Big Brother, he's not a lover anymore

Everyone in the comprehension world knows that there is a fairy king living in Sizhou in the spring of the Northern Territory.

The celestial lord named Vanity, is a celestial lord who has ascended, but for some reason, after ascension, he did not go to the fairy world, but stayed in the Northern Territory.

Hearing that Xianjun is warm-tempered and has a good temper, the monks in the cultivation world asked him for advice, and he answered them one by one without any impatience.

The northern region is cold all year round, except for Chunshi Sizhou, all you can see is a white ice field.

Spring ten Sizhou.

Fuhua was reading a book in front of the desk with his head on one hand, as if he had noticed something, his hand flicking the scroll paused, his eyes seemed to stop somewhere on the scroll, but he glanced at the fruit plate on the table not far away from the corner of his eye. Then the corners of her lips were slowly drawn up, her expression was a little gentle.

Even though there was no one else in the room, the fruit plate on the table moved by itself, and the number of spiritual fruits in the fruit plate became less and less.

"Kangdang".

It was the sound of the fruit plate falling to the ground. The fruit in the fruit plate fell to the ground, and one of them rolled directly to the feet of Hua Hua.

Vanity pretended not to see it, but his eyes were still focused on the scroll in his hand.

Then a long sword engraved with complicated patterns hanging on the wall moved.

Its blade curved slightly, and then stretched out a thin white hand from the hilt, carefully picked up the fruit plate and spiritual fruit on the ground.

Noticing that there was a spiritual fruit under the desk, the long sword was gently moved under the desk, and the thin white hand stretched out again.

Just when that hand was about to touch the fruit, the fruit on the ground had already been picked up by another slender, pale hand with distinct bones.

The long sword stopped for a moment, and the outstretched hand on the hilt slowly retracted.

Hua Hua left from the desk and put the spirit fruit back on the plate.

Then he stretched out his sleeves, ready to sneak back to the Longevity Sword on the wall again and flew towards him directly from under the desk.

Vanity held the hilt of the sword, and slid his fingers from the hilt to the end of the scabbard before hanging it back on the wall.

"Come out."

His tone sounded very gentle.

Not long after, low sobs sounded in the quiet room.

A young man appeared under the wall with the Longevity Sword. He was dressed in white and had silver hair.

It's just that at this moment, his expression is panicked, the corners of his eyes are a little red, and there are tears in his eyes.

It looked a little pitiful.

Did I scare him?

Fu Hua walked up to him, handed the boy a brocade handkerchief, and said softly, "Don't cry, I won't punish you."

The young man took the Jinpa, his expression was a little dazed, and he stared blankly at the fairy in Tsing Yi in front of him.

Xianjun was very good-looking, handsome and handsome, with gentle and picturesque eyebrows, and a smile in his eyes, like a clear spring.

He didn't seem to be angry at all.

So the boy stopped sobbing, but after wiping away his tears, he kept stirring the brocade handkerchief, still looking embarrassed.

Wanting to relax the young man, Hua Hua asked again in a warm voice, "Are you the sword spirit of the Longevity Sword? What's your name?"

Two days ago, he accidentally discovered that the spirit fruits on the fruit plate in the house disappeared inexplicably. At first, he thought it was the spirit beasts from outside who came in to steal them, so he didn't care.

Until just now, when he saw the spiritual fruit disappear from the fruit plate, the Longevity Sword hanging on the wall next to it bent, and stretched out a hand from it.

Originally Vanity wanted to scare the young man, but now seeing his frightened appearance, he couldn't bear it anymore.

After hearing the flashy question, the boy nodded first, then shook his head.

Vanity knows what he wants to express, he is a sword spirit, but he has no name.

"Then do you want to follow me?"

Even though the young man is the sword spirit of the Longevity Sword and should be the same as the Longevity Sword, Vanity still asked the young man.

Unexpectedly, Xianjun would ask himself, the young man nodded slightly, he is a sword spirit, and the spirit sword he lives in belongs to Xianjun, so he should also follow Xianjun.

