Something's wrong with my sword spirit

"No, it's just that it's not that easy, let's see what else is left." Today I still have to turn over tools, so Yan Jin hurriedly turned over the leaves.

Qing Heng stared at him for a while, and said, "Why did you change the animal species yesterday?"

Yanjin paused: "I..."

How should I put it, is it his selfishness?

"It's okay, you don't need to talk about it." Qing Heng interrupted, lowering his eyes and not looking at him.

Efforts without expectations will always disappoint people, so why ask others not to give up?

At this time, the father-in-law and his son also came, Qing Heng took a few steps back and smiled: "Will we grow ducks again this time?"

"I do not know either."

"No matter what you plant, it must be a very cute thing. If you agree, I will raise all the animals."

"Okay." Yan Jin seemed to have a lot to say, but couldn't say a word.

He needs to think about it.

Another day, a long black iron box grew out. When the long box was opened, a raging fire suddenly rose up. The fire only burned in the box and did not spread or burn anything else. Go in, and you will be born again."

Yanjin said: "Then it will still be you after you come out?"

"It must still be me."

Yanjin put the box away: "No..."

"Master." Qing Heng was one of the few people who called him this way, "I was originally forged by raging fire."

"Qing Heng, don't worry, let me take a closer look first, what exactly is this..." Before Yan Jin finished speaking, Qing Heng suddenly jumped over.

He was terrified, and stretched out his hand to grab it again and again, only holding the hem of the clothes in his hands, the blue clothes fell off and floated past his face, the figure suddenly transformed into a sword and fell into the flames, the fire rose rapidly, and the dazzling light shone on the embers. Without opening his eyes, he rushed over, but the long box put away all the flames, covered them with a loud bang, and then fell from the suspension with a "pop".

Yan Jin's heart was beating violently, and he picked up the long box, the lid was tightly sealed, but there was not even a gap, and he couldn't open it no matter what.

He panicked: "Qing Heng, Qing Heng?"

There is no movement, shaking the long box, it seems that I can still hear the beeping sound of the burning fire.

He hurriedly took the hammer and knives, etc., and used the knife to gouge out the box if he couldn't break it open. Not daring to take risks, thinking for a while that Qing Heng said that he was forged in the fire and not afraid of fire, but then thinking that Qing Heng is so delicate, so what if forged from the fire?

But the moment Qing Heng sealed it in the box, he couldn't rest for a moment. Suddenly, if the tip of his heart was gouged out, and he was so empty that he wanted to suffocate, he decided to take the risk. He lit a fire in his palm and burned it around the iron box. , He sits like pins and needles, as if he is roasting on the fire.

This is effective, when the surroundings melted, he stopped immediately, and this time he used a knife to gouge out the lid, and the lid opened easily.

Inside the long box, the sword body was intact. He heaved a sigh of relief and sat down on the wheelchair. The cold feeling swept over his whole body, and even his hands were shaking.

The opened long box disappeared in a flash of light, the sword body fell from inside, Yanjin caught him, held him in his arms, and looked at the sword in shock.

The clear horizontal sword tempered from the fire, the clear light is like hitting the bright moon, the sword energy is shocking and straight to the stars, like snow like frost scraping the dew cold, like autumn water clear, and you can hear the roar of tigers and dragons.

He stroked the sword slowly, and said in a warm voice, "Qingheng?"

The sword body was lying flat in his arms, without any movement.

It was probably cold, but the clothes that had been pulled down were still there, and Yan Jin wrapped it around the sword, and now it can automatically transform into a scabbard.

After wearing it, he called again: "Qingheng?"

Still no response.

He hugged the sword in his arms: "Qing Heng, are you still there?"

After hugging like this for a whole day, Qing Heng didn't make any movement.

Still didn't wake up the next day.

This morning the little animal came out, and out of a white egg hatched a... cat.

It's not unusual for a cat to come out of an egg.

The little milk cat as white as snow is not a duck, he wondered if Qing Heng would be disappointed, and thought, maybe Qing Heng also likes kittens very much.

So I made a basket for the kitten with bamboo and rattan as a nest, filled it with cotton wool, and cooked some porridge with minced meat for it to eat.

The kitten was mischievous when it was hatched, first ran to tease the fish, and then jumped into the chicken coop and duck coop, but it was too small to jump up.

Yue Xiaohan came here by himself today, it was cold and his father couldn't get up in the morning, he was still lying in bed.

Today, there were two people missing suddenly, and it suddenly became deserted. Yue Xiaohan wanted to ask Sword Immortal several times why he didn't change his human form and stopped talking today, but seeing his master's face was gloomy, he stopped talking.

After noon, someone ran over in a hurry. It was Young Master Lu. He stood outside the bamboo forest and called Yue Xiaohan. After a while, he walked in shyly and pulled Xiaoyue aside: "Fu Ting is here."

Yue Xiaohan was startled: "He wants to dig your heart?"

"No..." Lu Bo shook his sleeve angrily, "He is really sick. He said that the double's illness was all faked. After he recognized the double's true colors, he kicked him again and wiped out him. , and now she ran to say that she still likes me the most and wants to be with me."

Xiaoyue: "...is really sick!"

Lu Bo: "Also, let me tell you, the Shen You you introduced to me is not normal. He actually persuaded me to accept Fu Ting, saying that everyone already knew I was wrong, and it's pitiful."

