Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Qing Heng said again: "And it has nothing to do with me."

"It has nothing to do with you?" Father Yue was slightly startled. Could it be that he was thinking wrong, was he thinking about the relationship or the position?

He decided to ask again: "You don't care about that at all?"

Qing Heng quickly said: "Of course I care about him."

"En." Father Yue nodded in satisfaction, and he knew he was right, but probably the two of them hadn't made any progress yet.

Looking at the person in front of him, he felt a sense of responsibility as an elder, and he said seriously: "I think he is a little nervous. Since he cares, then you should try it out. If it doesn't work, you should make other plans early. Hanged from a tree."

"How... to test?"

Father Yue whispered a few words to him again, Qing Heng listened and looked back at him.

Yan Jin looked up and saw Qing Heng, very uncomfortable.

I don't know what happened today, those two people sat under the tree, always looking at him from time to time.

He carefully looked at himself from head to toe several times, and felt that there was nothing wrong with his clothes today.

What are you looking at?

He followed Qingheng's gaze to find the settling point, and then looked down, even more restless.

Where are you looking?

Because of being stared at by Zhuo Zhuo all the time, his progress today was very slow, and he couldn't finish cutting a piece of bamboo after cutting it for a long time.

Yue Xiaohan couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to come over to help several times, but was strictly stopped by him.

Father Yue also helped to stop him: "Son, practice hard, and I will be blessed when you enter the fairy gate."

Yanjin looked back at him leaning against the tree basking in the sun, and thought to himself that you seem to be enjoying a good time now.

"In the future, if you become a family again, my mission will be completed, and I will die without regret. If I can find a fairy, I will come back to life laughingly after I die." Father Yue continued.

Yanjin thought again, he must chase that Tianxian Ye, otherwise I will be in a hurry with him.

So he also said loudly: "Cultivate well."

Yue Xiaohan's "ruthless way" was almost scared back by this stern shout, but he was unyielding, and he still put forward his own ideas, and he was very firm.

After thinking about it, Yan Jin felt that he was still in the wrong direction. It was not enough for him to devote himself to cultivation, but he also had to develop admiration for Ye Rongxue. I know I have worked hard.

If you want to have a heartfelt love, you must at least know what the other person looks like. It is not convenient for him to go to the fairy gate with his identity, and he may not be able to meet people when he goes in. Maybe there is a picture of it.

Tomorrow, I will go down the mountain to do some shopping, and by the way, I can take Qing Heng to play again.

But why did Qing Heng keep looking at himself with strange eyes?

In the evening, the father and son of the Yue family left, and he finally couldn't help it: "Qingheng, what's wrong with you?"

Qing Heng said seriously: "I want to care more about you."

"What?"

"Apart from your legs and eyes, is there anything wrong with you?"

"No... No way." Yan Jin followed his gaze to find the landing point.

"Then let me try it out?"

"..." Yan Jin's complexion changed slightly, he took a few steps back, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Qingheng, don't chat with Father Yue anymore tomorrow."

Qing Heng was very puzzled: "He is kind, he asked me to care about you more, and said that if it doesn't work, make other plans earlier."

"what?"

Qing Heng carefully recalled the original words: "He also said not to hang himself on a tree... I don't quite understand what he meant."

"He's talking nonsense!" Yan Jin was furious, "I'm fine, nothing happened, what other plans are there?"

Qing Heng was overjoyed: "Really?"

"Of course!"

"Then let me try it out?"

"..."

Yan Jin caressed the center of his eyebrows: "Qing Heng, you go into the room for me to sleep."

"Oh." Qing Heng didn't understand why he suddenly went crazy, nodded his head dully, moved slowly into the room, moved for a while, leaned against the door and looked back, "I haven't wiped it yet today."

"Stop wiping, go take a shower by yourself."

"Oh." Sword Spirit walked a few more steps, and then turned back, "Didn't you say you want to buy a book, the picture book that Father Yue read today seems very interesting."

Yanjin thinks that he is wrong, he shouldn't lose his temper, try to calm himself down, and slow down his tone: "Okay, what book is he reading?"

"I don't know the name, I only saw the painting on it." Qing Heng described the picture in detail and asked him, "Will you buy it?"

Yanjin clenched her hands tightly, showing a ferocious and kind smile: "Go-sleep-sleep!"

"Oh." Qing Heng finally stopped talking.

Yanjin stood outside blowing the wind for a long time, and tomorrow he will make it clear to Yue Xiaohan that Chimu Mountain will never allow Yue's father to come up again!

After blowing the wind, I pushed the door and walked in, but I didn't see Qingheng.

