Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Qing Heng's body stiffened slightly: "What's wrong?"

Yanjin leaned close to his ear, and said in a low voice: "Can you do something else?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Hmm...bad thing."

Qing Heng tilted his head and looked at him with blinking eyes: "What kind of bad thing is it?"

"For example..." After Qing Heng turned his head, he happened to be face to face with Yan Jin, and his eyes met each other. Yan Jin slightly lowered his eyes, caught a glimpse of his lips, and breathed stagnantly.

He was joking at first, and the happier he was when he saw Hengyue blushing, but his heart was throbbing for no reason, but he couldn't say anything, so he backed away with a cane: "I'll teach you when you have a real body."

Qing Heng wanted to ask the question to the end, and took a step closer to him: "Don't wait, I'm a fast learner, tell me."

Yanjin was already leaning on the bamboo railing at the top of the stairs on the second floor, thinking who was bullying whom, and said with a helpless smile: "Mr. Sword Spirit, are you sure you want to learn to do bad things?"

Qing Heng raised his head: "I'm not that stupid, I know you're teasing me."

"you know?"

"I know that the bad thing you're talking about is not robbing houses, seeking wealth and killing people."

Flame Ember: "..."

How could you have such an idea!

"You're probably talking about something funny."

"..."

Yanjin covered her face, Qingheng, can you not be so smart.

"What kind of interesting thing, you teach me quickly, if you teach me to accompany you, isn't it more interesting?"

"...I don't teach." Yanjin fled in a hurry, and went down the stairs, "Sleep and sleep."

Qing Heng looked at his back, was stunned for a while, then stood upstairs and asked downwards: "Haven't you washed yet?"

"Ah, yes, I'm going to wash up... No, you go first." Yan Jin walked to the door and returned.

Qing Heng looked outside: "It's very windy outside."

"Yes, it's completely winter."

"It's cold to go outside and take a shower."

"Well, I'm going to build another bathroom next to it later." But now I can only make do with it.

Qing Heng paused for a while: "Can you..."

"Is the bathtub brought in?" He didn't think of it just now, but he just thought of the scene in the bathtub last time, and he was a little uneasy, so he didn't bring it up.

"No need." The person upstairs said slowly, "You wash it for me."

Yanzhu: "!!!"

Qing Heng, do you know what you are talking about?

In this moment of shock, he regained his senses: "I can't touch you... Oh, that's it."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Qing Heng had turned into a sword and flew into his hands.

"You forgot to wipe it again today." The sword in his hand felt aggrieved.

He quickly picked up the dust-free cloth, sat on the edge of the bed, wiped the sword body gently on his lap, and explained by the way: "I'm busy repairing the house."

"As soon as you get busy, forget about me."

His hand paused slightly: Your tone...

He inexplicably remembered that he saw a couple quarreling before. The wife often said that she knew she was busy when she was busy and missed me when she was busy, but the husband retorted, I was busy because of this family.

Then when the wife cried, the husband coaxed her again, saying that I will spend more time with you in the future, and the wife would say that I don't need you to accompany me, as long as you don't forget important things in the future.

So he imitated the example and said to the sword in front of him: "Okay, okay, I will definitely spend more time with you in the future."

After finishing speaking, he frowned: Is it a bit awkward for me to say this to you?

Qing Heng gave a shallow "hmm" and said, "You don't need to accompany me, as long as you don't forget important things in the future."

Flame Ember: "..."

He stopped talking.

However, Jian is still talking in front of him, and has not forgotten the topic just now: "What interesting things can't you teach me?"

Yanjin could hardly wipe it off: "It's late at night, let's stop talking about this."

Jian muffled in response, as if very disappointed.

After wiping, he turned back into a human form, sat on the first floor and looked at the flowers for a while.

At this time, Yan Jin went outside to wash up and came back, and saw that Qing Heng was still sitting on his bed, with the quilt covering his legs, half leaning against the bedside pillow, flipping through the rice paper.

He then said: "Go back and buy some books, what books do you want, what are there in the fairy gate?"

"It's mostly spell courses and ways of self-cultivation, I don't like to read." Qing Heng closed the pages of the book, "It's just that sometimes I can't fall asleep, so I just read these contents silently, and soon fell asleep."

"..."

Are textbooks hypnotic artifacts?

Why are you like me?

He secretly smiled and reminded Qing Heng: "Do you want to go back to sleep on your own bed?"

Qing Heng got up, walked up the stairs, went back to the second floor, took off his coat and jacket, and hung them on the bamboo railing beside the bed.

But it was probably not hanging firmly, the clothes slipped from the railing, and just fell to the side of Yan Jin's bed, he stretched out his hand to catch it, spreading his wanton thoughts for no reason, shook his head and thought for a while, and said: "Qing Heng, have you ever thought about it? Maybe someday I'll see it?"

Qing Heng sat up, leaned against the railing and poked his head out: "Isn't it good that you saw it?"

"Then you..." He lifted his clothes.

The other party stared at the clothes for a while, but didn't come to take them: "Anyway, you can't see now."

"..."

"I'll come down tomorrow morning to wear."

Yanjin had no choice but to fold the clothes on the bedside.

When I got up the next day and opened the door, I remembered that I forgot to turn the leaves and light the incense candles yesterday.

