Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

When you float up from the bottom of the sea, you will pass the royal capital covered by ice and snow. The city sunk in the sea still retains those gorgeous buildings. I was caught off guard, until now when I look at the ice and snow royal city from the sea, I can still clearly see the residents whose daily life moments have been preserved forever, like exquisitely carved and lifelike ice sculptures, placed in the royal capital every corner of the

Buyers and sellers bargaining at the stalls, rich kids leading some strange-looking animals and swaying through the market, a young girl leaning against the window in flower season, an old man sitting at the door along the street with half-closed eyes and drowsy, lying on his knees The same drowsy cats, and even some birds were frozen in the ice, and were frozen in a slightly higher position that could be called the sky with their wings flying.

Everything in front of me seems to be alive, and the residents will break the silence and continue to live lively in the next second. From this, I can vaguely see the silhouette of the powerful and prosperous ancient country in the past.

The sea water at this depth is stained with the colorful colors of the aurora, and the reflection on the ice surface that seals the royal capital is also beautiful like neon. The color formed by the mixed and harmonious colorful lights in the blue is extremely unique. , with a kind of beauty that can even make people's scalp tingle and creepy.

Saiki Kusuo also saw in the ice one or two small fish that were too late to swim away and were sealed up, and there were bright red corals struggling to coil themselves in the huge ice wall. The verdant trees that have remained green for thousands of years, and the birds flapping their wings in the "sky" form some kind of absurd contrast. The boundary between the sea and the land can't be distinguished here, and the moment and eternity seem to lose their meaning. Saiki Kusuo even sighed He couldn't help lowering his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

He stayed here for a long time before continuing to float up reluctantly. The sea water became a little bit warmer. Even in the extreme north, the temperature on the sea surface is higher than that in the deep sea. The fish in the shallow sea The fish are also more careless than those in the deep sea. They swim in groups of twos and threes in the sea, their scales glisten like scattered gems, and the fish, which have almost never seen humans, are not afraid of Qi Mu at all. Kusuo and Zongjue, they lightly touched their bodies with their mouths, playing and frolicking in the gaps in their clothes, Zongjue shook after floating ashore, and shook out one or two energetic little girls from the pockets of their clothes. fish.

"The main hall!" Xiao Jinjian shouted behind him, Zong Jue raised his hand subconsciously when he turned around, and firmly caught the snowball that was coming towards his face, and then took a closer look, the little tengu was hiding in a Behind the stone grinned at him and made a face, "The main hall also come to play together!"

The little tengu barked like this, and then rolled up another snowball to attack Zong Jue.

Of all the short knives, he is probably the least afraid of Zong Jue—although Zong Jue only has a few short knives in total—compared to Zong Jue's possible Dajin Sword or Yoshitsune, he is more deterrent to him. Some, for Xiao Jinjian, who is nostalgic for his old master, Zong Jue's position is more like the head of a host family. No matter how powerful he is, he can't compare with the Yoshitsune he misses so much, the little guy who is not affected by the halo of the god judge He firmly grasped the essence of Zong Jue's paper tiger. When he was jumping around and mischievous, he never had any scruples about Zong Jue punishing him.

In fact, Zong Jue really doesn’t need to do anything, he just needs to smile when Da Jinjian is educating his children, and Da Tai Dao can’t help but teach a few words every time he sees the miniature version of himself being mischievous and mischievous. , If you make any mistakes, the review will start at seven or eight pages, which can make Xiaotengu write lifelessly and cry to Yoshitsune to report.

Yaoyan. Because he killed the former god-inspector, he was fined a [-]-word review. After writing it, it has not been handed in until now. Fujishiro thinks that he should copy the review and hand it in if he has time, even if the god-inspector looks like Forgot all about it long ago.

However, he went back to transcribe the review full of true feelings and traces of tears. He was too embarrassed to transcribe halfway, and finally wrote a new one. This kind of thing is a later story.

Now he is busy helping Song Xian and Ding to pack up the god judge, and the god judge is scheduled to go out for a while, although because of the different time flow, for them, the god judge only left for a few minutes, but in fact Zong Jue I will be going out for nearly a month, so I have to tidy up, especially this time I am attending a formal occasion, and I have to prepare a lot of formal and gorgeous straight dresses and corresponding accessories, and more importantly, there are also spiritual judges. Using all kinds of utensils that Zong Jue likes to smell, down to the slippers he brought from Honmaru, if it wasn’t for his luggage being too bulky, he would even put the pillow in it, worrying about the inquisitor could not sleep well.

"It doesn't matter if you have a little less." Zong Jue sat on the side with hot tea in one hand and snacks in the other. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, it was because his short knife was too aggressive and he couldn't get in his hands at all. In the end, he could only hold the tea at the side Dazed.

"Then just one less pajamas?" Yaken Toshiro stuffed a spare neck pillow in the end, pulled out two from the folded clothes and asked, "Which one do you want to bring? "

Both of them are traditional pajamas. One is a black pajamas that are a bit longer than pure cotton, which is a uniform style issued by Yan Modian. Zong Jue has worn them for many years and the corners are frayed. The other is also black. But it is another kind of black that looks extremely luxurious. The material is so soft and thin that Yaken Toshiro holds it in his hand like holding flowing water. With the change of light, there will be faint silver dark lines.

