Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Yan Jin wanted to enter the house but couldn't, and it was almost dark, Yue Xiaohan came down from the roof, clapped his hands and said: "It's almost done."

He was speechless: "Where did you cultivate?"

Yue Xiaohan pointed at the wall: "It's not ventilated, you will be warm if you sleep again."

Yan Jin was stunned: "I'm asking you, have you been cultivating for half an hour today?"

"It's only half an hour, I've been practicing for a day."

Yan Jin was anxious: "I mean, have you cultivated yet?"

"Oh." Yue Xiaohan scratched his head, "I don't have time today, I promise to practice hard tomorrow."

It was getting late and they had to go home.

Yanjin sighed: "But I have to thank you for helping me repair the house."

"It's my duty to do things for the master."

"Ahem." He smiled, "You don't need to be so polite."

"I'm not being polite. Even if there is no such relationship, if you let me absorb the spiritual energy here, I should give something back. Chen Mingzong regards the spiritual energy as very precious, and we, the preparatory disciples, are not allowed to occupy their spiritual energy."

Yan Jin had the illusion of renting land and collecting rent in a daze. The problem was that he himself was not yet known whether he was the owner or the tenant.

After the two left, he knocked on the door outside the house: "Qing Heng?"

Qing Heng had already turned into a human figure, sitting on the bed with his head bowed, the room was a bit shady, but he felt cold, so he picked up the red dress on the bed and put it on his body, remembering that Yan Jin said that this dress was made for him, but He was still a bit late in making clothes, and he hadn't finished one piece of clothing for many days. Up to now, this red dress is just a cloak.

Hearing the knock on the door, he raised his head and sat back after a while.

Yanjin laughed outside: "Don't be angry..."

He hesitated: "I... I'm not angry."

"Then why don't you open the door?"

"I seem to..." He felt as if he was going to be angry, because Yanjin lied to him, but he shouldn't be angry, because it was made up by himself, and he shouldn't be angry but he was still angry, so would it make him angry? Others are also angry.

If others get angry, he blames himself, but he doesn't know where to start, so he is suddenly ashamed to see others.

He walked slowly to the door, pulled the latch, and said with downcast eyes: "I'm really not angry, it's just that I don't know how to talk to you for a while."

Yan Jin stood at the door, dazed in a daze.

Qing Heng didn't hear the response, so he didn't dare to raise his head: "Are you angry?"

"No." Yan Jin returned to his senses, "The clothes are not ready yet."

"You can also wear it." Qing Heng tugged at the red dress, hesitating again, "Did you really give it to me?"

"Well, it's for you." Yanjin turned around, "I'll cook something, do you want to eat?"

"I can't eat it."

"Still can't eat?"

"Ah."

"Okay." Yan Jin was a little absent-minded about this meal, not to mention that he didn't grow anything else these days, only Chinese cabbage was the most, so he simply fried a cabbage and ate it with porridge.

After eating and washing, sit at the table under the paper umbrella and drink tea. At night, the mountains are gray, and there is a crescent moon in the sky, and birds fly by from time to time.

After the bamboo house is repaired, the structure is tight, and the light green tulle is faintly visible in the blue-yellow.

The kitchen is next to the bamboo house. The open kitchen is surrounded by bamboos, forming a large courtyard, including the field. The soil in the field is very fine and free of impurities. It is brownish red, with many branches, but only dozens of leaves, which looks very sparse.

The edge of the well was black, and several layers of surrounding white bricks were pasted in the middle to make the black less obtrusive. The wooden barrel was hung on the wheel, and the hemp rope swayed in the wind.

The small stones on the edge of the pool are all white, and occasionally fish jump out and make splashes.

Qing Heng came slowly and sat opposite him.

Yan Jin glanced over.

Under the light pink oiled paper umbrella, silk ribbons danced gently, like a drizzle from the south of the Yangtze River with falling flowers, blowing the mountain wind hazy.

After Qing Heng sat down, he stroked the white porcelain cup and smelled the fragrance of tea. The cup was adorned with glazed flowers. The Twelve Flower Order he had chosen at the beginning was now holding a branch of plum, and the plum blossom branches were entangled on the porcelain cup. Wrapped around, it seems to be wrapped around his jade fingertips.

Yanjin's eyes slowly moved up from his fingertips, and stopped on his face.

That face is like a bright moon, like clear frost.

His eyes have been able to see from a while ago.

He didn't remember why, but there was a sudden change. After thinking about it, it was when he touched the iron brocade box that Fang Lingyu handed over to him.

But the piece of iron has been swallowed by the land, and he can't find it anymore. He doesn't know if the piece of iron has any connection with him.

In the beginning, I was able to see the phantom, and then gradually there was a blurred outline. Today, until just now, I can see clearly.

From the moment he saw the phantom, he knew that Qing Heng could transform into a human form. At that time, after receiving the iron plate, Qing Heng stood beside his wheelchair in human form.

But Qing Heng never told him, and the people around him also coincidentally did not mention it.

In fact, it was also mentioned. For example, Yue Xiaohan said that Qing Heng changed his clothes in a short time, but he didn't think about it at the time, and others probably thought it was impossible for him not to know, so they didn't say it.

