What's the matter with the male supporting role of salted fish when the plot collapsed?

Without further ado, since they decided to investigate along the wine bottle, Pei Yuyan and Li Qingya left Tianmen after a brief rest and set off towards Qinhuai.

The flying boat passed through the turbulent sea of ​​clouds like a shuttle, and the sunset behind it was gradually swallowed up by the night.

The sky light outside completely disappeared, and candles were lit in the cabin.With a low sword groan, Pei Yuyan pulled out the snow, sat under the lamp and slowly wiped the sword with a soft cloth.

Taking care of your own spirit sword is a daily compulsory course for every sword repairer.

A slight chill rippling in the cabin, Li Qingya woke up from the drowsiness.He turned his head and looked to the other side of the soft couch.

Pei Yuyan apologized, "Woke you up?"

Li Qingya shook his head with a smile, and continued to look at the snow in his hand, showing appreciation.

There is no doubt that Pei Yuyan's natal spirit sword "Cai Xue" is a beautiful sword.

On the pitch-black and hard sword body, there is a silver-white winding line, which is extremely simple but extremely extraordinary.This silvery white is like a crack that splits the primordial mists, exuding a sense of vast and mysterious beauty.

Li Qingya couldn't help but said: "Can I have a look at Xue Xuejian?"

The answer is naturally yes, Pei Yuyan handed him the sword across the desk.

The sword was very heavy, a weight that Li Qingya could not swing freely.He leaned the tip of the sword against his leg, held the hilt with one hand, and stroked the blade with the other.In his hands, Caixue's sharpness was completely suppressed, and she was so obedient that she didn't look like a murder weapon that drank the blood of countless villains.

Pei Yuyan looked at him quietly, the light in his eyes was as gentle as the light on the sword.

"It's so beautiful." Li Qingya couldn't help admiring, not only for the appearance of the sword, but also for the clean and pure "Tao" on it.

The sword is a murder weapon, and it is rare to be stained with blood without being hostile.Back then, his cultivation base was not enough, he hadn't peeked at the threshold of the Dao, and when he saw Caixue, he only shivered from the chill on his body, until now he didn't understand how rare such a sword is.

Although the morals of sword cultivation and law cultivation are not the same, this does not prevent Li Qingya from appreciating this sword.

He likes all kinds of clean things.

Pei Yuyan's eyes fell on his fingers rubbing the blade.As a Dharma practitioner, Li Qingya's hands are smooth and callous-free, his nails are round, with a healthy and rosy color, and every inch of his skin exudes the vitality of life.

Just when he touched the tail of the sword, the blade of his hand suddenly trembled.

Li Qingya seemed to have been bitten, and suddenly withdrew his hand, looking at Pei Yuyan: "Uncle! The Xuexue sword moved just now. Did you see it?"

Although I heard that the spirit sword has a spirit, can communicate with the master's mind, and occasionally responds to external stimuli, but what does it mean to move so suddenly?

Pei Yuyan saw it, so she nodded.Then silently looked away, without explaining the reason to Li Qingya.

——Being repeatedly caressed by someone you like and praised for being beautiful, it is natural to be shy, even if it is a sword.But Cai Xuejian's temper has always been cold and arrogant, if he told Qing Ya the real reason, I'm afraid that Cai Xuejian would be angry with him.

Just when Li Qingya was puzzled by the strange movement of Xuexuejian, the puppet woke up with messy hair, dragged a mahogany comb to the center of the table, and diverted his attention.

The little puppet has only one soul and one soul, its mind is chaotic, and it is extremely lethargic, but at the same time it is stinky and beautiful. Every time it messes up in sleep, it has to be recombed.

And when it comes to combing hair, it likes Pei Yuyan more than Li Qingya.

Jianxiu's hands were steady, and his silky hair was so smooth that it remained motionless in his hands. The combed bun was extraordinarily beautiful and neat, and the little puppet dragged the comb to Pei Yuyan.

Pei Yuyan understood, picked up the comb, and the little puppet pulled out a small stool with ease, laid it out, and sat on it.Waiting for Pei Yuyan to serve him.

Li Qingya looked amused, this wooden villain did not have the ability of the old man, but he inherited his smug virtues and temperament of tossing people, and he used him as a "cat climbing frame" and "pillow" all the way Uncle is a "hair comber", and he always throws it away every time he runs out of it with a look of self-righteousness.

But by accident, it is a little doll without intelligence, so people can't compare with it.

Soon, the bun was combed.

The little puppet took out the mirror, looked around, and frowned.He turned his head and raised his hand to gesture twice, Pei Yuyan quickly understood what it meant, unraveled the bun, braided two more braids, and tied them up again.

A natural sword heart who is not good at words and a wooden villain who can't speak, the two existences get along surprisingly well.

Li Qingya supported his head with the Xuexue sword in his arms, and watched the whole process from the sidelines, his brows and eyes unconsciously bent into crescent moons.

Speaking of which, the little martial uncle really doesn't look like his father Tianxuan Daozun at all.

The legendary Tianxuan Daoist is a born romantic, with a sentimental heart.According to legend, when he first showed his talents, the demons sent a witch to get rid of him, but instead of being successful, the witch lost her heart and never forgot it all her life.

To put it nicely, Daoist Tianxuan is called extraordinary charm, to put it bluntly, it is called mercy, and to put it more plainly, it is called human-shaped aphrodisiac.

Such characteristics are not as good.

Soon Pei Yuyan combed her hair again.Satisfied this time, the little puppet nodded, put the mess aside, and ran back to drag the baby cushion to find a comfortable place to meditate.

