Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Halfway through the meal, Qing Heng propped his head up with his hands, held his chopsticks in the air, and accidentally touched Yan Jin's face.

Yanjin grabbed his hand: "What's the matter?"

Qing Heng smiled and said: "There are seven villains flying in front of me."

Yanjin: "...the seven dwarfs?"

Are you playing tricks?

Still strung so far, you will think about seven gourds when you see them.

"Then did you still see the princess?" He smiled, pulled the man to his side, and glanced at the table, there was no food with wine.

Qing Heng shook his head: "There is no princess, these villains are flying around, their bodies are shining." He went to clamp again, "I caught one... not good, he ran away again."

Yanjin scratched his head, but didn't answer for a moment.

Instead, Xiaoyue stood up: "Sword Immortal, I will catch it for you." He jumped onto the table and stretched out his hand to grab it, but in vain, he fell on the table in all directions, and all the dishes fell off.

Flame Ember: "..."

Xiaoyue frowned: "It's not easy to catch."

He heard Father Yue say again: "If it's not easy to catch, don't catch it. I think they dance very well. Well, the music is also good." He put down his chopsticks and twirled them around twice, posing with an orchid finger, and pulled his son down again. Keep going in circles.

Qing Heng also wanted to stand up, but Yan Jin pulled him back: "Don't go, don't go."

The two men took off their coats again and spun them around. After a while, they sat cross-legged with their clothes under their feet, waving their hands to the sides.

Qing Heng wanted to stand up again, but Yan Jin hurriedly hugged him: "Don't take it off, don't take it off."

Qing Heng looked at him suspiciously, wrapped his hands around him, and wanted to hug him, but he didn't move, so Qing Heng dawdled in his arms, buried his head under his neck, breathed and hit the skin .

Yan Jin coughed softly, and patted the back of the person in his arms softly: "Qing Heng, are you okay?"

"They seem to be poisoned." Xiaoyou pointed to the soup on the ground, "I just took a closer look, and the mushroom is poisonous, and it can make people hallucinate."

"You know..." Yan Jin was about to ask, but he paused, "Are you okay?" If I remember correctly, everyone ate.

Xiao You shook his head: "I'm fine, maybe I ate less, aren't you fine?"

"I..." Yan Jin thought, I am not a human being, this poison probably won't work.

But Qing Heng is not human, he is a sword, so what's going on?

He loosened the person in his arms a little, let him turn his back to him, patted his back lightly, and secretly exerted spiritual power to make him spit out what he had eaten.

After vomiting, Qing Heng was still a little unconscious, half lying in his arms, he grabbed a basin of warm water with spiritual power, and carefully wiped Qing Heng's face.

Seeing those two people still sitting and paddling in the yard, waving their sleeves, two beams of light passed over them, forcing them to vomit, and then using Lingli to bring up a bucket of water from the well and pour it on. Woolen cloth?"

Yanzhu looked at them speechlessly.

After reacting for a while, Xiaoyue finally understood. He first pulled his father up to see that he was fine, and then pulled Xiao You to see that he was fine, so he was relieved.

He couldn't finish this meal, so he cleaned up the yard, and took his father and Xiaoyou down the mountain. Before leaving, he specially found a place far away to bury the poisonous mushroom, in case there were small animals passing by. to eat.

Yan Jin wanted to cook some more food, but Qing Heng was still awake, lying in his arms in a daze, murmuring: "The villain flew away."

He had no choice but to sit there and put his arms around the person in his arms: "Yes, they have gone home, please don't look at Qingheng, okay?"

"But they are so beautiful." Qing Heng half-opened his eyes, "Just like you." He touched Yan Jin's face, "Let me kiss."

Yanjin raised his hand to block it, and said with a smile: "You have to tell me first, is the villain you are kissing now, or me?"

"Didn't you say that the villains flew away, of course it was you."

"Then who am I?"

"My master." Qing Heng also smiled, "He is also someone I like."

Yan Jin's thoughts moved slightly, as if the spring breeze was blowing, full of sweetness, he took his hand away, and let the kiss fall on his cheek, the thin, green kiss brought a little warmth.

It's just... the kiss got a little out of hand afterwards.

Moving forward, he had to lean on the back of the chair. The back of the wheelchair is movable. With such a pressure, the back will fall back a little, making people into a half-lying position.

With the person in his arms on him, kisses fell one by one, from between the eyebrows to the face, and then continued...

Until the collar was half loose, he stroked the hair of the person in his arms, blocking the movement.

The man raised his eyes and looked at him puzzled: "Don't you like me?"

He stroked each other's hair and smiled: "I like it."

"I just know that I like you and I've always wanted to get close to you, but why don't you want to?"

"I'm not unwilling..." he said, scratching the nose of the person in front of him, "It's a pity that you are not sober now, otherwise I will let you continue."

"I think I'm fine now."

"Really?" He stretched out three fingers, "How much is this?"

The person in front of him pursed his lips and pushed his hand away: "Don't tease me, then... wait until I'm done, let me continue, it's done."

