Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Yanjin walked over and pushed it carefully.

The door opened, and there was only whiteness inside, and nothing could be seen clearly. He grabbed the copper ring and stretched his head in to look, but it was still a white mist.

He thought about it, and although it was hard to guess what grew in this field, there were actually traces to follow.

From the very beginning of food, giving him the most basic guarantee of life, flowers are very popular here, giving him the initial source of funds.

Later, cloth and building materials are used for clothing and living.

After these worries, the seventh row is full of things that grow for Qingheng, which is the need for love.

Then the eighth row is animals, which is companionship.

In this way, the door in the ninth row is about "far away".

This may be a "any door", but the random door of Doraemon is full of sci-fi feeling, but this door is eerie. Even if it is, he is afraid that he will directly walk into a horrible world.

Qing Heng asked: "Do you know what this is?"

"Arbitrarily... no, it should be like your teleportation point or something."

"Teleportation point?" Qing Heng frowned, "I've never heard of it."

"There is no teleportation point?" Yan Jin was slightly stunned, and thought again, oh, that should only be in the game, there is no real cultivation world, "Then where does the fairy gate usually go quickly, and how do you usually get there?"

"Those like me who can fly by themselves can go short distances, and some can change shape, or ride the wind and clouds, but they can't do long distances, and their spiritual power can't support them. Flying boats are very troublesome, they all have a fixed route, survey in advance, determine the altitude, and use spiritual power to detect whether there are other flying boats flying on the same route at the same height, so as not to collide."

"So, Yujian is more convenient?"

"Yes, you can fly if you say that you can fly, but if there is an enchantment in the place where you pass, it is easy to fall. If you want to pass through, you have to come down to find the person who clothed the enchantment, and take out the handbook that the fairy gate told you to go out to do errands. problem to go."

"In that case, the wooden door is more convenient." He collected himself and took a few steps forward, "But I have to go and have a look first, and I can't take you there directly."

Qing Heng was about to speak, but he stopped him in advance: "You wait for me here, I'm just giving it a try, no matter where I go, I won't stay long, and I'll be back soon."

Qing Heng had no choice but to be obedient, watching him turn into the door, the light and shadow flickered, and the mahogany door closed.

Yanjin hesitated before entering the door. He is not familiar with this place. He has never been to other places except Qi'an Town. If this door is for him to travel, he doesn't know where to go. So far, he is more curious. That is...

He closed his eyes, and the wind passed by his ears. When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly saw clouds and glowing clouds, cranes dancing and phoenixes singing, and a fairy mountain leaped in front of him.

He wasn't outside the fairy mountain gate, and he didn't see the mountain gate, but he could basically conclude that this was Chen Mingzong.

At this time, the location is surrounded by hard stone walls, and there is a transparent glazed frame, which is empty.

He turned the wheelchair and walked around, looking back at the plaque hanging outside the stone house: Cangjian Pavilion, with a small word "nei" attached to it.

In the hidden sword pavilion inside, there is only one missing sword.

This is where Qing Heng used to stay.

Outside is a large sword storage room, all kinds of swords are placed in boxes, and some are directly hung on the wall.

The room is dark, his Qing Heng is not here, and there is nothing to see, just want to open the door to go out, but when he hears footsteps, someone is coming.

The disciple who pushed the door was startled, and immediately raised his wooden sword forward: "Who broke into the hidden sword pavilion?"

Then, the four eyes met, and each other was taken aback for a moment.

The disciple took a few steps forward: "Master, this is..."

Yan Jin sat upright: "Xiao Yue, what a coincidence."

"Yes, yes, you..."

"Oh, I'll just take a look, don't tell me, I'm leaving." He turned around, thought about the wooden door carefully, and meditated on the next place, but when he heard the wind whistling again, he left the Hidden Sword Pavilion out of thin air.

It's just that he also realized a problem. It turned out that he really went to another place from the wooden door. It wasn't a soul or spiritual consciousness, but the real him, and others could see it.

At first, he thought that even if he went elsewhere, it would be an illusion. From this point of view, since he really came to the fairy gate and came uninvited, he had to be careful not to be discovered by others.

When he opened his eyes again, it was a house with elegant pavilions and waterside pavilions. He just landed in front of the house, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a nearby mountain with thick snow on it.

There was the sound of copper bells jingling in his ears, and he looked back, but there were no bells under the eaves.

Hearing footsteps in the house, he quickly returned silently and left here.

When he came out, the door also disappeared. It was also a one-time thing. If they wanted to go far, they would have to wait until the next time to grow it.

After only half an hour had passed, Qing Heng had been guarding the door, watching him come back and quickly got up.

He said: "I went to Chen Mingzong."

"Have you gone to find Xiaoyue?"

"I didn't make a special trip to find him, but I just happened to run into him. He will have his apprentice ceremony in two days, and today he will go to the Jiange to receive his sword." Yan Jin said, "I went to see where you used to live."

"There is nothing to see on the four walls of stone."

"Yeah, and then I went to the snow-covered mountain you mentioned all the year round. There are people living there, who is it?"

"Ye Xianzun."

"It's him?"

Yan Jin regretted running too fast just now, and didn't look at the appearance of the people in the room.

However, there is no danger behind this wooden door, and he will not travel to the terrifying world. He is relieved, and decides to plant it again and take Qing Heng out to play.

I need to prepare some things when I go out, and I will go shopping in the afternoon, but I can't buy storage bags here.

