Something's wrong with my sword spirit

The mountain wind is cold, there is no moon tonight, and a few stars hang sparsely in the night sky.

The two figures stooped, walked through the bamboo forest, and tiptoed in.

They searched in the courtyard first: "No."

"Qinghengjian is a very precious sword. I don't think it will be thrown outside casually. Let's go into the house." Fu Ting held the iron piece in front of him, cast an invisibility trick to cover the two, and quietly pushed the door... without pushing , had to turn over the window.

There is no red candle by the window tonight, the owner here is too lazy to light it today.

Fu Ting used a noise-silencing technique again, trying to make no sound, touched the long table in front of the window several times: "Nothing."

"Go over there and have a look." The two came to the table again. The tea on the table was already cold, and they didn't see Qing Hengjian. They walked forward and touched the bookcase, "Why isn't there?"

"If you don't put it on the table and cabinet, where else can you put it?"

Lu Bo looked up and saw a bed in the attic, a little confused: "Maybe...a bed is prepared for it?"

"What kind of bed do you want for a sword?" Fu Ting shook his head, but he saw that there were also desks and bookcases on the second floor, and guessed they were there, so he wanted to go upstairs.

But when they heard the bed curtains rustling, the two of them were startled. Fu Ting immediately threw the iron piece forward, and stamped a magic spell: "Seal!"

There was a faint light on the iron piece on the bed curtain, and the sound stopped abruptly. He patted his heart: "I'm fast asleep, I won't be able to wake up for a while, let's go."

Lu Bo was stunned: "Why is my iron piece so powerful?"

"It's no problem to deal with small spirits, mobs, and even casual cultivators with ordinary spiritual power in the world."

"Then how do you get it back later?"

"Don't worry, this seal is enough for him to sleep for a while, just come down and take it away later, it's really not good... Huh, what kind of fairy, I don't think so, Xiaobai, get the Qingheng sword, let you see the fairy The sword of the door is powerful, as long as the sword is drawn and swung lightly, it can knock him out of his mind."

"Why do you want his life? He didn't mess with you. You should accumulate some virtue and don't touch him."

"Didn't I want to show it in front of you?" Fu Ting smiled, and the two went upstairs, searched the desk and the cabinet several times, but still couldn't find it, so they also looked at the bed with doubts: " Did you really get a bed for it to sleep in?"

"This is better than the treatment in Chen Mingzong."

But after looking around on the bed, there was still nothing.

So far, after searching all over, Lu Burt pointed to the bed curtain on the first floor: "It's only there."

"Why, could it be that he's still sleeping in his arms?" Fu Ting was a little puzzled, "Anyway, he's sealed off, let's go and have a look."

The two swaggered to the side of the bed, lifted the curtain beside the bed, looked down, and indeed saw Qing Hengjian.

Lying in bed, wrapped tightly, only the sword head exposed.

"..." Fu Ting patted his head again, and stretched out his hand to draw the sword.

He relied on the invisibility and silence tactics, and the person on the bed was sealed again, without any fear.

However, before his hands touched the sword head, a dazzling light suddenly flashed.

With a "boom", the two were thrown out of shock and fell to the side of the table. A light on the table suddenly lit up, and the dark room was instantly illuminated. The person on the bed was sitting firmly, and glanced at the two with cold eyes. , Hold the iron piece and look at the light for a while.

Last time I didn't look carefully at the Fang family, but after seeing this clearly, Yan Jin said silently: "Dragon Scale."

"It's mine, you give it back to me..." Lu Bo got up to snatch it away, but a ray of light knocked him back, Fu Ting caught him, still urging, "Don't make too much noise, or the sound will never be silenced." I can't stop it either."

Yanjin looked over as if listening to a joke: "This is not yours."

The two were startled, and when they looked at each other, they realized that the stealth weapon had been broken just now.

They staggered to their feet, Fu Ting still wanted to fight, thinking that if he got the Qingheng sword, he could beat him, and rushed forward quickly.

Yan Jin's eyes froze, his eyes were like torches, and suddenly the dazzling light pierced Fu Ting's body, knocking him back outside the house.

Fu Ting coughed up blood, stood still in the courtyard, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and concentrated, and used up all his life's magic to attack again.

Yan Jin raised his eyes, and the spiritual power dissipated automatically. He only moved his eyes and didn't even lift his fingers. Fu Ting knew that it was impossible to resist, so he stopped coming forward and spoke tremblingly: "You...I don't care about you Who is it, but the Qing Heng Sword belongs to the Immortal Sect, if you don’t give it to me, be careful that Chen Mingzong will come looking for you.”

Yan Jin caressed the sword head beside him, and smiled at him: "This is mine."

"You..." Fu Ting poked his neck and said, "You snatched it, isn't this..."

Before he finished speaking, a stream of light suddenly approached the door, turning into a ball of fire and surrounding him.

The people in the fire had no time to scream, and turned into ashes in an instant.

Lu Bo's face turned pale when he saw this, his legs trembled and he knelt down again and again: "The immortal, spare your life, the immortal..."

Yanjin raised the iron piece in front of him: "This is mine too."

"What's yours is yours." Lu Bo kept kowtowing, "I don't want it anymore, please forgive me."

The person on the bed leaned over to look at him: "It's not that you don't want it anymore, this is my thing."

Lu Bo was stunned for a moment, then kowtowed again: "What's yours is yours."

