Something's wrong with my sword spirit

The voice said, "No."

He was startled, then got up again, Qing Heng quickly said: "I'm really fine."

"But you just said..."

Qing Henghu hugged him tightly: "Don't let me go, I won't leave."

His body trembled slightly, and his complexion turned slightly pale. Yan Jin had no other thoughts, and gently stroked his back: "What's wrong with you, who wants you to leave?"

"Calling Soul Banner." Qing Heng looked around, "It's so noisy."

"It's very quiet here." Yanjin patted him, "Look."

Qing Heng hugged his neck tightly, feeling as if his soul consciousness was withdrawn, his hands gradually weakened, and he whispered in Yan Jin's ear, which suddenly turned into a sword.

Yan Jin looked at the sword falling in his arms, and then at the cabin, but was stunned.

He is holding the sword, but there is still a clear and horizontal look in front of him, which is the appearance of a human being.

Standing in front of Qing Heng, this cabin is not high enough for a person to stand upright, but his body passes through the wooden plank... It is translucent like a cloud of light and shadow.

Normally, he turns into a sword, turns into a human, the sword is him, he is the sword, but at this time, his human form is separated from the sword body.

"This..." Yan Jin wanted to catch the translucent figure, and his arm passed through, "Qing Heng, what's wrong with you?"

Can the sword spirit leave the body?

Qing Heng was also shocked: "I can't, why am I separated from the sword body?"

He looked at the sword: "No, I have to go back."

As he spoke, he slammed into the sword, the figure disappeared, the blade flickered slightly, and a human figure leaned against Yan Jin's arms, his body was warm, not translucent, and he returned to normal.

The transformed Qing Heng's face was still slightly pale: "I just felt that there was a force pulling me out."

"What kind of strength, who is quarreling with you?"

"I don't know, that force wanted me to leave the sword." Qing Heng hugged him tightly again, "I didn't want to leave, so I came back."

"Could it be..." Yan Jin held his face, "Are you actually not a sword spirit?"

"I am, of course I am." Qing Heng grabbed his hand, "I remember my time in Cangjian Pavilion, where it was dark all the year round, and no one talked to me."

"Then who told you about the many things you know about Chen Mingzong?"

"I don't need anyone to tell me that I have a ghost in Chen Mingzong. Most of these things are brought in my memory."

"is it?"

"For sure, I must be a sword spirit, I think, because I can now control the body of the transformed sword, it means that my spiritual power has improved. Since the fairy gate is looking for me, they may be able to sense my spiritual power. It was calling me to go back, and when I pulled it, my human form was separated from the main body, but I will not leave anyway.”

"Okay, I know you must be the sword spirit." This explanation is reasonable, Yan Jin was amused by his serious expression, the two chatted for a while, Qing Heng gradually calmed down, and asked with a blushing face, "Would you like to continue?" ?"

Being interrupted suddenly just now, Yan Jin had put away his intentions, now seeing his blushing face, he slowly thought again, and then pushed him down again.

However, Kiyoyoko was separated from the main body again.

Flame Ember: "..."

Qing Heng hugged the sword with his transparent body, drilled in, and then returned to its original state: "It's okay, let's continue."

OK, go ahead.

The sword spirit separated again.

Qing Heng still held the sword and refused to leave, so he quickly recovered: "What's the matter, don't you continue?"

"Eh..." Yan Jin laughed awkwardly, "Why don't we just do this today, or if we do this, I might..."

Might be really bad.

"Then... let's try again tomorrow. If Chen Mingzong can't call me back, he should give up. I'm not that important to them."

"it is good."

"Then...now..."

"Let's count the stars." Yan Jin pulled the people around him to lie down, one, two, three... counted [-] stars, but still did not fall asleep.

Qing Heng turned sideways to talk to him, his breath kept puffing on his neck.

He decided to try again.

Then the blade separated again.

I can't try it anymore, I'm afraid I won't be able to try it again, after calming down, he analyzed it: "Qing Heng, do you think this is the case, when you used to be in a restless mood, you couldn't change into a sword body, but later you can control it yourself , and now, when you are in the same uneasy mood, will you be separated from the sword again?"

"You say it like that."

"You seem to be step by step... getting rid of the influence of the sword on you."

"But, the sword body is my body, how can I get rid of it?"

"I do not know either."

Qing Heng paused for a while: "Then if... I keep a calm mood, can I continue?"

"Uh... that would make me doubt myself."

"why?"

"……Go to sleep."

After counting the stars for a while, Yanjin finally fell asleep. He had a lot of dreams that night, scattered and scattered. When he woke up, he saw that the person in his arms was open, probably because the bedding was too thick, and his face was very red.

He lifted the quilt: "Is it very hot?"

Qing Heng lowered his eyes slightly: "It's not hot, but I didn't sleep well."

"what happened?"

"You...you talk in your sleep."

"Did I speak loudly?" He put on his clothes, "I don't seem to have a problem with talking in my sleep, I must have had too many dreams last night..." Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

So the dream I had last night, did you say it?

He tidied his clothes uncomfortably: "What I say in my sleep is just casual, no matter what I say, don't take it seriously." After tidying up, he quickly lifted the curtain and went out, "If you haven't slept well, sleep for a while Son, it's all right."

