Something's wrong with my sword spirit

After Qing Heng finished his meal, he got up to clean up the bowls and chopsticks. On weekdays, he saw that Yan Jin would take it out and wash it up immediately after eating, and he had to clean the house again.

It was indeed necessary to wash the dishes before, but now... Yan Jin waved his sleeves, and the dishes and chopsticks flew into the pool automatically, accompanied by the water waves, they were quickly cleaned up, and then returned to their places automatically, and were placed in rows in the cabinet.

If you have spiritual power, of course you have to use it to wash the dishes, do you still need to do it yourself?

While washing the dishes, he said to Qing Heng: "You don't need to do anything, it's late at night, wash and sleep."

Qing Heng was walking towards the bathroom, Yan Jin stopped him after thinking about it: "Oh, let me wipe it for you." He almost forgot that his body was still a sword.

Qing Heng said: "I want to try the new bathroom, the screen is very beautiful." He has someone to wipe the sword every day, and he doesn't need to take a bath, and he has only transformed into a human form in the past few days.

"Okay, then you go." Yan Jin thought again, even though his body is a sword, he is still a human being.

He poured water, prepared things, and sat outside the bathroom: "Call me if you have anything to do."

The sound of water made an uproar from time to time, Qing Heng chatted with him inside: "This bamboo painting is really good, I will copy it tomorrow."

Yan Jin imagined him holding the Four Treasures of the Study in the bathroom, and looked up helplessly: "Okay."

It's just that the picture is kind of weird.

"This acacia smells so good." Qing Heng said again.

"Well, Shu Zhai bought it, and added a floral fragrance."

"Can this aromatherapy be ordered?"

"Yes." Yan Jin raised his hand, and a spark flew into the room and landed on the aromatherapy. The aromatherapy slowly ignited light smoke, lingering with the water vapor, filling the room with a delicate fragrance.

"Can you prepare some oil later, I can take care of it myself."

"It's okay to rub oil on the body of your sword, but it's not good if you're in human form." Moreover, Yan Jin never thought of raising the sword's spiritual power with a twisted sword. He used to lament that the spiritual power could not be improved, and he has no entity. Now, Just relying on the things growing in the soil makes him have a physical body, so what does it matter if he has spiritual power or not?

He continued: "I can prepare some balm for you, so..." He stopped suddenly.

Qing Heng waited for a while: "Okay, prepare some for me."

"This...let's talk about it later." Yan Jin turned around.

The balm he said was the one that wipes the face and moisturizes the skin, but here it seems to be different from what he meant.

Last time when he was buying acacia in Shuzhai, he was going to take the balm, the mountain was windy, and he had to wipe his face properly in winter, but the shopkeeper looked at him for a long time with a strange look, seeing that he really didn't know, so he told him quietly He is practical.

At that time, he was holding the balm at the door of the store, looking at the ingredients in the sun. Passers-by frequently looked back. While holding it up, he listened to the introduction of the shopkeeper. Almost there.

In the bathroom, Qing Heng heard him not speak for a long time, and continued the topic just now: "Then can you prepare more?"

"Um...you...you don't need to rush to increase your spiritual power, you just have a physical body, don't worry..."

"I'm not in a hurry, but it will be needed sooner or later. You should prepare it."

The people outside the house just poured a cup of tea, and they all spit out after hearing this.

Prepare, prepare... Why prepare for this.

Unprepared or unprepared.

Can't use it.

He went to the courtyard: "Qing Heng, you take a bath and I won't join in the fun here."

I didn't sleep well that night. On the morning of the first day of the new year, I didn't have to go to relatives to receive guests, and the mountain was quiet. There is no doubt that only sleeping can be worthy of this New Year.

The snow has stopped, and there is some snow on the hills and roofs. The ice and snow on the red plums have not yet melted, and they are shining crystal light in the morning sun.

Qing Heng got up earlier than him, afraid of waking him up, he still flew out of the window as before, feeding the chickens and ducks as usual, teasing the fish and cats, and seeing what grew in the fields today.

Yanjin didn't turn over the leaves yesterday, but today he can grow cabbage. The day before yesterday, he planted repair tools in the seventh row. Originally, he wanted Qing Heng to be able to restore his human form, but Qing Heng has already recovered. What's the use.

Qing Heng dug the soil in the seventh row, and dug out a small blue and white porcelain vase with a red cherry jade stopper on it.

"This is... pill?" Xianmen Danxiu sometimes used porcelain bottles to pack pills, which was very similar to this one.

"But it may also be poison." Poisons are more common in such small bottles, especially the red cherry seeds, which are usually standard poisons.

Hearing noises in the house, Yan Jin should have woken up, he hurriedly took the porcelain bottle in.

Yan Jin rubbed her hair and sat up halfway, looking for clothes, when she saw the silver dress coming from the morning light and sitting by the bed.

Before he even opened his mouth to say hello, Qing Heng handed the porcelain bottle in front of him with horror in his eyes: "This one grew out of the soil, how could it be..."

How can poison that kills people grow out, Qing Heng thought, is this field reliable?

Seeing that the porcelain vase was completely sleepless, Yan Jin also showed panic in his eyes.

Isn't this packaging and smelling this smell the same thing that made him die that day in Shuzhai?

