Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Qing Heng did as he did, but he was worried again: "Wouldn't it be more terrifying to feed these ferocious beasts?"

"Well... we fed them ourselves, they will know how to be grateful."

"How to be grateful?"

"Make us food."

"Can they eat?"

"Of course, ground pot chicken, chicken stew, stewed chicken with mushrooms, diced Kung Pao chicken...all of them are delicious." Yan Jin was almost drooling, Qing Heng looked at his yearning expression, thinking in his heart that he should do it as soon as possible Feed them big, then look for earthworms again.

He himself was a weapon to kill the enemy in battle, and he acted very quickly. He dug the puddle clean, thinking that the huge boulder was too obstructive, he shoveled the base and turned it over...it didn't turn over, so he tried hard from the top again. prick.

With a sound of "Boom", the boulder cracked and scattered into gravel.

Yanjin trembled a few times, and almost fell off the chair: "What's the matter?"

Qing Heng half-lyed on the gravel, fanning the dust and smoke all over his face: "This rock is broken." Then he stared at his hand in a daze, at this moment he turned into a human form again.

The dust and smoke around him hadn't dissipated, and he saw that his clothes were still by the well in a haze...just happened to be caught by the hook behind Yan Jin's wheelchair who hurried over.

Qing Heng's heart stopped beating, and he saw the black clothes fluttering gently behind the wheelchair.

Yanjin continued to approach: "Qing Heng, where are you, are you alright?"

Qing Heng is fine, but he is too embarrassed to see people, he closes his eyes, trying to restore his sword body, but he doesn't know whether it's because he feels uneasy or something, but he hasn't changed back.

When Yanjin approached, the dust and smoke had dispersed, Qing Heng glanced at the clothes behind him, and quietly reached out to pull them.

"It's good that you're fine." Yanjin heaved a sigh of relief, "Why would such a good stone shatter?"

"I smashed it." Qing Heng lifted the corner of his clothes and pulled it slowly.

"Why did you smash it?" Yan Jin wanted to touch him, but couldn't, so he turned the wheelchair around.

The corner of the clothes that had just been pulled up was forced to loosen, and Qing Heng withdrew his hand angrily: "I wanted to open it to find the earthworms underneath, but I couldn't open it, so I thought it would be okay to smash it."

"Sure enough, it is a famous sword of the immortal sect. If you use your spiritual power, it must be very powerful." Yan Jin turned the wheelchair again, "Qing Heng, where are you?"

"Whether I'm good or not... depends on the ability of the sword holder." He didn't think he had any spiritual power, Yan Jin turned around, and the clothes were facing him, he stretched out his hand again, and pulled it hard again, Finally pulled it.

At this moment, Yan Jin suddenly turned back and met his eyes.

He held his clothes together and didn't dare to move, staring blankly at the person in the wheelchair: "I..."

"I feel someone moving my wheelchair." Yan Jin said first.

"Yes, I moved it." Qing Heng put on his clothes quickly.

"No, it looks like a person." Yan Jin looked around vigilantly, "Could it be someone else here, did you see anyone?"

"I..." Qing Heng was about to say no, when he thought about it suddenly, it seemed that there was a question that he hadn't responded to.

There's no need for him to hide from Yanjin that he can transform into a human form.

Why didn't tell him at the beginning, but tried his best to hide... He didn't know, probably there was something wrong with it.

He coughed softly, feeling more confident: "It's actually me..."

"Wait a minute, don't talk yet." Yan Jin put his fingers around his mouth to make a hiss, held his breath and listened quietly for a while.

After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Maybe I'm overthinking, there can't be other people on the mountain."

Qing Heng also asked suspiciously: "You don't seem to like having other people?"

"I'm so casual by myself. If there are others, it's not convenient to wash up."

So, luckily I'm just a sword?

Qing Heng thought, that still can't tell him that I may not be just a sword in the future.

He lowered his head, closed his eyes slightly, this time the sword body recovered smoothly, Yanjin finally touched him, and found that there were no new marks on his body, he was relieved, he heard a slight sound of running water, followed the sound, and there Gravel said: "Is there a pool here?"

Qing Heng took a closer look, and was also surprised: "It was just a puddle at first, it seems that after the boulder was broken, a big pit appeared, which attracted water again, and turned into a puddle."

The pool was not big, Yanjin explored around it, the width was about the same as the bamboo bed he slept on, Qing Heng said that there were a few fish in the water, there were green aquatic plants, the water was still clear, and there was wet mud on all sides.

"I said I wanted to go fishing before, so there is a water pool here." Yan Jin smiled, leaned over to touch it again, his hands were stained with mud, and said, "It's just right, use these gravels to surround the surrounding area."

This job is not difficult to do, and the gravel becomes finer by knocking and beating, and it is paved around the pool to form a circular small gravel road.

Although it is not troublesome, it will take effort. It is too late to repair the pool, and the progress of building the kitchen has slowed down. The silver and vermilion silk satin planted in the morning will not be harvested until the morning after tomorrow. I have not planted anything else in the past two days, so I don’t need to charge anything tonight. , Just light a joss stick under the tree.

There is still rice, oil and salt in reserve, so he doesn’t have to worry about running out of food from time to time. He originally planned to grow some vegetables and fruits to sell, but this strange land can only produce one seed a day, and he is not allowed to mass produce it. Opportunity, it seems that he is determined to only meet his needs.

Fortunately, the things grown are very interesting, even silk cloth can grow, can we also look forward to it, in the future it will grow money, or it can grow a house, he thought to himself, when he came, houses were very expensive of.

Sitting by the water pool at night drinking tea... There is no tea, but the tea set is very elegant, even if it is filled with clear water, it seems to be able to smell the fragrance. There are ripples, and when it is quiet, it seems that even fish swimming in the water can be heard.

Sitting across from him, Qing Heng looked at the shining spots of light flying across the night sky, like bright stars.

After listening to his description, Yanjin told him: "This is a firefly, a very magical creature with its own light."

It's a pity that he can't see it, otherwise, this mountain breeze, flowing water, and a few fireflies must be the best in the world.

Qing Heng said melancholy: "Do you really have no memories of the past?"

"I have a lot of memories." He smiled while holding his cup. "When I was young, I caught grasshoppers in the field. I was the naughtiest student in the class. Later, I also taught students. I also worked as a programmer. I kept busy Do not sleep for a few days, participate in scientific research, fly a plane to the sky, go to the ground for archaeology, also deliver food, do express delivery, repair water and electricity to clear the sewer..."

Qing Heng didn't answer, and he didn't understand a word.

Yanjin laughed when he talked about himself: "I'm just kidding, I made it up." The stories are all about his various professions, and he really has no memory of his identity here.

I don't know where it came from, and where it went.

But it's not bad to have a place to live.