Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Qing Heng's body moved slightly, and he turned sideways just to meet his gaze, lowered his eyes, and looked up at him again.

The breath of each other lingered again, Yanjin finally retreated, turned around quickly, and kept thinking about the question he asked last night.

Do you want to, do you want to?

He shook his head and took a deep breath in the strong mountain wind.

There were footsteps, Yue Xiaohan came here today, he still brought his father, Yan Jin asked a lot about Young Master Lu, Yue Xiaohan said that Lu Bo didn't plan to go back, so he opened a study in Qi'an Town .

Just in need of a helper, he introduced Xiaoyou to him. He organizes the books every day. After finishing the arrangement, he can read books at will without dealing with people. He has endless books. This job is very suitable for Xiaoyou, and he himself is very willing to go.

Yanjin plans to pick bamboo to make the steps at the door today, but he will still make it like the attic in the house, first use bamboo poles to build the skeleton, and then use bamboo weaving for decoration.

He is not isolated from the world on this mountain. Things can grow in the soil, and things can be exchanged for things and money in the town below the mountain. The things in the soil provide him with basic living needs, and can also be exchanged for money. He has always been on both sides. Assisting in the preparation of objects, you don't have to be completely self-sufficient and do everything yourself. This is not survival on an island.

Buy things when you have money, and do it yourself when you have enough time and raw materials. The more important thing is that some things can be bought, and some things are not easy to buy, so you have to rely on yourself.

For example, this ladder is definitely not sold separately, and people have to be hired to go up the mountain to make it, but he can do it himself, so there is no need to hire people.

He also wonders how he has so many skills. He knows a little about almost all industries, and some things can be done right away. Of course, there are also shortcomings, such as needlework, such as pickled cabbage.

This is probably the skill of the original body, he thought, anyway, in his own world...

"What am I doing in that world?" Before teasing Qing Heng, he said that he had done everything, but now the memory of the other world is gradually blurred, and he seems to be a little unclear.

As for being able to see with his eyes, in the eyes of Yue Xiaohan and the others, it doesn't seem to matter much. To be exact, he can see but not, and it doesn't affect his life too much. The only difference is that he can see Qingheng now.

So Xiaoyue and the others were not too surprised. Of course, they didn't have too many doubts about the attic that grew in those few days. After all, in their eyes, it was a fairy.

Xiaoyue said that if Master could stand up one day, he should be pleasantly surprised.

Yanjin felt that whether he could stand up or not didn't matter much.

But Father Yue secretly had some thoughts, and once again secretly said to Qing Heng: "Last time I told you to try it out, have you tried it?"

Qing Heng said honestly: "He won't let me try."

"That must be a guilty conscience."

"He also has no idea of ​​having skin-to-skin contact with me."

"That's not okay." Father Yue was very worried, "What do you plan to do, do you want to be with him all the time?"

"He is my master, the sword cannot abandon the master."

"Hey, okay, but it can definitely be cured." Father Yue comforted, "There is one aspect to the body, and another aspect to the mentality. You have to..."

He was just about to approach Qing Heng to whisper, when suddenly a bamboo branch was thrown over him, he was startled, saw Yan Jin glaring at him, and shut his mouth resentfully.

The next day was still a repair tool, and the new tool also grew into a small hammer with aura, but it could work with yesterday's steel needle to continue derusting. He still sealed Qingheng's spiritual consciousness and carefully derusted.

The sword body is more tidy. After today's completion, the steel needle and hammer will disappear, which means that the rust has been completely removed, and there is no need to repair this item.

This time, he could touch the clear and horizontal hair, and the hair brushed like water in his hands.

Touching this hair, he couldn't help worrying, if next time he could touch his hair, but not anywhere else, it would be somewhat scary.

However, it is a little bit if he can touch it, he is very interested and wants to personally tie Qing Heng's hair in a bun.

Qing Heng doubted: "You can't handle your own, but you still want to help me?"

"It's definitely inconvenient to do it by yourself. It's much better if another person helps. My craftsmanship is very good, trust me."

"Alright then." Qing Heng didn't care, he let him take off the bun and stroke it one by one.

Yanjin tried to put down the pressure as lightly as possible: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Where do you put this?" But Yanjin was a bit unfamiliar. After pulling up his bun, he held the beaded jade hairpin and kept wondering how a hairpin fixed the hairpin so that it wouldn't fall off no matter how much he moved. On weekdays, I tie my hair in a bun, and don’t wear a hairpin if I don’t go down the mountain.

"Whatever, as long as you can plug it in."

"But the problem is...it can't be plugged in." He was a little guilty, and the hairpin slipped off as soon as he put it on.

Hey, what can you do, why do you volunteer to tie his hair?

"How about... I come?" Qing Heng said.

"No, don't do it, I'm going to stick it in." Yan Jin felt self-esteem at this moment, thinking about how Qing Heng used to tie his hair when he became a hairpin.

However, if you can't learn certain short board skills, you really can't learn them. No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't get it right, so he had to give up: "Okay, forget it, do it yourself." He handed the hairpin to Qing horizontal.

At the intersection up the mountain, Yue Xiaohan pushed away his hand covering his mouth, and asked his father in a low voice, "Why are you holding me down?"

