Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

Yaken Toshiro has seen a lot of Yijin, Sihuadachi, said it is rare, but as long as those who are willing to work hard for a period of time can basically get it, he can always see aqua-colored short hair in Wanwu Tachi goes to and from the candy house or toy store to buy some candy or toys for his beloved younger brothers. In the government of the time, there are often royal imperial objects who are proficient in official documents and government affairs to submit reports to fight for resources. When the previous Honmaru was brought out, the government of Time specially arranged a one-time shock to appease their emotions, so that the little daggers would not be like frightened birds staying up all night.

But in so many first-stage shocks, Yaken Toshiro could no longer find his own first-stage brother.

That Yizheng remained on the battlefield forever, and the scarred blade was cut off with a single blow. He only had time to pick up half of the broken blade stuck in the soil, and turned his head to hurriedly pick up the only thing left to protect him. Duties of brothers.

He didn't even have a chance to find the remaining half-cut blade until he left the Honmaru, but of course he couldn't find it helplessly.

Now the other half of the broken blade that he couldn't find on the battlefield was quietly lying in front of the Buddhist altar. Although the ominous black air lingered on the blade, he would never mistake his brother's broken blade.

The gap at the tip of the knife was left by the enemy sword, and the scratch on the spine was the wound when Akita blocked the enemy's gun—yes, Akita was still there at that time, but sometimes he felt that he would be better off dying on the battlefield.Yaken Toshiro curled up his fingers unconsciously, as if he could still feel the sticky touch of blood flowing through his fingers.

No one will hurt them anymore.He stroked the broken blade carefully, fearing that this was just a dream of his own.

"That..." Someone patted him on the shoulder, and when he turned around, he saw Zong Jue squatting in front of him with a bitter face, as if he had done something terrible, and said cautiously, "Don't be too sad...Really, if it's not possible, I will Just go to Gao Tianyuan and follow Yiqi Yizhen to snatch the spirit here..." He raised his eyes and peeked at Yaken Toshiro's expression as he spoke, Zong Jue could sense everyone in Honmaru no matter how he didn't remember anything. He was very good to him, besides, his body knew it well, Ye Gan's physique allowed him to recover very quickly, if he left a mess for the future self who was said to be sinister, cunning and vicious, he might be tricked back.

The first son and the second son squatted obediently beside Zong Jue, looking at Yaken Toshiro with pure and innocent eyes, "We will help too." "Hmm, don't be sad."

The golden hoop stick plucked at the hair on the ear, "You have to get me one."

Yaken Fujishiro was stunned for a moment before laughing, shaking his head and said, "I'm fine... If nothing goes wrong, the other half should be with me."

How could he make a mistake, he even remembered every notch on the blade clearly, so how could he admit his mistake.

It's just that if it's broken, it's broken. Even if all the pieces are found, those scars can't be restored, it's just barely pieced together to form a shape.

Jiang Xue tapped the wooden fish lightly on the left text, and chanted the scriptures of super-salvation in a low voice-no one knows whether this is useful, but listening to the gentle and low voice of chanting, looking at the burning incense Thin smoke drifted out, and Yaken Toshiro suddenly felt blurry in front of his eyes.

Oops, the emotions that had calmed down a long time ago stirred up in his chest, and he unknowingly shed a few tears.

He blinked, and seemed to see an erratic phantom on Broken Blade.

Really...Yakuken Toshiro patted his cheek to restrain his sadness, and knelt down beside Jiang Xue Zuowenwen with his younger brothers.

In fact, it’s probably not enough to say how sad it is. When he should be sad, he has no conditions to cry and grieve. He is exhausted just by living every day. Too many things have annihilated what should be heavy in his heart. Grief is like an old wound that is weighed down by too many new wounds, so it doesn't hurt so much.

"Brother Yaoken..." Wu Hutui and Maeda Toshiro hugged Yaken Toshiro from left to right, and patted his back.

Well, in fact, among them, the one who really has a deep affection for Yiqi Yijin and relies on him is Yaken Toshiro, and for Wuhutai and Maeda Toshiro, the one who protects them is more like an elder brother. Yaken Toshiro - They are weak and easily injured. Even before the opening of the Ikedaya night battle battlefield, they were considered useless by many gods and thrown into the Honmaru to do odd jobs. The short knives that are used for a short period of time are always updated very quickly. Wu Hutui and Maeda Toshiro don't even know which number they are in Honmaru. Dare to approach.

The only person in the Honmaru who has not changed is Yaken Toshiro. As the main force of forging knives and clerical work, he always has such a little bit of special treatment, so that he will not be killed by the judge alone and die worthless.

