Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Yanjin slightly bent his mouth: "Didn't you say that the scabbard is your clothes, and you want me to take off your clothes?"

Hearing this, Qing Heng felt that if he was in human form, his face would be flushed. He paused for a while, then whispered: "That's different."

"The scars on your body... I know it." Yan Jin said, he touched it very early, when he first wrapped the cloth for him, and when he made the bamboo scabbard.

"That's... different." Qing Heng continued, his low voice lingering in his ears, "I still avoided you a little at that time, but now, I... I won't hide." He seemed I was also cheering myself up, "You...you have to clean the blade and scabbard frequently."

When I bought the leather scabbard before, the casting shop sent a dust-free cloth specially used for wiping, but Yan Jin thought Qing Heng was so shy, so he brought it back and never used it, and kept pressing it under the pillow.

He probed under the pillow: "Okay, I'll wipe it for you, but..."

"But what?"

"It's nothing." Yan Jin wanted to say, but don't talk, as soon as you talk, I always feel that there is a person lying beside me instead of a sword, but I also thought that if he didn't say this, it might not make people think, saying Instead, it makes people think in other ways.

He sat up, quickly removed the clear and horizontal scabbard, and pressed the sword back under the quilt: "I'll wipe the scabbard first, and you sleep first."

Then he took the leather scabbard in his hand and wiped it repeatedly.

Qing Heng was buried in the quilt, touched the temperature of the quilt, looked at Yan Jin's profile in the red candle in front of the window, and for no reason turned into a human figure, his face turned red when he was not wearing clothes, but when he imagined returning to the sword body, he suddenly changed into a human figure. He didn't want to go back, so he tucked in the corner of the quilt.

Yanjin seemed to have sensed something, stopped his hands and turned to look over.

Qing Heng buried himself in the bed, only two eyes were exposed, and then he realized that he couldn't see.

So he boldly poked his head out again: "What's wrong?"

Yanjin said: "The scabbard is wiped, you..."

It was time for him to wipe the blade, but the more nervous Qing Heng was, the more he couldn't change it.

Normally, when Yan Jin stretched out his hand, Qing Heng would automatically come to his hand, but this time he didn't touch him, he was slightly startled: "Are you sleepy, then turn around and..."

"No, not at all." Qing Heng said hastily, quickly gathered his energy, and finally turned back to the sword body.

He flew out of the bed and stood in Yanjin's palm: "It's done."

Yanjin caressed him, wiping him carefully, the movement was very light, only using the dust-free cloth to caress slowly, the hand was always suspended, and never really touched him once.

Qing Heng's unstoppable heart gradually settled down.

After wiping, all the anxiety and shyness disappeared, leaving only lazy sleepiness.

Yanjin called softly: "Qingheng?"

There was no response, the sword in the palm was already on the arm, and he fell into a drowsy sleep.

Yanjin chuckled lightly, and put him back under the quilt.

At dawn the next day, fresh after the rain, he planted the silver and vermilion silk and satin, turned over three leaves, and planned to plant flowers tomorrow.

The red candle was lit yesterday, and ten leaves were born. There are still 28 leaves left on the tree. After ten incense candles were lit, there are still 38 leaves.

The fruit should be ripe tonight, if Yue Xiaohan and the others don't come, Yan Jin plans to send it to Fang's house in person.

But just after the morning, Yue Xiaohan came, not only came early, but also accompanied by someone, Aunt Shen kept her word, and Yue Xiaohan and his son came to help.

Listening to Qing Heng's description, Shen's son's face is also pretty, but his whiteness is not normal, he looks like someone who has not seen the sun all year round, and he doesn't seem to be able to do physical work. Yue Xiaohan introduced that his name is Shen You, and his age does not count. Younger, sixteen or seventeen years old, only one or two years younger than Yue Xiaohan.

He was really afraid of people, so he hid behind Yue Xiaohan and kept tugging at his sleeves, Yue Xiaohan coaxed him softly: "These two are gods, they are very good, don't be afraid, you are not Do you have something to give to them, can you go and give it yourself?"

Shen You nodded after a long time, walked over slowly, and handed a bundle to Yan Jin: "I... my mother has made your clothes and I will give them to you."

Yanjin stretched out his hand to pick it up, but before he could hold it firmly, he let go, so that the burden shook off in Yanjin's hands.

The white layered clothes spread out like snow, Shen You carefully returned to Yue Xiaohan's side, took his arm and said, "My mother...made him a mourning dress?"

"No, this is the best silk with that kind of silver pattern on it. Many rich families like light-colored clothes, so it may look more...elegant. When I went back to Chenming Sect, the disciples there also wore uniform white clothes. , it’s amazing.”

Yan Jin didn't like white clothes very much because he couldn't stand dirty clothes, but he had no other clothes to choose, not to mention that the Shen family's aunt couldn't live up to her wishes, so he turned the wheelchair into the house, changed his clothes, opened the door after changing, and opened the door. Qing Heng was by his side: "How about it, do you think it looks good?"

"nice."

Yanjin waited for a while, but didn't hear him say that you look good in whatever you wear, which means it's not a polite remark, so he smiled: "Am I worthy of you?"

Qing Heng was startled: "What?"

"A famous sword is matched with a loyal and brave hero, or a gentleman who follows the rules. Am I considered a hero or a gentleman?"

