Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Yanjin glanced at the illustration.

I didn't see it.

Take another look.

I really didn't see it.

He threw the drawing book back under the tree, went to the well to wash the dust-free cloth, continued to wipe the sword, and muttered to himself: "Yue father has some truths, there are some things that need to be understood. , otherwise it is easy to be deceived, but it is not understood from this, this is a banned book."

"So I have to make it clear to Qing Heng later. In other words... In Qing Heng's consciousness, is he himself a sword or a human?"

He seems to have some awareness of being human, but he doesn't understand a lot of things. This is not the kind of person who has transformed from a living being into a human being and doesn't understand people's lifestyles and habits. Transcendence.

"Qing Heng, Qing Heng, who caused your injuries, and who brought you out of Chen Mingzong?" He shook his head, accidentally glancing at the book on the ground.

Still didn't see it.

He wiped the blade of the sword many times... What's the matter, he always ran into this book several times.

I should have let Xiaoyue take him away.

As the moon gradually sank, he lightly shook the head of his sword: "Qing Heng, can you come back now, are we going to sleep?"

The head of the sword moved, shook twice, a faint light flashed, and Qing Heng opened his eyes.

Flame Ember: "..."

Qing Heng raised his hand and rubbed his eyes: "Are you going to sleep?"

"Hmm..." Yan Jin didn't know whether to nod his head, he looked like he had just woken up.

"I didn't sleep well, it was so noisy."

"What's the noise?" Yan Jin thought to himself that my voice was not loud.

"Ringtone, let's go into the room and sleep." Sword Spirit yawned.

Yanjin turned her face: "You..."

You have become a human again!

And I haven't had time to scabbard you yet!

Qing Heng came to his senses, closed his eyes and resumed the blade, this time very quickly.

Yanjin also put the scabbard on him very quickly: "You can fly into the bedroom through the window, is that okay?"

"Yeah." The sword spirit flew halfway, but turned back, "Aren't you going into the house?"

"I'll wait a minute."

Jianfei returned to his side: "Shall I push you in?"

"It's okay, you don't need to transform into a human form."

Qing Heng was already in human form, pushed the wheelchair, walked a few steps and then slowly, looked at the things under his feet, "Is this Yue's father's book?"

"Miscellaneous books, don't read."

"Dad Yue looked at this scene last time, and watched it for a long time. Is it very interesting?"

"..."

"What are you two doing?"

"...Qing Heng, don't look at it!"

"There's another one like this..." But he heard the sound of flipping the book.

Don't tell you not to watch it?

"Really don't look at it." He smiled wryly, in his heart he had beaten Father Yue until his nose was blue and his face was swollen.

"Okay." Qing Heng put the book back under the tree, pushed him into the room, Yan Jin helped the crutch beside the bed to the bed, Fang was about to take off his shirt, and saw that the other party hadn't left by the bed, usually he wasn't so particular about it, but this time Shi couldn't do it anyway, "What's wrong with me?"

Is there any dirt on your face?

Qing Heng leaned over, approached his eyebrows, and stared at his face.

His breath stagnates: "You..."

Before he finished speaking, those thin lips pressed against him.

His pupils suddenly dilated: "Qing Heng..."

There is no sense of touch, only vision, but this has already made him lose his mind, "You are..."

"The picture on the book." Qing Heng raised his eyes, "Is it like this for close people?"

"Yes...but..."

"But... there seems to be some special feeling."

"Because I can't touch you."

"Yes..." Qing Heng slightly moved away from him, "When I have a body..."

"Then don't learn this." Yan Jin interrupted in time, "Don't learn from this kind of book."

"Okay." The person in front of him nodded seriously, "Then you tell me later?"

"..."

"no?"

Yanjin smiled slightly, and motioned toward the stairs: "Go up and sleep."

Qing Heng walked upstairs slowly, didn't reach the bed, walked to the desk, put on a red cloak, sat on a low stool with a fur cushion, and wrote at the desk.

Yan Jin doesn't write much, and all the brushes, ink, paper and inkstones he bought before were moved to his table. Qing Heng slowly grinds the ink and spreads the rice paper.

Yan Jin was lying on the bed, she could see him from one side, a lamp was lit on the table, and the shadow of the candle flickered slightly.

He looked at it for a while and asked, "What are you writing?"

"I'm not writing, I'm drawing."

"Draw what?" Yan Jin thought about it, and sat up in horror, "You won't be drawing something in that picture book, will you?"

Qing Heng had already finished writing, and picked up the ink-colored Danqing: "I'm drawing this."

A few brushstrokes are thick and orderly, several mountains are scattered, accompanied by gurgling water, and the majesty is full of tranquility, which is the appearance of the green hills just seen when standing in front of the bamboo house.

"Does it look good?"

He laughed: "Qing Heng used to know how to draw."

Sigh again, something that shouldn't have popped up in my mind.

Qing Heng said: "I want to hang it on the wall."

"it is good."

The next day, he got up early, turned over 7 leaves, and prepared to open up the eighth row.

I did not forget to light the red candles yesterday, so I used up another ten red candles. When the ten bases were burned, the sparks penetrated into the soil, and a golden light appeared again, which disappeared in a flash.

He was waiting for the things he planted yesterday to grow ahead of time, but he saw that there was no movement in the sixth row or the seventh row, but in the first five rows, the land was slowly breaking open, and things kept coming out.