After Pei Yuyan packed up the mirror and other things, Li Qingya handed the Xuexue Sword back to him, and took the opportunity to ask: "By the way, does my little uncle know about the Tianxuan Daoist?"

He was asking Pei Yuyan indirectly if he knew his life experience.

Little puppets have no intelligence, and they don't have to deliberately avoid it when they speak.

Pei Yuyan put Cai Xue into the sheath, nodded: "I know."

After a simple answer, he stopped talking. It seemed that the title of Tianxuan Taoist was not worth mentioning to him.

Li Qingya also understood.

Daoist Tianxuan is not a good father.Not to mention his mother and son, he failed Mrs. Yaoxin, and he never showed any love to his junior uncle. He also let him grow up with an ambiguous identity.If the former is not given by age, then the latter is truly irresponsible.

Li Qingya carefully asked: "Doesn't the little uncle care?"

It stands to reason that the absence of a father will leave an indelible impact on the child's growth.

Pei Yuyan shook his head lightly: "I have never met him, and I have never had any interaction with him, so I can't talk about love or hate. Besides, Mrs. Ruixin is very kind to me, and other people in Tianze City also care about me. With seniors taking care of me... I have not lacked anything since I was a child."

This answer was beyond Li Qingya's expectation of transparency and openness.

I heard that Tiansheng Jianxin rarely has negative feelings, but now it seems to be true.

He smiled slightly, and the big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

Before that, he saw the old objects of Mrs. Yaoxin, which were properly collected by Taoist Tianxuan, and a dozen portraits he painted for his eldest son in the courtyard of Tianmen... Everywhere showed Taoist Tianxuan's deep love for his wife and eldest son, except that there was no Nothing about Pei Yuyan.

And Pei Yuyan saw these things later.

Li Qingya was always afraid that he would be sad because of this.But if Pei Yuyan didn't care, then there was nothing to worry about.

Daoist Tianxuan is not a good father, but fortunately the young master is not like him.

"If the little uncle has a child, he will definitely be a responsible and good father."

"Child?" Pei Yuyan frowned in confusion.

He hadn't thought about this question, but since it was mentioned, he might as well make a tentative idea.After a while, there was an answer.He looked up at Li Qingya, and said seriously: "If I have a child, I hope he is like Qingya."

? !

Li Qingya panicked and froze on the spot.like him?How could the little uncle's child be like him?

There are three possibilities for this to happen.

The first involves ethical issues, he thinks this is inappropriate, and the future aunt will definitely object.

The second type: the little uncle wants to be his father.

But Li Qingya felt that he already had enough "fathers" and didn't want a new one.

The third kind -

Li Qingya shivered.The third is impossible!

"However, how could I have a child like Qingya?" Sure enough, Pei Yuyan also realized that this matter was unrealistic.

His tone could not be said to be depressed, but only a touch of melancholy, as if he had eaten his favorite pastry, but there was a layer of icing missing.

Feeling his loss, Li Qingya's heart felt numb and sore.He wanted to make his junior uncle happy, but calling him "Daddy" was beyond his acceptable range.So he compromised and comforted: "I think the child who looks like the little uncle is also very cute."

If there is one, he will love it very much.

"Actually—" Pei Yuyan hesitated to speak, his eyes stopped on Li Qingya for a moment, then he looked away and sighed, "It's better not to continue this question."

To have a child is to have a mother, but he has no intention of marrying a wife at all, so all discussions are castles in the air.

What's more, he didn't care about having children at all.In the final analysis of the nonsense just now, he really wanted to see Li Qingya's childhood and youth, to see those years he had heard about but could not witness...

……

As the night was getting darker, Li Qingya fell asleep on the soft couch, worrying about Nie Qingxuan consumed a lot of his mind.

Pei Yuyan took away the case table to free up more space for him to sleep more comfortably.

The little puppet also fell asleep early.At first, it cared about its beautiful bun, and maintained a meditating posture. It took a nap like a chicken pecking at rice, and then fell asleep hugging the soft cushion.

normal operation.

Pei Yuyan moved it smoothly into the basket woven from soft rattan, and placed it beside Li Qingya.

It's not that he wants the little wooden figure to get close to Li Qingya, but the puppet likes to grab Li Qingya's belt when sleeping, and it can't be pulled apart.

After doing all this, Pei Yuyan put Li Qingya on his lap and adjusted him to a comfortable position.He has a high level of cultivation and is used to penance, so he needs very little sleep, so going without sleep for a few days is nothing.

The night is silent, the sea of ​​clouds is churning outside the flying boat, the cold wind is howling, inside the flying boat, the candles are still burning...

Pei Yuyan quietly watched Li Qingya who was asleep——

Slightly raised eyelashes like a crow's feathers, smooth skin with a healthy color, soft down behind the ears...everywhere is full of vitality, and everywhere is exciting.

He couldn't help lowering his body, and slowly approached Li Qingya's face.

When he was close enough to be touched, Jianxiu turned his head sharply.The puppet, who was supposed to be sound asleep, was sitting next to the wicker basket, staring at him quietly with obsidian-like eyes.

The puppet has only one soul and one soul, and acts according to its nature and temper, not even spiritual wisdom.It is reasonable to ignore it directly, but those eyes are too dark and too bright, and the reflection in them makes people feel guilty for no reason.

After looking at each other for a few breaths, Pei Yuyan covered the doll's eyes and kissed Li Qingya's face.This kiss is very light, like the petals of a crabapple blown by the breeze, falling on the skin, soft and slightly cool...

Li Qingya's eyelashes trembled, but she didn't wake up.

The author has something to say: Once again, the puppet is not a master.

The primordial spirit is the main personality of the master.