Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Qing turned around for a while, then folded back to wrap the red cloak around the phantom figure, then walked back quietly, gently moved the inkstone, and pulled out the rice paper.

Holding the rice paper in his hand, he briefly flipped through it.

The copybook is missing?

Well, it doesn't matter, but why is it missing?

He moved the inkstone away from the wind, and pressed the rice paper under it again, so that the paper was no longer blown by the wind, and there was no more sound.

But just after putting it away, Yanjin woke up.

Yan Jin opened his eyes, a flash of red flashed, he looked up in astonishment, and saw Qing Heng who was only wrapped in a cloak.

The scabbard has its own combing effect, but because he didn't wear the scabbard, his hair is slightly messed up, the jade crown is gone, and his fine hair hangs down in front of his forehead.

Yanjin calmed down and said, "Are you awake?"

Qing Heng wasn't worried about being seen at all: "Yes."

"Oh."

"Why are you sleeping here?" Qing Heng thought, even if I fell asleep in human form yesterday, you couldn't touch me.

Anyway, it's impossible to be discovered. I can say that I went out last night.

Flame Ember: "..."

Yanjin had to explain for him: "I wanted to sit here and enjoy the wind, but accidentally fell asleep."

"Oh." Qing Heng nodded, walked to the window, the wind blew the red clothes.

Yan Jin rolled his eyes and said, "Are you... cold?"

"A little."

"Then I'll put the scabbard on for you?"

"Ah."

"Okay." Yan Jin quickly went to get the scabbard, and after taking it, he saw that the horizontal line hadn't turned into the sword body yet, "Are you... ready?"

Qing Heng approached him unhurriedly, close at hand, and stared at him for a while, then untied the cloak with his hands, a faint light flashed, the figure turned into a sword, and the red clothes fluttered down: "I am in front of you."

Helping him put on the scabbard, he stepped back a little, and then transformed into a human form again. The long black gold silk gown, the jade crown and bead decoration, are as dazzling as the grandson of a nobleman.

Yan Jin healed the scar and forgot the pain, and came up with some funny bad ideas, and said with a smile: "Did you pick up the bamboo scabbard I threw away earlier?"

The other party blushed: "Well, you... made it yourself, I am reluctant to throw it away."

"But does that still work?"

"you can."

"It can't be used, it must be broken."

"No, no, no." Qing Heng took a step closer, "Why don't you change it for me and have a try." Saying that, he turned back to the sword.

Yan Jin laughed secretly, took out the bamboo scabbard and replaced it for him.

After changing, Qingheng changed into a human form again, with a white bamboo leaf wide-sleeved long gown, and only a bamboo hairpin in her hair.

The Otherworldly Immortal raised his sleeves and twirled around him: "It's very suitable, it's not broken."

"Okay, I see." Yan Jin looked at him carefully, controlling the smile that was about to overflow from the corner of his mouth, "But this one doesn't keep warm, so let's change it back first."

Qing Heng restored the sword body obediently, and Yan Jin replaced the black scabbard for him: "I will buy you some more scabbards."

"Enough."

"Not enough, I will buy you all kinds of colors and styles, red, white and pink..."

The person in front of him hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice, "No fan."

"Huh?" Yan Jin said it smoothly, and didn't think much about it at first, but after hearing what he said, he wanted to think about the pink clothes, and couldn't help laughing after thinking about it for a while.

Qing Heng was puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

"No, okay, don't be a fan." He said, only regretful in his heart.

The two walked out of the house, lit red candles last night, and the leaves gave birth to ten leaves. Yesterday, three leaves were turned over, and the lotus root pink satin was removed, and there were only 26 leaves left. There were only 8 incense candles, and the red candles consumed two in one night. , are also used up.

Daily consumables such as firewood, rice, oil and salt also need to be replenished.

It's time to go down the mountain to buy, but you have to grow something that can be exchanged for money. Fruits and flowers can make money, but the price of fruits is low. Flowers are very popular here, and the price is also high. I planted flowers the day before yesterday, and they can grow tomorrow, but the price is not. It's very fixed, whether there will be fighting flowers all the time, and he can't guarantee that every time they grow, they will be precious flowers.

From this point of view, it is not as good as planting cloth at this time, so four leaves are turned over.

He also wants to see what more leaves can grow, and plans to turn another one tomorrow.

A few days ago, he stored a lot of Chinese cabbage. When he bought the wine koji, he also bought a few wine jars. He wanted to pickle all the cabbage, but he didn't know the process very well, so he wanted to explore it slowly.

Yue Xiaohan came to practice on time in the morning, took Xiao Yougang up the mountain, saw him dishing cabbage with a jar next to it, immediately rolled up his sleeves and said: "Master is pickling cabbage, let me do it."

Before he approached, Yanjin pointed at him and said, "Stop for me."

Yue Xiaohan stopped in panic.

"Cultivate well, don't do other things."

"Oh." Yue Xiaohan pursed his lips and backed away. Just as he sat down, he spoke again, "Cut off the root first, wash it clean, and sprinkle salt on each layer."

"and then?"

"Why don't I come."

"Sit down." Yan Jin said one step ahead of him, "Just tell me."

"Is there any Sydney left that I didn't take away?"

"There are two, but they have been kept for a long time." The Sydney that was originally intended for the Fang family was later enshrined in front of the Shen family's grave, but the sacrifice did not use up all ten, and there were still two left. Not bad.

"Mash the pears, mix them with the seasonings, then spread them on the cabbage, put them in a jar and press them well, and you can eat them in a few days."

