Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Well, well, whatever you want, Yanjin shook his head again, but if the two of you come to trouble me twice in the next three days, no matter how many times you call Shizu, I will still beat you.

Yue Xiaohan also inquired clearly about the question he had given him. He was quite intentional, and he didn't tell about Qingheng's stay at Chimushan, nor did he say that someone wanted to ask it on purpose, he just pretended to be gossiping and asked.

"The brothers said that Master borrowed the Qingheng sword back then to help suppress the floods in the world."

"How does the sword suppress?"

Even if there is spiritual power, at least a ladle should be more useful, right?

What's more, although some words are not very kind, it is actually inconvenient for people outside this place to interfere in the world. A little carelessness will affect the established fortune of the world. The flood should be managed by the emperor's officials or related people.

"Oh, it's true that the Immortal Gate shouldn't interfere, but if there are evil things causing trouble, you have to do it. It is said that the flood was not natural, and the master came out to find the source of the flood. Later, it was stopped, but Qing Hengjian was lost. ,Then……"

Yue Xiaohan took a peek at Qing Heng: "It's true that Xianmen is looking for it, but it's not very hard to find. The flood must have happened sixteen or seventeen years ago, and Chimu Mountain is not far from Chen Mingzong. , How could they have been looking for it for so long and couldn’t find it? I saw that they didn’t seem to cherish it very much. I thought that the Sword Immortal might as well be with the ancestor, so I didn’t tell them.”

Yan Jin gave him a appreciative look, not to mention not cherishing it, even if the Immortal Gate surrounded Chimu Mountain and asked him to hand over Qing Heng, he would not give it.

It was already dark, Xiao Yue and the two left, but Qing Heng was a little silent, and when the two had walked a long way, they circled around Yan Jin, turning around and thinking about it.

Yanjin grabbed him and put him on his lap: "Do you have something on your mind?"

"I……"

"What you can't say to me is related to me."

Qing Heng hesitated for a while, then sighed: "I have some guesses, I'm afraid you will get angry if I tell them."

"I know what you guessed." Yan Jin stroked the sword head and smiled, "Do you think that the evil that Ye Rongxue suppressed back then was me?"

Qing Heng moved closer to him: "It was you who said before that you and Xianmen are against each other, then... I fell into Chimu Mountain again, this is not a coincidence, maybe he came to Chimu Mountain to fight against you, and then You were injured and fell into a coma, and I was also damaged, so that the blade was disabled."

Sword Spirit said very solemnly: "Look, they are all matched, but..." He sighed again, "If it is true, I caused you to be injured and unconscious."

"You were just a sword in the hand at that time. If it was true, it was caused by Ye Rongxue, not you. Besides, I have thought about what you said, but..."

Yanjin leaned on the back of the chair, and played with a ball of fire in his palm: "Come on, look, what is my name? It's full of fire. If you say fire, I can still think about it. Flood, no matter how you think about it, I don’t have this function.”

"Then are you sure?"

"This..." Yan Jin smiled, how can I be sure what the original owner has done!

He intuitively felt that it had nothing to do with him, but there was indeed no evidence. He didn't have the memory of the original owner, so he wondered if there was a chance to recover it.

And Ye Rongxue never came again, he didn't have to ask Xianmen to question, anyway, didn't he send a sword.

To Qingheng, talk about everything.

A few days ago, he had accumulated enough candle bases for ten. He didn't have time to burn them. Taking advantage of his free time tonight, a ball of fire was ignited, and the sparks lit up. This time, they didn't fall into the field, but all into the trees. fly away.

For a moment, the deeply entrenched old tree looked like a firefly covering the tree, and it was like the silver flower floating in the green leaves, shining with the moon in the sky.

When the floating light dissipated, the large area was lush and lush, and there were many more leaves than before. Yanjin was very idle, and counted one by one, 92, twice as many as before.

This time it's leaves, which are enough for a lot of things.

The next day, the red-gold satin still grew on the tree, and yesterday he still planned to plant tools for repairing the sword body. Although Qing Heng was already intact, he couldn't turn into a human being, and maybe he still needed something.

And other things should also be matched, for example, the bathroom wall only has one side, for example, more vegetables should be planted, and some fruits, flowers and cloth should be planted to sell some money.

A good dream at night, it took 48 hours for the tool to repair the sword body to grow this time. Two days later, he fished out a pair of... Bling Bling's shining little wings, which were quite well-made, and looked It should be woven with silk, pink and pink with sequins.

Flame Ember: "..."

I thought about crossing the pink color before, but I really just thought about it casually, why did you grow such a... It can only be hung on the sword, but that doesn't work either.

Qing Heng stood on the window, just woke up and said lazily: "What grew today?"

"Oh, I haven't seen it yet." He pressed the wing into the ground, "Wait a minute, I'll take it out and have a look."

"Let me help you." Qing Heng flew down in a daze.

"No, no, don't come here." He forced his wings into the soil, "I'll come, I'll come."

Qing Heng was terrified, and he became sober again: "What...?"

"Hmm... the thing that grows this time is not very serious." Yanjin said helplessly, "I'll push it back, I don't want it anymore."

