Something's wrong with my sword spirit

"It's so good." He clapped his hands for his idea, and did what he said, quickly chopping bamboo to make a ladder first.

There are bamboos all over the place near Chimu Mountain. The bamboo poles can be cut into strips and baked with fire to shape them. It is not difficult to make a simple ladder. Two thicker bamboo poles are drilled with holes, and thinner bamboo poles are put in the middle one by one. It's inconvenient, he wants to make it into that kind of staircase style, and go up directly from one level to the next.

Such stairs are either made of bricks, or made of bamboo and wood like the walls. After deliberation, he thinks that bamboo and wood stairs are more suitable for this house. To build such stairs, to make them look better, we need to weave bamboo Well, it takes some time.

In the warm afternoon sun, he sat in the courtyard weaving bamboo noodles, but today he couldn’t turn five more leaves, and the vegetables were gone, so he couldn’t eat pickled cabbage all the time, he had to grow some vegetables.

I planted vegetables the next day because I wanted to buy blankets and grow something that could be exchanged for money. Flowers and cloth take the same time to grow, but the leaves they need are different.

He thought for a while, the price of fresh flowers fluctuated too much, if it was planted peonies and the like, it was too common here, but it was worthless, and as long as the cloth was planted, it would be guaranteed to be exchanged for money. He wanted this blanket now. If you want, it's better to be on the safe side and grow cloth.

So I turned over four leaves, and continued to weave bamboo and wood today. The next morning, the vegetables were ripe, and three pumpkins grew out. The cloth was planted, and there were 44 leaves. At this time, it was time to plant black satin. .

After another day, the black silk and satin planted the day before yesterday would grow back. This time, it didn’t grow randomly. It was still a wall, made of the same blue-yellow bamboo and wood, with hollowed-out windows, and a halo of light appeared on the house. He waved his hand. , the wall automatically flies up.

Today I picked black satin and planted them. I ran out of candles. Last night I could only light incense candles. There were still 39 leaves on the tree, and there were 66 incense candles left.

He was in a hurry to finish building the second floor, and continued turning five leaves today.

After another day, the cloth grows, and a piece of blue silk is worth five taels of gold. It costs two taels to buy a wedding candle, and another two taels to buy a big white fluffy blanket, leaving one tael of gold. He listened to Xiaoyue's words and saved them.

The bamboo house is cleaned and tidy every day, and now it has been repaired again. It is airtight. Once the windows are closed, it is warm, but the room is not big. The blankets start from the bedside and can almost reach the door. It is a beautiful winter day to be able to step on the soft milky white blanket, and then look around at the floating curtains, and the long table in front of the window is filled with the fragrance of tea.

It's just that Xiaoyue said that the two beds together take up a lot of space, and I don't know why they both have to sleep on two beds because they are not fat, especially Sword Immortal, his bed is too big, Yan Jin I thought I would move it up after the bed was built on the second floor, but let's do it for now.

Xiaoyue said again: "Then you guys separate the beds and put one over there against the wall." He pointed to the left.

Yanjin shook his head involuntarily.

Qing Heng fell asleep and rolled onto his bed. If they were separated, wouldn't he roll to the ground.

So...he thought of another question, looked up, and thought to himself: "If Qing lives on the second floor, will he roll down from upstairs?"

"But since he has a human form, he also needs to have his own room." Besides, Qing Heng was very excited when he heard that a room was being prepared for him.

Well, the upstairs has to raise the railing.

The next morning, another wall matured, still with windows. After he threw it up, he continued to turn over leaves and plant the wall.

In another day, the fourth wall is mature, and this side has no windows and no doors, just suitable for the indoor attic.

If the prediction is right, there will be a roof growing tomorrow, such a second floor is already complete, there is no need to turn over the black satin today, he turns over three leaves, and tomorrow he will plant flowers and buy candles.

The next day, the roof grew into a flat roof with four corner cornices. He threw it a little, and the roof automatically fit the four walls, blocking a piece of skylight. At this time, his staircase was also completed, and he began to tear down the roof of the first floor.

Remove half of the bamboo and wood from the middle to make the upper and lower floors transparent. The space on the second floor is divided into two. There is a vacancy in the middle, and a staircase is placed. When the stairs go up, one side is a bedroom where a bed can be placed. There is not much space on one side, he thought that Qing Heng likes calligraphy and painting, he should love to read and write at the desk, and he will buy a new copybook and put it there, and a bookcase can be placed next to it.

Xiaoyue helped him disassemble the pear wood bed, carried it up, and assembled it again. Because the railing was not high, he saw off part of the bed legs. The short bed was more like being laid on a bamboo floor, with curtains The tassels were blown by the wind from the window lattice, and he chose milky white quilt and quilt, because it was winter, and they were covered with plush, which was very warm just by touching it.

He took the blanket to Qing Heng first, and it happened to fill the four corners of his bed. The sleeping area is covered with fluffy blankets. Qing Heng can get out of bed without wearing shoes, so it won't be so cold.

After the big bed was moved in, the first floor suddenly seemed much empty. There was a bamboo bed, a table and a cabinet, and the curtains swayed the plum blossoms in front of the window.

It was night, he led Qing Heng to the second floor, went up the bamboo and wood stairs, his bed was on the left, the quilt was like warm jade, the tassels on the bed curtain swayed gently, and the thick plush cushion on the floor felt like stepping on clouds.

Qing Heng was stunned for a moment: "Is this all for me?"

Yanjin wondered: "Is there anyone else here?"

The other party whispered: "I'm just a sword, I don't need it."