Father Yue hissed with his fingers: "Let's go up later."

"I went up late and the master wanted to accuse me again."

"No...it's inconvenient now, you didn't hear them..."

Yue Xiaohan raised his head and looked up the mountain: "What's the matter?"

"Anyway... Anyway, it's inconvenient for outsiders to see, just wait a little bit later."

Is it inconvenient for outsiders to see the Sword Immortal, Yue Xiaohan pondered for a moment: "What's the inconvenience?"

He stood up and walked up the mountain, but Father Yue didn't stop him, so he could only sigh and follow: "Listening to the movement, it seems that it's really not good."

The two came to the courtyard one after the other, Father Yue looked at Qing Heng with disheveled hair, and cast a meaningful look, while Yue Xiaohan saw that Yan Jin's hair was not well bundled, so he rolled up his sleeves and walked over: "Sword Immortal, let me tie it up for you."

He had just smoothed out his hair when he was hit by a bamboo branch from Yan Jin: "Don't touch it indiscriminately."

Yue Xiaohan stopped in doubt: "I didn't touch it randomly, okay, okay, I won't touch it anymore." He walked towards the bamboo forest where he practiced daily.

And Yan Jin also noticed that it turned out that Xiaoyue could also touch Qingheng's hair.

At first, he preconceived that Qing Heng could only be touched by him step by step, but he forgot that this is not a unique relationship between them, but that Qing Heng's sword body is being repaired little by little, and his entity is becoming more concrete.

Kiyoyo with a physical body is able to touch everyone.

He was actually a little lost, and he didn't know where this feeling came from, and he was vigilant for no reason, and he didn't want Xiaoyue to get close to Qingheng.

But when he calms down, he thinks that he really has the heart of a villain, not to mention that Xiaoyue is just kind, but where does he have the right to prevent Qing Heng from contacting others?

Qing Heng has his own thoughts and consciousness, what he does not do, who he gets close to and who he stays away from, all should be decided by himself.

But just disliked, displeased, too lazy to talk.

Today I continued to make the steps, but I was a little absent-minded, but at least I did it for two days, and it was finished in the evening, and then connected to the main entrance of the attic. It is much more convenient to enter the house.

There was silence until the evening, when the father and son-in-law left, he had dinner, washed and fell asleep, just after putting the coat on the tree trunk, he turned his head and saw him standing next to the wheelchair: "What's wrong with you today?"

"It's okay, I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep." He took a few steps forward, then remembered again, "Father Yue didn't say anything nonsense to you today, did he?"

"No, if you don't speak, everyone doesn't dare to say anything."

Yanjin sighed helplessly, and said with a smile, "I'm really fine."

Qing Heng nodded, pushed him into the room, watched him sit on the bed and make the bedding, and stood up straight without leaving.

He slowly raised his head: "What's the matter?"

Qing Heng came closer, reached out to pull his hair: "Let me try to see if I can touch your hair and clothes."

Ruyu's hand brushed over his hair, and landed on his clothes again, her fingertips lingered on his neck, slightly raising the neckline.

Yanjin looked down at his movements, knowingly asked: "Can I touch it?"

"Yes." Qing Heng smiled brightly, his eyes fell on the neckline again, and his fingertips moved again.

Yan Jin saw that his heart was exposed, but Qing Heng closed his hand. He wanted to block it, but forgot that he couldn't touch him, and his raised hand was in vain. He probably forgot to close his neckline, and raised his hand to hold it again. Holding Qing Heng's collar, he brought him forward: "Don't pick it."

Qing Heng was startled, and met his eyes close at hand, but the eyes were not as gentle as before: "Did I do something wrong?"

"No." Yanjin adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes slightly, opened them after a moment, and let go, "It's my problem, I'm sorry, you go to sleep."

Qing Heng got up suspiciously, and walked upstairs silently.

Yan Jin looked up at him, from top to bottom, until he went up to the second floor, and he couldn't see him anymore.

No clothes fell off today, and the next day he found out that Qing Heng didn't take off his clothes yesterday, and slept with his clothes on, and he didn't pull off the bedding.

What grew out today is a small shovel with aura, and he is already familiar with the road. This small shovel is used to remove the unevenness of the sword.

But when he turned over the leaves again, he felt conflicted in every possible way. After turning over the seven leaves, he didn't want to plant tools so quickly. Didn't Qing Heng say that he wanted to grow another duckling as soon as possible, so he would just grow ducks.

He used a small shovel to finely polish the raised part of the sword body. After polishing, he didn't only touch the head or any part as he imagined. In fact, he didn't touch it anywhere.

"Why is there no progress?" He questioned, "Is this shovel fake?"

Is it scary that he complained yesterday that he can only touch a certain limb, so the land really won't let him touch it?

I'm kidding! Hey!

Waiting for another day, what grew was black iron, which is the tool for repairing the blade. Today, after planting animals and turning over six leaves, it is still necessary to grow tools.

The black iron was repaired at the scar, and the uneven place was finally as clean as new. This is a famous sword that was once cherished in the Jiange of Chen Mingzong. It was shining brightly.

However, the clear eyes that had turned into adults were gloomy, and they still couldn't touch them. He said slowly, "Is this the only way?"