Hearing the sound of running water in the courtyard, it turned out that Qing Heng had come out again, he was just so lost in thought that he didn't pay attention at all.

He walked out quickly, but saw Qing Heng was pouring water on his body with a bucket by the well, his clothes were all draped on the edge of the well, the running water rolled down his neck and shoulders, and there was a slight glow in the cold moonlight.

His hands clenched again: "Qing Heng, do you take cold water in such a cold day?"

If you want to wash it, I will wash it too.

Qing Heng turned around and said aggrievedly: "I originally wanted to jump into the bucket to wash the sword, but soon, hot and cold water are fine, but I don't know what happened, it can't go back."

"Is...is it?" He turned around, Yanjin also turned around, with his back to him, "Don't wash it, be careful of freezing, let me wipe it for you."

He stood still for a while, did not wait for a response, and instead of turning his head, he asked again: "What's wrong?"

"Forget it, I really can't change back." Qing Heng's voice was very soft, "I seem... when my heart is not at peace, I can't change back."

"You have something on your mind?"

"No, I don't know why." The sound of the water was lingling, and Qing Heng's voice lingered into the water, like a low whisper.

Yanjin collected herself: "Then don't wash for too long."

"Well, it's ready." The sound of water stopped, and the sound of small footsteps approached slowly, Yan Jin looked back and was stunned again.

Qingheng carried the clothes and walked into the room, wearing them as he walked, and walked in front of him, his hair was wet and dripping, hanging on his half-exposed shoulders.

Yan Jin slightly lowered his eyes, sighed secretly that he had completely surrendered, stretched out his hand to stop it lightly, although he couldn't touch it, but he could see it, Qing Heng stopped in front of his arm: "What's wrong?"

Yan Jin didn't raise his eyes, and said with a light smile: "Qing Heng, if my eyes are healed, what will happen to you?"

"I'm happy."

"anything else?"

"Still happy."

"..." Yan Jin thought for a moment, but felt that he could no longer hide it.

He claims that he is not a very moral person, but in this situation, he feels like a peeping villain.

God can learn from it, there is a reason why he didn't say anything.

At first he thought that Qing Heng was always secretly transforming into a human form, but he felt that Qing Heng didn't want to tell himself that he could transform into a human form, so he pretended not to see it.

Later, Qing Heng took the initiative to tell him that he had a human form, and he thought again that he regained his eyesight because of the iron plate, so there might be a reason for his blindness, and what happened in it, he didn't know, so in Before the divine power is restored, it is better to pretend that nothing has changed.

But at this time, these worries were all forgotten, he said: "Aside from being happy?"

Qing Heng paused, and frowned slightly: "Then I can't be your eyes, will I... be useless?"

"..." Yan Jin almost gave up the idea of ​​telling him.

He tried his best to convince himself, sighed deeply, walked up to Qing Heng, and pointed at his shoulder: "No, you should still put on your clothes."

Qing Heng lowered his head and pulled his clothes: "I haven't had time yet..." Then the words stopped suddenly, he froze on the spot, opened his eyes wide, and after a while, he backed away in panic, "You..."

"Yes, I can see it."

Qing Heng's eyes widened a little.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you." He was thinking about how to explain, how to make it clear that he was just careless...

"Do you like my appearance?" While hesitating, Qing Heng said suddenly.

"What?" Before he could say those explanations, he swallowed them anxiously, almost choking himself to death.

"I said, since you can see it, my appearance is pretty?"

He heard clearly, looked at Qingheng silently for a while, felt relieved, and smiled helplessly: "Our Qingheng is the best looking."

Jian Ling lowered his head slightly, his cheeks were flushed, and he looked around uncomfortably: "Then you can see that pot of cinnabar plums, isn't it, isn't it beautiful?"

"Well, it's very beautiful." Yan Jin smiled.

"Is the tea set beautiful?"

"pretty."

"Come out again and look at the dishes you bought earlier." Qing Heng said and walked out.

"It's cool outside." Yan Jin wanted to pull him, passed through the hem of his clothes, his hand was empty, and he withdrew it embarrassingly, "No need to go, I've seen it, it looks very good, you have a good eye."

Qing Heng smiled for a while, then frowned slightly: "You said... when you hope to see it, I was the first one to see it."

Yanjin thought for a while: "The first thing I saw was you."

"is it?"

"Yes."

That day you came out of the house wearing a red dress, but you lowered your eyes and didn't look at me.

And if you can barely see when you receive the iron sheet from Miss Fang, then you will be the first one to see it.

When he felt light in his eyes, he immediately turned his head. At that time, Qing Heng was standing beside the wheelchair in a human form. Whether it was blurry or clear, the first thing he saw was Qing Heng.

