Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

Although Zong Jue said that he left Izumo impulsively, he really didn't intend to run away. After all, people can't fail. Of course, the promised work must be done well. No matter what, he has to deal with Izumo before thinking about other things.

He dragged the drunk Tianjin Hikone Ming with one hand and recalled the schedule of the meeting a little bit. Very well, these days are all kinds of boring banquets that can be attended or not. Even if this does not happen, he is still planning to find Inari To prevaricate, the agenda that must be attended as a representative of Huangquan is basically arranged in the second half - the more important the character, the more he likes to be late. This is also true for gods, like him and Inari God, who will be on time On the contrary, it is a minority among the few among the high-ranking gods.

Zong Jue decided to send Tianjin Hikone's life to Yimulian as he said first, and leave the troublesome father to his mature son to deal with. During the years when their father and son quarreled, he didn't push one by one into Santuchuan to let them It is already very face-saving to be sober and sober.

Before he set off, he spent about 5 minutes straightening out his messy mind. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't help but smile and sigh that he was actually overturned in the gutter. All psychological defences.

Changed to the self hundreds of years ago, it is estimated that something is wrong as soon as you walk into the courtyard.

The boat capsizes, and you can’t forcefully pretend that it doesn’t exist. Zong Jue shook his head and smiled. Xiaohuwan was surprised that he had such thoughts, but it was just a little surprised. As a god, none of his identities are as upright as human beings imagine. The powerful and high-ranking Huangquan God has never lacked admirers, nor is he so pure that he has no experience at all. He was also young. It's not uncommon to have a wild day.

Speaking of it, compared to those crazy bees and butterflies who used to chase after him, Xiaohumaru's methods can be regarded as extremely restrained and cute.

Zong Jue casually closed his half-opened skirts, and took some time to look at the surrounding environment.

A very ordinary forest——an ordinary forest that makes people feel weird in every sense, with dense green shade like a cover, thick and tall trunks, and you can see the birds jumping and moving on the trees, and the thick moss under your feet If you step on it carelessly, you will not be able to slip. There are almost indistinguishable snakes entangled on the branches. When a bird suddenly rises violently and swallows a bird, there is a huge eagle rushing down with its wings flashing and then rising instantly, and its claws are firmly attached. Grab a snake with a thick forearm for extra meals.

The hunting was so fast that it ended before people could react in an instant, so fast and light that there was no unnecessary movement, only a few brushes and brushes between the leaves, and the silence returned.

The silence in the woods is a little frightening. There are thick fallen leaves piled up on the woods where no one has set foot for many years, and the fallen leaves decay into dark mud in places where the sky rarely shines. What fierce battle happened, the thick trunk honestly recorded those deep scratches, obviously not the marks left by wild animals, the fracture has the unique sharp arc of the sword, the knife cut deep into the trunk and pulled out immediately. Such scars will be left behind, and with the passage of time, such scars will gradually become the hardest part of the tree, and the knotted dark protrusions climb on the tree, like the scars on a person's body, showing the past wounds. pain.

The traces on the tree have not had time to form such knots. The smooth cut surface is covered with a thin layer of green moss, and occasionally one or two mushrooms with round heads and covers emerge from the gaps. It only takes a few days in the humid woods to recover. Being able to form such a scene, these traces are still very fresh, indicating that the battle has not been too long.

Therefore, it is also possible to tell where the knife marks start and end. Several parties in the battle used different knives, and the difference between the knife marks is clearly visible. The deepest and widest knife marks are undoubtedly the marks left by the naginata. The narrow gaps come from short knives. There are very few traces on Tai katana, but the knife marks are the most smooth and neat. Just looking at the fracture, you can tell that it will be a good knife.

Zong Jue walked a short distance along the direction where the knife marks continued, and kicked a stone under his feet.

No, it's not a stone. After a closer look, I found the naked mottled red from the green moss. This is not a stone, but a part of the torii gate.

Zong Jue looked around and found a lot of messy and scattered "stones". They were all once part of the torii. To build such a torii, there must have been a very prosperous shrine here.

There are tall eaves that imitate Chinese architecture, and the carvings on the beams and columns are exquisite and gorgeous. Even when the shrine has fallen and no one comes, you can still hear the ethereal and gentle bells echoing by gently shaking the dusty bells, as if There are still gods blessing this place.

But Zong Jue knew that the gods who protected this place had already left. He had no way of knowing which god was enshrined here, but it was probably an extremely powerful high-ranking god, so the shrine was still surrounded by gods after leaving for so long. Shrouded by the glory of the gods, the glory of the gods is the nemesis of all kinds of evil and filthy things. The traces of the battle disappeared at the break of the torii gate. After cutting down a lot of trees, Zong Jue also found an inconspicuous dark color in the moss, exuding a faint smell of blood.