He hugged him tightly: "Okay, don't tease you, it's done, then you can rest for a while, okay?"

The other party lay in his arms in another position: "I'll sleep here."

"Okay." He smiled helplessly.

Qing Heng slept until the afternoon, and when he woke up, he was completely healed.

Yanjin started to cook, and could only simply stir-fry a few dishes. Fortunately, the broth was still available, and the boiled cabbage was still available. Originally, he could make another mushroom soup with chicken sauce, but today he still had lingering fears. Don't eat it, change it to chicken soup.

It was almost dark after this meal, he thought, how about making some pastries and sweets at night, which can also be used as supper.

Grind glutinous rice and rice into flour, steam it in a pan, pour osmanthus sugar on it, and it becomes osmanthus rice cake. Stir eggs and milk with starch, bake it on the stove, sprinkle with powdered sugar, and light a fire with your fingertips. This is creme brulee and a small gnocchi.

He doesn't know where his cooking skills come from. Did he work as a chef before?

But I also know the skills of building repairs, and I have also done carpentry.

Possibly also an engineer.

It is estimated that he also worked on the construction site.

Is it possible that he also worked as a zookeeper?

Maybe they still manage cultural relics in museums.

Anyway, can't remember.

At this moment, he only remembered that Qing Heng said that when he recovered, he would let him continue.

I just don't know if Qing Heng still remembers.

The pastry was made with a little hesitation, and after it was finished, it was given to Qing Heng, but he was not in a good mood.

Well, it looks like he doesn't remember, he put down the pastry: "What's wrong?"

Qing Heng sighed: "Today I picked the poisonous mushrooms. According to the regulations of Xianmen, this level... is no longer facing the wall. I should be punished by the rod."

"It's not all your fault, everyone is responsible."

"No, I was the one who started it." Qing Heng stood up, looking for a "stick" in front of the bamboo forest.

Yan Jin hurriedly followed: "Don't, don't, I'm not Chen Mingzong."

"No." Qing Heng had already broken off a bamboo pole.

"In that case, why don't you still face the wall?" Facing the wall is better than scolding with a stick.

"No."

"No..." Yan Jin sighed with a smile, "I don't agree."

The other party said firmly: "This is the rule."

"That's your Chen Mingzong's rule, not mine, and it doesn't count here."

"but I……"

"But I can't bear it." Yanjin interrupted him, "I don't want you to have the slightest pain, so I will also be hurt."

Qing Heng lowered his eyes: "But..."

"Don't worry, that's it. You must punish yourself in the future."

"I get to lead by example."

"What to do, who to show, here are just the two of us." He threw away the bamboo pole, pulled Qing Heng, sat down at the table in the courtyard, picked up a pastry on the plate, "have something to eat?"

Qing Heng was still in a daze, without raising his hand, he stretched out his head and took a bite.

Flame Ember: "..."

After tasting the taste, his complexion softened, and he took another bite.

Sure enough, food can heal everything.

And the people around me are not very comfortable, thinking to myself, can I still feed the next piece?

The pastry was not big, and it was finished in one more bite. Qingheng's lips touched his hand, and then he came back to his senses, blushing and went to take a piece by himself.

Yan Jin rubbed his fingers, looked at his side face while eating, and slowly moved his gaze from his face to his hair. The bun that was removed in the morning had already been tied up, and he knew how to tie his hair very neatly.

But Yanjin wanted to tear it down again.

Still want to mess up.

Qing Heng ate the pastry, ate the glutinous rice balls with a spoon, and glanced at his bowl: "Why is yours different from mine?"

"I didn't put the rice wine in my bowl." Yan Jin was still looking at his hair.

"Why don't you let it go?"

"You can't drink alcohol." He looked away, "The taste is similar."

"You say that, but I want to taste it even more." Qing Heng frowned, and leaned towards this side, "Let me smell it..."

Yan Jin pushed the bowl to the side one step ahead of him, flung the air, half leaned on him, pursed his mouth: "Okay, I won't taste it." She was about to get up.

Before he got up, he was pulled back suddenly, and he was wrapped in his arms.

Yan Jin's breath fell on his hair one after another: "Qing Heng's words are nothing."

The person in his arms blushed: "What did I say?"

He shook his head and didn't answer, just smiled.

Qing Heng raised his head: "Tell me, is there something I didn't do? Tell me, I will definitely do it."

He still smiled, caressed the person in his arms, and still did not answer: "Qing Heng didn't seem to transform into a sword all day today."

"You want to see me turn into a sword now?"

"No, I mean, can you control yourself completely now, and you won't be like before, when you are not at peace, you can't change back, can you?"

Qing Heng closed his eyes for a while, tried a few times, but did not change back: "I don't know, after all... I am not in a calm mood right now."

"Well, try it when you are calm."

"This... doesn't matter too much, does it?"

"It does matter." Yan Jin stroked his hair, exerted a little force on his hand, and then loosened it after a while.