Qing Heng nodded with a blushing face, and lay down again wrapped in the quilt.

Yanjin breathed a sigh of relief: "I probably didn't say anything."

No, I didn't have any messy dreams at all, okay, I'm a gentleman!

He went to see what was growing in the seventh row of fields, but before he arrived, he heard the parrot flapping its wings and shouting: "Open..."

"What?" He knocked on the birdcage, "Are you talking nonsense again?"

After knocking and walking away, he stopped in panic after a few steps.

Whose words did you learn this from?

His face turned white for a while and turned red for a while, so he quickly shifted his attention and dug the dirt away.

It was cold at the beginning, and it was buried quite deep. He dug a few more times before digging out the object. It was a white, long piece of jade.

The face that had just turned red turned pale again, he pressed it back hard without hesitation, and stepped on it a few more times, feeling uneasy after thinking about it, he swung his sleeves and moved a big stone and pressed it on it.

After a long time, his mood calmed down. He pointed to this land and gave a stern lesson: "Next time I grow pens, inks, papers, inkstones, poems and songs, and if you dare to grow strange things, I will seal all this row."

"What strange thing has grown?" Qing Heng has already got up, and just got out of the cabin, "Show me."

He pressed the stone again: "Look, isn't it strange that a stone grows?"

"That's a bit strange." Qing Heng went to wash up, "There are stones all over the place, how can stones grow, let's plant it again, and see what grows next time."

"This row will not be planted for now, please let me calm down, okay?"

Qing Heng nodded: "This row is all related to me. Before planting next time, let me make a wish. Maybe I can grow what I want."

"Okay, okay." Yan Jin couldn't wish more, "However, what do you want, let's go buy it directly?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, I'll talk about it when I plant it next time."

Feed the animals in the morning, clean the yard, take a walk in the mountains, and it was afternoon in a blink of an eye. Qing Heng was very new to the boat, moved the swing chair to the bow, and sat on it shaking to bask in the sun.

The warm sun in winter makes people want to doze off.

Kittens and rabbits play together, and the koi in the water pool are swimming happily.

Yanjin made some pastries and served them to him, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth to wait for the feed, then threw the fallen debris into the pool to feed the fish, looked at the fish for a while, then turned to look at the people around him: "Let's try again. "

Yanjin looked up, the sun was very big, and the universe was bright.

That must be tried.

The cabin draws down the curtains.

The sword body soon separated again.

Qing Heng gritted his teeth and said, "I'm trying to calm down."

After trying for a while, it ended in failure: "I can't calm down, it must be too stuffy in the boat, go to the house."

Inside the house, the blade separated again.

"Is your bed not soft enough, go to the second floor."

On the second floor, continue to separate.

There was nowhere else to lie down.

Yanjin stroked his hair, and pulled him up with a smile: "Is it really Chen Mingzong calling you?"

"It should be. You should know that cultivators are most likely to go mad when their minds are not calm. This is because at this time they are very easily influenced by external spiritual power. Therefore, at this time... I am naturally at the time when my mind is the most restless." , will be drawn by the spiritual power of the fairy gate."

"It seems that I have to go to the fairy gate and let them stop calling you."

"Then what if they don't let me go?"

"They haven't looked for you for so many years. Now that I have repaired you, I want you again. It's not such a good thing."

"Then... are you capable of fighting them?"

Now Yan Jin has regained more than half of his divine power. According to the setting in the book, he can subdue all kinds of demons with a flick of his finger, but Ye Rongxue and Yue Xiaohan are difficult to deal with.

Although these two have the aura of protagonists, they really have skills.

Of course, Xiaoyue can't do it now.

He grabbed Qing Heng: "Is there anyone more powerful than Ye Rongxue in Xianmen?"

"No, I'm sure."

"Then what is Ye Rongxue better at?"

"Set up the formation." Qing Heng said, "He can set up a very powerful formation in one breath, with a single hair. Let you spend some effort, I think..."

Qing Heng grabbed his hand: "Wait until the divine power is fully recovered before going, you should be no match for him now, I'm telling the truth, at least I can still see you and touch you now, in case Xianmen knows my whereabouts , took me away, I won’t even be able to see you, you wait for me, wait for me to improve some spiritual power, then I will fight for you.”

This is indeed the truth, it's not that he is afraid, but he has to understand Ye Rongxue's formation first, so as not to waste energy in the formation, and Qingheng might be taken away.

Just about to nod, Qing Heng tightened his hand again: "If you're in a hurry, I can..." He leaned closer.

Listening to what he said in his ear, Yanjin couldn't laugh or cry: "Where did you learn all this nonsense?"

Qing Heng blushed: "Father Yue said."

It's him again, it's him again!

He has no serious business in his mind, so he has the nerve to be called Yue Lao.

He grabbed Qing Heng's hand: "I'm not in a hurry."

Inside the Dust Ming Sect.

The new disciples pay homage to the teacher.

The author has something to say: alarm, alarm, another wave of brain-dead cannon fodder is coming...

Brainless cannon fodder: "We're really just cannon fodder. We're here to give away people's heads. We've only played half a chapter. We'll end up with no survivors. Don't scold, don't scold..."

In addition, I was a little flustered, is Qing Heng's real identity really not obvious?