Qing Heng didn't want to tell him that there must be a reason, so he pretended not to know, anyway, he still couldn't see clearly before, and he couldn't touch it even after trying, so to him, it doesn't make much difference whether Qing Heng has a human form or not, he It also seems that he has not yet recognized him as a human being.

But this time it was different, just now he opened the door clearly, and he saw it clearly.

The sword spirit in red clothes wears a hair crown inlaid with red jade, tassels are hidden in the hair, and under the red clothes is a black gown with gold patterns.

Eyebrows, lips...he could see them clearly, so he couldn't help but froze, and it took him a while to react.

The sword spirit of Xianmen really has the appearance of a fairy.

Sitting here on weekdays, sometimes Qing Heng would quietly move Zhu Shamei over, take a closer look, and then move back silently after looking after it.

At this time, Yanjin watched him move the flowers lightly and put them on the table carefully, then watched him fiddle with the flower branches, and poured some water, turned the flower pots for a while, and then put them back gently in front of the window.

Then he came back and sat down, didn't sit for a long time, walked to the edge of the pool, tapped his toes, deliberately floated on the surface of the water, watching the fish in the water did not run around this time, but gathered under his feet.

When all the fish came over, he suddenly turned into a sword body, and the fish immediately scattered.

He returned to the water's edge and regained his human form, flicked his sleeves, and snorted softly.

Come back and sit down, and get up again in a while.

Yanjin lamented that I haven't looked at you properly, and said, "Stop busy, sit quietly for a while, I... can hear you moving all the time."

Qing Heng thought his movements were very light, and suddenly blushed: "Did I disturb you?"

"No." Yan Jin said, and sighed again, "Well, you can do whatever you want."

Qing Heng forgot what he was doing just now, and sat quietly without moving, holding a cup to keep warm, and the red cloak fluttered lightly in the wind.

Yanjin said: "Based on my craftsmanship... this piece of cloth can only be made into a cloak, I will plant some more and add more, next time I will add sleeves, and next time I will add a collar, you just make it. "

The other party said: "I have a scabbard as long as I have it."

"You have to believe me... I don't know when I will make it. Maybe you don't need only the scabbard at that time." He smiled helplessly. Before that, of course he had to buy the scabbard for Qing Heng , after all, the scabbard seems to be changing clothes. The clothes are finished products, a complete set of equipment, and they look good.

Qing Heng nodded: "En."

He sat quietly like this, Yan Jin looked at his appearance carefully, and suddenly thought, before Qing Heng said he was the prettiest, he said at that time that you haven't seen the world yet, so you can't say the best.

But he came from another world, in that crowded city, thousands of people passed by him, can he be regarded as having seen the world?

Can you afford to say "most"?

The person in front of him was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

Until the night was dark and it was time to wash and go to bed, Yan Jin turned his eyes away. Today he just wanted to try the newly made bathtub, but suddenly thought: "Qingheng, do you need to take a bath?"

Qing Heng didn't need it when he transformed into a human form, not because he wasn't dirty, but because Yan Jin would wipe the sword body and scabbard for him every day, so it would naturally be clean when he transformed into a human form.

But today Yanjin probably forgot and didn't wipe it.

He thought about it for a while, and then said embarrassedly, "I...I'll wait a while."

He fetched some water later, then turned into a sword body and jumped into the bucket to clean it up a few times.

Yanjin didn't remember the connection between the sword body and the human form for a moment: "Don't wait, you go first." He was about to pour hot water into the bathtub, thinking about the cold outside, so he moved the bucket into the room first, and then Pour hot water in a pot.

The house has been repaired, and it is indeed airtight. The door has not been replaced, but when he made the bathtub today, he nailed a board to it to block the wind.

In this cold wind, a little candlelight in the house, the heat is lingering, and the water vapor in the bucket is scattered in the small bamboo house, adding warmth.

Qing Heng stood by the bucket, but said that so much water is not a waste.

Yan Jin tested the water temperature: "It's just right, you wash it, I'll go out first..." Before he could finish speaking, Qing Henghuan returned to the sword body, and jumped into the water with the scabbard attached, causing a small splash.

Flame Ember: "..."

Do I not have to go out?

And saw Qing Heng protruding the sword head, with hot air flowing on it, the faint light flashed and turned into a human.

The bathtub is very big, no longer curled up like the previous bucket, but now he can stretch out, the bubbling hot water blows over his body, the hem of the clothes floats on the water surface, ups and downs, his black hair is wet, and his long eyelashes are wet. A few drops of water fell on the feather.

Yan Jin was stunned for a while, then turned around and opened the door: "It's better to take off your clothes in the shower."

Qing Heng raised his eyes: "Can you help me fade?"

"...Are you serious?"

Qing Heng, have you forgotten that you are not in sword form now?

And I can see it now ah hey!

"Is it not possible?" Qing Heng asked again.

"You..." Yan Jin turned his head back with concentration, and saw that Qing Heng had recovered his sword in the thin water mist.

"Oh." He came back with a sigh of relief, plunged his hands into the water, and removed the scabbard for him. Only then did he realize that he forgot to wipe it for him today. He simply knew that it was the blade, so he simply sat beside him and wiped the scabbard with water. .