Something's wrong with my sword spirit

"It's not all boring." Qingheng defended Shimen, "As I said before, there is no restriction on marriage in Xianmen, but some people don't want to. Respect yourself and stick to the rules."

"For example, Ye Xianzun?" Yan Jin asked.

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"En." Qing Heng nodded heavily, "So you always hope that he will go with Xiaoyue, which is really impossible, not to mention that it is difficult for a person like him to move the heart, even if he moves, I think that with his character, and will not tolerate the spread of his feelings, he will definitely find a way to cut off his roots of love."

Isn't this the reason for the sadomasochism? In the original book, the two abused each other for hundreds of chapters.

However, Yanjin no longer intends to match them up. If the world here will definitely follow the plot of the original book, then that's fine. He's not afraid, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't follow it.

So there is no need to think too much about this matter, he smiled and saw clearly: "Don't talk about others, you also abide by the rules, why do you have to punish yourself every time?"

Qing Heng had finished wiping his hair, and folded the cloth towel and put it on the table: "If you make a mistake, of course you have to remember it clearly, so that you don't make it again next time. I'm also setting an example."

After he said that, he turned over and got into the bed.

Yan Jin was startled: "Qing Heng..."

"Let me rub your legs for you." Qing Heng said, after thinking about it, he blushed and waved his hands quickly, "Don't get me wrong, it's not for other things, just like you said before, I hope I can repair the sword as soon as possible for my own sake. Well, so do I, and I hope you'll be on your feet soon."

He pressed Yanjin's legs with both hands: "Are you conscious?"

"In fact, my leg has always been conscious, but I just can't use the strength." Yan Jin grabbed his wrist, "Don't rub it, it's useless."

Whether the eyes were good before or the legs are good now, I think medicine and stones can't cure them.

He took Qing Heng's hand, and leaned against the head of the bed to sit side by side with him: "So, the eyes can heal by themselves, so can the legs?"

"It will be fine, just wait, don't worry."

The people around him blushed and lowered their eyes: "I'm not in a hurry..."

"Hmm..." Yan Jin looked at him sideways, his black hair hung down to his shoulders, he took off the hairpin before taking a bath, and placed it on the long table in front of the window, he didn't wear a coat, through the slightly loose clothes Collar, you can see the looming imprint under the shoulder.

His eyes lingered on this imprint, and then fell on Qing Heng's face, some thoughts that were just about to move spread, and it was a bit hard to stop.

Qing Heng also looked at him, and gave him a bright smile, leaning his head on his shoulder: "Shall I sit with you for a while and chat for a while?"

"Okay, what are we talking about?" He thought for a while and said what he likes, plum blossoms, green tea, calligraphy and painting?

Or how to make Chinese cabbage delicious, next time I will make boiled cabbage for him, will it be too simple...

After thinking about it like this, he turned his head and saw that Heng had fallen asleep leaning on his shoulder.

He smiled helplessly, and wanted to send him back to the second floor, but he was afraid of waking him up, so he simply let him sleep here, gently pulled the pillow behind him, let him lie flat, and covered him with the quilt.

The sleeping sword spirit turned over, and with a flickering light, it turned into a sword body.

Yan Jin was startled slightly, but calmly, and lay down with peace of mind.

The next morning, except for the snow in the distant mountains, the nearby snow has almost melted, only some bamboo leaves are still crystal clear, and the seventh row has not been disturbed in the past two days, so he is not sure what will grow there For something unscrupulous, five leaves were turned yesterday.

The black satin was planted, and there were already 20 candle bases accumulated, so he simply ordered them all.

The golden light in the field became brighter and brighter, and before nightfall, dark black satin grew out. It seemed that the effect this time was to shorten the time.

And it probably burns more and takes less time.

This row is full of building materials. At first he saw a four-cornered pavilion with cornices and pulled it out. After a while, he saw four pavilion pillars underneath. He pulled it out again, and there was a floor of the same size connected with the pavilion pillars. Together, there are railings around which people can sit.

A mature land can produce finished products by itself. Yanjin is quite satisfied. This is a complete four-cornered bamboo and wood pavilion, which does not need to be assembled and built, nor does it need to add supporting facilities, it is complete.

He looked around, there was no flashing area, and he couldn't throw it directly.

"So, we have to move the pavilion ourselves?"

It's not bad, he has spiritual power now, and he can move the pavilion away, but obviously the walls before were all flown over by himself.

"Could it be that it doesn't know where to put it?" Qing Heng said, those walls have fixed areas, and the pavilion can be placed anywhere.

Yan Jin thought about it too, he looked up, there was an open space next to the pool, so he could put it there, sitting in the pavilion every day, he could see the fish in the pool when he raised his eyes.

Only after this idea was confirmed, there was a faint light on the edge of the pool, and he touched the pavilion lightly, and the pavilion returned to its place automatically.

On the same day, I went to the foot of the mountain to buy a table and stools, and placed them in the pavilion. A chess board was engraved horizontally and vertically on the table, and the merchant provided chess pieces as gifts.

Since you can see fish sitting in the pavilion, you must buy some koi. Koi of various colors swim in the clear water pool, sprinkle a handful of fish food, and they will gather in one place, just like flowers surrounded by flowers.

