Something's wrong with my sword spirit

When Yanjin opened his eyes, it was pitch black.

I can't see my fingers when I stretch out my hand. It's not that it's too dark, but the eyes themselves can't see.

There is wind blowing the leaves, rustling, and the fresh fragrance of grass and trees after the rain.

He got up, brushed the long hair on his shoulders with his fingertips, stretched out his hands to feel around, and felt that he should be lying on a bamboo bed, he didn't know if he was in the room, if he was, it must be a drafty room.

Getting out of bed to explore the surrounding environment, Fang Fang stood up and fell suddenly. He hurriedly helped the edge of the bed to get up, and found that his legs could not use his strength.

After a moment of panic, he regained his composure, slowly returned to the bed and sat down, listened to the mountain wind, cleared his mind, and asked tentatively, "Is anyone there?"

There was a rustling sound, and after a while, a man said: "Are you awake?"

The voice is as clear and elegant as a gurgling spring, with some coldness like the cold snow on a high mountain, as if it was born like this, not intentionally.

He nodded: "Where is this?"

"I don't know, I just woke up too."

"who are you?"

"I am the sword spirit of Qing Hengjian, from Xianmen Chen Mingzong."

"Chen Mingzong?" Yan Jin immediately remembered a novel he had read recently.

He doesn't remember Qing Hengjian very clearly, but there is a fairy sect in the novel "Master Don't Run", and it is a pure love novel. Originally, he didn't intend to read it carefully. One of the villains has the same name as him, and he really wanted to know the ending of this villain, so he just finished watching it.

Just based on the name of a fairy sect, he was still not sure whether he was really worn in the book, and asked: "Who is the most famous person in Chen Mingzong?"

Qing Heng sword said: "Immortal Venerable Ye Rongxue."

Well, that's right, Yan Jin is sure that he has transmigrated into the book, and if there is no accident, he should transmigrate into the villain with the same name.

This novel mainly tells the love-hate relationship between Ye Rongxue and his disciple Yue Xiaohan.

The villain with the same name is a fierce beast, which is said to be transformed by a red dragon.

The villain came out for the first time, and the protagonist Shou came to subdue him with the protagonist Gong, who was still low at the time. The two had a mutual affection when they were fighting the enemy together, but they didn't explain it. .

The second time they came out, the two faced the enemy together again. At this time, the cultivation of the apprentice was already comparable to that of the master. When they faced the enemy, they both recognized their feelings for each other, but they still did not stay together because of various concerns. Then the apprentice beat him back and he was injured again.

It came out for the third time, and the original book was coming to an end. The protagonist Gongshou was jealous of each other, and the two faced the enemy again. They confessed their true feelings between life and death, and finally confirmed their relationship. Then the two held hands and defeated him, and the story ended.

Flame Ember: "..."

Did the villain provoke you? Why do you two keep torturing others when you are in a relationship?

Two people who could have been together a long time ago have to entangle for hundreds of chapters and have a deep sadomasochistic relationship, and the progress of the plot and the sadistic point all depend on this villain, who can be called a model worker.

Yan Jin gritted his teeth secretly: "I'll just tie you together and lock them together, it's done in one step, don't bother me!"

Since he is the biggest villain, he is naturally very strong. He remembers the description in the book that the ancient beasts, born with supernatural powers, can cause disasters in the world as soon as they open their eyes. They have always been the formidable enemies that the protagonists fear.

but……

It's also not written in the book that the villain starts with blind eyes and disabled legs!

He tried to raise his hand and waved forward... Well, sure enough, he didn't have any divine power either.

After thinking about it again, he finally remembered a detail.

In the original book, some readers asked about the specific origin of the villain. The author replied that he hadn’t thought about it. He just found the original shape of a beast based on folklore. His mission was to create difficulties for the protagonist. At that time, everyone just regarded him as staying in a sparsely populated mountain place.

But some readers asked if the villain would not cause harm to the common people in the mountains and fields. Could it be that he had to wait for the protagonist to appear before he started to make trouble?

