Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

The vast blue sea stretches as far as the eye can see, and sand gulls streak across the dazzling blue sky, and sometimes land on the side of the ship to rest for a while, and then spread their wings and fly away without hesitation.

This is a large wooden ship that is not very common in most of the modern world. The tall mast and sails are raised, with a bold and unrestrained style that modern steel machinery does not have.

Seagulls landed on the deck with fish in their mouths or parked on the side of the mast, enjoying a delicious meal leisurely. Their predation ability was as outstanding as their appearance. swallowed.

Although in most literary works seagulls appear as a very positive and fearless image, in fact, these birds with white feathers and graceful posture are far less beautiful than they are praised, especially when holding When the seagulls pass by the food, they don't mind having some fresh snacks between meals.

Poor Five Tigers still haven't reacted, just holding the empty ice cream cone that has no ice cream in their hands. I don't know what happened. I can't understand why I just lost my mind for a while. When I came back to my senses, there was only one waffle left in the cone. cylinder.

On the other hand, Tsurumaru, who was lying on the other side basking in the sun, saw the process clearly, but he didn't remind Wu Hutui and just kept laughing to himself, his skin was so white that it almost glistened in the sun.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Huwan asked with his eyes closed and his eyes half-opened when he heard him laughing hard.

"The white bird is really fierce." Tsurumaru replied with a smile, poking Yato's cheek in his arms, "Isn't it?"

Ye Dou nodded ignorantly and said, "Crane, the most powerful!"

So Tsurumaru laughed even more happily, ruffling Yato's short hair.

In the end, it was Yaken Toshiro who went to get another cone to coax his younger brother. Sanzhen Toshiro sat in a row on the deck with a cone in each hand, licking the cold ice cream with gusto.

Even though Yaken Toshiro doesn't like sweets very much, he still thinks today's cone tastes just right.

"Hey——" Imai's voice came from the top of his head, and when he raised his head, he could see the little tengu stepping lightly on the thin mast like a juggler, laughing, jumping around and playing with the seagulls, like a lively and light Okinawa stood at the top of the mast with a cold expression, motionless, not knowing what he was thinking. His posture was quite traditional for the crows and tengus sitting on high places, but the swimming trunks on his body were really a bit awkward. Destroying the atmosphere is far less deterrent than the Yatengu who wear hunting clothes, hold round fans and cover their faces with weird masks in mythology.

Yes, swimming trunks. Since they are sailing and playing in the sea, it would be disappointing to wrap themselves up in their usual clothes, so each of the swordsmen got a pair of swimming trunks of a suitable size to replace them. , Of course, it is not mandatory to change, but when everyone is eagerly changing into new clothes and preparing to go to the sea to have fun, no one will make such a maverick exception.

As mentioned before, the swords are actually very insensitive, so they don't think it's a shame to walk on the boat in swimming trunks, and Zong Jue specially selected them for them. Everyone's style is different, and the meaning of swimming trunks is far more than ordinary swimming trunks. When they get the swords, they immediately want to try it out, as if they are reluctant to take it off after wearing it.

Therefore, as far as the deck can look, there are mostly naked men with swords and swords wearing thin short-sleeved jackets, revealing beautiful and powerful muscle lines.

In other words -

"Wine Pond Meat Forest..." The woman who was in the video call with Zong Jue sighed, "You Japanese gods are so corrupt."

Zong Jue raised his eyebrows and smiled, "If I remember correctly, you have a total of one hundred and eight saints."

His swords are as many as two hands, and they can't compare to the huge army on the opposite side that can gather together a heaven and earth.

"Quantity doesn't count, quality is the problem." The woman's eyes flicked across the swords behind Zong Jue, "and the saints seem to be of those types, even if people look at them more It has been boring for many years."

"So?" Zong Jue asked, knowing that this person who came to him for nothing must have something to say.

"So..." A smile appeared on the woman's face, "I want to be reincarnated in the next holy war—"

"Lord Athena, please allow me to refuse." Zong Jue didn't need to finish listening to guess the second half of the woman's sentence, "Japan is already troublesome enough."

