Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Yanjin stood under the tree and felt it, the wind mainly blows from the front, this direction should be the wind outlet, since it is the wind outlet, it should also be the way down the mountain.

As he walked forward, he heard a slight cough beside him.

He was quite curious: "The sword can cough, so could it be possible to catch cold?"

The other party thought for a moment: "The wind is too strong, it is indeed a bit cold."

He stopped slightly: "Are you still conscious?"

The other party hesitated: "Yes."

Otherwise, why would you feel cold?

Yan Jin felt that the wind was not very cold, and from what the sword spirit said earlier, the weeds were not withered and yellow, the leaves on the trees were still green, and it was probably just autumn.

It's cold at this time, what should I do in winter?

"Maybe there is no scabbard." Sword Spirit said.

"So, the scabbard is equivalent to your clothes, so now you..."

without clothes?

Fortunately, you are only in the form of a sword.

"I'm going down the mountain, are you going?" He asked.

There was silence around him for a moment: "If you're not fully clothed, forget it."

Flame Ember: "..."

Luckily I can't see it, right?

It doesn't have to be, who cares if Jian wears clothes?

It's fine if you don't agree, and he continues to move forward.

After walking a few steps, I heard a voice behind me: "Are you coming back?"

"If there is a way to make a living, there is no need to stay here. Unlike you, I don't need to eat and drink, and I don't have the pleasure of hiding in the mountains. By the way, since you can move freely, why don't you return to Chen Mingzong?"

"The sword body is broken and has no value for reuse. Chen Mingzong will not recycle it."

He stopped when he heard this, and turned his head even though he couldn't see it: "You can go elsewhere, are you going to stay here forever?"

Even if it is a sword that does not need to eat or drink, but since the sword spirit is born, with consciousness, you can see everything. Wouldn't you be lonely if you don't see the world?

He himself is because the author didn't think about the origin of the villain, and randomly arranged him in this barren mountain, but what is the reason for this one?

He recalled the plot carefully, but couldn't recall the details of a sword: "Who is your master?"

"I have been stored in the Jiange of Chen Mingzong, and I have not recognized the master."

"Who brought you out then?"

"The sword in battle will seal off the consciousness of the sword spirit. I can't remember clearly. I don't know who borrowed me and left me here, but I think that even if that person is not my master, he also has a short-term contract relationship. There must be a reason for keeping me, I have to wait for that person, and I can't leave for now."

"What if it is a defeated person who has no intention of leaving you here, that person may be dead, or, as you said, the broken sword is useless, and Chen Mingzong doesn't want it anymore, how can you be sure? Will this person come back to you?"

"This..." Sword Spirit's voice was full of confusion, "But... the sword cannot voluntarily abandon its master."

"Okay then." Yan Jin stopped persuading, and walked a few more steps while leaning on the bamboo pole, the wind was getting stronger as he walked forward, and his hair and clothes fluttered with the wind.

As he walked, his steps slowed down for no reason, he stroked his clothes, it was a good brocade.

He covered a corner of the hem of his clothes, tore off a large piece with all his strength, stopped, turned around and raised his hands: "If you are afraid of the cold, why don't you wrap this up?"

He heard some noises at the end of the sentence, it should be that the sword spirit came to him, but he didn't take the lapel for a long time, he was about to ask, remembering that this person has no hands and feet, and can't hold things, so he shook the curtain: "Will you come to me?" Come here, and I'll wrap you up."

After a pause, there was still no movement, he said: "Why, you don't want to?"

"No, I'm already in front of you." Qingya's voice rushed towards her face, the distance was as close as spring breeze, Yan Jin was distracted for a moment, and then stretched out her hand to explore.

I brushed my hand over the head of the sword, but felt it was icy cold, felt that the ring had fallen off, and the hand guard was only half, and the body of the sword was covered with mottled spots.

It is indeed a sword that cannot be damaged any more.

He sighed softly.

The sword shook in his hand: "You...don't touch it."

He still wanted to probe again: "It doesn't matter, you are already like this, I will touch it a few times and it will be fine, my hands will not be scratched, don't worry."

Sword Spirit faltered: "No, I'm a little itchy."

"..." Yan Jin stopped moving, "Do you still have a sense of touch?"

"Yes."

"Oh." He has sentience and touch, and has no clothes, so he touched the naked sword spirit just now?

Yanjin withdrew his hands, wrapped the curtain around him, wrapped it a few times and tied it with a knot, and there was still some extra fabric on it: "Is this sword head your head? I'll fold a hat for you. By the way, this is mine. What kind of clothes are they?"

"Dark green wide-sleeved, cross-collar robe."

"Dark green?" He slowed down putting on his hat, patted the other person's head instead, and laughed dryly, "Okay, are you still cold?"

"Better, thank you."

"No need." He turned around again, waved his sleeves to say goodbye, walked a few more steps, and asked casually, "Have you not gone back yet?"

"No." The voice was still there.

"Haha, you don't have to send me off."

"I... have nothing to do." Jian Ling said, saying that he was going back, but who knows if that bamboo house is his home?

Yanjin knocked forward with his crutches for a while.

After walking for a long time, he turned around and said, "I'd better leave tomorrow."

Sword Spirit was surprised: "Aren't you very hungry?"