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't be able to come up with so much evidence to bring down the former god judge.

In the middle of the night, the knives couldn't bear the drowsiness, knelt down and fell asleep, even if Yaken Toshiro tried hard to stay awake, he couldn't resist the drowsiness, and soon fell asleep with his head hanging down. .

"I'll take them back to sleep." Gexian Kanesada smiled helplessly, holding up the small knives one by one in each hand, and Zongsan Zuofuji, who came out to the bathroom in the middle of the night with Xiao Ye Zuofuji, saw it and helped take one away— —Because of Zong Jue's recent spiritual instability, the temperature in the Honmaru is not very pleasant after nightfall, especially with the wind blowing through the hall, and it is very likely that he will catch a cold after sleeping all night.

Carried the small dagger back to Awataguchi's room, laid out the quilts one by one and covered them with the quilt, Wuhutai and Maeda Toshiro turned over and hugged the quilt without feeling it, Yaken Toshiro frowned and struggled to half-open The eyes were gently comforted by Zong Sanzuo's words and fell asleep.

Xiaoye Zuowen yawned and fell asleep in his brother's arms.

The corridor at night is very quiet, even if you step on the floor with bare feet, you can hear subtle noises.

"There are no stars tonight." Zong San Zuowen suddenly said.

Kasen Kanesada looked sideways, and the courtyard outside the corridor was shrouded in bright moonlight, as if covered with a layer of veil. Looking up, there was only a bright moon hanging high in the dark sky, and there were no traces of half a star.

"But the flowers are all in bloom." He said, stopping to look at the courtyard full of flowers trembling in the wind, "Compared with the stars, isn't the blooming flowers like brocades different?"

It's not a very famous flower, clusters are blooming everywhere, the flowers are not so big, just enough to be surrounded by leaves and branches, red, white, blue and purple, all kinds of colors are painted by the moonlight. There is a layer of shallow silver pearl, like a gemstone falling among emeralds.

Kasen Kanesada plucked off a flower and sniffed lightly, only could smell the fresh fragrance of grass and trees, but the fragrance of flowers was very faint.

"I read a book once," said he, "that the stars are jewels in the sky, and when they fall on the earth they bloom."

He held up the flowers in his hand in front of Zongsan Zuowen, "We have a whole yard of stars falling down."

"... Oh." Zong San Zuo Wenwen nodded in agreement, and began to think about how he got along happily with this man after he was short-lived.

He just described in general that there are no stars at night.

Walking along the corridor and walking through the courtyard, the room of Kasen Kanesada is to the left, and the room of the left script is to the right, so they bowed politely and said good night to each other, Sosan's untied long hair slipped from behind the ears, and was blown to Kasen by the wind In front of Kanesada.

"It's very beautiful." He couldn't help admiring, "It's like a plum blossom."

Zong San Zuowen brushed his hair behind his ears and said with a smile, "I thought you would say it was cherry blossoms."

"It's more like cherry blossoms in color." Kasen Kanesada scratched his cheek embarrassedly, "But for some reason, it looks more like plum blossoms."

Maybe it's because compared to the sad and mournful cherry blossoms, Zongsan Zuowen, who still has a sword in front of him, is more arrogant and aggressive. It seems that no matter what kind of bad situation he is in, he can always bloom as beautiful as the snow-covered flowers.

"That's right..." Zong San Zuowen lowered his voice, and the last few words slowly slipped out from his throat, "I'm so flattered."

Xiao Ye Zuowen in his arms sneezed a little, dazedly opened his eyes and rubbed against his skirt, and said vaguely: "Haven't you gone back yet?"

"We'll be there soon." Zong San Zuo Wenwen stroked his younger brother's hair, then slightly bowed and turned into another corridor. The night wind was cold, and children would catch a cold if they blow too much.

As he thought so, one son and two sons sneezed twice in the hall, sniffed and accepted the coat Zong Jue handed over.

"It's so beautiful." Zong Jue sighed, lying on the table and staring at the broken blade, "The blade is like ice."

Of course, you can’t expect Zong Jue, who doesn’t know how to forge at all, to be able to say any high-level appreciation. From the appearance alone, the body has the elegance and clarity that lives up to the name of the royal family, even if it is broken, it looks good. no.

"It would be great if it could be repaired." Like Zong Jue, Jin Choubang lay on the table, "It's a pity that I don't know anyone who can use weapons."

