Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

Inari Daimyojin is a god with a wide range of contacts. She can always meet many uncommon characters at her banquets, even including many people who are not in the public opinion. Many of them are her guests, so she The banquets in Beijing are often very lively, and it is very difficult to find a quiet place to sober up.

But Xiaohuwan knows that there are so few secluded places that are not open to the outside world, no outsiders will rush in, and the scenery can be called beautiful.

Different from the lush trees and flowers in other places, the courtyard where Xiaohumaru took Zongjue was paved with fine white gravel like snow. The pale blue stones seemed to stand upright from the ground and were arranged in random order, and the sand flowed from along the The scattered stones are scattered, belonging to the geometric lines drawn in the sand. There are green moss growing on the stones, and a large piece of fluff grows from the roots to the stones. The color is not that kind of vitality. Fresh green, but a deeper, tougher, more powerful color.

Everything in the courtyard is quiet and stagnant, but it seems to have some life force that is difficult to clearly perceive and is flowing. The fine white gravel is like running water, and the green stones are like mountains, so there are waterfalls falling from the top of the mountain. , confluent with the turbulent river below the mountain, rushing along a series of winding lines like a circle of eddies in the center.

In the center of the courtyard is a large open space. The gravel is patiently and meticulously carved into circles of swirls to symbolize the sea, the beginning and end of all things, death and rebirth.

Looking at this still and never-ending eddy, the beating of the heart seemed to slow down a few beats, and fell into a mysterious and peaceful atmosphere.

"It's really rare to be able to see dry mountains and rivers here." Zong Jue tugged at the skirt of his clothes to dissipate the smell of alcohol on his body. Although he really didn't drink too much, and if he died, it would only be half the weight of a pot, but he couldn't hold on to the banquet The toasts were mixed, and the air was filled with the not-so-good smell of alcohol early on. "It's offensive to be so full of alcohol."

"It was originally built because Lord Inari thought it was interesting, and I don't mind if you drink a few more glasses." Xiaohumaru pushed the paper shoji back a little more. The design here is quite unique, so no one can rest The cloister next to the courtyard is a paper shoji, and the opened door just separates the vision like a picture frame. The scenery in the "picture frame" is exquisite and elegant, just like a painting with exquisite brushstrokes .

"Human beings..." Zong Jue couldn't help but sigh with emotion. What appeared in front of him was a kind of natural beauty completely defined and planned by manpower. It was the arrogance of recreating, reorganizing, distorting, and gathering nature in the palm of his hand. .

What arrogance and arrogance, and what an incredible human being.

If you tell those gods who were far above human beings thousands of years ago, and can make human beings grateful by giving favors based on their emotions, one day this ignorant and weak existence will be strong enough to become the victor at the top of evolution in countless worlds, gods Life and death will be determined by human belief and forgetting, and they will probably think that Zong Jue is crazy.

But this one-in-a-billion possibility has just become a reality. The arrogant and arrogant human beings who have never been deterred by their own weakness have stepped into the field that they should not have stepped into, and even surpassed the human and human. The vast abyss of the gods broke the lifelessness among the gods that had not changed for hundreds of millions of years.

What an interesting human being.

So much so that Zong Jue sometimes felt that everything in this world, the countless races of all kinds, was just for the sake of human beings.

The birth of man, the rise of man, the demise of man.

The greatest wonder in the world.

Zong Jue thought that maybe he was a little drunk, so his mind was full of these nonsense things. He squinted his eyes and leaned on Xiao Huwan. Rubbing Xiaohuwan's hair with his hands, he muttered "good boy" vaguely, his mind drifted like he was in the clouds.

No, he is right in the sky.

Zong Jue shouldn't have gotten drunk so easily. He didn't drink too much or in a hurry, and he didn't drink on an empty stomach, but maybe it was because the environment in the courtyard was so easy to relax. Emotions occupied his brain, the surroundings were quiet and there were no noisy people, and Xiaohuwan was also a trustworthy good boy, so he indulged the spreading of those loose emotions that floated up, slowing down the speed of the brain and the reaction of the body , it took a second to realize what had happened even when Xiaohumaru grabbed his wrist.

Xiaohuwan stared at Zong Jue's eyes, those dark eyes were no longer as sharp as before, which made people feel flustered, and the confused colors seemed to be surrounded by a layer of mist, which seemed to be vague. The tail was slightly red because of the smell of alcohol, which greatly softened Zong Jue's sense of oppression.

No matter how gentle and amiable Zong Jue behaved in the past, the sense of oppression that made people dare not make mistakes dissipated, and at the same time, all kinds of small thoughts that were suppressed to death also burst into bubbles one by one, agitating It is hard to satisfy the desire to feed the full of thoughts and thoughts into practical actions.

"The main hall?" Xiaohuwan's hand holding Zong Jue's wrist has unconsciously rubbed the light blue blood vessels on the wrist, and he can feel the vibration of the blood vessels in his fingertips, which is a little faster than usual The beating, the body temperature is slightly higher than usual.

"Huh?" Zong Jue subconsciously responded to Xiaohuwan, not even noticing that there was something wrong with his and Xiaohuwan's current posture.