"Go away." Yan Jin snorted coldly, and lightly moved his sleeves, Lu Bai was thrown out of the room with a "wow", he didn't dare to stay any longer, he stumbled and ran away rolling and crawling.

The house returned to calm, the table was lit like beans, Yan Jin picked up the dragon scale, sat in a wheelchair and pushed the door out.

Just now the iron piece was thrown to the bed curtain, he stretched out his hand to catch it, and then felt the electric current rushing into his body, the body gradually changed, as if the warmth went straight to the dantian, and then spread throughout the whole body.

With a slight movement of his fingers, he broke the spirit art on the two men, and he also understood that this iron piece gave him spiritual power.

Originally, he had supreme divine power. So, these divine powers are coming back?

The last time he touched the iron plate, he slowly recovered his eyesight. This time, will he slowly recover his divine power?

It still needs a process, eyesight does not recover all at once, and divine power does not suddenly become strong, but he is more than enough to deal with those two people at this time.

The two were busy upstairs just now, so he just watched indifferently, and took a closer look at the relationship between the iron piece and himself.

He can see at night, and saw that the iron sheet was oval in shape, with ripples on it, and when he touched it with his hands, the ripples were uneven.

It is said in the book that the original body was originally a red dragon. Although he didn't feel like a foreign body, there were still similarities in the end. When he touched these ripples, he knew that it was a dragon scale.

It was the dragon scale that fell from him.

What should the original shape look like, because the illusion can't be done, he doesn't know, maybe it's a dragon with its scales bald?

That's somewhat ugly.

It's a pity that even though this dragon scale can help him slowly recover his spiritual power, his legs are still not healed. He turned the wheelchair to the edge of the field. The last time the dragon scale was accidentally thrown into the soil and disappeared. The dragon scale, and even the tree, must have been no accident.

He threw the scale into the soil again, watched it shimmer and sink into the soil, never to be found again.

Turning back, I looked at the vegetation in the mountains, the leaves on the trees, and the fields in front of me.

Before Youlong's light, Chimu is the step. He has confirmed that he is the owner of Chimu Mountain, not a tenant or a borrower.

Both Fang Lingyu and Lu Bo said that the scales are ancestral, so at least they have existed in the human world for hundreds of years.

Had his scales been taken away for hundreds of years?

In this way, could it be that the original body has been sleeping here for hundreds of years?

Then, one day, he came here and opened his eyes instead of the original body?

The world after opening your eyes, except for the mountains and rivers, trees, fields, and a sword.

Qingheng...

He lowered his head to caress the head of the sword in his arms, but Qing Heng refused to wake up.

He had been thinking since just now, what would happen if Qing Heng was really taken away?

Absolutely not.

"Qingheng is mine!" When he said this to Fu Ting, he had already made up his mind that he wanted Qingheng to be by his side forever.

A bond of blood, you are mine.

Can't be touched by others, not by anyone.

Qing Heng, when will you wake up?

Will you...will you still wake up?

Even if he regained some spiritual power, he could do nothing with the sleeping sword.

He originally said that he would study the raging fire in the long box, but why did Qing Heng jump into it so anxiously?

He leaned his head on the head of the sword, closed his eyes and sighed softly.

The sword light was cold and moved slightly.

But he felt the warm breath, and heard Qing Heng whispering: "What's wrong with you?"

He raised his head abruptly, dazed in a daze, speechless for a while.

Qing Heng looked around in bewilderment: "It's late at night, why are you still awake?"

He regained his composure and smiled, hugging the blade of his sword: "I can't sleep."

Jian also smiled shallowly: "itch, what are you doing?"

Yanjin let go of him, and frowned angrily: "Do you know how long you have been sleeping?"

"Two days." Qing Heng thought for a while.

"I also know that I slept for two days."

"I want to come out too, but it seems like I'm being held back by something and I can't get out." Sword Spirit said with some grievances in his tone, flew out of his arms, and spun around in the air.

Then turned around again and was shocked: "Why can't I become a human?"

Yan Jin was also shocked: "Couldn't be transformed into a human?"

"Yes, yes." He was very anxious, "My sword body has been repaired, and I will definitely be able to touch you completely this time. I want to try it, but..."

"Don't worry." Yan thought for a while, "Fire tempered, either destroyed or reborn, since you have been reborn, the rest will probably take a few days to recover."

In fact, after this time, he has already figured it out, it doesn't matter whether Qing Heng has a human form or not, it's still him.

But Sword Spirit was very disappointed: "Okay."

"Do you want to sleep?" Yan Jin caressed the tip of the sword, thinking, when you become a human, it will be difficult for me to touch, so hurry up and touch more now.

"I've only slept for two days, and I can't sleep anymore."

"Then..." Yan Jin smiled, "Alright, come with me, and I'll show you something nice."

"what?"

"Come with me." He pulled the sword body, turned the wheelchair to the eaves, saw the kitten licking its paws in the bamboo basket, put his hand near the sword head, and roughly covered his "eyes": "Wait Watch it carefully later, it's a surprise."

Qing Heng covered his eyes with him, and couldn't help laughing: "What the hell is it?"

The wheelchair turned to the bamboo basket, Yan Jin let go: "Look!"

The author has something to say: Do you still need to farm when you have supernatural powers?

Of course, of course, Qing Heng will soon have a physical body, and he has just begun to really feel the mountains and wild things.

another:

"The dark dragon is not bright, and the ruler and wood are the steps." From Liu Yuxi's "Xue Gong Shendao Stele".