"Yeah, how could..."

How did it grow out of the soil? What happened to the field? Why did it become more and more unscrupulous? He swore yesterday that he was not prepared.

Then it grows by itself!

Yanjin caressed the center of his eyebrows.

Did he really grow it by himself? This field sometimes grows what he thinks in his heart, and it's not like he doesn't know it.

Those soils, that field, may have been connected with his flesh and blood, and they have a tacit understanding, and they know what he thinks in his heart.

He said he was unprepared yesterday, but subconsciously he was already preoccupied.

Looking up at Qing Heng's panicked and clear eyes, he sighed and said solemnly: "I'm sorry, it was my wild thinking that made him grow such an object."

Qing Heng reacted for a while, trying to understand his words: "You mean, you wanted this to grow, and then it actually grew?"

"I... I have no hope, I am..."

How to explain it?

"Are you going to give it to me?" Qingheng's eyes were even more frightened, and his face turned paler. The things planted in this row are all related to him, so they are naturally for him.

Oh, except yesterday that little wing that popped out of nowhere was for a kitten.

"I..." Yan Jin looked at his expression, took a deep breath, and nodded, "If I have to give it to someone, I naturally want to give it to you."

"Why?" Qing Heng's voice was already trembling, "Why do you have to give it to me?"

Why give me a bottle of poison?

Wasn't it fine yesterday? Why do you want to poison me today?

So, it is possible that he is really not the evil spirit who suffered from the flood, he may be a puppet master or something, he was so enthusiastic before, he was so kind to me, and he was anxious to let me have a body, is it just waiting for this day, after I have a body Then pour the poison, so that he has a corpse that can be controlled by him.

Didn't he also say that he is the enemy of Xianmen, the puppet master who practices sorcery, of course Xianmen must clean up, the logic is right.

His body also trembled.

Hearing his tone and looking at his expression, Yan Jin was taken aback for a moment, feeling a little cold in his heart: "You mean, I can't give it to you?"

"I don't understand."

Yanjin was stunned.

He also couldn't figure it out, he thought the two of them got along very well, but Qing Heng obviously didn't hesitate at all, and simply refused.

And with panic, as if he had suddenly turned into a scourge.

After a while, he nodded: "Okay, I see." He reached out to take the porcelain bottle.

Everywhere grows something, throw it away and throw it away.

But Qing Heng grasped the porcelain bottle when he just touched it, and held the porcelain bottle tightly in his palm with slightly trembling hands, looked up at him with sad and determined eyes: "Okay, I want it."

"what?"

How do you think it's a one-off.

Qing Heng pursed his lips, controlling the tears that were about to overflow: "When I was a sword spirit at the beginning, it was you who never gave up and gave me the illusion, and now you help me cultivate a real body, I should also repay you, you want... "

He was almost sobbing, and continued: "Why don't I give you what you want!"

After all, pull out the plug.

Yanjin looked at the bottle stopper and stared wide-eyed: "No, I didn't mean to ask you to repay it, it's mutual consent, just wait a moment, wait a moment, don't open the bottle yet, listen to me, we are not in a hurry Not urgent……"

Qing Heng refused to listen, and raised his head, two lines of tears finally fell from the corners of his eyes.

Yan Jin was stunned, and grabbed the porcelain bottle: "This is not for food!"

Tears hung on Qing Heng's face: "Is that what you heard?"

"What a mess." Yan Jin hurriedly corked the porcelain bottle and pressed it under the pillow, and finally realized that there might be some misunderstanding, he wiped Qing Heng's face, "What do you think is in this bottle?"

"Isn't it poison?"

"..."

Yanzhu was shocked again.

How on earth did you think of this level?

Where is the logic chain!

He stroked the two lines of tears with his fingers, recalling the words just now: "Since you think it's poison, why do you want to take it?"

Qing Heng raised his eyes slowly: "If you want me to do it, why wouldn't I do it?"

Yan Jin felt a pain in his heart, and pulled him into his arms: "No one is worth what you do, not anyone, including me."

"Can……"

"No but, people who love you will only wish you well."

Qing Heng buried his face on his shoulder, and gave a soft "um", and two lines of tears fell again.

The crying voice was full of grievances, Yan Jin's heart was so soft that he patted him on the back, "Okay, okay, you scared me to death."

"You scared me to death." Qing Heng leaned back and looked at him, "Then... since it's not poison, what is it?"

"Eh..." Yan Jin hadn't gotten out of the warmth, but suddenly faced embarrassment again.

Porcelain vase, porcelain vase, I'll put you back in the dirt later!

No, according to the last experience, it can still pop out after being plugged back, and the objects that grow out in this row have a commonality, and they will disappear after being used.

Push it backwards, and it won't disappear if you don't use it.

"..."

But he had decided to tell the truth just now, but he was delayed for a while, and now, after much deliberation, he still said it.

Sexuality is also human nature, he is open-minded now, even if he was a little distracted yesterday, but he has never composed any unbearable scenes, so it doesn't matter if he speaks out.

After he considered his words, he whispered in Qing Heng's ear for a long time.

After hearing this, Qing Heng's cheeks turned slightly red.

Yanjin was a little surprised: "Do you understand?"

"Is it used for skin-to-skin dating? I understand."