"The main hall..." Xiaohuwan's voice was close to sighing, and the emotions that were carefully hidden on weekdays became irresistible at this moment, making him both brave and timid.

He shouldn't be like this, even his splitting is more decisive than him - in the memories of those "little fox pills" that shattered and returned to him, the sharpness of being a knife and the wildness of being a fox are at the same time It is determined that he is not a cowardly and gentle character, but should be quite aggressive, but it must be known that his sharpness as a knife comes from Zong Jue's hard work, and his wildness as a fox comes from the inheritance given by Zong Jue , Facing his own forger, he has no chance of winning, so he can only bear it.

It's not that he is indecisive and hesitant to move forward, but that he is waiting for an opportunity that may give him a chance of winning.

He didn't know if it was the best opportunity right now, but he knew that he couldn't bear it any longer.

A restrained, cautious kiss landed on Zong Jue's wrist, Xiaohumaru looked up at Zong Jue's expression, and bit down hard before his dull forger classified it as a child acting like a spoiled child. , so hard that the tip of his tongue can taste the sweetness of blood, he is very familiar with this taste - when he was still ignorant and only existed in the ignorant consciousness in the knife, this taste was the first taste and the deepest memory in his memory.

Nothing has changed.

That's right, for Zong Jue, forging him was only a short time ago, and the time was so short that Zong Jue couldn't feel half of the forger's affection for him other than the sword.

It was really bad.

Xiaohuwan smiled lowly, his pointed canines were stained with blood.

Zong Jue's wine sobered up all at once, and he didn't even have time to give birth to a child. The shock and heartache of suddenly reaching the rebellious stage, the most important thing is to expel the filth from the underworld that runs along his own blood and tries to pollute Xiaohuwan's godhead, this thing A bit of it is the rhythm of falling into a god on the spot, and Xiaohumaru swallowed it directly without knowing what to do.

"Spit it out!" Watching Xiaohuwan stretch out his tongue to lick the blood from the corner of his lips, Zong Jue frantically tugged at Xiaohuwan's hand before he could input his spiritual power, and watched helplessly as the other's face got closer and closer, Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden pain in his lips, besides the taste of his own blood, he also tasted another taste, the same blood, but with the pure aura that only belonged to the God of Tianjin, haunting him who had not fully recovered The functioning brain became more and more sluggish, and then completely shut down.

In the final analysis, the power of Tianjin God comes from Izanaki, and the power of Huangquan God comes from Izanami in the final analysis. The original karma and aura in this world repel each other but attract each other, and the blood blends into a sweet and unusual sweetness. .

This time Zong Jue finally saw clearly that the color floating in Xiaohumaru's scarlet eyes was full of longing and desire.

run away.

Inari Daimyosami can only make this evaluation when she sees Zong Jue leaving in a hurry. She has known Zong Jue for so many years, but this is the first time she has seen him so groggy. Even the seemingly high-sounding reasons for repairing the relationship between father and son can't stand up to scrutiny at all, and instead show a bit of helplessness.

"You really found a good time." Inari shook his wine glass and smiled. If Zong Jue was a little drunk today, if he didn't trust Xiaohumaru so much that he was defenseless, if it wasn't for other things The gods consumed most of Zong Jue's mental energy, if it wasn't for the relaxing effect of the dry landscape garden, the overlapping of several times made Zong Jue feel as if he was facing the enemy with bare hands, and Xiaohumaru seized the opportunity to strike decisively. Barely gained the upper hand.

If you change the place and change the time...

Just push away and turn your face away from now on, and become a passerby who has slept once after a dewy marriage. The two endings are half and half.

Xiaohuwan caressed the soft and cool lips, and smiled lingeringly and dangerously: "Actually, I just wanted to take him to rest at first."

Zong Jue doesn't like overly lively banquets, and he happened to know such a good place to rest. At first, his thoughts were not in the slightest, but luck favored him this time.

It went so smoothly that even he himself felt incredible.

"Aren't you afraid that he will run away?" Inari asked.

"I won't run." Xiaohumaru replied, "If you want to run, you have to wait until after the meeting."

His main hall has a very cute workaholic attribute. No matter how lazy he is, the promised work will definitely be completed. He doesn't think that his influence can make Zong Jue abandon his principles.

——In fact, Zong Jue is now squatting in a corner several dozen worlds away from Izumo, sighing and seriously considering the possibility of disappearing from the world.

He has so many swords and swords to pay the gods, can't he be hidden by the gods? !

Being hidden from the gods is better than kissing your own child so dizzy and inseparable...

Zong Jue leaned his head against the wall, and began to reflect on what was wrong with his education.

No, Little Huwan was not raised by himself.

The author has something to say:

Monthly reading life: Ha ha :)

Little Fox Ball: (*￣︶￣)

Zong Jue: Sure enough, people should retire when they are old.

At present, Xiaohuwan has tasted a bit of sweetness, after all, it is the knife I couldn't ask for back then, but to be honest, how will the final outcome be...

who knows

Backstage... I guess it's going to blow up [Smoke]