, he would definitely jump up and curse his eyes for something wrong.

What a cute ghost!

But in fact, this person could only tremble with tremors, and he didn't even dare to swallow more saliva, for fear that his throat would touch the sharp blade that was close to the skin.

"What do you want from my brother?" The black-haired dagger in the dark alley couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only see his cold eyes, his polite tone was sharper than a knife, and he was murderous, " The former God Judge?"

The knife in his hand rested on the neck of the person in front of him, cutting through the thin skin without any fear, clearly making him feel threatened.

He really dared to kill her.

"Brother Yaken..." Behind him was Wuhutui wearing a mask, with a small short knife tightly clutching the corner of Yaken Toshiro's clothes, with panic and despair that couldn't be covered by the mask on his face.

The panic and despair of seeing the nightmare reappear.