This is the pajamas sent by Tsukiyomi Ming a few days ago. Together with the other undergarment bathrobes of the same material, Zong Jue has not worn them a few times since they were delivered.

"This one." Anyway, it's a wish, and it can't be hung in the wardrobe to collect dust.

Zong Jue took a sip of hot tea and thought.

Although personally speaking, he still prefers the cotton pajamas he is used to wearing.

Yaken Toshiro and Kasen Kanesada packed up a large pile of luggage and finally condensed it into a small box, and Zong Jue didn't need to carry the box. Xiaohumaru was very happy to complete this task—in name, he was the Jue's guard went to Izumo, but in fact, as his original spirit, he also wanted to attend this gathering of gods.

For the same reason, Xiaohumaru had to separate from Zongjue before actually entering Izumo. In order to avoid unnecessary conflicts, the gods of Huang Quan and Gao Tianyuan were arranged to rest in two places. Of course, if Xiaohumaru is willing, he can do it later They secretly moved to Zong Jue's side. After all, Huang Quan only came here with one or two people each time, and the palace allocated to them could accommodate dozens or hundreds of people.

Zong Jue put his luggage away, and he didn't rush to pack it. He just took out a set of hunting clothes and replaced his original shirt and slacks. Then, taking advantage of the fact that there were still many gods who hadn't arrived yet and were free, he leisurely went out to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Izumo .

The styles of Izumo and Takamahara are generally similar. The large pieces of warm, soft and dreamy colors are almost illusory, but compared with Takamahara's Izumo, the details of Izumo reveal a bit of secular meaning. Zong Jue even saw a large-scale market on the outskirts, where gods came and went and bargained, just like ordinary people in this world.

Unlike Western gods, which are high above and separated from the world, most of the gods in Japan are very down-to-earth, perhaps because many of the 800 million gods are monsters or other less popular origins, because human beliefs are Because they have obtained the qualifications to become gods, they all carry a strong smoke and fire, and have emotions similar to human beings. They have a kind and compassionate side, but also a vicious and cruel side. Make mistakes, so they are also more likely to fall and go astray.

Zong Jue went to the western gods many years ago. At that time, the order of Huangquan had just begun to establish and everything was in a state of uncertainty. Many Huangquan gods were sent to other gods to learn their mature systems and systems. Zong Jue The first thing I went to was the hell of the western gods. It’s a pity that Lucifer was still in heaven at that time as his vice-lord of the heaven, Guangyao Chenxing. The chaos in hell was not as orderly as Huang Quan’s, but it was the heaven he was invited to when he was about to leave. It has benefited him a lot. The angels are completely different from the Japanese gods. The kingdom of heaven also implements a system that is completely different from that of Gao Tianyuan. But it is of great reference value to Huang Quan.

In fact, most of the systems that Huangquan currently implements are born out of China, but in some details and specific implementation measures, they have the shadow of the Western Heaven.

The most obvious is probably the rotation system.

Zong Jue allowed his thoughts to wander and casually looked at the things on the stalls in the market, thanks to his unique clothes of Huangquan—except for the god of Huangquan, there is no god who would choose black for clothes— ——The surrounding gods avoid approaching him one by one from a long distance. The high-ranking gods will not come to this kind of market for a stroll. There won't be any good things, most of them are just odds and ends of weapons or medicinal materials.

But it turns out that walking without looking at the road is really not a good habit. When Zong Jue was staring at the medicinal materials on a certain stall in a daze, he bumped into someone else.

"Are you okay?" Zong Jue asked with his head down, ignoring Ruo Ruo Wu's gasping voices around him.

"It's okay." The girl who ran into his arms was a young girl with soft brown hair and bright eyes. She waved her hands with a hearty smile, "I ran too fast, I'm sorry La."

Zong Jue looked at the school uniform-style dress on the girl and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Human... no, human god?" He suddenly seemed to think of something and bent down, gently sniffing the side of the girl's neck, "Sure enough... yes The smell of Mikage."

"Hey! Do you know Mikage-sama?!" The girl's eyes lit up and she stretched out her hand to grab Zong Jue's sleeve, then subconsciously let go when she heard the suppressed exclamation around her, and scratched her hair embarrassedly, "I mean , do you know where he is?"

"When he wants to come out, he will come out naturally." Zong Jue smiled, looking at the girl's clean eyes and was about to say something, when he saw the white-haired envoy walking quickly not far away.

"Ruixi?" The bewildered girl who was blocked behind blinked her eyes full of confusion, and the envoy she called Ruixi looked at Zong Jue's whole body tensely as if facing a formidable enemy: "Master Nanasheng still doesn't understand anything, if If there is any offense, please forgive me."

Zong Jue smiled helplessly: "I don't care about a child, you don't have to be so nervous." He had a good impression of the girl in front of him who had a soul as clear and clean as her eyes, so he patted her on the shoulder and said, "I'm free If so, welcome to find me in the West Hall, I have brought some refreshments."

"Of course!" Nana nodded and said, "Then, can you tell me about Mikage-sama?"

"Sure." Zong Jue smiled, "Just don't dislike the old man's wordiness."

Mikage really found a good successor for herself.