"Isn't that a waste?" Qing Heng was curious, "What the hell is it?" He flew in front of him while speaking.

As soon as Yanjin raised his eyes, he saw him, the other hand was still pressing the wing, and he couldn't help imagining the scene of a Qinghan sword flying around with pink wings on his back, silently pressing that hand deeper, "Not good You have to throw away the things you want, and keep them until irreparable consequences are caused, which is even more wasteful, don’t want them, don’t look at them.”

"Alright then." Qing Heng was very obedient, and flew to the mountains to catch earthworms.

The things that were pressed back into the soil really didn't come out anymore, Yanjin heaved a sigh of relief, and firmly said to himself: "Don't think about it in the future."

Let's wait two days before planting that tool, anyway, Qing Heng has already woken up, there is no rush, he comforted himself.

Today, he planted building materials, and the bathroom should be done. He planted cloth yesterday.

The next morning, the cloth grew into a dark red color, which was different from ordinary red. It was gorgeous and strange, but it was actually crocodile silk.

As usual, keep half of it. Let Qing Heng make an outer shirt for Qing Heng. The inner garment is also fine, depending on his craftsmanship.

The crocodile silk is a rare thing in the world, so it is a good price, but he doesn't have any urgently needed items to buy, so he prepares some daily consumables, some incense and candles, and then buys a scabbard. get up.

It’s almost the end of the new year, and the town of Qi’an is bustling with activity. Every household is busy buying new clothes with bacon and croquettes. Generations live under the same roof, laughing and laughing.

He has been planting building materials for several days. The bathroom has already been built. It is located behind the attic. It is not a big room, but it is very tight. The bathtub that was made before is placed in the middle and there is no need to move it. He bought a waterproof screen to surround the bathtub. , the four gentlemen are painted on the white screen.

Acacia incense was placed on the small coffee table next to it. I didn't plan to buy incense, but the acacia seller insisted on giving it away, saying that it was Chinese New Year, and I wanted to do more good deeds, hoping for a safe and happy year ahead.

The bathroom is set up, and it will be Chinese New Year in two days. He gave Xiaoyue a holiday, planted flowers, and said to himself several times that cinnabar plums must grow.

After thinking about it, he turned over the tools again, this time he promised not to think about it.

There were more than ten bases, and he took ten of them to burn, and the sparks penetrated into the soil, and there was no reaction for a while.

On the second day, early in the morning, there was light snow in the sky, and the kitten moved to the house to sleep, but it refused to sleep in its own bamboo basket once it entered the house, and occupied the soft couch, wrapped in The blanket sleeps from day to night and back to day.

Yan Jin tucked the blanket for it, and looked up to see that Heng was also wrapped in a quilt, sleeping peacefully in the quilt with a sword in his hand.

The fire in the small stove was not extinguished, and there was a beeping sound, which radiated warmth throughout the room.

He pushed open the door, and in the thin snowfall, a blush came into his eyes, like the delicate sun like fireworks.

Tian Zhong really bloomed cinnabar plums, and because of the sparks, they bloomed all over the whole field.

There was a slight sound of swords in his ears, he turned his head and saw that Qing Heng was already flying beside him.

Then he only stopped by his side for a moment, then flew towards the clusters of flowers, lingering on them, flying from one end to the other, wanting to get close to each cluster to smell and take a closer look, as if he was going to be busy all the time.

After turning around for a long time, he took a step and turned his head three times and said: "These flowers cannot be sold."

"Of course not for sale, it was planted for you."

"Then... But, can they be kept in the field for a long time?" If the field is full of flowers, where should other things be planted?

"Maybe we can't keep it, let's move him a place." Yan Jin looked around, "Let them circle around our courtyard, okay?"

"Okay." Qing Heng immediately flew to Huajian again, "I'll help you move it..." He picked it up with the tip of his sword, but didn't move it.

Yan Jin smiled, and slowly raised his hand: "Qing Heng, you should step back first."

Streams of light flew out from the sleeves, and since there is spiritual power, of course it can't be wasted, Xiuxian asked, spiritual power can be used to soar through the clouds and fog, and resist danger, but it can't be created out of nothing, and something can be created for no reason. It's okay to remove something.

The flowers are automatically and orderly scattered around the courtyard, forming a circle, matching the surrounding bamboo, and walking out of the middle of the painting.

In this way, there are still some left, according to Qing Heng's idea, the small attic is also circled.

Snow fell on the petals, and the whole courtyard house seemed to be covered with red gauze.

Qing Heng turned around in front of the flower for a long time, and raised his eyes to catch a glimpse of the tree: "There is another piece of colorful silk and satin."

"Oh." It's not surprising to have this colorful silk and satin. It seems that it will grow here once the festival is over in the town, but it may be full of stars, or it may be covered with mud. Who knows whether it will be a surprise or a fright when it is planted this time. Not going to take that risk anymore.

Tonight on New Year's Eve, wouldn't it be good for him and Qing Heng to sit inside the house, enjoy the flowers, pet the cat and chat?

The author has something to say: Fury: Why is there no entity for Qingheng yet?

Hmm... wait for a storm.