Unless he is mentally ill, he will let the two rivals of the Greek gods come to Japan. The jihad once every 200 years was originally created by Hades and Athena for the belief in the world. It was a small fight in Greece It's okay to toss and toss, Japan is a typical temple with a lot of small things, and it's too late for Zong Jue to push things out, let alone take the initiative to solicit things.

You have to know when it started, but if there is something related to the destruction of the world, Japan will definitely be involved. In countless worlds, the Tokyo Tower has been destroyed time and time again, and groups of people have died. This kind of semi-retired people who fish all the year round don't mind taking the opportunity to recruit a few more capable dead to work for Huang Quan for free, but whenever this period is short, it can be a hundred years long, and it can be a thousand years. They are all very irritable, not to mention Ghost Lantern, who is not particularly good-tempered in the first place.

No matter how much Zong Jue thinks that the child he raised is perfect, he has to admit that Ghost Lamp is probably the one in hell who is best at stepping on the bottom line to avenge his personal revenge. If he is caught secretly adding to his workload, Zong Jue thinks Don't think about your future.

Out of consideration for his own safety, Zong Jue rationally rejected her request.

"Hey... just be accommodating." Athena clasped her hands together and made a request. The goddess of wisdom and war also has a deceptive appearance. It can be regarded as an annual leave benefit for my subordinates, but I have worked so hard on my side and finally gave him all the labor."

Every jihad, the people sent by Hades are basically the same. After the turns are over, the god of death and the god of sleep will make their final appearance. In the end, he will go into battle with his own big axis, crushing them vigorously and then being overthrown by some kind of love and justice—must He has to be defeated. If he is not defeated, he has to take care of the above-ground affairs. Hell is already so busy that even the gods will suffocate. In addition to the above-ground affairs, Hades feels that he may not even have the time to talk to his wife. He came in so that during the jihad period, he could confidently leave his divine body and rest for a few years. He would not do things that put the cart before the horse.

However, compared to Hades's joyful and joyful jihad atmosphere, which is like planning where to travel and vacation after being "killed" during the New Year, Athena will be in more trouble. After all, she has to choose a holy warrior herself. Then choose her own reincarnation body. Hades closed her eyes and caught which one in order to lose logically. She had to choose her reincarnation carefully to ensure that everything went smoothly. The thing that made her vomit the most was No matter how hard I cultivated those saint fighters, I gave it to Hades at the end, because as long as human beings are mortal, Hades is more than happy to take over these useful labors to fill the manpower that hell will never have enough. middle.

Heavens in the world are different in their own way, but hells in the world are all the same. Manpower is too tight to work overtime. If you can take a day off in ten years, you have a conscience.

There's no need for a conscience in hell anyway.

The unconscionable Zong Jue still steadfastly rejected her request under Athena's all kinds of coercion and lure, and said that she would register her soul as a rejected account and a key focus object of the Japanese Reincarnation Channel. No gods from the Greek pantheon are welcome in Japanese hell until the end of the holy war.

Athena angrily turned off the video communication, and gave Zong Jue a curse that was very in line with the style of the Greek gods.

— to hell with your lover!

Zong Jue thought about whether to tell this person that he has no lover, or to tell this person that he is a kind of ghost and god in the underworld, but considering that she is now angry like a bellows, he finally chose to thank her politely .

For Huangquan God, this is indeed a pretty good blessing.

then……

After that, Zong Jue straightened his clothes as if nothing happened as soon as he hung up the video, and went out leisurely to enjoy the comfortable sea breeze and warm sunshine at sea with his sword.

Before he left, he took the time to reply to a few emails. Given that he reappeared after many years—he was not surprised that his assets in this world were strictly monitored, and he was arrested by those people when he used a cruise ship. This is right, or this is his original intention, otherwise why bother to deal with his assets that have been frozen. In this world, it is just a matter of raising one's hand for a capable person to get money.

Uh...they were all emails with little nutrition. Zong Jue dragged the emails into the recycle bin as he walked out. He didn't pause until he saw a new email that popped up, and clicked to read it.

——I made a game, do you want to take a look?

This letter without beginning or end is extremely concise and has a signature that is well-known in this world.

Kim Fraser.