That is, in case, at some special moment, you suddenly become a sword... Wouldn't it matter?

Qing Heng raised his head and asked, "You don't want me to become a sword, do you?"

"Just don't want it to be at some point."

"Hmm..." Qing Heng thought for a while, "Then at that time, just don't let me calm down?"

"This...cough..."

"When did you say certain times?"

"Cough cough..."

"Do you want me to change now?"

"Ahem...you can try it first to see if it will change suddenly, then we can talk about it."

Qing Heng closed his eyes for a while, but there was still no change: "I'll try again tomorrow."

"it is good."

"What did I say?"

Yanjin laughed again, and slowly approached the person in front of him, kissing from his eyebrows to his lips.

Qing Heng blushed again, and when he finished kissing, he lowered his eyes and asked, "Say it quickly."

"No, I'm kidding you, you didn't break your promise, go to sleep, by the way, you sleep first, those chickens grow up, I have to raise the fence higher."

"Cake? I'm not going to sleep. I'm going to eat some more."

"..."

Qing Heng wanted to help build it together, but he really doesn't know how to do it. It's not difficult to make a fence. Yan Jin's movements are very fast, and he finished it in less than an hour.

Looking at the sky and the moon at this time, it's not too late.

In the world he came from, the nightlife had just begun.

Don't worry about going to bed late and not getting up in the morning. Anyway, no one cares about it. If you don't go to work, you don't need to get up early. You can go to bed when you want.

But he had to sleep comfortably, he got covered in ashes from building a fence, and had to take a good bath. When he was getting the bath water, he thought: "Qing Heng, I didn't clean my sword today."

"Yes, but I... can't change back."

"Then you should take a shower first." He had already untied his coat, and after thinking about it, he put it on again.

"I'll wait for a while, don't worry, maybe it can turn into a sword later." Qing Heng pursed his lips, "It's too cold, I don't want to go into the water today."

"It's cold when you first enter the bathtub, so soak for a while and you'll be fine." Yanjin pushed the water away, "But okay, I'll wipe it for you after you turn into a sword, it's really much more convenient."

He took off his clothes and entered the water, leaning against the rim of the bucket and resting his eyes in the mist.

Then he looked sideways and saw a figure outside the screen, he was surprised: "Qing Heng, what are you doing here?"

"Didn't I say yesterday that I want to copy the paintings on this screen. It just so happens that you are taking a bath here. I can borrow some light and talk to you." Qing Heng held the pen and ink, and slowly stroked the screen. Standing behind the screen, a little hazy in the mist.

He moved another stool over, sat by the screen and drew slowly, talking to him at the same time: "Father Yue asked me a question today."

"He talked to you again?"

"Well, he asked how I was with you?"

"Is that so..." Yan Jin blew on the steam, "You and I..."

"I said, I can kiss you skin to skin."

"!!" The water vapor was blowing so hard that it caused splashes.

"He asked me if I was close, and I said no."

"This one……"

"Then he told me very firmly that he felt, you... can't."

The water splashed so violently that it hit the screen.

Qing Heng poked his head out from the side of the screen: "Is what he said true?"

"No."

"no?"

"It's not Qingheng, he didn't have a serious word, didn't he tell you, some listen, some don't."

"Oh, I see." Qing Heng returned to the stool and continued to draw, thinking, maybe it will be fine when his legs are healed.

He had taken a bath, but Qing Heng still hadn't turned into a sword, so he had to wash it himself, and when he came back after washing, he was beside Yanjin's bed, remembering what he had said in the daytime: "I didn't go to see the lion dance today."

Yan Jin half leaned on the bed, looked up at him, his hair was still wet after washing, he didn't tie it up, it was hanging on his shoulders.

It was only then that he remembered that he had indeed forgotten it. The daytime was too frenzied, so he passed a cloth towel beside his pillow: "Usually, these events will not last for only one day. I think the Lantern Festival... There are before the Lantern Festival, don’t worry, you don’t know, there must be lanterns on the Lantern Festival, let’s go to see them then, you haven’t seen lanterns, have you?”

Qing Heng took the cloth towel and sat beside his bed to wipe his hair: "I know a little about lanterns. Chen Mingzong hangs them every year on the Lantern Festival. Although it is a cultivation sect, everyone is human, and some customs and habits of the common people will still be preserved. Yes, it’s just that most of them are bought by new disciples and hung in the place where they live, and the immortals don’t know how to do it.”

"According to this, the life of the immortals of Chen Mingzong is quite boring."

After learning bigu, you don't eat, you don't need to take a bath if you know how to cleanse, and you don't have any desires. Apart from teaching and practicing, you don't have other activities.

"What's terrible is that they can still live for hundreds of thousands of years." Yan Jin said, staring at the hair of the person in front of him.

The author has something to say: poisonous mushrooms should not be tried lightly. The hallucinogenic reaction is based on online research and my own make-up. If it is not true, don’t take it seriously. The solution is not to spit it out. You must seek medical attention in time. This is just the plot of a novel with a fantasy background.