Qing Heng nodded, looking back with a smile on his face.

The light yellow clothes are leaning in front of the door, and the bright moon is slowly rising behind it, and the silver light is sprinkled in the secluded mountain forest.

There are actually a few fireflies in the night sky, coming slowly from the silver glow, the mountain breeze is blowing, and the flowing water is gurgling.

The most ever imagined in the world.

Qing Heng stepped back into the door from the moonlight, wanted to fly upstairs, but stopped when he lifted his feet, and walked slowly instead, he didn't hang his clothes on the railing anymore, so he wouldn't slip into the flames again on the bed.

On the contrary, she felt a little lost, Yan Jin tossed and turned all night and did not fall asleep.

It was only the next morning that he felt drowsy. He was falling asleep, but when he heard light footsteps, he opened his eyes and saw Heng crept downstairs and came to his bedside.

He took a glance and saw a light yellow gauze on the bedside.

He hung his coat on the railing in the middle of the night, and then it slipped off?

Based on this conjecture, Qing Heng was very wronged: he obviously slipped off his clothes accidentally in the morning.

Afraid of waking Yanjin up, he pulled his coat carefully.

Yan Jin wanted to tease him, pretended to be asleep on purpose, turned over, and pressed the coat under her body.

Qing Heng frowned, pinched the corner of the shirt and slowly pulled it out, just as he pulled it out, Yan Jin turned over again and pushed it back.

Qing Heng sighed lightly, and pulled with both hands, Fang pulled, and the person on the bed turned over again, directly pulling him forward a little.

He was discouraged, and it was okay not to wear a coat for a while.

But he didn't leave, and remembered what his father-in-law said yesterday.

In the end, do you want to try it out?

He is the master, so he should be more concerned about it!

Yan Jin closed his eyes and waited for a while, but there was no movement.

This is to give up?

He smiled secretly, opened his eyes slightly, and saw that Heng hadn't left yet.

He didn't leave, but he stared blankly at himself... Following that gaze, he found his anchor again.

Early in the morning, he couldn't help feeling thirsty, he decided to continue pretending to be asleep in the blink of an eye, thinking that he should come to Qingheng for a while and then leave.

Close your eyes and wait.

continue waiting.

Opening his eyes secretly, Qing Heng still hasn't left.

Then wait.

Continue to wait.

Qing Heng was still watching.

He secretly groaned: "Don't read it..."

Normal people can't bear to look at it like this.

Pretending to be asleep is not enough, he coughed lightly, rubbed his eyes and pretended to just wake up: "Qingheng, why are you here?" He looked down and picked up the clothes on the bed, "Oh, the clothes fell off, right? ,for you."

Just take your clothes and go.

Qing Heng stood up as expected, but did not leave: "Father Yue said..."

"Don't listen to him anymore!" Yan Jin patted the quilt on his body to make it more fluffy.

"Oh." Qing Heng shut up obediently, "I'm going to wash my face."

Walking to the door and looking back: "According to Father Yue..."

"Qingheng, don't talk to Father Yue in the future, don't say a word to him, be obedient!"

Qingheng was suspicious for a while at the gate of the station, but still nodded: "Okay."

After a while, Yan Jin got up, and when he got out of bed, he looked back upstairs, and saw that the quilts upstairs were neatly folded.

It is usually tidy, but today it seems to have been caressed several times.

Harvested fresh flowers this morning, pure white daffodils, Qing Heng said the alias is Lingbo Fairy.

The seven leaves produced red gold silk and were undoubtedly planted in the seventh row. He also wanted to build a bathroom, so he turned five more leaves, waiting to grow into building materials.

Another piece of silk grew on the tree today, the same as last time, colorful silk, he thought this is some kind of holiday gift, planted it step by step in row No.11, turned to Qing Heng and said: "Come back at night There must be another surprise."

Qing Heng remembered the sky full of stars last time, his eyes lit up: "Are there any stars falling around me again?"

Although there are surprises, but according to the habit of dismantling blind boxes in this field, it is probably not a star this time.

"Anyway, there must be better ones," he said.

There are no stars, so it would be nice to have a rain of flowers all over the sky.

Qingheng went to feed the chickens as usual, and Yanjin made breakfast, but it was a bit strange that there was no movement from the chicken coop today.

On weekdays, Qing Heng would sometimes grab broken rice, move a chair and sit far away from the chicken coop, take the bamboo pole that was opened in the middle, and pour rice into it, and the broken rice would fall down the bamboo pole to the chicken coop.

