Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

The daimyo of the country of fire survived, and the gods replaced him with a doll to die. The doll that originally depicted a young face quickly aged after dripping the daimyo of the country of fire, but at the same time, the daimyo of the country of fire changed. Get younger, if the hair of the doll is white, the hair of the daimyo of the fire country will be darker, if there is one more wrinkle in the doll, the daimyo of the fire country will have one less wrinkle, and the daimyo of the fire country will become young in a short time He looks strong and strong, but the doll in the hands of the gods is already very old.

With a sound of "Gada", the originally tense limbs of the puppet collapsed like a broken thread, and its head also drooped low, as if it was dead.

Zong Jue brought a wooden box for the god to put the doll in, and then handed the doll to Daimyo of the Fire Country.

"Your aging and death are sealed on the doll." The god lowered his eyes casually, looking a little tired, "It must be wiped with clean water every day, and the sun cannot be seen, and the dirt must not be touched."

"If you neglect it, its body will be the same as yours."

The daimyo of Fire Nation raised his hands respectfully and took the box containing the puppet from Zong Jue's hand. He felt that the light box weighed a thousand pounds, and as soon as he got it in his hand, he immediately hugged it carefully with his hands. In the middle, the attitude of the miser is really ridiculous, but no one around laughs, Senshou Hashima only reads the indifference and arrogance from the faces of the people around him, and their eyes fall into the unknown void, Flying high and far.

It seemed that the appearance of that god had taken away all their sanity.

"I don't know..." The Fire Nation daimyo said tremblingly, "I don't know your name—"

He was forced to stop halfway through his words. Zong Jue was looking at him with a cold expression, and the invisible sense of oppression engulfed his head, swallowing his entire voice.

"You have overstepped, human being." Zong Jue said, and at the same time, the people sitting on both sides had already put their hands on the handle of the knife beside them, and a cold light was looming between the sheaths.

"It's okay." The high-ranking god said, his eyes turned from the fire country daimyo to Senju Bashirama, and a chuckle drifted out of his throat vaguely, drifting into Senju Bashirama's ears seemingly without a trace, It was a kind of laughter that showed great interest after seeing something interesting, high above without any mercy, and a deep gap was drawn between gods and humans.

As if to say, I am looking forward to your sideshow, cold and arrogant eyes.

The god closed his eyes and ended the conversation with a faint "I'm tired". Zong Jue leaned down and said, "I accept orders." His tone was rare and gentle. Layers of silk rolled up like a white rainbow, and the child-like envoy was led out of the door by a child-like envoy and looked back for some reason. He saw Zong Jue raised his head, and the god lowered his head and smiled slightly, as if Sensing his gaze, God raised his eyes and glanced over, the eyes were separated by soft silk, and there was still a warm color that hadn't faded away.

Soul hook soul.

Qianshou Zhujian was stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

"Hee hee, don't you look good, sir?" The white-haired child who was guiding them turned his head and asked, his eyes were agile and his figure was as light as a lively bird, showing a slightly out of place innocent look, "I sometimes Just stare blankly."

The Fire Nation daimyo coughed twice, expressing panic.

He was directly carried over by Senshou Bashirama on the sickbed, and now he is only wearing sweat-stained pajamas, his hair is uncombed and his face is not washed, and his sloppiness makes the majestic Fire Nation daimyo very uncomfortable, especially if he is still Walking in the moon ship, looking around, everything is not human, which makes him feel ashamed.

"I'll take you to change clothes." The child said with a smile, "If you go out like this, you will get sick." He repeated as he said, "Sick? Is that what you said?"

He tilted his head cutely, jumping up and down without knowing the world.

"This...how dare you..." The Fire Nation daimyo declined.

"It's okay, it's okay." The child said, "I'll go and get Mr. Zong's old clothes. It always takes a long time for him to come out from the adults."

He unsuspectingly took the Fire Nation Daimyo and Senjujuma into the area where no one outside the Moon Ship should enter, and secretly gave the Fire Nation Daimyo a set of clothes for him to change into. While changing clothes, he sat beside Senju Bashirama, reached out and tugged at his sleeves, "Hey, what's it like outside? Can you tell me about it?"

Senju Bashima lowered his head and saw a pair of bright and clean eyes, in which there were even expensive hopes and dreams, shining with a brilliance he had never seen before.

Still a child.He thought, just like the younger brother at home, he is still a child.

He couldn't help showing a smile, bent down and stroked the child's hair, "My name is Senju Zhuma, not hello."

"Got it." The child avoided his hand, raised his head and said, "My name is Jin Jian."

Imai's body is light and light, with a lightness and agility that is impossible to achieve without training. When he jumps, he seems to be flying, with a time and height that even Senshou Zhujian would be amazed by.

"Hashirama Hashirama, what's it like outside?" The familiar little guy consciously omitted Senju Hashirama's surname, pulled his sleeve and asked repeatedly, "Tell me."

"Outside..." The first thing that comes to mind is probably the battlefield full of corpses, but this is obviously not a story suitable for children, Senjujuma cleared his throat, "I have a friend..."

He started with the omnipotence of a friend of mine, and told Jin Jian a story about being in vain.

Looking back today, he still feels that those were the happiest days of his life.

Unlike his younger brother who felt his head was kicked by a donkey, or his father who threw a tantrum at the mention of the word, Imaken praised his friendship with Madara very much, hearing them train together and fight together Shi Hui nodded again and again, his eyes were full of little stars, and he was full of regret when he heard that they were forced to separate by his family. He pulled his sleeves and asked them whether they would get back together and be good friends like they were when they were young.