Qing Heng smiled slowly, before he was about to speak, Yan Jin said again: "However, if you deserve it or not, that's all. You and I have formed a contract, you can't run away, and you can't get away with it."

Qing Heng said: "Yes."

Over there, Shen You looked at them in horror: "Why can the sword talk?"

Yue Xiaohan explained to him for a long time, such as this is a fairy, there are spells and so on, Shen You nodded and frowned: "I understand the truth, but why can the sword talk?"

Yue Xiaohan: "..."

Yue Xiaohan stepped forward and said, "Immortal, let us help you build a thatched shed."

The thatched hut at the entrance was only half built. Yue Xiaohan was very agile at work. He climbed up and down and built walls and mud. He built the thatched hut before dark. When you get up, the other two sides don’t need to build walls, it’s just an open space covered with grass mats to avoid water.

Yanjin built a hearth, so that an outdoor kitchen was completed, and the writing desk under the umbrella over there could just be used as a dining table.

Although Shen You said he was here to help, but he was helpless. When Yan Jin and Yue Xiaohan built a straw hut, he carried a book and sat cross-legged under a tree to read it seriously.

However, he is self-taught in reading and knows all the words, but he can't understand some uncommon words. Qing Heng occasionally circles above his head, and when he sees the marked place, he will remind him to explain a few words. I was questioning why the sword could talk, but later I got used to it, and when I met someone who couldn't, I gave it to Yue Xiaohan and asked Yue Xiaohan to ask him.

Yan Jin had always wanted to ask if Sword Spirit had read books, but thinking about it, since he had been instilled with the knowledge of immortal sect, it was reasonable to instill some knowledge as well.

At night, the kitchen has been fully set up. Several people are sitting by the desk, the tea in the cup is fragrant, and the tassels hanging from the oil-paper umbrella sway gently in the wind, shattering the moonlight.

Yue Xiaohan opened the lid of the glazed porcelain cup, took a sip of the tea, then put down the lid and poured it down in one gulp, shaking his head and saying, "The cup is too small."

After drinking, he volunteered to prepare to cook, but although there was a stove, there was no such thing as an iron pot that could be placed on the stove. Yan Jin had a small transparent pot, and he took it out to have a look, and couldn't help showing The look of disgust: "Where can I cook here?"

He trotted back down the mountain and brought a pot and a shovel. Yan Jin ate one potato yesterday, and yesterday he boiled it, mashed it into a puree, added seasonings and oil, mashed potatoes without milk butter and chicken juice, it was fine. Also delicious.

There were still two potatoes left today. Yue Xiaohan peeled off the skin with a few brushes, cut into shreds, put the oil into the pan, and finished a plate of fried shredded potatoes. Then he went to the pool to catch a fish and seasoned it Steam, after steaming, pour hot oil on it, and the steamed fish is ready.

He really didn't want to use the small transparent pot. He always felt that it was very fragile, as if it would break if he touched it casually, but he picked some mushrooms nearby. The method of setting up a shelf is to cook the soup over a fire.

When the soup is stewed, cook some rice in a large pot. After the pot is opened, oil is poured in along the sides, but when you hear the sound of "stabbing", use a shovel to shovel out the rice, and there is a layer of browned and crispy rice crust underneath.

Yanjin suddenly became idle, holding the teacup, and only waited for Yue Xiaohan to bring firewood when he needed to light a fire. He snapped his fingers on the firewood, and the firewood was lit.

The meal was ready, and the three of them sat outside the courtyard with a sword in the breeze and moon, listening to the birdsong in the mountains, eating and chatting.

At this time, the fruit was also ripe, so Yan Jin went to touch it, and it was ten Sydney pears. Yue Xiaohan put them away, and just mentioned the Fang family, and couldn't help but say a few more words: "Mr. Dao, I am very interested in all spiritual things, but if this is the case, why do you get married?"

"Why can disciples of Chen Mingzong marry at will?" Yan Jin asked.

"Outer disciples don't interfere." Yue Xiaohan had been to Chenming Sect, so he had some understanding of this point.

Qing Heng added: "The disciples of the inner sect don't interfere, but most of the disciples go to achieve the right result of cultivation, and they will often automatically end the fate of the world."

Yanjin thought, this is a good thing, the main character will not have the bloody worldly vision and the obstacles of the teacher when they fall in love later on.

After eating, Yan Jin sat by the water pool and wiped the scabbard with a Qing Heng. He would not take it off when outsiders were around, and wiped it together.

Wipe it back and forth a few times, sniff your nose, but smell a sticky smell, and frowned: "Is there something still in the pot?"

Yue Xiaohan looked back: "No."

He got up again and went to the stove to have a look: "It's really not there."

Then turning around, he suddenly saw a thick smoke coming from the bottom of the mountain, and he was stunned: "No, it's on fire."

His first reaction was that his house or Shen's house was on fire, he ran two steps, and pressed Shen You who was following him: "Xiao You, don't go, it's dangerous, immortals please help me take care of him."

After saying that, he quickly ran down the mountain, Shen You was pushed to Yan Jin's side, Yan Jin pulled him back: "You should stay here."

Qing Heng said: "How about I go and have a look?"

Yanjin also pulled him reflexively, and Qing Heng explained: "I am a sword, originally forged from raging fire, how can ordinary fire withstand me?"

Only then did Yan Jin let go: "Be careful then."

"En." Qing Heng flew out of his hand and quickly followed Yue Xiaohan.