The next day I didn’t turn over the leaves, and I planted a Chinese cabbage for Qingheng and the little white rabbit to eat. The new little animal came out of the egg again. The mouth is red.

Qing Heng has given up the idea of ​​growing ducks, the parrot does not need to help it build a nest, get a bird cage, and put some food.

Another day later, when the wooden door grew again, Yan Jin pulled Qing Heng to the door: "Where do you want to go?"

"I don't know where."

"Then you say, do you like to see snow, sea, mountains, or other things, such as desert yellow sand, westerly wind outside the Great Wall, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River?"

"Jiangnan."

The answer was as expected, he led Qing Heng into the door.

Light and shadow flashed, and the townhouses with blue bricks and white tiles were reflected on the riverside. It was still the first month, and there was no snow here, only drizzle.

In the distance, the bells of the thousand-year-old ancient temple are ringing for a long time. I saw the pedestrians on the street stop and go. There are dancers dancing on the boat, which is very beautiful."

So they found a restaurant by the river for dinner. After eating, it was getting dark. When they walked to the river, a double-decker painting boat full of lanterns was slowly rowing. Singing, there are women dancing to the sound of the music, and cheers sound from the shore from time to time.

The two huddled in the crowd to watch, and some onlookers moved away after watching for a while, but Qing Heng was very interested in this painting boat, and stood on the shore all the time, sometimes applauding with everyone.

The dancer also noticed him, and after a dance, she threw a flower in her mouth into his arms.

There was a burst of booing from the surroundings: "The young master has won the lottery and became the guest of the dancer. What are you waiting for, go quickly."

Qing Heng blushed and grabbed the handle of the wheelchair: "Let's go."

Yanjin said: "Do you like painting boats?"

"Well, that painting boat is covered with colorful silk lanterns, floating on the water like flowers, very beautiful."

"Okay, let's rent one."

Qing Heng took a fancy to a small painting boat, which can accommodate two or three people, there is no double deck, only one floor, but it is also exquisitely decorated, there are many colorful silk lanterns, both sides are pointed bow and stern, and the middle cabin is set aside There is a small table with tea and snacks on it, but the cabin is relatively low, and there are no stools, so you can only sit on the ground.

The two got on the boat, and the small boat sailed to the surface of the water, the laughter on the shore could not be heard clearly, only one looked down and saw the sparkling water.

"It's windy, don't stand on the bow." Yan Jin poured tea and looked down, "Wait for me."

Before Qing Heng had time to ask him what he was doing, he had disappeared, but before he started to be shocked, he saw that he had returned, holding a teacup in his hand, "This teacup is not pretty, I brought your set .”

"So, that door can be shuttled like this?" Qing Heng saw that he was going back and forth very quickly, "Can I also go back and get something?"

"It's ok, as long as you keep thinking about the wooden door and the place you want to go, you can get there."

Qing Heng did as he did, and disappeared after a while, but he came back after going for a long time, carrying a big bag on his back, and took it out one by one.

The picture frame on the wall, the pen and ink on the table, the red plums in front of the window, the small stove in the kitchen, the jar of pickled cabbage in the cupboard, and... the parrot.

Flame Ember: "..."

He watched Qing Heng hang the picture frame on the cabin, put the pen and ink on the table, put the red plum on the bow, hang the parrot outside the cabin, the stove and the jar couldn't fit in the cabin, so they had to put it on the bow.

After putting it away, he wanted to go back again, Yanjin quickly stopped him: "If you add more things, the boat may sink."

"Okay." Qing Heng sat down slowly, "I wanted to bring the cat and the rabbit over."

"..." Yan Jin handed him a cup of tea, "It's not suitable to bring them here, so don't take them."

"Then where is the best place to take them with us when we go out next time?"

"The zoo." Yan Jin squeezed a piece of pastry in a slow manner, and after tasting it, it felt very good, and then pinched another piece and handed it to Qing Heng.

Qing Heng bit directly as usual, and his warm lips touched his hand.

After eating one piece, he took another piece and fed it forward: "Do you think that dancer just now is beautiful?"

"Beautiful." Qing Heng nodded.

His hand paused and retracted sullenly.

Qing Heng didn't understand: "Everything that is beautiful should be appreciated sincerely. She is really beautiful, but no matter how beautiful she is, I will not be her guest of honor."

Yan Jin was stunned: "Do you know what those people mean by booing?"

"I understand." Qing Heng walked over to him from the table, bit off the last bite of pastry in his hand, turned around and sat on the cushion, leaning his back on his arm, "When will this boat be returned?"

"You can do it at any time, until tomorrow morning at the latest, and you don't have to worry about where you're going. The merchant said that as long as they're on this river, they can find it." Yan Jin looked up, and it was very late at night, and the crowd outside had almost dispersed. , the big painting boat has also moored to the shore.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, except for the swaying water.

He swept the hair of the person beside him: "It's very late, do you want to sleep, shall we go back?"

"If you don't go back, you won't go back. The boat will be returned tomorrow morning, so don't waste it."

"But... there's nothing to see." A few pedestrians on the shore and a few lights are not enough to illuminate the water surface at night, and it is a dark night when looking outside.

"Then I can still see you." Qing Heng laughed.

"I can see it everywhere, maybe you will get annoyed after watching too much."

"It must be different in different places. You in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River must be different from you in the breeze in the mountains." Qing Heng turned around, slowly raised his hand, and gently stroked his face.