They are all popular in refining their own weapons. There are basically no professional forging weapons. Most of them find good materials and refine them directly into weapons they like. Compared with technology, they are more concerned about the quality of raw materials and luck. He will cultivate it like a half body. If he really wants to say it, he himself is a clear example. No matter how famous the name of the Ruyi Golden Cudgel is, he is just a stick, or a stick that is too long to use all the raw materials. A stick that is too heavy to feel right.

Well, even the nine-tooth nail rake of his master's second junior brother is more technical than him.

"I heard that I will be able to fight weapons in the future." Zong Jue secretly reached out and touched the blade that seemed to glow under the moonlight, "But when I recover, I won't be able to see it."

"Speaking of which, do those two like you?" Jin Cudgel gestured at Xiaohuwan and Yueyueming, "The way they look at you is similar to the way the king of the Daughter Kingdom looked at my master and master. of."

"They like me in the future." Zong Jue shrugged indifferently, "I really can't imagine that my taste will be so strange in the future."

"Eh!?" Jin Choubang's eyes widened gossipingly, "Don't you like that? Because they are all public?"

"Male and female are not a problem." Zong Jue curled his lips, "I like pointed ears, preferably upright ears, and eyes like this—" Feeling that the description is not very specific, Zong Jue quickly turned over and turned into a wild look "That's it. It's best to be slender. A little fatter is acceptable. It's better to have more brownish red fur and longer. The tail has to be..."

Ye Gan's talent is change. He changed his appearance while talking. The golden cudgel and the first son and the second son held their chins and looked at it for a long time. They shook their heads honestly and said, "I don't think there is any difference."

"You can see that there is no difference." Zong Jue didn't bother to change back to human form, so he jumped on the chair and licked his tail twice. "For us, the difference is still very big."

"Ah, personality doesn't matter." Zong Jue finally added.

"Character," "Isn't it important?" asked the first son and the second son.

"It's not important to us." Zong Jue adjusted his posture and began to lick his paws. Licking fur is like cleaning. Once you tidy up a table, you can't help but want to clean it all, "Anyway, during the estrus period I basically do it when I'm in estrus, and I won't meet again after the estrus period."

That's why you need to find the same race, no matter the male or the female, they are all natural scum who live out their estrus and live through the estrus period. After a few days, they parted ways, and when they were fighting for territory, they were torn to death. No matter how affectionate he was during his estrus, he vowed to each other forever.

I heard that foxes in this world and in the heavens will form regular partners, probably because of the changes in habits caused by different growth environments.

"It's not the same as the stories I read before." Jin Choubang said, "The vixen in the story likes to find young scholars."

"Fox spirit?" "Scholar?" The first son and the second son tilted their heads to the sides, clenched their fists and knocked on their palms and said in unison:

"Little San!"

If King Yan Mo is here at this time, he will probably start to doubt whether the TV programs that Ghost Lantern showed them are really suitable for children to watch.

"Little San?" Golden Cudgel, who is out of touch with the times because Lingshan is not connected to the Internet, asked curiously, "What is that?"

Zong Jue, whose memory was still stuck in thousands of years ago, looked at the first son and the second son incomprehension.

"It's just..." The first son and the second son looked at each other, "What is it?"

Well, it seems that they just remembered this word.

While chatting happily, Jin Cudgel suddenly moved his ears, jumped up and pulled out his body, and shouted sharply at Duanren on the table: "Where is the evildoer!"

Zong Jue raised his head and sniffed the smell in the air, stood up with a frown, his figure suddenly grew dozens of times to block one and two, and pointed his claws at Duanren, "Come out!"

One son and two sons are just little monsters who are hundreds of years old, and they can't quite distinguish the subtle trend of the spiritual power in the air, but in the perception of the golden cudgel and Zong Jue, some kind of strange spiritual power is being activated in a subtle cycle The split spirit in Broken Blade, which has been disintegrated in a bad way, is said to be strange, probably because it is really difficult to tell where the spiritual power comes from. It stands to reason that spiritual power should have its own attributes, but this spirit The power is like the filth in the underworld and has a subtle Buddha nature. There is also a faint aura from Gao Tianyuan. The several auras that are clearly repelling each other are wonderfully integrated into one, stimulating every trace of the long-silent soul. wisdom.

