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By the time the two got out of the car, they had arrived at a remote village, surrounded by a deserted area, only a few small houses scattered around, and there were no pedestrians in sight.

"So off?" Lin Qiye asked in surprise.

"His personality is a bit withdrawn, and he doesn't like living in crowded places." Haruki Amamiya said as he led the way forward, "Get off here because the driver only dared to drive here. There are barren hills and cemeteries, and we have to go a little further into the mountains.”

"What is the background of this knife repairman?"

"It is said that when the God of Guojin, represented by the God of the Great Country, forged the nine-handled Fujin knife, in addition to several Guojin gods who were good at this skill, they also specially invited the most skilled knife forgers in the world. Yue Yugui.

After Gu Yue Yugui and other Guojin gods jointly forged the nine-handled Fujin knife, he thought it was the most amazing work in his life, so he asked the God of the Great Country to let himself be the soul of the last knife, hoping to use this The form, which coexists eternally with the Futsu knife, is completely integrated with one's own work.

Later, the Great Country God granted his request.

After Gu Yue Yugui endowed the first eight knives with a knife soul, he pierced his heart with the ninth knives, fell into the lava together, and used some kind of ritual to fuse his soul and knives into one, and finally became The soul of the ninth knife. "

Lin Qiye was thoughtful, "In other words, the forger of the Fujin Knife has become the soul of the ninth knife, so the ninth knife has the power to repair other Fujin knives?"

"That's right, but this is only limited to the level of knowledge. As the soul of the sword, he cannot personally forge and repair the other eight-handled swords, so the successors of the ninth sword in each generation are all strangers who are good at forging." Yu Gong Haruhi continued,

"The knife repairman we are looking for is the owner of the ninth knife of this generation."

"But, didn't you say that the Futsu knife would not break? Why would it need to be repaired?"

"You're asking the right question." Haruki Amamiya sighed helplessly, "Because the Futsu Knife itself is indestructible, the ninth sword has the ability to repair the Futsu Knife, which is particularly tasteless. , I haven't used it a few times until now, and the ability of this knife itself is not very aggressive, which is why the ninth knife has gradually faded out of the field of vision of [Pure Land].

Unless it is due to some extremely special circumstances that caused damage to the soul of Fujin Dao, someone will find the whereabouts of the master of the Ninth Sword and ask him to repair Fujin Dao..."

"Then how did you find him?"

"My master brought me to him back then."

"I see."

Lin Qiye climbed up the mountain step by step with Yugong Qinghui, the sky in the distance gradually dimmed, the deep forest in the mountain became darker and darker, and the deserted tombs that happened to pass by around it also became gloomy.

Of course, it is impossible for such an environment to have any impact on Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki.

Even if something unclean really jumped out, they didn't mind drawing their swords and being a ghost killing team.

The two walked along the mountain road for a long time, passing one after another cemetery, and when the badges on their waists were slightly shining, they finally saw a few rays of light in the depths of the forest in front of them.

It was a small old Japanese-style house with a large area, but it looked very old. The dark gray outer wall surrounded the whole old house. The walls were full of dense cobwebs and cracks, with a few strands The light came from the room behind the wall, floating in the dark night sky, against the backdrop of the surrounding deep forest, it inexplicably added a sense of weirdness.

This place doesn't look like a place where normal people live...

Lin Qiye and Yugong Qinghui walked to the door, the latter reached out and knocked on the door lightly, after a long while, the door slowly opened.

A burly figure wrapped in black cloth, with sunken eyes, haggard like a zombie stood behind the door, with a long gray knife hanging from his waist. The moment Lin saw his face, Lin Qiye thought that the head of a nearby cemetery crawled out and opened the door for them.

His mental power instantly swept over the opponent, and after confirming that it was a living person, he breathed a sigh of relief.

That zombie... No, that fish-like eyes swept over Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki, and finally stayed on Amamiya Haruki for a moment, and his hand on the handle of the knife relaxed.

"It's you..." He said hoarsely, "I thought I saw a ghost when you knocked on the door in the middle of the night."

Lin Qiye: ...

It is estimated that even if a ghost knocks on the door, the one who is frightened is also a ghost, right?

"Anyway, you don't sleep at night, so it's not a disturbance, right?" Amamiya Haruki frowned.

"...Come in, it's dark outside, it's scary."

The man opened the door and made way for Lin Qiye and Yugong Qinghui to go in one after another. He closed the door behind his back and locked it with an iron lock the size of a fist before turning around and walking towards the house.

He led the two of them on the dim wooden corridor, the soles of their feet stepped on the floor, making a harsh creaking sound. There were dark rooms on both sides, full of dust, and it seemed that they hadn't been used for a long time.

Lin Qiye watched helplessly as he led them past the reception room and walked straight to the open-air yard. There were heavy forging tools everywhere in the yard, and a stove was placed in the center, and the flame inside had not been extinguished.

The man took out two small benches from some corner, blew the dust with his mouth, and placed them on the ground.

"Sit down and drink tea? I don't have it."

Lin Qiye: ...

"Don't drink." Amamiya Haruki casually sat down on one of the benches, looked around, "It's been four years, and you haven't changed at all here."

"He is the ninth sword master of Futsu, Yoshiki Furuhara. This is my friend, Nanaya Asaba." Haruki Amamiya briefly introduced the two of them, and Lin Qiye smiled politely at him.

Yoshiki Furuhara didn't answer the words, just looked straight at Haruki Amamiya, those dead fish eyes were in the deep sunken black eye sockets, it was scary no matter how you looked at it.

"Are you alright?"

"……Have."

Yugong Haruki turned to look at Lin Qiye, "Where's the knife?"

Lin Qiye came back to his senses, took off the black box behind him, put it on the ground and opened it, two broken snow-white long knives were lying there quietly, shining coldly under the reflection of the fire.

Before coming, Lin Qiye summoned [Zhanbai] in advance and put it in the box containing the straight knife.

"Look, if you can repair this knife." Amamiya Haruki said.

Yoshiki Guhara walked up to the black box, squatted down, and slowly picked up the two long knives. The eyes of the dead fish suddenly radiated vitality, observing the knives carefully.

After a long time, he nodded.

"No problem, give me five days."

Hearing his determined tone, Lin Qiye was a little surprised. It seems that this knife repairer is indeed a bit skilled.

Amamiya Haruki didn't seem to be surprised by this, and said again: "It's fixed, let's give it a sword soul by the way."

Furuhara Yoshiki was taken aback,

He turned his head stiffly, "Are you kidding me?"