From the Chinese cabbage in the first row, the various vegetables in the second row, and the fruits, flowers, and cloth in the back, each of them has a row.

Chinese cabbage is arranged in an orderly manner and grows neatly, all kinds of vegetables, cucumbers, loofahs, pumpkins, eggplants, potatoes, and tomatoes, as well as various fruits, such as peaches, plums, lychees, cherries, grapes, and pomegranates.

Qingheng is familiar with flowers, and told him that these are peonies, peonies, plum blossoms, chrysanthemums, peach blossoms, orchids, etc., all of which are rare and precious varieties.

The fifth row of silk and satin is also in its own color.

For a time, the mostly empty land on weekdays was colorful, filled with the fragrance of vegetation and flowers.

Qing Heng praised: "It's so beautiful and beautiful."

Yanjin stroked his chin and thought: "These things are worth a lot of money."

Vegetables are not easy to sell, so I keep them for myself. Fruits are not easy to put away, so I keep some of them and sell the rest. I keep the plum blossoms, and the other flowers can be sold. I planned to keep more cloth. Thinking about my poor craftsmanship, If you don't go directly to buy ready-made clothes, you only keep a piece of light red silk, and you have promised to make a dress for Qing Heng, so you have to bite the bullet and finish it.

After saving the goods, I quickly went to the town to sell them. I couldn't move them all at once, and I had to divide them several times.

I stocked up rice, corn, oil and salt, bought some pots and utensils for the kitchen, and bought two quilts and thick blankets. Thinking about the incompatibility of my small bamboo bed in today's small duplex attic room, I also bought a The bed made of pear blossom wood, with dangling tassels on the bed curtain, is of the same style as Qingheng's.

Then he went to the tailor shop to buy a few sets of clothes, and naturally he also wanted to buy a few more sword scabbards. He originally wanted to buy a few more, but he thought that the quality was more expensive than the many, so he chose a royal blue glazed sword scabbard with jade inlaid on it. , 120 gold.

There was still a space at the entrance of the house, so he chose a round table. On the other side, he opened a window in front of the stairs to install curtains, and matched it with light green veils of the same color. There was still room under the window. I thought in my heart that it would be best to have a sofa placed against the wall, but I definitely can’t buy a sofa here, but there are similar ones, and the couch is also okay, long and covered with soft cushions, much like a sofa.

In this way, I have almost bought enough things. If the kitchen utensils are complete, I can buy more ingredients, and I can buy some kinds of meat. Considering the trouble of burning firewood, I bought a small stove.

On the way back, Qing Heng took a few more glances at the same object. He followed his gaze and saw that it was a chair made of rattan. After burning and repainting, it is impossible for the little flowers to survive.

But it is different from ordinary chairs, there is a cross bar on it to support the two sides, and the rattan chair is hung up, shaking slightly.

He smiled at Qing Heng and said, "Is this interesting?"

"Ah."

"This is a swing chair, I didn't expect it to be available here." He bought it without saying a word.

After returning to the mountain, the things were brought over one after another. He replaced the bamboo bed with a large pear bed. There was no need to throw away the bamboo bed. It was put under the tree, and he would lie on it for a nap in the afternoon next summer.

Not far from the bed is a round table, which is also decorated with a tea tray and a celadon vase. Sitting at the table, it is just facing the window with the long table, and the red plums are dotted on the green hills in front of the window.

The soft couch was placed against the wall next to the stairs, with a window behind it, and the curtains swayed beside the soft couch. The bookcase next to the other wall was a bookcase he bought before. He didn't notice it before. Looking at it this way, the bamboo-wood staircase Just to separate an area on the first floor, he just placed a soft couch and a bookcase, and a plush blanket was placed under the soft couch.

It's like the corner where you read and relax.

In Qingheng's space on the second floor, he bought several picture frames. After Qingheng painted yesterday's painting and installed it, the remaining empty picture frames were hung up first, waiting for him to paint by himself.

The two beds were covered with quilts, soft and fluffy, and the swing chair was placed in the yard, which was relatively light, and Qing Heng could move it wherever he wanted to sit.

But it rained in the afternoon, so he temporarily put the swing chair inside the house and placed it next to the soft couch.

Nothing to do after packing up, Xiaoyue asked for leave, and he didn't come here recently, the sound of rain was rustling on the roof, and he was not in a hurry, so he moved the small stove to the soft couch, boiled water and made tea, He also wanted to drink a couple of sips of wine, so he poured the peach blossom wine into a small pot, and when the tea was ready, he put the wine on the stove to warm it, and told Qing Heng not to get close to smell it, and then lay on the soft couch to watch the rain outside the window.

Qing Heng sat on the swing chair next to him, swaying, having nothing to do, looked up to see that the picture frame was still empty, brought a pen and paper, brought the round table, and laid it on it to draw slowly.

The wine was hot and gurgling, Qing Heng raised his hand and put it on the round table for him, made tea himself, smelled the fragrance of the tea, drew a picture of plum blossoms, and heard the rain getting heavier, took the blanket Come, put one on Yanjin's body and one on herself.

Yanjin was taking a nap with his eyes closed, felt the movement, opened his eyes slightly, and saw the clear face, and the hair was sweeping across his cheeks.

Qing Heng smiled at him: "Woke you up?"