Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Qing Heng turned into a human form, sitting opposite him, the smell of tea made him feel close, he wanted to pick up a cup of tea, but he was afraid of being heard too loudly, so he could only smell the aroma, watching him put the copper-colored Playing with the bracelet back and forth in his hand, he asked, "Who do you want to give it to?"

"Well...how about..."

"For Aunt Shen?" Qing Heng thought that this was one of the few people he knew.

"I'll give her a bracelet, okay?" Yan Jin almost dropped the bracelet on the table.

"Then for Xiaoyue?" Didn't the vendor in the daytime say that both men and women wear it?

"Although there is nothing wrong with it, why should I give him something for no reason?"

"Then what did you buy it for?"

Good question!

Yanzhu also wanted to know.

He sighed, "If you have a human form, I'll give it to you."

Qing Heng's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't speak for a while.

Yanjin continued: "I don't know if you will like this style?"

"I like it." He stretched out his hand to touch it.

Yanjin couldn't see it, but she happened to take it back: "Okay, I'll keep it, and I promise not to give it to anyone. I'll give it to you when you transform into a human form."

Qing Heng's fingertips touched a touch of coldness, and it was fleeting: "But you said that you are not used to having other people here. If I transform into a human form, it will be very inconvenient for you."

"You are not someone else, and there is no inconvenience. This place will be better than it is now."

"Oh." Qing Heng said, let's wait for a better time to tell you, his eyes glanced away, and he saw something vaguely, "The colorful silk..."

"It's really long, what is it?"

"It's... a firefly, no, no, it's a star."

"What?" Yan Jin stood up, "Qing Heng, are you sure you're not joking?"

"Stars rise from the soil and float around you and me. The fluorescent light shimmers and undulates faintly. I'm not joking." Qing Heng raised his hand to catch a star, and when it fell into his palm, it turned into a small drop of water.

Yanjin also caught a star, and said with a smile, "Do you like shimmering things?"

"Ah."

Yanjin didn't know why, but suddenly a thought flashed, he raised his hand, and a little bit of fire spewed out of his hand, entwined and surrounded by those stars, like the streamer in the Milky Way that he looked up at, floating in the night, like Light gauze surrounds.

Qing Heng lit the fire, it was slightly hot but could be touched, it was warmer in this cold night.

Stardust falls into the world, while fire falls into the heart.

Yanjin said: "I seem to have a unique ability to control fire." Then he thought, "Today is the Changting Festival. Could it be that the tree also gave us a gift?"

Give him the stars that are within reach, and also the fire that Qing Heng can touch.

Qing Heng looked at him quietly, and after a long time, quietly turned back to his sword and approached him: "You grab me well."

"what are you going to do?"

He just finished asking but felt that his body was suspended in the air, Qing Heng took him up into the air, riding the wind, passing lightly in the sky full of stars and flowing fire, Yan Jin grabbed him at first, then hugged him, Stepping on the flying flowers in the mountains with him, pushing away the mist, blowing the grass and trees, and flying the clothes in the mountain wind.

Qing Heng spoke in the wind, his shallow voice falling in the stars and streamer.

He said, "Why don't I recognize you as the master?"

Yanjin hugged him tightly and smiled softly: "You can also never recognize the Lord."

"I can't decide. If someone wants to form a pact with me, I can only be loyal to him in the future. I can't run away or give up. No matter how he treats me, even if he is melted and destroyed, I can't resist. Even if he dies, I can't choose another owner, I will be buried with him and never see the light of day again."

Yan Jin's smile disappeared: "Then you must meet a good master."

Qing Heng paused for a moment, suddenly felt his whole body was cold, and said with a light smile, "That's right."

Yanjin said again: "Let's go back."

Qing Heng carried him back to the bamboo house.

Standing firmly on the ground, Yan Jin stroked the sword head beside him, and said in a warm voice: "Do you think... I am suitable?"

Qing Heng transformed into a human form, his sleeves moved lightly, but he didn't speak for a while.

