Something's wrong with my sword spirit

The eggshell was pecked to pieces, and a yellow-haired duckling with a flat beak came out crookedly.

Qing Heng checked: "Is this also a chicken?"

"No, it's a duck."

Qing Heng learned the lesson this time: "You said that chickens and ducks are scary, you lied to me, right?"

"Ah, haha, I'm lying to you, but..." Isn't the little duck growing out of the ground worth the horror?

What's even more frightening is, where is it kept?

Those chickens were already half-grown, and if such a small duck was put in, it would be trampled flat, and another duck house had to be built.

Today, he had something to do. He directly connected the duck house next to the chicken coop, built walls and weaved thatched sheds. The process was similar.

In the evening, the duck coop was completed. It was as high as the chicken coop, and it was a little more spacious. It was also covered with thick grass wadding and covered the windproof straw mat. Although only one duck grew out today, there should be more in the future. If it is larger, it will not need to be rebuilt in the future.

Qing Heng was more concerned about how to feed, and asked him: "What do ducks eat?"

Yan Jin was probably too busy, so he answered casually: "Salted salted duck, roast duck, crispy duck, and stewed duck soup."

After speaking, Qing Heng looked at him in astonishment.

He reacted and quickly changed his words: "Little fish and shrimps also eat earthworms."

"Well, it's all simple, but..." Qing Heng looked into the duck house, "Can a duck be lonely?"

The chicks over there are all in pairs.

"I can only grow one, and I can't help it. It's okay. Next time I plant eggs, it should still grow." He intends to go to the town to buy one, but he thinks that the one he bought is different from the one grown in the soil. It's a species, what if it's invincible, it's best not to take that risk.

Stay single, stay single, how long can you stay single?

"How about laying eggs tomorrow?"

"That won't work, I want to plant stones as soon as possible, and I want you to repair them soon."

In fact, regardless of whether the sword body has been repaired or not, the Qingheng body that has transformed into a human is intact. He lightly shook the sleeves that Liu Guang shook: "It's okay, I can wait."

"No, I think that duck is better at waiting."

It was also dark at this time, after dinner, washing and going to sleep, red candles were lit in front of the window, the door was closed to block the howling wind, and the attic suddenly felt warm. He sat under the quilt and wiped his sword as usual.

This has become a habit, sometimes Qing Heng doesn't pay attention to the severity of his strikes, and Qing Heng basically doesn't say a word. He uses this time every day to practice the seal of spiritual consciousness, and he can control it to a certain extent.

But today, every time the sword trembled, Yan Jin didn't know how to do it: "You don't seal your spiritual sense anymore?"

"Well, I don't want to seal it anymore, I can't sleep at night after sleeping too much."

"..."

"Actually, I have something to ask you."

"Okay, tell me." Yan Jin had just finished wiping the scabbard and was about to wipe the blade, and was unbuttoning it.

"You are in such a hurry to fix me, aren't you..."

"What?" Yan Jin quickly undid the sword buckle.

"Want to kiss me skin to skin?"

With a "snap", the sword buckle was pulled off.

Yan Jin looked at the sword in a daze: "Do you know what skin-to-skin kissing means?"

Jian Ling paused for a moment: "The meaning in Father Yue's picture book."

"Um...then do you know how this is done?"

Sword Spirit fell silent.

Yanjin picked him up and stood upright in the palm of his hand, solemnly said: "Qingheng, I am in a hurry to repair you, I hope you can recover as soon as possible, I don't want to see your flaws, it's not what I want to do to you, it's just If I want you well, I can give up other things first, it doesn’t matter if I leave the house and food first, I’m anxious because you are more important than these.”

Qing Heng thought for a while: "I am more important than food."

"of course."

"Is it more important than what you wear?"

"What do you say?"

"Is it more important than living?"

"you still need to ask?"

"But... I can't eat, wear, or live."

Yanjin pulled him forward: "People's life is not only about food, clothing, housing and transportation."

Qing Heng transformed into a human form, smiled lightly, leaned on Yan Jin's body, raised his head slightly to look at him: "Then will you have a skin-to-skin kiss with me?"

"..." Yan Jin leaned back a little, "I am not the only one who has the final say."

"Who else agrees?"

Yanjin couldn't answer.

"Okay." Qing Heng said, "Then you... want to?"

Yanjin leaned back a little more, turned to look at Hongmei in front of the window.

Qing Heng tried to block his sight, and moved closer: "Do you want to?" The breath of speaking fell on his face.

He had no choice but to turn his gaze back to the person in front of him, looking at Chi Chi's face, and slightly squeezed his hands: "It's late at night, go to sleep."

"Okay." Qing Heng got up, then bent over the bed to look at him, "Don't you want to?"

Yanjin squeezed her hands tightly: "Go to sleep."

Qing Heng nodded, walked upstairs slowly, took off his clothes and lay down.

He was still used to hanging his coat on the railing, and when he slipped accidentally, he fell from upstairs and covered Yan Jin's face.

Yanjin clenched the shirt tightly, wanting to get up to drink water, for fear of waking up the upstairs.

What if Qing Heng couldn't fall asleep and wanted to come down to talk to himself again? After much deliberation, he had no choice but to give up and wait until the middle of the night to gradually fall asleep.

