By the time the two got off the car, they had arrived in a remote village. The surrounding area was deserted, with only a few small houses scattered around. There was no pedestrian at all.
"So biased?" Lin Qiye said in surprise.
"He has a somewhat withdrawn personality and doesn't like to live in crowded places." Haruki Amamiya said as he led the way forward, "Get off here because the driver only dares to drive here. There are barren mountains and cemeteries, and we still have to walk some distance into the mountains."
"Who is this knife repairman?"
"Legend has it that when the Kunitsu God, represented by the Lord Okunin, forged the nine-handled Fukutsu sword, in addition to several Kunitsu Gods who were good at it, the people who participated in the forging were also specially invited to have the most skilled swordsmiths in the world. In ancient times, Yue Yugui.
After Kozuki Yuki teamed up with other Kokujin Gods to create the Nine Fukutsu Swords, he thought it was the most amazing work in his life, so he asked the Okuninushi God to let him become the sword soul of the last sword, hoping that he would be able to use it like this The form coexists with the Fujin sword forever, completely integrated with his own work.
Later, the main god of the country agreed to his request.
After Gu Yue Yugui gave the first eight swords souls, he pierced his heart with the ninth sword, fell into the lava together, and used some kind of ritual to merge his soul with the sword, and finally became The soul of the ninth sword. "
Lin Qiye thought thoughtfully, "In other words, the forger of the Fujin Sword has become the soul of the ninth sword, so the ninth sword has the power to repair other Fujin Swords?"
"Yes, but this is only at the level of knowledge. As the soul of the sword, he cannot forge and repair the other eight swords himself. Therefore, the successors of each generation of the ninth sword are strangers who are good at forging." Amamiya Qinghui continued,
"The sword repairman we are looking for is the sword master of this generation's Ninth Sword of Fujin."
"But, didn't you say that the Fujin sword won't break? Why does it need to be repaired?"
"You're asking the right question." Haruki Amamiya sighed helplessly, "Because the Futsu sword itself is indestructible, the ninth sword has the ability to repair the Futsu sword, which makes it particularly useless. , it has not been used a few times so far, and the ability of this sword itself is not very offensive. This is why the ninth sword has gradually faded out of the Pure Land's vision.
Unless the sword soul of the Fujin Sword is damaged due to some very special circumstances, someone will find the whereabouts of the owner of the Ninth Sword and ask him to repair the Fujin Sword."
"Then how did you find him?"
"My master took me to find him back then."
"I see."
Lin Qiye followed Amamiya Haruki as he climbed up the mountain step by step. The sky in the distance gradually darkened, the deep forest in the mountains became darker and darker, and the barren graves that happened to pass by around him became eerie.
Of course, it is impossible for such an environment to have any impact on Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki.
Even if something dirty really jumps out, they don't mind drawing their swords and acting as a demon slayer.
The two walked along the mountain road for a long time, passing by cemeteries one after another. When the tokens around their waists shone slightly, they finally saw a few rays of light deep in the forest ahead.
It was a short Japanese-style ancient house, covering a large area, but it looked very old. The dark gray exterior wall surrounded the entire ancient house. The walls were full of dense spider webs and cracks, and there were a few slight wisps of them. Bright light came from the house behind the wall, floating in the dark night sky. Against the backdrop of the surrounding deep forest, it inexplicably added a sense of eerieness.
This place doesn't look like a place where normal people live.
Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki walked to the door. The latter reached out and knocked gently. After a while, the door slowly opened.
A burly figure, wrapped in black cloth, with sunken eyes and a haggard, zombie-like figure, stood behind the door. A gray long knife hung on his waist. The moment Lin saw his face, Lin Qiye thought that the head of a nearby cemetery had climbed out and opened the door for them.
His mental power instantly swept over the other person, and after confirming that he was a living person, he breathed a sigh of relief.
That zombie, that dead fish-like eyes swept across Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki, and finally stayed on Amamiya Haruki for a moment, and the hand on the handle of the knife relaxed.
"It's you," he said hoarsely, "when you knocked on the door in the middle of the night, I thought I had seen a ghost."
Lin Qiye:
I guess even if a ghost knocks on the door, the ghost will be the one who gets scared, right
"You don't sleep at night anyway, so it's not a disturbance, right?" Amamiya Haruki raised an eyebrow.
"Come in, it's dark outside and it's scary."
The man opened the door and made a way. Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki walked in one after another. He closed the door with his backhand and locked it with an iron lock as big as a fist. Then he turned and walked towards the house.
He led the two of them walking on the dim wooden corridor, and the soles of his feet stepped on the floor, making a harsh creaking sound. There were dark rooms on both sides, covered with dust, and it seemed that they had not been used for a long time.
Lin Qiye watched helplessly as he led them past the reception room and straight to the open-air courtyard. The courtyard was filled with heavy forging tools. A stove was placed in the center, and the flames inside were not extinguished.
The man took out two small benches from somewhere, blew the dust with his mouth, and placed them on the ground.
"Sit down, want some tea? I don't have any."
Lin Qiye:
"I won't drink." Amamiya Haruki casually sat down on one of the benches and looked around, "It's been four years, but nothing has changed here."
"He is the master of Fujin's ninth sword, Furuhara Yoshiki. This is my friend, Asaba Nanaya." Amamiya Haruki briefly introduced the two of them, and Lin Qiye smiled politely at him.
Furuhara Yoshiki didn't answer, and just looked straight at Amamiya Haruki, with those dead fish eyes in the deep black sockets, which was scary no matter how he looked.
"Are you alright?"
"have."
Amamiya Haruki turned to look at Lin Qiye, "Where's the knife?"
Lin Qiye came to his senses, took off the black box behind him, placed it on the ground and opened it. The two broken snow-white swords were lying there quietly, shining with a cold light in the light of the fire.
Before coming, Lin Qiye summoned Zhan Bai in advance and put it in a box containing straight knives.
"See if you can repair this sword." Amamiya Haruki said.
Furuhara Yoshiki walked to the black box, squatted down, and slowly picked up the two long knives. The eyes of the dead fish suddenly radiated vitality, and he carefully observed the knives.
After a long time, he nodded.
"No problem, give me five days."
Hearing his determined tone, Lin Qiye was a little surprised. It seemed that this swordsman was indeed quite capable.
Amemiya Haruki didn't seem surprised by this, and said again: "It's fixed, let's give it a sword spirit by the way."
Furuhara Yoshiki was stunned.
He turned his head stiffly, "Are you kidding me?"