At this time, the author said again, let's think that he lost all his powers in the mountains.

Thus, Yanjin became like this.

And it is more ruthless than the author's setting. Not only did he lose all his powers in the countryside, but he also couldn't see and couldn't move his legs.

Tool people really have no human rights at all.

I don't know how long the original owner had been lying here, but he felt a little hungry after waking up.

He has always been optimistic. Although he is not afraid of the current situation of being blind and disabled, as long as he still has breath, he should not be depressed, but he is still not used to it.

It is not very convenient to move, and the most urgent thing is to have a full meal first. There is only this sword spirit by his side. He tried to ask: "Can you help me get something to eat?"

No response was heard.

Well, this one doesn't seem to have anything to do with the original owner, so he doesn't care about him at all.

Just thinking about how to save himself, after a while, the sword spirit replied: "Are you hungry?"

"Um... Naturally, I will eat when I'm hungry." He rekindled his hope. Although it didn't matter, the other party seemed to be quite enthusiastic.

"What do you want to eat?"

"As long as you can fill your stomach, what's here?"

Sword Spirit didn't reply immediately, and went out for a while. After a gust of wind, the cold voice returned to his ears: "There is soil, do you want to eat?"

"..."

"There is grass in the soil, do you want to eat it?"

"..."

"There is a tree next to it."

"..."

"There are leaves on the tree..."

"Wait..." He heard the sword spirit speak seriously, but it didn't look like he was playing tricks on purpose, "I'm a human now, I don't eat grass, I don't eat trees... I hope it's not time to eat dirt yet."

"Then...there is a well ahead, there is water in the well, nothing else, but this house is made of bamboo, do you eat bamboo?"

Flame Ember: "..."

If you have bad teeth, you won't compete with the national treasure for food.

And where does he live if he eats up the house, a leaky house is also a house!

"Forget it, I'll go get some water, thank you." Yan Jin slowly got up and got out of bed, just as his feet touched the ground, his legs gave way and he almost fell, and he sat back on the bed quickly.

Almost forgot, these legs can't walk.

He shook his head helplessly: "Is there anything here that can be used as a crutch?"

The other party said: "There are two bamboo poles."

"Where?"

"The one you touched just now is by the bed."

Flame Ember: "..."

Can't you finish the sentence in one go?

He fumbled under the bed again, and sure enough, he found a bamboo pole thick enough to support his body. He stood up the bamboo pole and held it in his hand, using his strength to get out of bed.

But he didn't notice that he stepped on another bamboo pole, his foot slipped and his whole body was shaking. He instinctively grabbed to the side, but his hand was empty and he didn't catch anything.

Gritting his teeth, he stood up with support, picked up another bamboo pole along the way, and staggered out with two crutches.

Before he took two steps, there was a "bang" on his forehead, and he hit something.

Sword Spirit said: "This is the door."

"This house has a door, that's right." He sarcastically said.

"Although it is only made of three bamboo poles, it is indeed a door." Sword Spirit said.

"Heh!" He stretched out his hand and pushed, but didn't push it away.

I pulled it again, but it still didn't open.

So I waited for a while, but I didn't see anyone talking around me for a while.

He had no choice but to say, "Can you tell me how to get out?"

Only then did the sword spirit answer: "Put your hand down and move forward in the abdomen, you can touch the door bolt, pull the door bolt to the right, and it will open."

He followed the instructions, creaking and opening the door: "Didn't you go out just now, and there was no one around, so why bother to lock the door?"

Sword Spirit was very frank: "I didn't open the door, I got out from the gap between the three bamboo poles."

"Oh, then you're pretty thin."

"No, I'm a standard size."

Flame Ember: "..."

I'm talking about body shape, why are you talking about size with me?

When he opened the door, the freshness of the soil appeared on his face, moist and sweet. He hadn’t seen this kind of breath for a long time in the bustling city of reinforced concrete. Ask: "Are there any mountains nearby? How many mountains?"

"Yes." Sword Spirit said, "Surrounded by mountains on three sides."