He is very familiar with that special smell of blood that does not belong to humans. He can smell it every time he buys his own swordsman. Only the blood of Sword Fusangshen can carry this peculiar smell.

This is not good news.

Zong Jue threw Tianjin Hikone Ming, who was muttering that he was not very honest, aside, and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​leaving directly.

As a god judge, he couldn't leave the suspected injured sword Fusangshen alone. He looked at the shrine in front of him that exuded an uncomfortable coercion, rolled up his sleeves and walked in.

I knew that he shouldn't be wearing this suit. It's not very convenient to move around because it's too cumbersome. When going up the steps, I have to lift the hem of the clothes a little bit, otherwise it's easy to step on it. I walked around the dusty shrine It was covered in dirty cobwebs.

Clothes are out of order.Zong Jue dusted off the dust on his body and checked the rooms of the shrine one by one. Most of the rooms had not been lived in for at least decades, and the dust was several inches thick. Some mountain spirits would jump out when the door was opened. Small monsters like tree spirits, Zong Jue was also scared by Zong Jue when they were scared enough, but since there are still mountain spirits and tree spirits active, he should not be in modern times. Skip the timeline, now he should be at least 600 years ago.

——Because of the rapid development of human science and technology, in modern Japan, only the shadow of the tree spirit and mountain spirit can be found in the sea of ​​trees on Mount Fuji. Even if there are other places, they basically fall into an endless sleep, and they don’t know when they will wake up again. .

Among those dirty and dilapidated rooms, one was messy but obviously tidied up a little. There was no dust and cobwebs on the ground and it was swept away. Zong Jue opened the cabinet with half of the door and saw a bed. Neatly folded futon.

What is hidden under the bedding.

Zong Jue felt the fluctuation of spiritual power. The weak spiritual power, which was lifeless and on the verge of collapse, was almost undetectable. Under the protection of the spiritual power of the shrine, it was extremely difficult to slow down the speed of dissipation. sky.

In other words, hidden under the quilt was a knife that was so badly injured that it was on the verge of being broken and unable to maintain its human form.

It can be confirmed that he is a Touken man who has signed a contract with the government of time. The contract will keep Touken Fusangshen's spiritual power fluctuations at a unique frequency, which is completely different from the ordinary natural Fusangshen. If you look at the spiritual power fluctuations of Kohomaru, Utasen Kanesada, and Imaken, the spiritual power fluctuations of Kohomaru, Utasen Kansada, and Imaken are also different from those of the other swords, but the spiritual power fluctuations of the other swords are almost exactly the same.This design helps the Government of Time to enter the sword for unified management, and it is not necessary to adjust the threshold of spiritual power one by one during activities such as double experience, which greatly reduces the workload of the Government of Time.

At the same time, this is also the reason why the so-called Ou crooked situation will appear in the time-limited forging of knives. The principle of increasing the probability of a certain sword man is to enhance the spectrum resonance corresponding to its spiritual power fluctuations. Due to the spiritual power of sword men The power fluctuations are basically at the same frequency, and if one is enhanced, the rest will also be increased. Of course, during the restricted forging period, it will be easier than usual to forge a sword man with a higher rarity.

Well, Zong Jue's forge is an exception.

According to the information obtained by the Government of Time, the Time Retrospective Army seems to be planning an event similar to forging a knife for a limited time. It is a newly installed enemy knife. The specific situation is unknown, but it is enough to make the Government of Time nervous.

If the time retrograde army gets another character like the flame fan, it will be the rhythm of the group's destruction.

Zong Jue stretched out his hand to lift the quilt to see clearly which vibrating knife was inside, when he suddenly heard soft footsteps outside the door - he took off his shoes and tried his best to suppress the sound and approached quickly, the footsteps were so soft Even Zong Jue thought for a moment that he had heard wrong.

He suddenly turned around and pulled the corner of the quilt to lift up the quilt to form a barrier. Zong Jue's hand was already on the vibrating knife under the quilt while the cold light tore the quilt.

"Let go." Fu Sangshen, who looked like a young man, squinted his eyes, and when he narrowed his narrow and sharp pupils, there was a shocking coldness, his tone was flat but not angry, full of majesty.

Therefore, although his eyebrows are delicate and soft, and his long light pink hair is charming, he doesn't look feminine at all. Heroic and unruly seem to be deeply rooted in his bones. Before he notices his face, he will be overwhelmed by his power. Intimidate.

The blade in his hand was sharp and bright, and the two-foot-six-inch Taidao revealed an invincible fighting spirit. The light of the blade was as cold as autumn water, clear and cold.