Fuhua smiled, "Then I will give you a name?"

"How about Xinghe?"

He saw the boy's complexion meandering and his eyes were very pale, but when he looked inside, he could see the water and the river running slowly, leaving stars shining in his eyes.

Little Sword Spirit's eyelashes trembled, he raised his eyes slightly, and when he met Shang Xianjun's gentle eyebrows, his voice was as thin as a mosquito's, "Okay."

Fuhua shook his head slightly, but thought in his heart, the little sword spirit seems very shy.

This will not work.

Another year.

It snowed heavily again in the northern regions.

This time, there was also heavy snow coming in from the outside in Lianchun Shisizhou.

Vanity stood in front of the window with one hand behind his back, and saw the silver-haired white-clothed sword spirit sitting on the steps of the courtyard in a daze suddenly stand up, walk to the center of the courtyard, and look up at the snow falling from the sky.

Then the sword spirit stretched out a hand as thin and white as jade from his sleeve, and took a piece of snow.

"Xianjun, look, it's snowing." Sword Spirit turned his head and shouted towards the window.

The young man opened up a lot, his complexion became more beautiful, his eyebrows were vivid, and he was no longer as quiet and silent as before.

When he smiled to himself, Vanity's mind faltered, and when he came back to his senses, he squeezed his fingers slightly tighter.

He nodded and replied softly, "Well, I saw it."

The sword spirit in the courtyard was a little dissatisfied, he ran into the house and pulled Vanity out.

Snowflakes slowly fell on Tsing Yi Xianjun's shoulders, dyeing his hair white.

"Haven't you seen enough snow outside Sizhou in Spring?" Fuhua looked helplessly at the sword spirit in front of him, and snow fell on his long eyelashes.

After the snow melted, it turned into water droplets, standing on the eyelashes, like tears from the sword spirit.

Fuhua raised his hand slightly, touched Jian Ling's eyelashes, and wiped away the drop of water.

Sword Spirit originally wanted to answer Fu Hua's question, but when Fu Hua raised his hand, he only had time to close his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he just stared blankly at the gentle Xianjun in a daze, forgetting what to say.

At that moment, he only felt that somewhere in his heart was hot.

Looking at the dazed sword spirit in front of him, Hua Hua rubbed his silver hair, and then straightened the messy silver hair little by little.

"If you like it, I will make it snow all year round in Sizhou in Spring."

He is always willing to pamper Sword Spirit.

Not only because Xinghe is his sword spirit, but also because of a little secret thought in his heart day after day.

The silver-haired sword spirit shook his head, he looked up at the vanity slightly, and the young man's clear and ethereal voice sounded, "No, Chunshi Sizhou is what the fairy likes, and I don't want the fairy to accommodate me. And I'm just curious that there's something here. It will snow, and I don't particularly like it.

In spring, Sizhou is still the best place to see a hundred flowers blooming. "

When he said this, there were stars in Jian Ling's eyes, brilliant and ambiguous.

later.

The extraterrestrial demon broke open the gate of the cultivation world, bringing chaos to the cultivation world and the human world.

The demonic energy dissipated, and the living beings were burnt.

The extraterrestrial demons are too powerful, almost unstoppable in the realm of comprehension.

Except for Chunshi Sizhou, other places have been eroded and infiltrated by monsters.

Later, those monks begged to come to Chunshi Sizhou.

"Xianjun, please save the cultivation world."

……

Fuhua took the Longevity Sword and left from Chunshi Sizhou. When he left, he left the little sword spirit behind.

Little Sword Spirit tugged at the hem of his clothes to go with him, but Fuhua refused him in a gentle voice.

Xinghe's cultivation base is not enough, and Vanity is afraid that there will be no extra eyes distracted from the little sword spirit.

Hua Hua flipped his palm, and several beautiful paper cranes appeared in his hand.

He flicked his fingertips slightly, and the paper cranes surrounded the little sword spirit, "Hey, I will be back soon. If there is something urgent, just tap the paper crane's head, and it will bring you to me."