"Oh." Yanjin saw him standing in front of her, his face was still reddish, and smiled, "Then when will my Qingheng become a human?"

Qing Heng quickly raised his eyes to look at him: "You...don't you like that there are outsiders here?"

"Yeah, but is Qing Heng an outsider?" Yan Jin turned around, and he didn't turn his face away, laughing out loud for fear of being seen.

Qing Heng thought for a while, and walked around in front of him: "I'm not an outsider?"

"What do you say?"

"Then... I'm not an outsider, but someone very close to you?" He almost said the word "insider", but at any rate, he automatically had knowledge in his mind, so he stopped in time, but because of this word, the word became red. Face.

"Since you recognize me as your master, of course you are your own family.

"What if you get married in the future, have children, and relatives?"

"..."

"Why aren't you talking?" Qing Heng waved his hand in front of him.

Yan Jin really wanted to squeeze his hand, but he couldn't touch it, and just as he raised his arm, he put it down again, not only couldn't touch it, but in Qing Heng's eyes, he shouldn't be able to see it now: "Then what should I do? Well, my house is not planned for other people."

"That……"

"Then don't add any more people, I have Qing Heng enough."

Qing Heng's eyes lit up: "So, you don't mind if I transform into a human form?"

Yan Jin turned around again, because Qing Heng was too close to him: "Of course I don't mind, but I don't know what it's like for Qing Heng to become a human being."

It took a while for the person behind to speak, with a cautious voice: "What do you like, what does it look like?"

"Huh?" Yan Jin turned around, "I like everything."

"But...you were very concerned about people's appearance before, you must like good-looking ones."

Yanjin looked him up and down: Are you not good-looking enough?

What's more, I don't judge people by their appearance so much. No matter what my Qingheng looks like, I like it, but when he saw the frown of the person in front of him, he thought of being funny again, and said with a smile: "Isn't it true that Qingheng will turn into a human in the future?" Does it look good?"

Qing Heng rubbed his cheeks, there was no bronze mirror in the room, but he had seen his own appearance in the well, he had not seen many people in the world, so he couldn't tell good or bad, and he didn't know what kind of judgment standard Yan Jin had in mind.

But that's what he looks like, and he can't change it by himself.

He took a deep breath, weighed things up, stood in front of Yan Jin solemnly, and said, "I want to tell you something."

"Oh." Yan Jin nodded.

"I said it...don't be surprised."

"Ah."

"Don't be shocked either."

"will not."

"Then don't be intimidated."

"Okay." Yan Jin stroked his chin, almost unable to restrain his smile.

Qing Heng pursed his lips and took another breath.

Then, he closed his eyes and said vigorously: "In fact, I can already transform into a human form. I look like a man, with one nose and two eyes, and my figure seems to be similar to yours..." He opened his eyes and put his hand on Yan Jin's head for a comparison , "Oh, a little shorter." He moved closer, raised his eyes in front of Yanjin, "I'm at the end of your eyebrows."

After a pause, there was no response.

He worried: "Are you unhappy, are you scared, are you, you don't like one more person..."

Yan Jin regained consciousness, took a step back, sighed in his heart that you are so close to me, how can I not be distracted, and after a while he echoed: "This is a good thing."

The person in front of him was suspicious: "But you... are not surprised at all."

"Ah, yes..." Yan Jin quickly opened his mouth wide, "I'm very surprised, my God, Qing Heng has become a human, let me see... oh, I can't see it, let me touch it... oh , I can't touch it either... In short, I'm so surprised, the sword spirit that has been raised for so long has a human form, I am really surprised."

Qing Heng breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled comfortably: "Then will you not get used to it?"

"No, I'm pleasantly surprised, so pleasantly surprised, my God, this is really a big surprise, I will have someone to accompany me in the future."

Qing Heng's smile was even worse: "You are my master, I will definitely be with you." He stretched out his hand, "But... I want to tell you, I can't touch human beings, so I can't help it. came into contact with you."

"Ah."

"Will you be unhappy?"

"What's wrong with this?"

He already knew.

Didn't Qingheng say that because he didn't follow the method of the fairy sect to maintain it, so that his spiritual power couldn't improve, so he couldn't cultivate into a real body?

If he didn't want to touch it, he would have to practice moves three hundred times a day, exhale spiritual energy three hundred times, and go to bask in the moonlight at night.

The sword spirit in front of him frowned: "Aren't you disappointed at all?"

Qing Heng said in his heart, since I have a human form, I want to be in contact with you, it seems that being surrounded by people and touching each other with warmth is a kind of comfort, which makes people yearn for no reason.

Does the master have no such longing?

Yan Jin heard his tone, and said quickly: "I think, I... I'm very disappointed, really, very disappointed." By the way, he frowned.

Qing Heng laughed again: "I will try my best to make myself real soon."

Yanjin wanted to touch his head, but he was used to touching the head of the sword before, and now a person who was almost as tall as him was standing in front of him, and he felt that it was not respectful to touch his head again.

What's more, I can't touch it.

So the outstretched hand was retracted.

Qing Heng stared at his hand, and said seriously: "You must wipe it diligently, take good care of me, I believe I will have a body soon."

"Okay." Yan Jin smiled, thinking, you might as well remove the word "protection".

The other party pursed his lips and smiled, blushing again on his face: "After there is an entity..."

"how?"

"I can eat now." Jian Ling's brows and eyes were full of excitement.

Flame Ember: "..."

He looked at the sword spirit smiling, and there was shyness in the smile, the more it was like this, the more he wanted to bully him, he leaned closer, and whispered in his ear: "If you have a real body..."