Today he had to grow cabbage, he gritted his teeth, turned over six leaves this time, and tried to see what could grow in the seventh row of fields.

Today I don't have to go down the mountain, just clean and clean, so I have nothing to do. After eating, I sit in the courtyard drinking tea, watching Qing Heng running around, teasing fish, flowers and chickens.

After drinking tea, thinking that I'm not busy today, it's better to completely replace that door, otherwise it's really unsightly.

Now their small building is green and yellow in color, with bamboo floors and walls inside, but the door is still broken, so he cut bamboo and rebuilt it. He also wanted to install an extra door in front of the door. At the front of the door, because the foundation of this house is originally high, if two or three steps are installed in front of the threshold, it will look better.

While tying up the bamboo and wood, Yue Xiaohan came over on time, but he didn't bring Xiaoyou today, the one who came with him was an elderly man, Xiaoyue said it was his father.

Father Yue, who was "sick for a long time" and ran away because of a fire, seemed to be in good health, fat and shiny, but he was not allowed to call him Father Yue or Uncle Yue. The literati address him, calling himself Lao Yue, and often making people laugh, but he still enjoys it.

Yue Xiaohan said that his father insisted on coming over today, Xiaoyou saw a lot of people, so he didn't come here because he thought it was too noisy, and read a book by himself at home.

After all, Xiaoyou is not a child anymore, it's okay to stay at home for a day, Yue Xiaohan brought his father up today, and repeatedly told him not to make noise.

Father Yue said that he has good eyesight and will never affect others. He also keeps his word, just like Xiaoyou, sitting cross-legged under the tree, reading a book.

Everyone was doing their own thing, Yanjin Bamboo was peeling and peeling, a figure appeared in front of him, he didn't raise his head, he just stretched out his hand and pointed: "You go to practice for me, I don't need your help."

Yue Xiaohan retreated resentfully, sat by the pool and closed his eyes for a while, then opened his eyes and looked at the fish in the water: "How about some pickled cabbage and fish for lunch?"

Flame Ember: "..."

Yanjin waved at him: "Change your place, don't sit by the water."

Yue Xiaohan got up obediently, and was walking towards the chicken coop, but was stopped by Yan Jin in advance: "Change another place."

He walked a few steps to the side, and sat down in the bamboo forest on the side.

Only then was Yanjin satisfied, looking around, Xiaoyue was practicing, swords were flying everywhere, fish were frolicking in the water, chickens were squawking, and there were people reading under the tree.

This makes sense, he thought as he peeled the bamboo pole.

But... wait a minute, father-in-law can read?

Yue Xiaohan said that he couldn't read, but since his father could, why didn't he teach him?

He didn't notice that he accidentally asked this question, Yue Xiaohan said in the woods: "Where does my father know how to read, he must be reading picture books."

"Oh...well, I said, can you concentrate a little bit?"

Yue Xiaohan pursed his lips and quickly closed his eyes.

The mountain wind blew the leaves and made rustling noises. Qing Heng turned into a sword and hovered over Yue's head. He followed him to read the picture book for a long time, and couldn't help saying: "Why don't you turn the page?"

Father Yue was taken aback by surprise, and the book fell from his hands.

Qing Heng turned into a human form and helped him pick up the book: "You've been reading this side for a long time, isn't it just two people stacked on top of each other, is there any deep meaning, it's worth studying for so long?"

Father Yue was horrified, took the book in a panic, and booed and looked around: "Please keep your voice down."

Qing Heng sat down beside him, his eyes shifted from the book to his face: "What's the matter, is there something in this book that cannot be said?"

Father Yue moved away for a while, sat bored, and simply chatted with him: "This, it's not impossible to talk about it, but... the fun of it, you can taste it yourself, it's not good to say it."

"Interesting things?" Qing Heng glanced at the book again.

"En." Father Yue closed the book, "Sword Immortal, don't read it, this is not what you read."

But Qingheng was very interested in that "interesting thing": "Master said at first that he would tell me, but then he stopped. Tell me about it."

Father Yue was stunned for a moment, looked at Yanjin, then at the person in front of him, stroked his chin and couldn't help thinking about the relationship between the two of them. The paintings he saw could hold a basketful of paintings, and he accepted them very well, so he recognized it after a while. own guesses.

But he was a little skeptical, so he looked at Yan Jin secretly, and whispered to Qing Heng: "His legs can't even walk, so... isn't it broken?"

Qing Heng also looked back.

Father Yue was more thoughtful, and was about to explain what he was talking about, when Qing Heng replied: "I don't know."

Father Yue was surprised instead: "You know what I'm talking about?"

Qing Heng said in a firm voice: "Everyone who cultivates diligently in the Chenming sect is almost ascetic. As a famous sword, I was naturally trained in the direction of abandoning distracting thoughts. I don't understand these things, but it's not completely ignorant. I'm not stupid."

Father Yue clicked his tongue in admiration, and then glanced at Yan Jin curiously: "Then can he do it?"

"What is OK and what is not OK?"

Father Yue: "..."

Also said you are not stupid.

He hooked his fingers to signal Qing Heng to get closer, whispered a few words in his ear, and finally asked him: "Is there any?"

Qing Heng was silent for a moment: "I don't know."

Father Yue: "..."

Can you put it another way!

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