It's not that he's afraid of chickens. Since Xiaoyue told the truth last time, he's not afraid anymore. This is purely to play with the chickens. He squinted his eyes and looked at the chicken coop from the bamboo pole, letting the broken rice fall into the chickens' nests one by one. In front of them, sometimes to see which chicken is bullying other chickens, shake the bamboo pole back and forth in front of it, but don't put rice.

Every time at this time, a few chicks waited for Mi to come, always chirping.

He would also tie a thin bamboo pole with a silk thread, and tie an earthworm to the other end, sit on a chair and take the earthworm to touch the heads of the chickens, and then lift the bamboo pole when they jumped up.

It was too quiet today, Yan Jin looked back and saw Qing Heng Duanduan standing by the chicken coop, holding a bowl in one hand, and gently grasping the broken rice with the other, the rice slowly slipped from between his fingers.

The chicks no longer "worry about gains and losses", bow their heads to peck at the rice, and do not fight.

He didn't turn into a sword to catch earthworms, but took a shovel in the ground in front of the pool, lightly shook the hem of his clothes, bent over and squatted down, and slowly dug the ground. When he caught earthworms, he carefully put them in a basin, and gave them to the fish when he passed the pool. Sprinkle some too.

The fish were scared by him, usually they would see him walking towards him in human form, and then suddenly transformed into a sword, but now they don't move towards him when they see the human form.

When watering the flowers, I handle them with care as usual, and I always like to get close and close my eyes to smell them.

After watering the flowers, he usually helps Yanjin to sweep the ground, sometimes transforms into a sword, and flies around with a broom, and sometimes directly flies with a broom in human form.

But today, he took the broom and swept it honestly.

Yanjin smiled and asked: "How are you today..."

Qing Heng turned his head: "What's wrong with me?"

"Is it different from usual?"

The other party was slightly startled: "No... I've always been like this."

"yes?"

"En." Qing Heng swept the last bit of weeds into the dustpan, and nodded calmly.

Yanjin no longer exposes him, but only laughs secretly, you think I just saw it today?

What's more, even if I couldn't see it before, I can still hear the general idea of ​​what you do, okay?

After packing up, the two went down the mountain.

Qing Heng was about to turn into a hairpin, Yan Jin thought about it for a moment and stopped him: "Why don't you just stay by my side in human form?"

Qing Heng thought about it, so he pushed his wheelchair and went down the mountain with him.

Yan Jin didn't want him to push the wheelchair at first, but when he turned his head like this, there was a person behind him, and he felt extremely satisfied, and all the so-called sour teeth and words that were so good in the years came out.

On the way, he ran into the father and son of the Yue family who were about to go up the mountain, so he directly pulled Yue Xiaohan back: "Follow me to the town first."

Father Yue didn't want to go, so he went up the mountain to wait for them first, Yue Xiaohan thought that there was no one on the mountain, and said: "Father, why don't you go home first."

Unexpectedly, Father Yue pursed his lips: "I don't want to stay alone with that child from the Shen family."

After the death of the Shen family couple, Yue Xiaohan arranged for Xiaoyou to live in his home.

Yue Xiaohan said displeased: "Aunt and uncle of the Shen family take care of you so much, you dislike their children, you... don't you have a conscience?"

"I have a conscience. I am grateful to his parents, but I don't like him. Is there a conflict? Although I don't like it, I didn't treat him badly. Doesn't he eat and drink in our house? I just don't want to be with him. We are together, and we didn’t chase him away, so I’ll come out when he’s at home, isn’t that all right?”

Yue Xiaohan was speechless.

Father Yue continued: "I'll wait for you on the mountain, but I'm so bored by myself." He smiled at Qing Heng, "Sword Immortal, it's fine for you to go down the mountain, why don't you stay, I'll talk to you."

Qing Heng didn't speak.

Father Yue frowned: "What's the matter, do you agree or not, give me an accurate answer."

Qing Heng was still silent.

Father Yue was puzzled: "I didn't offend you, did I? Why are you doing this?"

Qing Heng turned his head to Yue Xiaohan and said: "You tell your father, the master forbids me to talk to him."

Flame Ember: "..."

Do you want to sell me like this?

He only nodded: "Yes, Father Yue, you taught my sword spirit to be bad."

Father Yue knew what he was talking about as soon as he thought about it, and frowned to defend: "Is this a bad thing? I admit that people are always embarrassed to talk about it, but why do you say it is a bad thing? What do you really want?" I don’t understand either, so I don’t know if I’m cheated by someone.”

"Eh..." Yan Jin found that he had run into a quarrel with someone he couldn't win.

He decided to stop the loss in time, without talking to him, and let his father-in-law go up the mountain by himself, and they walked to the town.