Yan Jin did as he did, and moved the jar of pickles to the back of the stove.

The chickens grew up a bit, and Qing Heng would catch earthworms to feed them every day. After the boulder over the pool was blasted by Qing Heng last time, it suddenly became much wider, a large piece of flat land. At this time, the vegetation is withered and yellow, but in the coming year It must be lush.

The next day he planted the cloth and turned over five leaves.

The flowers grow this morning, a small tree with ten burning peach blossoms.

Peach blossoms in winter are still valuable, so he kept two and sold the remaining eight.

It sold for eight taels of gold, and it cost four taels to buy wedding candles. He didn't want the chiseled gold base, but the merchant not only sold it, but there were several bases in the house, and he couldn't sell it.

He bought ten sticks of joss sticks, and they cost only ten renminbi. There was no one selling such small copybooks alone, so he had to buy pens and inks, as well as firewood, rice, oil, salt, etc.

I bought another scabbard, this is a rosewood scabbard, light yellow, with a silver moire guard ring.

He changed Qing Heng on the way back, and after Qing Heng changed, he quietly turned into a human and pushed the wheelchair behind him, so he had no choice but to turn his head to look.

There is a light yellow tunic with wide sleeves, and a layer of soft goose yellow tulle on the outside. The neckline and cuffs are embroidered with silver cloud patterns. There is no crown or hairpin on the hair, and a yellow silk ribbon with silver flowers hangs in the hair The silk ribbon flutters with the wind.

This attire is very much like the warm and moist young man who came from the misty rain and falling flowers in the south of the Yangtze River holding a fan.

Back on the mountain, Yue and Xiaohan had already gone back, the courtyard and the house were cleaned, even the chicken coop was swept, the chick's fur was more colorful, as if it had been taken out for a bath.

Yan Jin was quite helpless: "What a good child, but he is the protagonist in the legend."

I want you to slay gods and demons, to appreciate love and hatred, but you want to hold a broom and be busy in front of the stove?

How can you sweep the world if you don't sweep a house?

The petals of the two branches of peach blossoms in front of the window lightly fell, and they were tapped on the rice paper. Qingheng asked him: "Why do you want to keep two branches?"

He picked up the branch: "Wine making."

"Wine?"

"Well, peach blossom wine."

He has four wine jars with red tassels, two of which are made of wine, and two of which are pickled cabbage. Peach blossom wine and pickled cabbage do not conflict.

Qingheng likes to buy good-looking things when shopping, but Xiaoyue always dislikes the pots and dishes that are not durable. He occasionally thinks that thanks to himself being in the middle, if these two people live together, they will either be smoky or strangers. It won't be long before we can't get along.

He put a branch of peach blossom in the teapot on the desk, and broke off the petals of the other branch. The wine had been brewed before, and the peach petals were washed and soaked in sugar, and then soaked in the wine.

If he is not in a hurry to drink it, soak it for two months, the fragrance of the flowers will be stronger, but he wants to taste it, and when the moon rises after soaking, he scoops up a cup.

There is a faint fragrance of flowers and a strong fragrance of wine. Through a branch of peach blossom in the pot, one can see a clear face.

For a moment, it was as if winter had passed through the mountains, and the Eastern Emperor didn't care, the spring breeze had arrived.

The color of the oil-paper umbrella on his head was like a peach blossom, and the light wind lifted the dangling tassels. He remembered the kind of umbrella with a ring of small bells used by the neighbor's children. Discuss: "I will tie a small bell to this silk sash later, okay?"

Qing Heng didn't make a sound.

He was a little surprised: "You don't like it?"

Qing Heng weighed it and said, "That's very similar to the Evocation Banner."

"..."

Ok.

He thought for a while: "Then I should tie a bell under the eaves?"

Qing Heng sat across from him and blinked his eyes, very puzzled: "Why do you have to tie a bell?"

"This..." Yan Jin said in his heart, I thought you liked these little decorations.

"I think... the ringing is loud."

"Okay." Yan Jin nodded, "No tie." He picked up the cup, sipped it lightly, the taste was mellow, and the fragrance of flowers permeated his heart.

Then Jian Qingheng looked at him eagerly.

He got up and scooped up one for him too.

Blame him, thought that Qing Heng likes the smell of tea, every time he drinks tea, he would pour a cup for him to smell it, but he didn't expect him to want to smell the smell of wine.

"But you have to pay attention, wine is no better than tea, be careful to get drunk." But after smelling it, you shouldn't be drunk, he thought again, otherwise, how bad is the capacity for alcohol.

Qing Heng leaned closer to the cup and took a breath: "Okay, I see."

Then she raised her eyes and looked at him with a slight smile.

Her cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were blurred.

Flame Ember: "..."

Can you really get drunk just by smelling it?

And, just smell it!

He hurriedly removed the wine in front of him, and waved his five fingers in front of his eyes: "Qing Heng, Qing Heng?"

Qing Heng smiled: "Don't make trouble."

"how do you feel?"

"hot."

"hot?"

"En." Qing Heng got up to leave.

"What are you going to do?"

"Taking a bath." He walked towards the bathtub, unbuttoning his collar as he walked.

"There's no water, so don't wash it now, okay?" Yan Jin followed.

"There's no water, then..." Qing Heng stopped.

"Yes, don't take off your clothes." Yan Jin didn't know what he was afraid of, seeing him stop, he let out a sigh of relief.

Then, there was a "plop", and the water splashed.

Flame Ember: "..."

He hurriedly came to the pool: "Qing Heng, Qing Heng?"