Yue Xiaohan sighed and explained: "It's also hard for me to understand Xiaoyou's thoughts sometimes."

"Hmph, I think he is also sick, you don't know, there are rats in the study, I let him kill them, and guess what, he actually chatted with the rats."

"He can talk to animals, he's just too kind..."

"Kindness?" Lu Bo looked at him in astonishment, "When I said I couldn't accept Fu Ting, he turned around and changed his face. Did he think I didn't see it? There was a bronze mirror in front of him at that time. You can see it clearly."

Yue Xiaohan: "No, he just doesn't like to smile, his face is always gloomy..."

"Why not, I'm absolutely right." Lu Bo sat angrily on a big rock, "I'll fire him tomorrow... But, can you help me figure out a way now, Fu Ting has been chasing me, I'll get rid of him." Don't drop him."

Xiaoyue looked towards Yanjin, discussing: "Master, why don't you let him hide here?"

Yanjin raised his eyes: "I can't hide from this."

"what's wrong?"

"Look back."

The two turned around, but saw a man in a black dress and a splendid crown coming up, first looked around the surroundings with three points of coldness, three points of coldness, three points of sharpness, and half point of pride, and then landed on Lu Bai, ready to stand on the fan diagram. Add half a minute of tenderness.

But that look didn't change, and suddenly turned back, looking at Yanjin: "Qing Hengjian?"

Yanjin looked at him fixedly: "You recognize it?"

"The sword of my teacher."

"Qinghengjian is a famous sword in the immortal sect, how can it be seen at will?"

"Hmph." Fu Ting snorted lightly, "I'm not casual, I'm my master's inner disciple, and my master used this sword before, of course I've seen it before."

Yan Jin frowned: "You mean, Ye Rongxue borrowed this sword?"

"Yeah... Hey, you are not allowed to call me by my master's name directly."

"Why did Ye Rongxue borrow it and then abandon it?"

"I haven't abandoned it, I've been looking for it." Fu Ting said hesitantly, and then shouted, "I told you not to call Master by his name directly." He took a few steps forward, "Give it to me, I'll take it back... "

Yanjin clenched the sword tightly: "Go back and report to the master, the Qingheng sword is now mine."

"That can't be done." Fu Ting glared, and wanted to grab it, Yue Xiaohan quickly stepped forward to stop him, "This is a fairy, you dare to do it?"

Fu Ting felt that the mountain was full of spiritual power, and seeing that Yan Jin was not like an ordinary person, he wanted to fight head-on, but he was the last of the inner disciples, he was not good at learning skills, and he couldn't use the spiritual power well. Hearing what Yue Xiaohan said, he felt scared and dared not act rashly, and was afraid of showing off, so he stared at him vigilantly, backed away slowly, and retreated to Lu Bo's side to pull his arm.

Lu Bo disliked shaking his hands, so he held his sleeve tightly, pulled him to a hiding place, and said in a low voice: "Xiao Bai, listen to me first, let's put aside the matter between the two of us first, I have to put the sword of Shimen Take it out."

Lu Bo rolled his eyes: "You still have a heart."

"That's right, if I help Master find it, and Master is happy, he may be able to teach me hundreds of years of spiritual power or some profound magic arts."

Luburt: "...What does that have to do with me?"

Fu Ting looked around and lowered his voice even more: "I don't think that person is human, maybe he is not easy to deal with, you... lend me your heirloom, you are a very powerful thing, I think if I can hold him down, just use it, and it won’t be damaged.”

"Strong spiritual power?" Lu Bo touched the kit on his waist. He only knew that his ancestors said that this treasure could bless future generations, but he was just a black piece of iron, really inconspicuous.

Up to now, Lu Burt's family background is not as good as before. Although he still carries it with him like a baby, he is somewhat disappointed with it.

"Yeah, you don't have spiritual roots. I don't know. I've seen it for a long time." Fu Ting explained, "Look, although this thing is very useful to me, I never made up my mind. I really like you , nothing else."

Lu Burt thought for a while: "Is it really not bad?"

Although it was useless, he heard that he had spiritual power, so he thought, could it be that he couldn't use it?

Fu Ting is a disciple of the Immortal Sect, he knows spiritual power, he can see the spiritual energy on the iron plate, maybe it can help stimulate it.

"Okay." After weighing things up, Lu Bo agreed, "But I want to explain to you in advance, don't think that if I'm willing to borrow something from you, it means I agree. It's impossible for you and me."

"Let's talk again." Fu Ting was eager to ask for credit, took over his kit, and explored the surrounding environment. It was too blatant during the day, and he planned to go up the mountain again at night.

Yue Xiaohan wanted to come to help when the two were arguing just now, but if Fu Ting really came to dig out Lu Bo's heart, he would definitely go, but the two were in a relationship dispute, he was an outsider, so he went up and beat him up , it seemed inappropriate. Standing on the top of the mountain, I saw that Fu Ting was doing nothing to Lu Bo, and saw that Lu Bo was still talking closely. I felt that I didn't need to meddle in other people's business, so I gave up and went home after practicing for a day.

Yanjin wiped the sword several times, and boiled a pot of ginger soup. After soaking for a long time, the sword still didn't move.

At night, he gently put the sword on the attic, after a while, picked it up again, took it downstairs, put it on his bed, carefully covered it with a quilt, and lay beside him with his clothes on.