I went to the town to find out that today is indeed a small festival, but it is not a day for celebration. It is a social day set by the common people, and some simple sacrificial activities are held, and the scale is not large.

Yanjin sold the narcissus first, and sold them for [-] taels of gold. He bought four wedding candles, and bought a plush blanket. Stool, there is a wool pad on the round stool, it is very warm to sit on in winter, this one will be placed on the other side of the stairs on the second floor, and I will buy another bookcase of the same color, so I don’t have to move it myself, the shopkeeper will send it to them in the afternoon .

After buying things, it is time to look for the portrait of the immortal.

Every time I went to a calligraphy, painting or grocery store, the store owner enthusiastically took out a stack of portraits: "Is there any Ye Xianzun?" Then he turned over the stack of portraits and showed them, "Which one do you like?"

The three were confused: "Is this all Ye Xianzun?"

Some of those portraits had green faces and fangs, and there were some who looked fierce. In short, each one was different, but each one had Ye Rongxue's name written on it.

Yan Jin secretly looked around: "Xiao Yue, what do you think, do you like it?"

Yue Xiaohan reluctantly said: "Take it back and stick it on the door to drive away ghosts and evil spirits, it will be useful."

It's just that he remembered what his master said earlier that three thousand peach blossoms are not as good as his face, and he doubted his own aesthetics.

Yan Jin flicked the painting: "Every one is different, what does he look like?"

The shopkeeper smiled apologetically: "Zuo is just taking it home to ward off evil spirits, no matter what he looks like."

"Ye Xianzun definitely doesn't have such a fierce appearance." Qing Heng interjected.

"Can you scare Xie Chong if you are not fierce?" the shopkeeper said, "He must be very scary, you don't know Chen Mingzong."

Yanjin snorted softly: "You don't understand the routines of the novel, he must have an appearance that reverses all living beings." He turned the wheelchair, "Let's go to another place to see."

But after walking all the way, he didn't see a decent portrait. Yue Xiaohan suspected that Ye Rongxue, his quasi-master, might have such an appearance that could frighten evil spirits away.

So much so that Yanjin told him on the way back that he would definitely embrace a beautiful woman in the future, he couldn't help but shudder a few times, and his heart to practice the ruthless way became more determined.

After returning to the mountain, they continued to do their respective jobs. Father-in-law was holding a book to read again, and Yanjin ordered Qingheng to forbid him to follow suit.

The case files and bookcases in the attic were installed, and Qing Heng was bored without books, so he sat on the small round stool, and the twilight came in, casting light and shadows on the attic.

He opened the window and flew directly from the second floor. When he landed, he saw Yan Jin. He paused slightly, slowed down, flicked his sleeves lightly and floated down, walking forward slowly.

Still couldn't bear it, he went to Father Yue's book again, Father Yue explained before Yan Jin could speak: "I didn't spoil him today, I read serious books."

He pointed the book at Yan Jin: "The painting book of myths and legends, do Sword Immortals want to read it, or, do you want me to tell you?"

Qing Heng looked at Yan Jin carefully: "I only have one word to say to him."

Yanjin was helpless: "Okay."

But don't listen to his nonsense anymore, he thought to himself, Qingheng should refuse.

Then I heard Qing Heng say clearly to Father Yue: "Yes."

Yanjin: "...Didn't you just say one sentence?"

"Yes, the next thing is that he talks to me, and I don't talk to him."

"..."

"I want to see it too, Dad, why don't you speak up and tell us about it." On the other side, Yue Xiaohan said in the middle of the bamboo forest.

Yan Jin stroked his eyebrows: Are you trying to piss me off?

Father Yue was very proud, and cleared his throat. Although he can't read very well, he has heard a lot of books, imitating those people's tone of voice: "Okay, everyone, listen up, it is said that in ancient times there was a god dragon, and the wind and rain , in charge of the people's good weather, once bewitched by evil things, causing floods, so it was sealed, and future generations will remember, don't make them open their eyes..."

"No, no, jiao and dragon are not the same." Qing Heng interrupted, "This writing is wrong."

"Really?" Father Yue was proud of his literary talents, "This is signed by Chen Mingzong."

"That's...not right."

"Then what do you say is right?"

"I don't know... No, I can't talk to you anymore." Qing Heng suddenly remembered, stood up and flew upstairs, stopped halfway through the flight, landed in front of the main entrance and walked in slowly.

"Okay, okay, it's just miscellaneous books." Father Yue compromised, "I won't read it."

In the evening when the Yue family left, Yan Jin watched the colorful silks and satins grow small buds.