"I'm not suitable?"

"I thought you disagreed." Qing Heng took a step forward, trying to hug him, but still couldn't touch him. He looked at his hand bitterly, "I can only recognize one owner, you..."

"I don't know how to use a sword." Yan Jin said.

"What?" Qing Heng's heart tightened, did he want to go back on his word?

"So, I won't buy any other swords."

"I..." Qing Heng said hastily, "I will help you. The sword formed by the contract can make moves according to the master's wishes. I don't need you to use the sword, and I can fight for you."

Yan Jin shook his head helplessly, Mr. Sword Spirit, you don't know if you really don't know or if you're fake, I formed a bond with you, just wanting you not to fall into the wrong hands, why would I want you to fight for me?

What's more, isn't what I face every day turning over a few leaves to grow something, what kind of battle to kill and what kind of enemy?

The so-called contract of dripping blood, the master cuts the eyebrows to take blood, drips it into the sword body, the blood flows from the spine of the sword, and disappears until the tip of the sword, and the bond is completed.

The process of forming a bond is not difficult, but no one in Chen Mingzong dares to make a move on him.

Chen Mingzong protected him very well, and has always been only allowed to borrow it, not to take it for himself.

It's just that the sword body is crippled now, so it was abandoned after all.

Yan Jin dripped blood from the center of his eyebrows onto the sword body, and the red blood flowed from top to bottom, flowing in the body, and seemed to be absorbed, and gradually disappeared.

But he felt the heat bubbling, and he lowered his eyes, seeing that the broken and uneven parts of his body showed some signs of healing.

Yan Jin was also surprised: "Could it be that my blood can help you recover?"

He was about to cut his palm again, and Qing Heng hurriedly stopped him: "Not every time is useful, I form a contract with you, and I have obtained the energy in your blood. Response is only useful for the first time, and it is useless later.”

Yanjin had no choice but to stop.

Because of this, Qing Heng recalled the neglected question: "I forgot, I am a broken sword, if I go into battle, my ability will be damaged, but... I will do my best."

Flame Ember: "..."

I really don't need you to fight for me!

He shook his head, but said in a soft tone: "I will find a way to help you fix it."

Qing Heng laughed, relying on his invisibility and illusion of human form, the black sleeves swept across Yan Jin's face: "Thank you, master."

Yanjin choked for no reason: "Well... you can just call me by my name, as usual, you don't need to see outsiders."

Qing Heng recalled carefully, he had never been called by his name before.

I never called him at all, I just said something directly.

He hesitated for a while, but nodded: "Okay."

This night Chimu Mountain is full of stars and fire, and there are occasional fireworks blooming below the mountain, which also reflect the night sky on the mountain. The long street in the town, the long pavilion is deserted tonight, and countless lovers raise their eyes to watch together. Sometimes there are flying flowers. Slowly falling down.

There are also incense candles all over the house to pray, wishing the country and people peace, wishing the weather is smooth, and wishing that there is a lover, and finally we can cut the candles in front of the window together.

At night, Qing lay beside Yanjin, with ups and downs in his heart, unconsciously turning into a human form, seeing Yanjin turning over, he quickly recovered his sword.

Yan Jin touched the blade and moved slightly: "What's the matter, haven't you slept yet?"

Qing Heng hesitated for a while, and said: "Since you and I have formed a contract, I can no longer prevent you from touching the sword. I will fight for you in the future. You need to be familiar with me. Where is my sharp blade and where is my sword?" The gap, where it can pierce the opponent with one blow, and where it is easy to break after being severely injured..."

Yan Jin closed his eyes as if he hadn't fully woken up yet: "I really don't need..." Before he finished speaking, he was already awake.

Qing Heng is a sword, originally a weapon, that is his mission.

He paused, and half-jokingly said: "Okay, then I have to get acquainted with it." He touched the head of the sword, "Well, I am familiar with it, go to sleep."

On the contrary, Qing Heng became serious: "You... You can't do this, you have to take off my scabbard."