"Yes." Senju Zhuma replied seriously, "I will stop the war one day and realize our dreams."

"No matter how difficult it is, I will never give up, even if I have to give up my life."

"Will you die?!" Imamu widened his eyes and was full of worry. After a while, he hesitated and beckoned Senshou Bashirama to come over, and carefully lowered his voice, "As long as, as long as you chant the moon The name is right..." He looked around and lowered his voice, "If you pray to Lord Sanriyue, you can get the blessing of the moon."

After he finished speaking, he covered his mouth and made a gesture of silence, and said to Senshou Zhujian: "Don't tell others, or Mr. Zong will be angry."

"Don't tell me what?" A deep voice sounded from outside the door. Zong Jue leaned against the door and glanced across Senshou Bashirama, as if he didn't pay any extra attention to a dead object, and only paid attention to Imken Dao, "My lord I'm looking for you, let's go quickly."

Jin Jian made several silence gestures to Qianshouzhujian, and then walked out step by step, leaving Zong Jue and Qianshouzhujian in the room.

Qianshou Zhujian scratched his hair, and was about to say something to break the awkward atmosphere, when Zong Jue said coldly: "There is a price to be paid for chanting the real name of the god."

Obviously, he heard what Jin Jian said just now.

"If you don't want to die, it's better to think twice before acting." Zong Jue's tone was indifferent.

"Are you reminding me?" Senju Zhuma asked.

"It's rare for an adult to be interested in someone." Zong Jue said, "If you die, he will be unhappy."

"Really, that's really an honor." Senju Zhuma said, "I thought you didn't like me very much."

After all, they never even give a straight face when meeting each other, just ignore people as if he doesn't exist.

"My likes and dislikes have nothing to do with it." Zong Jue said indifferently, "My duty is to please the gods, nothing more."

——In fact, this guy who said he wants to please the gods, turned his head and snatched the tea from the gods who were respectful just now, and drank it in one gulp. He sat next to him and squeezed people to the side, and sat on the boat together View from the top of the roof.

As the most divine being among the swords, there is no one more suitable for the role of a god in Zong Jue's script than Mikazuki Zongjin, so Zong Jue borrowed Mikazuki Zongjin from the Government of Time before setting off.

The premise is to only look at the appearance.

"It went well." Zong Jue said, "Jin Jian's acting skills are better than I imagined."

"Very good, very good." Sanri Yuezong took his own teacup and poured tea without any airs, and then drank it. The headdress was crookedly adorned in his hair, and the collar of his gorgeous clothes suddenly protruded from the corner of the turtleneck sweater. Fortunately, the room was dimly lit just now and no one looked at his clothes carefully, otherwise he might be exposed every minute.

Zong Jue reached out to support his hair accessory, "Thank you."

"Playing a god is also a rare experience hahaha." The sword named Xianyue said with a smile, "Besides, don't you work harder than me?"

He blinked, and his long eyelashes covered his unique and beautiful eyes, as if he was softened by the holy light around him.

"After all, gods only need to sit on a high platform." Mikazuki Zongjin said, "Oh, it's quite a novel feeling to talk like that."

"Have you never done it before?" Zong Jin asked, "I saw your lines in the promotional video——"

"Okay, okay, please don't laugh at the old man." Sanriyue Zongjin said, "Master... the front master hall has to play the seventh episode every day, and I have a headache."

"Episode [-]..." Zong Jue touched his chin, "That should be your ultimate maneuver."

"Hahaha with special effects." Mikazuki Zongjin said, "For Yuanjing, I asked Kagemaruden to be a stand-in, otherwise the old man wouldn't be able to run so fast."

Yes, this is not the three-day Yue Zongjin that Yizhen Zongjue casually borrowed, but Yizhen participated in the live shooting of an outdated government propaganda documentary, and he was able to read it without changing his expression even in the close-up situation where the camera was about to hit his face. Completing the extremely shameful lines, in terms of acting skills is very guaranteed Mikazuki Zongjin.

"Speaking of which, I haven't contacted Yamabukiri for a long time, and I'm going to bring him some souvenirs this time." Mikazuki Munekin said, "A few days ago he sent me delicious tea, I can try it for you when I go back Try it."

"Aren't you from the same Honmaru?" Zong Jue raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not." Sanri Yuezong laughed, "Otherwise I wouldn't be here now."

It was true that Honmaru was used to attack the God-inspector during the filming, but the God-inspector didn’t have many swords shortly after he joined the job, and in order not to affect the normal operation of Honmaru, there were many swords and swords in the plot. They were all seconded from other Honmaru.

For example, this is the case with him. His god judge, it should be said that the previous god judge signed a long-term contract with the government of the time. From the very beginning, he stated that he would definitely leave. Limited to upper and lower levels, selectively summoning swords that are not so dependent on the master's attention to emotion. Before leaving, I tried my best to arrange the swords in the homimura. After calculation, all the memories of being a god judge should have been eliminated and returned to normal. people's lives.

I knew from the very beginning that we were going to separate, and we deliberately didn't put too much affection into each other, so it wasn't that painful when we parted, and we could still give blessings with a smile.

"That Ji Jun is really a very smart and rational person." Sanri Yue Zongjin said with emotion.

Zong Jue recalled that the code name of Sanriyue Zongjin's former interrogator in the government of the time was Hongdousha, and his real name was...

Seri Awashima?

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