"Are we on the mountain, what kind of place is it?"

"It should be a flat place in the mountains." The sword spirit's voice followed him forward.

He walked a few more steps, and suddenly he stepped on the ground and staggered forward. If it wasn't for the support of the bamboo pole, he would have fallen down again.

The sword spirit whispered beside him: "This is the pit."

"Yeah, I know now." He said unhappily, standing firmly on a piece of ground, but felt that his feet were soft, and the ground was like stepping on clouds.

He leaned over and grabbed a handful of soil. The soil was fine, with few impurities, no insects, and no weeds. This kind of soil was not considered fertile, but it was clean.

The field was small, and he felt that he had walked hundreds of steps, and the feeling under his feet was different. He should have walked out of the field.

According to the guidance of the sword spirit, he came to the well and sat at the mouth of the well. He smelled the fragrance of the well water, so it should be drinkable. He felt a bucket and a wheel next to him. He still remembered seeing such a well in his grandmother's house when he was a child. Tie to the twine, shake the wheel handle, and the bucket drops.

It’s just that his legs can’t work hard enough to support him, so he can’t lift too much, but it doesn’t matter if he lifts it a few more times. At least the water is not a problem. First he lifts up half a bucket, tastes it, it’s sweet in the mouth, no problem, just right Want to drink, thought about it, finally sighed, and handed it forward: "Do you want a drink?"

Although this sword spirit was not very kind, he was the first one to talk to him, and he also looked around the surrounding environment for him, which was regarded as helping him.

Jian Ling said that he didn't need to eat or drink.

"No need to eat or drink?" Yanjin reacted for a while, "What do you look like?"

"The blade is injured, the ridge is broken, the grid is missing, the handle is incomplete, and other places are incomplete, and the scabbard can't be found."

Yan Jin didn't have much research on swords, and only sounded worse than himself: "Then the body of the sword spirit you transformed is also incomplete?"

The other party said: "I don't have a human form now, but the sword body has spiritual consciousness, and I can act, think, speak and see things."

"Ah?" The co-author who spoke next to him was not a person, but a sword.

No wonder he was able to slip through the crack in the door.

Then I can forgive him for not supporting himself, a sword, no hands or feet, where can he help him?

He was in a better mood, and the other party didn't need to eat or drink, so he took the small bucket back and drank a few sips of water, regaining some strength, and wanted to find out what the tree looked like again: "Where is the tree you mentioned?"

"Just walk about ten steps diagonally to the right."

Yan Jin didn't quite understand what it meant to walk obliquely: "Which direction are you directly talking about?"

The other party hesitated for a while: "I don't know."

"What?"

"I don't know."

"..."

"Hmm...it's on the right oblique side of the mouth of the well."

"Okay." Yan Jin compromised, at least you can distinguish between left and right, and you can't ask too much about a sword, he can predict the position, so he won't ask any more questions.

Leaning on crutches, I walked to the side of the tree and turned around the trunk. I found that the tree was about as thick as three people with their arms around each other. It was definitely an old tree. The trunk was straight and had no markings. He leaned over and touched the soil near the roots of the tree. Fortunately, it was not dry, which proved that there was no shortage of water.

Just as he was groping, he heard the sword spirit utter a doubt: "On the tree..."

"Is there any fruit?" He was delighted.

"No." The other party said, "It's green silk, I didn't find it just now."

Yan Jin was lost, but thought again, silk and satin are not cheap, he should be able to go down the mountain to find someone to exchange for money, and if he has money, he can naturally buy food.

He asked Sword Spirit where the silk was, picked it up with a bamboo pole, and a piece of colored silk fluttered into his hand.

But he stretched out his hand to caress it, and the hope that had just been ignited fell through again.

This piece of colored silk was only the size of a leaf, probably a corner of a skirt that a passer-by accidentally scratched, it was really hard to get it out.

The wind blew past his fingertips, and the colored silk was blown away, and he didn't bother to pick it up again, thinking about going back and forth, staying in this deserted place was not an option, he might as well go down the mountain and walk.

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