"Wow--"

One son and two sons pulled on Zong Jue's front legs, and then crawled along the front legs to the back, condescendingly making a surprised sound——

The halo appeared on the Broken Blade, but it didn't merge into one, the broken part still couldn't stick together, and then they saw two figures emerged from the Broken Blade, one quietly closed his eyes as if he had fallen into an endless sleep , short water-colored hair fell softly on her cheeks, her face was delicate and gentle, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. Even when she opened her eyes and found that her situation was subtle and what she saw was far beyond imagination, she still smiled. Vibrate, go up."

another……

The golden cudgel dodged the knife that was swung at him, and kicked the person out. When it landed, he stuck out his tongue guiltily and asked Zong Jue in a low voice, "Did the kick not break it?"

Zong Jue moved his paw away and squinted at the person under his paw, nodded and said, "It's still alive."

"That's good, that's good." Jin Chou Bang patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief.

It wasn't that he was too careful, but that he didn't know how to deal with such a patient who looked like a seriously wounded person. Besides, Yaoyan and his brothers were very kind to him. What if it is broken again?

"Kill...kill..." The same pretty face, but like a ghost, was full of murderous intent and madness. There was no clarity in the scarlet eyes, and they were numb and stared wide. The short water-colored hair couldn't see the original color at all. Black and red are intertwined, extending from the hair to the face, and the blood that has long been congealed and the new blood on the body are mixed together, and it is unknown how many wounds are hidden under it.

No reason, no mind, even if he was completely suppressed, he still waved the knife in his hand mechanically. There was a huge wound on his waist and abdomen that almost tore the entire body, so huge that he could almost see the internal organs inside—however He couldn't see anything, he was like a hollow puppet, only blood flowed out from the hollow, and when it dripped, it turned into mist and lingered, maintaining his remaining vitality.

One strike and one strike and...one strike and one strike.

Zong Jue blinked, and thoughtfully lent her coat to the previous one, and wrapped her undergarment for the next one—after being knocked out.

By the way, I would like to remind all the god judges, if there is no scabbard when summoning the sword man, the sword man will have no clothes to wear.

The first issue—the previous one—takes Zong Jue's feathered drape, and the smile on the corner of his lips is just right: "Thank you very much... May I ask the Lord Judge—?"

"He," "That's right." The first son and the second son pointed to Zong Jue.

"Go and settle down first, let's talk about it tomorrow." Zong Jue rubbed his blood-stained paws on the ground, lowered his head and picked up the first one—the last one—in his mouth, "I'll take him to find an empty room."

Such a bloody body cannot be seen by children.

"Okay." The previous issue nodded with a smile, "Where are my younger brothers?"

"This way." The first son and the second son who wanted to see the excitement took the initiative to lead the way, "I will live next to them. You can sleep with me tonight."

"That's really helpful." Yiqi smiled gratefully, "I haven't asked your name yet?"

Tsukiyomi was awakened by the smell of blood, but soon he knew the reason.

Wherever the moon shines, it is his eyes and ears.

Not only did he know what happened, he also knew that Zong Jue was having a headache right now.

The one who was taken away by Zong Jue, well, let’s call it Hei Yiqi for now, Yue Duoming decided on his own, even if Hei Yiqi was knocked out, he would not be very safe, so he walked all the way with it in his mouth The blood flowed all the way, and after losing consciousness for a short time, he woke up at an unimaginable speed. The weak spirit body, which was supported by such a short breath, attacked desperately as if it had overdrawn its life, even if Zong Jue didn't fight back and let him hit He will also be exhausted.

It was like a programmed machine, repeating the same actions until the energy was exhausted.

Now Zong Jue's ability is very easy to kill him, but it is somewhat difficult to restrain him.Yue Duoming stood up in his clothes, and the moonlight condensed between his fingers, turning into a chain.

With Yueyomi's help tying up the person from top to bottom, Zong Jue was able to take a breath and transform into a human form. Yueyiming transported Heiqiqi to the bathroom and washed it vigorously for a long time before the original color of the skin was revealed in the black and red. Wash it out.

"So skinny." Zong Jue poked Hei Yiqi who looked like skin and bones, and was almost bitten hard. Although the knife was confiscated, Hei Yiqi's attack methods were far from limited to knives. Use it to attack.

"Ho...ho..." Hei Yiqiu writhed uncomfortably, Yue Read Ming sighed and drew a symbol on his forehead, and then he slowly closed his eyes and stopped moving.

"It's amazing." Zong Jue said with emotion.

"You will do it in the future." Yue Duming said with a smile, "You taught me this."

When they were bandaging Kuro Ichiki's wound, another one - let's call it Shiro Ichiki. He was sitting beside Yaken Toshiro, watching his brother's sleeping face intently, and gently stroking his face. back.

"It's okay." His tone was like a sigh, "Brother will protect you."

"Do not be afraid……"