The little sword spirit stood outside the courtyard, nodding obediently, "Xianjun, I will wait for you at Chunshi Sizhou, you should come back earlier."

"it is good."

When fencing the sword, Hua Hua inadvertently glanced behind him, the little sword spirit was still leaning against the door, looking in his direction.

After noticing his gaze, Little Sword Spirit frowned and waved at him.

After the monk at the side saw it, he boldly asked Tsing Yi Xianjun the identity of the young man.

"That's the person I like the most."

The corners of Vanity's lips slightly raised, and when he went back, he asked Little Sword Spirit if he wanted to be his Taoist companion.

But in the end, Hua Hua did not return to Chunshi Sizhou.

He exhausted the last of his spiritual power to repair the broken gate, and then died together with the extraterrestrial demons.

When the body died and Dao disappeared, what flashed in front of Fuhua was a beautiful face and eyes full of stars.

That was his little sword spirit.

The boy was waiting for him in Sizhou in Chunshi, but he couldn't go back.

His eyes were full of regret.

When he came, he already knew that the little sword spirit liked him, but he didn't have time to tell the little sword spirit that I do the same.

Xinghe waited for a long time in Chunshi Sizhou, and the heavy snow drifted into Chunshi Sizhou again. The flowers in the courtyard bloomed several times, but he didn't wait for Xianjun to come back.

He stretched out his thin white fingers and tapped on the paper crane's head.

The paper crane jumped up, and he followed the paper crane across the ice field in the northern region, through the misty and rainy southern region, and finally the paper crane stopped in a wasteland.

The wilderness was covered with white bones, and the white snow on the ground was soaked in blood, and it also changed from white to snow-colored.

There are monks cleaning around.

A monk caught a glimpse of the immortal sword used by the immortal king in the pile of bones. When he just reached out to take it, his other slender white hand had already grasped it.

"Xianjun."

"Who are you?" the monk asked, looking at the white-clothed, silver-haired, handsome young man who suddenly appeared in the wasteland.

After Xinghe held the sword, he had already guessed.

The aura and imprint of the immortal king on the Longevity Sword have dissipated. The sword owner and the spirit sword have made a contract. Unless the sword owner dies, the imprint on the sword will never dissipate.

He half knelt down, the tears in his eyes dripping down to the ground.

"fraud."

Xianjun asked himself to wait for him at Chunshi Sizhou, but he was clearly gone.

The monk who was going to hold the Longevity Sword was taken aback when he saw his appearance, and secretly thought about the relationship between his youth and Immortal Vanity.

On the other hand, another cleaning monk recognized Xinghe, who was the one who asked about the identity of the flashy boy.

He looked at the silver-haired boy kneeling on the ground and said to the people beside him, "He is the one who pleases Immortal Vanity Fairy."

After hearing the monk's words, the other monks who were sweeping around stopped their movements and bowed deeply in the direction of the little sword spirit, "My condolences."

Xinghe also tightly grasped the Longevity Sword with his fingers, then he slowly raised his head and asked word by word, "You just said that Xianjun said that I am the person he likes?"

The cultivator who recognized the boy was stunned for a moment, but still nodded, "When Xianjun left from Chunshi Sizhou, he really told me so."

Xianjun finally said something, after hesitating for a while, the monk still told the young man, "Xianjun said, 'There is such a heavy snowfall again, I don't know if this snow will float to Chunshi Sizhou'."

After listening, the tears in the boy's eyes fell again, "I saw it."

After saying this, the silver-haired, white-clothed boy stumbled and picked up the Longevity Sword and left.

Finally, some monks from the Northern Territory heard a loud noise from Chunshi Sizhou, and a white light pierced the entire sky.

When those monks rushed to Chunshi Sizhou, they saw that the spring-like spring in the four seasons of Sizhou also began to snow.

The flowers in the courtyard are all withered, and there is a black scabbard in the center of the courtyard.

Next to the scabbard was a pile of white debris.

……

It turned out that the fairy king passed away, the spirit sword destroyed itself, and died for the master with his own body.

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