Jiang Xue: Humph, I haven’t paid enough deposit, so my baby brothers won’t show you! Jiang Xue Zuo’s words think that his younger brother should have been off-spoken, and he doesn’t want to tell the other party the real reason he will know - in fact, before the God-Surveyor said that yesterday, he had already learned about this from his dream.

It was probably a kind of intuition. If you tell me this, my brother would feel even more worried about guilt.

Jiang Xuezuo raised her sleeves and sighed softly. She straightened her back helplessly and reached out to Zong San's head. When he looked up at himself in confusion, he gently stroked the top of his head and whispered: "I'm fine, I just want to know the reason for the matter."

Zong Sanzuo Wenzi looked at Jiang Xue who was leaning forward to touch his head. She was silent, but when the other party was about to stop, she quickly raised her hand to grab his wrist. They were both surprised. It was just a subconscious action, but he didn't want to let go. He grabbed Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi's hand and put it back on his head, rubbing his head gently against the palm of his hand.

A little surprised, Jiang Xuezuo's breathing was in the screen, and he had never seen Zong Sanzuo's words like this. Perhaps there was Xiaoye who was younger than himself. He showed more of a mature and more care for himself, and he wanted to be favored by himself like a younger brother. I have never heard of it, nor have I seen it.

Zong Sanzuo's words gently rubbed Jiang Xue's palm, slowly let go of his hands holding his wrist, lowered his head slightly, and there was a flowing light in his blue eyes, filled with tears, shining like pearls, sliding down his cheeks, crying silently.

Jiang Xuezuo's eyes widened with a rare look, quickly took out his handkerchief, and didn't care about touching his head. He got up and walked quickly to Zong Sanzuo's side, gently wiped away his tears with the handkerchief, and said softly: "Zong San, don't cry or cry. If you have something, tell me, I've been here all the time..."

"Brother..." Zong Sanzuo's lips were pursed, and looked up and showed a smile, which made Jiang Xuezuo's words feel more distressed.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi felt a heavy blow in his chest. The beautiful brother with pear blossoms and rain smiled at him. He subconsciously said: "Zong San, you said, you can do anything you want me to do."

Maybe this is the manifestation of the symptoms of patients with serious illnesses↑

Zong Sanzuo Wenzi shook his head lightly, wiped away the tears, raised his hand and held Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi's hand, and smiled and said, "No, as long as the brother is still with us, this is enough."

Jiang Xuezuo's words blinked her eyes, and inexplicably felt deceived.

Zong Sanzuo continued to say in words: "Brother, I will tell you everything you want to know as long as I know."

Jiang Xuezuo's eyes lit up, and she felt that the source of her nightmare could finally be found.

"Actually, I don't know much," Zong Sanzuo said, carefully speaking, "I came later than my brother. When I came, there were more people in the Pillar, including Taidao and Dataidao, and there were basically no Knife and Shortdao, but Xiaoye had already arrived."

He chuckled, his eyes bent, his sleeves raised and his face half-covered, "This is probably the legendary 'European' bloodline of the God-Surveyer, so there are basically no common swords, but there are all rare and rare swords, and they are not left behind at all."

"The God-Surveyed?" Jiang Xuezuo's words were silent for a moment and muttered. If you remember correctly, the God-Surveyed One said that she was her first forging knife. In addition, what San Riyue Sect said recently, that is, the God-Surveyed One in the sects should be the previous one.

"Yes, the God-Surveyer I'm talking about is the God-Surveyer of the previous Honmaru. She is a good person. She took over the purified Dark Fallen Honmaru and forged a new sword. After less than a year of serving, she has achieved the achievement of the full picture book." Zong Sanzuo thought for a while and briefly introduced it.

Then he talked about the situation of the Hon Pill, "I don't know much, I just know that this Hon Pill was originally a dark fallen pill, but for some reason, the Shizhi government wanted to recycle it again, retained a few swords, and all the others were solved, and finally it came to the hands of the God-Surveyor?"

"When it comes to this, I am not very clear about the matter of the God-Surveillancer. She gave us a lot of freedom. Everyone brought back the short sword and the sword by themselves. Xiaoye and I also brought back the battlefield by our brother. And she also left us a lot of money, but they didn't show up in front of us. They liked to play in the world, but they cultivated our independence."

Zong Sanzuo recalled the words and suddenly smiled, "I just probably know that the first sword of the God-Studying Master is the San Riyue Sect. At that time, he was directly impressed by the beauty of San Riyue, and then he elope... Cough, no, he took San Riyue to explore the world."

Jiang Xuezuo's words opened his eyes wide and elopeed? His Highness San Riyue is the most beautiful sword. It is normal for the god-studying person to like the other person's appearance, but elopement or something. When he thought of the dark and natural character of San Riyue Sect, he suddenly felt an incredible feeling:

——I actually abducted and investigated the gods, but I didn’t expect you to be like this for three days and moons!

——I usually look quite steady, but it turns out that I have a rebellious period...

Sanri Moon Sect is near: No, wait, listen to my explanation, this is not the case!

He touched his chin and began to think about the possibility of isolating Jiang Xuezuo's text and the owner of Oroka Esue Snowsai in all aspects.