Qing Heng fed chickens and ducks, and now he also fed fish, and then sat in the pavilion with his arms around the cat, looking at the duck house: "Let's grow animals again, the ducklings have no companions until now."

Yanjin went to turn over the leaves: "But I can't guarantee whether the next time it grows will be a duckling."

Yue Xiaohan came late today, it was almost dark when he arrived, this time he came with his father and Xiaoyou, but this time he came to bid farewell, he has reached the stage of physical training, he can go to Chen Mingzong to formally apprentice getting Started.

Yanjin asked Xiaoyue to prepare a sumptuous dinner for him to practice. Xiaoyue carefully checked every dish this time to ensure the safety of the ingredients.

During the meal, Yanjin solemnly raised his cup and respected Xiaoyue sincerely: "You have nothing to do in the future, so don't come to me, especially don't bring your master to me."

Yue Xiaohan's face paled: "Master, I will not make mistakes, don't deny me."

"That's not necessarily true." Yan Jin sighed leisurely, the day of deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors is waiting for you.

However, it is fine for you to "deceive the teacher", but forget about "destroying the ancestors".

Yue Xiaohan didn't forget to make arrangements for his family when he went to Xianmen. He found Xiaoyou a job in Xianmen, sweeping the floor in the main hall every day.

Originally, father-in-law could also work as a handyman in there, but he didn't want to go. Although he didn't know a single word, he was able to speak well. It's no problem to support yourself, and there is no lower limit for being a human being, and you can get some crooked money.

After eating, the moon rises, and the weather is getting warmer today. The snow on the bamboo leaves is slowly turning into water, and the coldness in the mountains is not as strong as before.

Xiaoyue picked a bamboo leaf, brushed off the thin snow on it, rolled it up gently, and put it to his mouth to blow.

The melodious ditty bypasses the bamboo forests in the mountains and the wild plants and trees.

Father Yue tapped the porcelain plate with chopsticks, squinted his eyes and said in a crepe, "The snow melts on the leaves, the cold disappears under the moon, the flowers revive, and only the plum blossoms wither. However, the Eastern Emperor has arrived, and we will return in spring."

He hummed that tune, Xiaoyou sat stiffly, looked around, and after a long time said timidly: "Uncle Yue, there are noises in the chicken coop and duck coop, saying that you sing very badly."

Father Yue rolled his eyes: "What's in the way of them, I'm going to sing..."

Singing a few more lines, the cinnabar plums that were all around before were blown by the wind and scattered flying petals.

Yanjin laughed and said, "It's not just chickens and ducks anymore, even these flowers can't stand it anymore."

"Huh." Father Yue sneered coldly, "Stop singing, stop singing, by the way, you said that plum blossoms are also strange, full of flowers, without leaves."

Qing Heng said: "Plum blossoms don't grow leaves, as the saying goes, when the flowers bloom, the leaves fall."

Before leaving, Yue Xiaohan kowtowed goodbye, but he repeatedly promised that he would visit his master often, Yan Jin's eyelids twitched, and he almost wanted to run away overnight.

The mountain wind is not that strong, so don't rush into the house. After the people leave, Yan Jin sits in the pavilion and sips tea for a while, holding the light red dress and continuing to sew. The pavilion is surrounded by slopes instead of steps, which is convenient for wheelchairs to go up and down. Instead of sitting on the stool, move the swing chair and sit opposite him, playing with the chess pieces on the table: "Can you play chess?"

"You mean about Go?"

"Ah."

"No." He is very frank, he can play chess, checkers and backgammon, but not Go.

"Oh." Qing Heng didn't ask any more questions, he walked up and down the table holding the chess pieces, Yan Jin thought to himself, are you going to play with him, looked up, and saw him laying out words on the table.

First put the word "Qing", then break it up and put the word "Yan".

Then he stared at the word "Yan" for a while, raised his hand to pull the collar, and stroked the mark on his shoulder.

Yanjin moved his eyes away, feeling endlessly thirsty.

The next day he planted the dark purple silk and satin. There was nothing urgently needed now. He stood in front of the ninth row of land for a while, and decided to develop it to see what would grow in this area.

There are enough bases for ten more. After burning them, the number of joss sticks and wedding candles has doubled this time, which is just right, so there is no need to buy them.

Two days later, the eighth row of eggs grew out, and the eggshell slowly shattered, and a little fluffy rabbit jumped out of it.

Yan Jin thought of what was in his mind when he saw Heng eating cabbage before, and when he saw him pick up the little white rabbit, he just wanted to laugh.

But Qing Heng was a little dull: "It didn't grow into a duckling."

"That duck looks destined to be single."

"How about another animal?"

"it is good."

This day, another small nest was built next to the duck house for the rabbits to live in, so Qing Heng caught earthworms, scattered rice, cut cabbage and caught fish every day, but he always liked to tease these small animals, and there was always a lively scene in the yard every morning .

Suddenly no one on the mountain reported on time every day, Yanjin felt as if he no longer had to clock in at work, and suddenly felt relaxed, but also very free.

Another day later, the ninth row of fruits grew, and the two of them got up early in the morning to watch, stood in front of the attic, stared carefully, and were in a daze for a while.

It was a gleaming... door, double doors of mahogany, a little rotted, with rust on the brass rings.