"I can't starve to death for a day, not to mention that there may not be food to be found on this mountain." He moved back step by step, "Come on, let's go and see that field again, maybe we can find something to eat."

One person and one sword returned to the front of the bamboo house. It was already dusk, and birds in the distance sometimes startled from the forest, shattering the tranquility of the mountain.

There must have been birds and beasts in the forest in the mountains, but hunting in his state was out of the question. He leaned over and touched the field again, thinking that he could actually grow something here.

But before the seeds grow fruit, he still has to eat, so he can't stay here, at least not now.

"Doubt..." He was lying on the ground, and heard another doubt from the sword spirit.

"What?" He got up quickly.

"There is a..."

Just saying that there is something in the soil, he moved forward excitedly: "What what?"

"Forehead……"

"Speak quickly."

The sword spirit faltered: "The bottom is white, the top is green, and the shape is oval...vegetable."

"Can't you just say what it is?" Yan Jin had difficulty moving, and it was very difficult to walk to the other end of the field.

Sword Spirit did not speak.

Yan Jin had no choice but to walk over, leaned over to touch it, and was overjoyed: "A Chinese cabbage."

"Chinese cabbage?"

"Isn't it?" He thought he had touched it wrong.

Sword Spirit didn't speak again.

Yan Jin realized that this guy didn't know Chinese cabbage at all.

It is also understandable, how can a sword used to kill enemies have a chance to know vegetables?

He was surrounded by excitement at this moment: "There is something to eat." Then he looked around, "Is there any more?"

"Nothing."

"This is strange. How could there be only one vegetable growing in a field?" But even though there was only one vegetable, the urgent need was solved. He walked back with the Chinese cabbage in his arms, "Go back, light a fire and cook."

Back at the bamboo house, the joy was watered by a basin of cold water. The room was very clean. There was a bed, a desk in the middle, a long and narrow table in front of the window, a chair with a backrest next to it, and a wooden cabinet on the other side. Although the furnishings are dilapidated, there is no dust. Because it is made of bamboo, there is a fresh air of bamboo from time to time, and it feels refined and elegant, but there is no kitchen or stove here.

But no conditions can stop the desire to eat. Fortunately, there are pottery bowls in the cabinet. He groped to pick up some branches and weeds, and built a simple shelf at the door, put the pottery bowls on it, and washed the Chinese cabbage. , Tear it open, add water and put it in, put weeds under the shelf and ignite it.

There is no fire book here, so I have to imitate drilling wood to make fire. I thought it would be a troublesome thing, but I didn’t want to make a fire. It went smoothly. He simply rubbed the stone in his hand, sparks were born, and a little more on the weeds, it was fine. caught.

"Simple version of boiled cabbage." He was very satisfied when he heard the boiling water gurgling.

"Boiled cabbage?" Sword Spirit had never heard of it before, "Is this delicious?"

"Of course it won't be delicious just to boil it in boiling water. The real boiled cabbage is boiled in bone broth, then the soup base is cleared with chicken fluff, and poured on the cabbage. The process is very complicated."

It's just that he doesn't care about whether it's good or not, it's good to have something to eat.

"It smells good." Jian Ling said.

The pottery bowl exudes the inherent freshness of the vegetables. The vegetables are already cooked, and the flames are about to be turned off. After thinking about it, "Are you cold? If it's cold, I won't turn it off."

"It's already better with the skirt wrapped."

These words were still a bit cold, he didn't turn off the fire, and took the bowl: "It's quite fragrant, can you smell it too?"

"Ah."

"But can't eat?"

"No."

He can only watch but not eat. Fortunately, he should not feel hungry, otherwise wouldn't it be very tortured?

It’s okay without oil and salt. After eating a bowl of Chinese cabbage, his hunger suddenly dissipated. He began to think about where this Chinese cabbage came from. He leaned on a cane and returned to the position where the cabbage was picked. This place is at the edge of the field. The furthest from the bamboo house is near the well.

He dug the soil around here and found no seedlings or seeds.

"That is to say, this Chinese cabbage came out of nowhere?" Even if there was only one seed, how could it grow in less than a day when he woke up tomorrow without a seedling?

He thought about some reasons, maybe this Chinese cabbage itself grew out, but the sword spirit didn't look carefully, and didn't notice it during the day, or maybe, this field or this Chinese cabbage was so talented that it couldn't grow according to Chang Gui's growth time to determine.

After all, the book is the background of self-cultivation, what is impossible?

The left and right fields can be planted. Tomorrow, I will find a way to go down the mountain to exchange some seeds.

So this trip still has to go down the mountain. He returned to the fire and said, "I'm going down the mountain tomorrow morning."

It took him a long time to respond, so much so that he thought that the sword spirit was no longer here, and the other party hesitated a little: "Isn't there something to eat?"

"...I can't just eat one meal for the rest of my life."

"Oh."

The mountain wind was cold and cool at night, the fire was alright at first, but the wind was too strong behind, the weeds had burned out, and gradually extinguished, Yanjin patted his clothes and got up: "Go into the house."

For the sake of safety, he didn't intend to light a fire in the house. There was a quilt on the bamboo bed. Although there was only a thin quilt and no bedding, it was enough to keep warm, and the other one didn't take up space, so it shouldn't affect much. Spread out the bedding first: "Do you sleep inside or outside, by the way, do you sleep?"