At dawn, he woke up quickly again, and immediately went to see if there were rocks growing in the seventh row. These things were too small, and it took a long time to dig them out.

Then, he planed out a steel needle.

Why is it not a house stone? Does it grow differently every time?

He looked at the steel needle at the morning light for a while, and he could vaguely see a streamer floating, and he was slightly relieved, fortunately, it should be something with spiritual power.

Quickly called Qing Heng over, and as before, touched the blade with the steel needle.

The streamer surrounded the blade, but this time it didn't seem to have that much effect. The scars were still scars, and there were no obvious signs of fading or healing.

"The steel needle can remove the rust and stains on the body." Qing Heng said, "This may need to be done manually, and I can't just touch it."

"So, I want to scratch your scar with a steel needle?" Yan Jin frowned, "No, it won't hurt to death."

Qing Heng watched him silently for a while, then said patiently: "I will teach you the method of sealing your spiritual consciousness."

"Then I don't want to."

"But I... I was originally a weapon."

Yan Jin was stunned, yes, even if he was raised as a flower, it would not be able to hide the fact that he is a weapon.

He sighed: "Okay."

He quickly learned the method of sealing the spiritual consciousness. After sealing it, he shook the sword body vigorously and shouted several times to make sure that Qing Heng was really unconscious, so he took the steel needle to strike.

The steel needle pierced into the scar and removed the rust little by little. Some of the hard rust could not be removed. He wanted to find a hammer, but ordinary objects could not touch the steel needle with spiritual power.

But at least it worked. Most of the rust was eliminated, and the sword body was much smoother than before. This time, the steel needle did not disappear, and it could still be used later, but he had already cleaned up all the rust that could be removed with the steel needle. Even if the steel needle can be used again, it must be assisted by other tools.

After cleaning up, he carefully wiped the blade, went back under the umbrella, put the red plums on the table, made tea, and softly woke Qing Heng up.

Qing Heng opened his eyes and looked at himself: "I feel that the sword body is much easier." Then he transformed into a human form, "Is it the same?"

"Well, no." Yanjin smiled.

"Then..." Qing Heng stretched out his hand to him, and he also raised his hand.

The fingertips touch and pass through each other.

"Still can't touch it."

"It doesn't matter, my purpose is not to meet you, but to get you better as soon as possible."

"But, there must be some progress." Qing Heng was disappointed, turned around with a slight flick of his sleeves, the hem of the clothes brushed past Yan Jin's arms, landed on his palm, and then flowed away through his fingers.

Yan Jin was slightly stunned: "No, there are still some." He lightly pulled off his sleeves, "I can touch your clothes now."

If he took off the clothes made from the scabbard before, he could touch it, but after putting it on Qing Heng, he couldn't even touch people with clothes, unless he used other things, such as picking something with a bamboo pole.

"Really?" Qing Heng raised his sleeves, before he could turn around, he suddenly heard a "click", the back of the shirt was split open, and it was about to slide down, Yan Jin quickly grabbed it with his hands.

Qing Heng couldn't turn around, turned his head and said: "You..."

"I..." Yan Jin quickly explained, "I didn't do it."

Qingheng, you believe me, I won't be unable to resist taking off your clothes as soon as I touch them.

He thought quickly: "Oh, by the way, I accidentally dropped the button of the scabbard last night. I didn't notice it at the time. It didn't seem to be broken yet, but it broke today."

Once the sword buckle is broken, the clothes transformed into will naturally have problems.

He pinched the torn skirt and said, "Hurry up and become the sword body, I'll fix the scabbard."

Qing Heng closed his eyes and did not transform back.

Yan Jin: "Qing Heng..."

"I...sometimes I can't go back to the illusion. The more you urge me, the more difficult it becomes. You can cultivate like this."

"That's fine too." Yan Jin thought, but this is not called repairing, it's called sewing. Fortunately, he has needles and threads, and he sews a piece of clothing, no need to cut the edge and shape, it's very simple, he slowly let go, " Qingheng, you pull it yourself first, and I will go find a needle and thread."

"Should I take it off and sew it?"

"No, no, no, it's so troublesome. Don't worry, I won't pierce you. My needlework has been practiced very well, not to mention it's not invisible now." He quickly found a needle and thread, and after threading it, put the clean The horizontal hair was pushed to the front, and the white shoulders and back were exposed behind the torn clothes. He gathered the two sides together and threaded the needle, thinking that he was very skilled.

After sewing, it looks pretty good, and there are basically no traces of repairs. Of course, it is also due to the layered layers of the clothes.

He patted the clothes, knotted the thread, and moved close to his shoulders, trying to bite off the excess thread.

Aunt Shen used to like to bite with her mouth before, and there were scissors beside her, as if she didn't have a mouthful or mending atmosphere, he followed suit and got used to it.

The person in front of him moved slightly, the thread in his mouth was not broken, he raised his eyes: "What's the matter?"

"fine."

Yanjin saw that his ears were turning red.

He was leaning on his shoulders, and the breath fell on his neck and ears.

He was also slightly stunned, the movement of biting the thread did not move for a long time, the back he saw just now appeared in front of his eyes for no reason, he should have retreated, but he did not move by mistake, staring at the roots of his red ears, without moving his eyes, and then moved a little Push hard, and the thread will break.