Jiang Xue Zuo Wenzi didn't know what he was thinking, but just watched him raise his hand and hold his hand, pulling him forward naturally, without choosing to break free. Jiang Xue's eyes were filled with a faint mist. In the blink of an eye, a drop of tears quietly slid down her cheeks, blending into her clothes, and no trace was found.

A red table flag crosses the brown log low table, and a few symmetrical black square plates on the left and right are embellished with red dishes. In the white tea bowl is a swaying roasted tea, a portion and fruit are placed next to it, and the daffodils and primrose in a single flower utensil are still beautiful.

Jiang Xuezuo Wenzi gently picked up the tea bowl and took a sip on his mouth. The familiar taste filled his mouth. He put it down expressionlessly, and then held the chopsticks to eat and fruit. His cold expression could not make people notice the huge turmoil that arose in his heart.

This sense of familiarity really made him cry unavoidably. Even though he had always acted as his brother's responsibility, from the time he was born to the time he met Zong San later, the person in front of him, Jiang Xue, was the authentic Jiang Xue, who had raised his father's existence, and made him call him "Master", and let him touch his head and make him tease him.

But the fire in Osaka Castle took away not only the memories of Yi Zhen and Fuji Shiro, but also his master, one of the works of Authentic Essay and Authentic Goro, who possessed a completely different "authentic" carving knife inscription from other things, but also lost his vitality in the fire and disappeared.

It is rare to be able to meet again. Now that we can taste the tea that has been separated by hundreds of years, Jiang Xuezuo's writing suddenly felt like he had no desire at this moment.

"Speaking of it, Esue Jun... Esue Jun is authentic. Do you know the current situation of Esue Jun? And Lord Abe Harumaki, you also know the exquisite Onmyoji from the time when Lord Kobayashi was in?" Hakata Fuji Shiro couldn't wait to ask. Maybe gossip was too important, and he didn't even bother to drink a sip of tea and taste a sip of refreshment.

"Don't God and Buddha both exist like that? What's the difference? Even if I believe in Buddha, it does not affect my becoming friends with Gods. After all, in a sense, I am also a god... "Jiang Xue authentic chuckled, holding a tea bowl, and his eyes remained on Jiang Xue Zuo's words. "At this time, Jiang Xue has not been born yet, but he has been a long time. Logically speaking, it shouldn't have not appeared yet. I was a little worried, so I went to find Qingminggong to see his life star and know his future."

"I am Taro Taro. As you can see, no matter how many people can't use it, so I was worshipped in the shrine. There has been a master so far." Taro Taro bowed silently and said seriously.

"As a protective knife, Fujishiro's short knife, which has excellent performance, is very popular. The merchants at that time all rushed to buy it as a gift. Among them, the Fujishiro obtained by the merchants of Hakata were me!" Fujishiro Hakata introduced himself very excitedly and proudly.

"That's it," Jiang Xue Zheng thought for a while, "I'm very happy to know you." After saying this, I fell into silence again. I knew what to say later. "I am Jiang Xue Zheng, Goro's authentic work. Although my authentic sword inscription is different from other authentic ones, it is indeed authentic. This is undoubtedly the case. Now it is Jiang Xuezhai's love sword, and it will probably be the same in the future..."

As he said this, probably because he thought of something. He closed his eyes and looked at Jiang Xuezuowen's hand holding in his hand. He raised his hand and gently leaned over to him. Seeing that he was hiding without any trace, his eyes darkened, and raised his hand to take a red hair rope from Haiqing, slid his fingers across his long hair, gently tied it up at the end of the hair, and even ripped a bow that was completely inconsistent with Jiang Xuezuowen's temperament.

"If you want to talk about such things, joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, life and death, are all disasters. What is the one in this world that escapes fate?" Jiang Xue's authentic fingers touched the end of Jiang Xue's left words and said softly.

"It is true. If there is more peace and less war in this world, it will be even more fortunate for the people to live and work in peace and contentment." Onibo Okameng Yusai laughed and took a sip of tea with grace.

Jiang Xuezheng glared at him, it must be this guy who taught my little apprentice!

Onoka Esuzeki's body trembled and looked around blankly, but could not find the reason for his dangerous feeling.

Several people were silent, and none of them spoke first, and the atmosphere was once quiet.

Until Jiang Xuezuo's words suddenly turned around and raised their hair, alarming Jiang Xuezhuo, who was still playing with his hair, Jiang Xuezhuo took back his hand and looked up at him in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Xuezuo's words glanced at him casually, without opening his mouth, but stared at the Jiang Xuezuo's words on Banbu's goblin. A faint light spread out on the scabbard of Jiang Xue's sword and gradually gathered on the side. The light spots swayed and finally condensed into a figure.

Jiang Xuezuo, who was in a child's state, tried to raise his baby's fat face. Looking at a group of "adults" who were much taller than him, blinked his eyes, and finally fixed his eyes on another self who was much larger, ignoring the dark blue man beside the other party. He stepped on his short legs, dragged his body, which was big and heavy for him now, and moved towards the other party bit by bit.

After finally moving to the front of the other party, he was blocked by Jiang Xue Yuan. Xiao Jiang Xue pouted, bulged her cheeks angrily, held the hilt of her knife, and dragged it to the side, finally avoiding Jiang Xue Yuan's block.
Chapter completed!