Something's wrong with my sword spirit

He raised his head and called Qing Heng: "Why are you in the room all the time?"

Qing Heng pushed open the window and looked down: "If I'm in the yard again, I won't be able to resist talking to Father Yue."

"Hey..." Yan Jin sighed, "Okay, okay, I didn't tell you not to talk to him, but you have to have the ability to distinguish, listen to the good ones, and ignore the bad ones, they are gone, come out. "

Qing Heng was about to step out of the window lattice, paused for a moment, turned into a sword, after thinking about it, it was still not good, then regained his human form, and slowly walked out from the stairs inside.

Yanjin leaned against the door and waited for him, seeing him approaching, said with a smile: "You look so beautiful when you fly in human form, you don't need to avoid me."

Qing Heng's face was slightly red, and he raised his eyes in front of him: "I thought you would find it strange."

"It's not surprising, it looks good."

"Ah."

Yanjin stared at him, moved closer, and whispered into his ear: "Wait a while, there will be surprises."

"What is it?"

"Just wait." He Yinqing sat on the rattan chair next to the desk, "Look carefully at this field."

Qing Heng recalled the last time the colorful silks and satins grew out of the sky full of stars: "Is it still a star?"

"Maybe there are better ones."

"Yeah." Qing Heng's eyes sparkled, he specially brought the plum blossom and put it on the table, hurriedly boiled water to make tea, then turned the umbrella on top of his head, and lifted the tassel.

Yan Jin also poured a cup of peach blossom wine, slowly sipped and waited.

Small buds grow quickly.

Yan Jin put down the cup, Qing Heng also straightened up.

The small buds began to spread and grew into a row, and it seemed that there were many things.

Qing Heng stood up.

Yan Jin secretly rolled up his sleeves, the bracelet he bought earlier, he wanted to give to Qing Heng in such a scene.

Small buds turned into clumps of leaves.

Yanjin lightly raised his hand again, thinking to himself that if it was still a star, then it would be paired with flowing fire, and if it was flower rain or something, it would be nice to have a little streamer.

The clumps of leaves float slowly, slowly rising from the earth.

Qing Heng's eyes were full of yearning and joy.

The leaves floated, did not stretch.

Dark night.

Yanjin pinched the bracelet, tapped her fingertips, and transformed into a sleeve full of flowing fire, flying towards the rising floating leaf.

Sparks flashed in front of my eyes, accompanied by a long-pitched piercing sound.

After the sparks burnt out, those black cluster leaves exploded with a "boom".

And then... the sound of explosions came and went, kicking up the soil and sending it flying all over the sky.

"I...I'll go, it's not flowers, it's thunder." Yan Jin hurriedly pulled Qing Heng, whose head was stunned with mud on his face, towards the umbrella.

The oil-paper umbrella with its tassels removed could not stop the flying soil, crackling, and the muddy rain fell happily. The two people under the umbrella stared at each other in amazement, speechless.

After a long time, the sound of explosion finally dissipated, and the two of them were ashamed and shocked.

Yan Jin stuffed back the bracelet in his sleeve, and said with an embarrassed smile: "This... How about a surprise?"

Qing Heng really wanted to boast, but he couldn't. He lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, his bun was messed up by the mud, and it was loose at a slant. The broken hair on his forehead was covered with mud, and there was dust on his face. Some pathetic.

Yan Jin didn't get angry, and gritted his teeth: "Why is this colored silk sometimes a surprise and sometimes a fright!!"

"I won't plant this again." He angrily patted the soil on his body.

"Then what if it's a star again next time?"

"This..." What exactly did this grow, can you give me an accurate answer!

After he patted the soil on his body, he wanted to take a picture of Qing Heng, but he couldn't touch him, so he might as well let him take a bath, just as he was about to say it, he remembered that Qing Heng didn't need to wash it, he just wiped it clean for him later, Or go take a shower by yourself first.

When I got up to take a shower, I kicked the field a few times, but got mud again.

When he was taking a shower, Qing Heng was sweeping the floor with a broom. He swept a part of the floor, but before finishing it, he picked up the copper bracelet and sat down to look at the moonlight.

After taking a bath, Yan Jin saw the back, and realized that the bracelet had fallen off at some point.

He changed out of the white suit and put on the dark green robe at the beginning. He was about to go to sleep, so he didn’t need to wear an outer shirt, just a middle coat. feel cold.

The middle coat of this suit is light green, the inner coat is white, and the edge is exposed at the neckline.

Layer after layer, Yanjin has already gotten used to it. Compared with curly hair, wearing this kind of clothes is much easier.

It is very troublesome to tie his hair. He can tie it casually on the mountain every day. When he goes down the mountain, he can use the hairpin to fix it. It took a long time for him to tie it without clearing it. It hangs only over the back shoulders.

He turned the wheelchair in front of Qing Heng, and organized his words: "This bracelet...can you return it to me?"

The expression on Qing Heng's plaster-smeared face changed slightly: "You want to go back?"

"That's right." There's no way to give someone away in this kind of scene. It's the first time to give something away, so he must choose another beautiful and romantic time.

Qing Heng stared at him for a while, hesitated to speak, and silently handed him the bracelet.

He took it and quickly retracted it into his sleeve.

Don't read too much now, otherwise when I send it to you in the future, there will be no freshness?

Qing Heng watched his movements, his eyes darkened, and he got up and took the broom to continue sweeping the floor.

