My buddy always flirts with me

◎I see that you have reached puberty. ◎

Qinan was frightened by me, so he turned around and carried me back to Huangtian Sword Gate.

I clutched my forehead and looked at my mother who had heard the news.

My mother stared at me blankly for a while, then asked, "The sword-making period?"

I said: "Yeah."

The mother asked again: "Why did you scare Qinan like this?"

I was silent for a moment and said, "For the first time, I didn't react."

Mother's eyes widened slightly, looking a little surprised.

Qinan, who had been nervous for a long time, finally couldn't help but interjected: "The sword casting period? What? I seem to have seen it from the classics of Emperor Tian's swordsmanship before... But it didn't say that it would cause such a headache... ..."

I saw that he was so nervous that he couldn't speak smoothly, and suddenly felt that he was cute like this, so I couldn't help stretching out my hand to pinch his little finger, and said softly: "Of course it hurts when the natal sword is broken."

After seeing my small movements, my mother's eyes were a little subtle, she paused, and then said: "In the past, monks of the Emperor's Sword Dao had to go through a sword-making period every hundred thousand years. Why did you delay it for 8000 years? I thought you had already experienced this. pass."

I pinched Qinan's finger and thought about it, but I couldn't come up with an answer after thinking about it for a long time.I guessed: "Perhaps I have taken too much Concentration Pill."

Mother:"……"

Mother subconsciously glanced at Qinan.

Qinan's mood became more tense, and he looked at us with embarrassment, as if he felt a little guilty.My mother withdrew her gaze, and looked at me seriously with silver-gray eyes: "Interesting, remember to write it down and write it down in the inheritance."

I said: "Yeah."

After saying this, we all fell silent, and began to look at each other again.

After being silent for half a minute, the mother suddenly said again: "Duan'er, do you want me to accompany you?"

Me: "...No need."

Mother seemed to be relieved, but also a little disappointed.She stood up and stared at me for a while before saying, "Then I'll go back to approve the official documents."

Only after she left my palace did Qinan relax from his tense state.He held my hand back and muttered in a low voice: "God, Lord Jianjun, you and your mother are carved out of the same mold."

I said softly, "Then why are you still afraid of her?"

Qinan also lowered his voice: "Nonsense, your mother likes to spar, but I don't dare to fight back. Isn't this because I'm afraid that she will beat me up on a whim one day. In Huangtian Sword Sect, she goes down to the deacon and up to the head of the sect, and [-]% of them are defeated by her." Beaten! I think when I saw her for the first time, she asked me if I wanted to compete with her in the first sentence—you must know that I was only in the Mahayana stage at that time!"

I wondered: "Mother said that she only mentioned the matter of the deed."

Qinan grinned and sighed: "Maybe in her opinion, sparring is not a big deal. Hey, let's not talk about it, your sword-making period..."

I paused for a moment, stretched out my hand and called out the natal long sword.

The next moment, a long silver sword appeared in my hand.The body of the long sword is translucent, during which illusory light and shadows flow, and it seems that there are thousands of mountains and rivers, the rise and fall of dynasties, and several spring and autumn cycles in one breath.

And near the tip of the sword, there is a tiny crack, slowly spreading towards the hilt at an almost undetectable speed.

I stared at the crack for a moment and frowned slightly.

Sword casting period.

The time came at such an unlucky time.

Emperor Tian Sword Dao monks, all those above the level of Consolidation and possessing natal weapons have to go through the sword casting period.The natal weapon condensed with the secret art of the emperor will spontaneously absorb all kinds of "thoughts" around the storage, and use it to strengthen and forge itself, but there is a limit to this strengthening.

——How many "thoughts" a monk's soul can carry and how strong the natal weapon is, these two directly determine where the limit is.

Just like what my mother said just now, the Huangtian cultivators that have been recorded in the past usually reach this limit in about 1000 years... But I don't know why they haven't reached the limit in more than 8000 years, so even I myself forgot about it.

And after reaching this limit—Cultivator Huangtian will usher in a sword casting period.

The so-called "forging a sword" is actually breaking and then erecting, using the remains of old weapons to form the foundation of new weapons. If you succeed, you will make great progress in cultivation, and if you fail, you will die.

Although there are dangers... but overall it is not a bad thing.

The problem is that my sword casting period came too untimely, and it happened to be stuck at this time less than half a year before the Millennium Celebration.

The sword-making period of Huangtian cultivator is usually as short as a few months or as long as several years. If my sword-making period starts now, it will definitely not end before the celebration begins, and if I want to delay it until after the celebration, it will be too difficult.

But during the sword casting period, the strength of monk Huangtian will drop by at least half.

Not only that, but the more serious problem is that the emotions of monks in the sword casting period will be very extreme.

In the early stage, the thoughts of sentient beings originally carried by the natal weapon will gradually leak out during this period, invading the monk's soul.The affected monks will resonate with these "thoughts" and become extremely emotional.

When the natal sword is completely shattered and the sword casting period enters the middle and late stages, it will go to another extreme.

——The cultivator of the Tao of Emperor Heaven forges swords with "the thoughts of all living beings", and his own thoughts are also a kind of "thoughts of all living beings".Therefore, once entering the sword casting period, monk Huangtian will temporarily lose his feelings.

According to the records, after experiencing these two extremes... at least [-]% of the ancestors had conflicts with their Taoist companions during the sword-making period, and half of the [-]% became mediocre after going through the sword-making period. Weeping alone with the weapon of my life.

As for the other [-]%?The other nine have no Taoist companions in the first place.

The probability that a monk of the Weapon Dao can find a Taoist partner is the lowest in the recognized source world.

...I thought about it and suddenly became a little anxious.

In the past, the monks of the Emperor Sword Dao would usher in a sword-making period in about 1000 to [-] years. Those who successfully suppress those accumulated thoughts during the process will not be greatly affected.

But I'm already a source god, and it's the first time I've ushered in the sword casting period... It's definitely more difficult to suppress the leaked thoughts than others.

What if I really made Qinan angry?

He won't really abandon me, will he?

No, you can't!I will never agree to terminate the contract!

If Qinan is really angry, at worst, I'll put on his pink midriff-baring dress to make him happy, anyway, I can't break the contract!

I was distracted for a long time, and when I came back to my senses, I realized that I had two locks of hair in my hands, and I didn't know when I had tied them into a knot.

I:"……"

I looked along one of the strands of hair, and sure enough, I saw Qinan propping his head, looking at me leisurely.Seeing that I had finally come to my senses, he raised his eyebrows at me: "Yo, what are you thinking, Mr. Hong Jian, you actually played with me and your hair."

I:"……"

I felt inexplicably ashamed, silently let go of that knot, and turned my eyes away from him.

Seeing this, Qinan couldn't help laughing.

He didn't try to untie the dead knot, but he just leaned close to my ear, half lying on my shoulder, and breathed into my ear: "Hello——you're cute, Brother A Duan~"

I pursed my lips and remained silent, my heart beating fast like a drum.

cluck——

My natal long sword was overwhelmed, and quietly opened the second slit.