By the time the two got out of the car, they had arrived at a remote village, surrounded by barrenness, with only a few low houses scattered around, and no pedestrians in sight.

"So off-the-beaten-path?" Lin Qiye opened his mouth in surprise.

"He has a somewhat withdrawn personality and doesn't like to live in crowded places." Amamiya Haruki said as he led the way forward, "Get off here because the driver only dares to drive here, and further on, there are barren mountains and cemeteries, and we have to walk a little further into the mountains." ”

"What is the origin of this knife repairer?"

"Legend has it that when the god of Guojin, represented by the main god of the great country, built the nine-handled sword, in addition to several gods of Guojin who were good at this way, he also specially invited the most skilled knife forging person in the world, Gu Yue Yugui.

After Hiroki Furutsuki teamed up with other Kunitsu gods to create the Nine Troubled Blades, he thought that this was the most amazing work in his life, so he asked the main god of the great country to make himself the sword soul of the last sword, hoping that in this form, he could coexist with the Disaster Tsu Knife forever and completely integrate with his own work.

Later, the god of the great power granted his request.

After giving the sword soul to the first eight knives, Furutsuki pierced his heart with the ninth sword, fell into the lava together, and used some kind of ritual to fuse his soul with the knife, and finally became the sword soul of the ninth sword. ”

Lin Qiye thought thoughtfully, "In other words, the forging of the Wojin Knife has become the soul of the Ninth Sword, so the Ninth Knife has the power to repair other Wojin Knives?" ”

"That's right, but this is only at the level of knowledge, as a sword soul, he can't personally forge and repair the other eight swords, so the heirs of each generation of the ninth sword are all aliens who are good at the way of forging." Amamiya Haruki continued,

"The knife cultivator we went to find is the sword master of the ninth sword of this generation."

"But, didn't you say that the sword wouldn't break? Why do I need a fix? ”

"You're asking the right question." Amamiya Qinghui sighed helplessly, "It is precisely because the Disaster Knife itself is indestructible, so this Ninth Knife has the ability to repair the Disaster Knife, which is particularly chicken, and it has not been used a few times until now, plus the ability of this knife itself is not aggressive, which is why the Ninth Knife gradually faded out of the [Pure Land] vision."

Unless it is due to some very special circumstances that have caused damage to the soul of the Troubled Sword, someone will go to the whereabouts of the Ninth Knife Master and ask him to repair the Troubled Sword......"

"And how did you find him?"

"My master brought me to him back then."

"I see."

Lin Qiye followed Amamiya Qinghui 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 deserted graves that happened to pass by around became gloomy.

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

Even if something unclean does jump out, they don't mind drawing their knives and being a ghost slayer.

The two walked along the mountain road for a long time, passing by one cemetery after another, and waited until the token on their waists shone slightly, and finally saw a few rays of light in the depths of the mountain forest in front of them.

It is a small Japanese-style ancient house, covering a large area, but it looks very old, the dark gray exterior wall surrounds the entire ancient house, the wall is full of dense cobwebs and cracks, a few slight rays of light from the room behind the wall, floating in the dark night sky, in the surrounding deep forest against the background, inexplicably added some weirdness.

This place doesn't look like a normal person lives......

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

A burly figure, but wrapped in a black cloth, with deep sunken eyes, and a haggard figure like a zombie stood behind the door, with a long gray knife hanging from his waist, the moment he saw his face, Lin Qiye thought that the head of the surrounding cemetery had crawled out and came to open the door for them.

His spiritual power instantly swept over the other party, and after confirming that this was a living person, he breathed a sigh of relief.

That zombie ...... No, the man's dead fish-like eyes swept over Lin Qiye and Amamiya Haruki, and finally stayed on Amamiya Haruki's body for a moment, and the hand holding the hilt of the knife relaxed.

"It's you......," he said hoarsely, "I thought I was the hell when I came knocking in the middle of the night." ”

Lin Qiye: ......

I guess even if a ghost knocks on the door, it's a ghost who is scared, right?

"Anyway, you don't sleep at night, so it's not a bother, right?" Amamiya Haruki raised his eyebrows.

“…… Come in, it's dark outside, it's weird. ”

The man opened the door and made way for a way, Lin Qiye and Amamiya Qinghui walked in one after another, he closed the door with his backhand, locked the door with an iron lock the size of a fist, and then turned around and walked towards the house.

He led the two of them down the dimly lit wooden corridor, the soles of his feet on the floor, making a piercing creaking sound, and on either side were pitch-black rooms, covered with dust, as if they hadn't been used for a long time.

Lin Qiye watched him lead them past the reception room, and walked straight to the open-air courtyard, which was full of heavy tools for forging, and a stove was placed in the center, and the flames inside had not yet been extinguished.

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

"Sit down and have tea? I don't. ”

Lin Qiye: ......

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

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

Furuhara Yoshiki didn't answer, just looked at Amamiya Haruki directly, those dead fish eyes in the deep sunken black sockets, how scary it looked.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

“…… Yes. ”

Amamiya Qinghui turned his head to look at Lin Qiye, "What about the knife?" ”

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

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

"Let's see if you can fix this knife." Amamiya said.

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

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 cultivator is indeed a bit level.

Amamiya Haruki didn't seem surprised by this, and spoke again: "It's repaired, by the way, let's press a sword soul on it." ”

Yoshiki Furuhara was stunned for a moment,

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