He wanted to say stop scanning and let me come tomorrow, but before he could say it, he heard the footsteps of "Deng Deng", and saw Yue Xiaohan running towards him panting.

"Why are you here at this time?"

"My father forgot the book, I'll get it." Yue Xiaohan ran under the tree and put the book in his arms, and when he turned around and saw Qing Heng, he couldn't help being stunned.

Covered in mud, with a disheveled bun and a gloomy expression, the one silently sweeping the floor with a broom... an immortal.

Today's gods are really down-to-earth.

He looked around again: "Where is there so much mud?"

"Lei exploded, don't worry about it." Yan Jin didn't want to explain too much.

Yue Xiaohan looked at the yard, then at Qingheng, scratched his head, puzzled, but still politely said: "Sword Immortal, why don't I come and sweep?"

Qing Heng looked up at him.

Then handed him the broom: "Okay."

Yue Xiaohan: "..."

He conscientiously cleaned the entire courtyard, kitchen, and the inside and outside of the house, and took a leave of absence from Yanjin along the way: "Master, I won't come up these two days. I have a friend who came to play with me."

"Are you going to ask for leave when you receive a friend?"

"Well... I don't treat him well for fear that he will get angry. We were fine before."

Yanjin was very vigilant: "What kind of friend, bring me back to see."

"Okay, come when I have time." Xiaoyue felt that he was more lenient than his father, and before leaving, he looked at the ashes on Qing Heng's face, scratched his head again, and went down the mountain suspiciously.

There was no one else, Yan Jin hurriedly called Qing Heng: "You become a sword, I will wipe it clean for you."

Qing Heng walked up to him, closed his eyes, nothing changed.

I closed my eyes again, nothing changed.

"what happened?"

Qing Heng took a deep breath, turned around, tried his best to calm down, it took a while to transform into the blade of the sword, and slowly soared to Yan Jin's hand, before Yan Jin could catch it, he stepped back a little, and said in a low voice: "The scars on my body are ugly."

Yanjin has seen it many times. The scars are not ugly, they are just sad. He gathered the dangling sword, put it on his lap, and rubbed gently from the head of the sword: "How can I repair you?"

"Back to the stove and rebuild."

"After the reconstruction, are you still you?"

"I do not know either."

"Forget it, I can't afford to gamble." He touched the head of the sword and lightly unfastened the buckle on the scabbard, "Can Qing Heng tell me why you are unhappy?"

Jian did not speak.

"I messed with you?"

Jian still did not speak.

"Is it that bracelet? It's yours. I definitely won't give it to others, but I won't give it now..." Before he finished speaking, there was a glimmer of light in front of his eyes, and Qing Heng changed back into a human form.

The four eyes met, and the sword spirit in light yellow clothes was sitting astride in front of him.

The sword spirit has not yet reacted: "Why not give it now?"

"I...I want to wait for a beautiful scene." He gestured with his eyes, "Qing Heng?"

You've become a human, you know?

"Then... alright." Qing Heng smiled, and his eyes regained their brilliance, "What's wrong with your eyes?"

"I'm fine, look at yourself." He continued to blink.

Qing Heng didn't pay attention, and moved closer to him: "Did sand get in?"

"No……"

"Deng Deng glaring..." There was another sound of footsteps approaching.

Yan Jin didn't need to turn his head, he frowned and said, "Xiao Yue, who book did you not take?"

"It's still my father. He said he brought two books today." Seeing the two of them, Xiaoyue stopped abruptly, even more shocked than seeing the immortal sweeping the floor just now.

"Don't take it anymore, you take it as your home, come as soon as you say it."

"Oh, good." Xiaoyue had already picked up the book, but he threw it away honestly after hearing this, "OK, OK, take it or not, I'm leaving, you continue."

His footsteps were fast, and he disappeared after a while.

Yan Jin coughed, and had no choice but to say: "Qing Heng, you are in human form now."

Only then did Qing Heng come to his senses, he was immediately embarrassed, and hurriedly closed his eyes and turned into a mirage.

If he didn't make it once, he would close his eyes again, make another dream, and close his eyes again...

Yan Jin sat in the wheelchair and waited for him, not daring to move for a while.

He really wanted to say, Qingheng, do you want to go down first and then dream.

But afraid of affecting him, he stopped.

Qing Heng finally recovered the sword, both of them breathed a sigh of relief, Yan Jin felt his stiff body returned to normal, dared to move around, he quickly wiped the scabbard clean, took it off and began to wipe the sword.

Today's strength is not well controlled, and I don't know the severity several times, but fortunately, Qing Heng, who is afraid of pain and tickle, didn't say a word this time.

But after rubbing against it, he was worried again: Qing Heng was too quiet.

So I couldn't help calling him, but I didn't get a response after calling several times.

He quickly shook the blade: "Qing Heng, Qing Heng?"

"It's okay, I'm learning to seal my spiritual consciousness." Qing Heng replied vaguely, and fell silent again.

"Oh." He was relieved, thinking that the sword spirit who had come to seal his spiritual consciousness would no longer have any sense of touch, and he was much more relaxed, so he didn't have to care so much about the strength of his hands.

It's just that I suddenly feel very quiet, and it feels like no one responds to my words, which is not very good.

He put the sword on his lap, and swung the wheelchair around in the yard for a while. The chair hit something. It was the book that Yue Xiaohan picked up and threw away. He leaned over to pick it up, looked at the picture book, and felt He frowned.

Isn't this a book that teaches bad manners?