Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Qing Heng took a deep breath and thought, the fact that he is Ye Rongxue is rumored by others, but it has not been confirmed yet. Also, even if it is true, it is not necessarily that he came to seal it back then, it is the master himself Guess.

"I... want to take some time to visit Chen Mingzong." He said to the human being in front of him, he had to figure out these things.

"What's the matter, isn't the fairy gate calling you, are you going to throw yourself into the trap?"

"I don't want them to find out, I just go and have a look." Qing Heng thought again, yes, wouldn't it be self-inflicted to find the door? Chen Mingzong is a fairy door after all, not a vegetable market, and it's not like he can hide it casually of.

He said again: "I was thinking, what you said just now is just a guess, not necessarily true, in case Ye Xianzun didn't come to seal you, then you have made a mistake, I think I have to find out , but... I really shouldn't go by myself, I'll let Xiaoyue find someone to ask someone on the sidelines."

But Xiaoyue is not so free to go down the mountain now: "How about I ask Xiaoyou to bring him a message."

Yanjin was silent for a while, and said lightly: "You don't need to look for Xiaoyou, Xiaoyue will always find a chance to come down to see his father, this is not urgent, I will ask when the time comes."

But Qingheng was in a hurry, and he didn't want to wait until the time came, so he often went down the mountain to guard Xiaoyue.

Xiaoyue was even more anxious than him, and finally came out in three or four days. He couldn't wait to rush to Chimu Mountain, but was stopped by Qing Heng on the way.

When Xiaoyue saw him from afar, he hesitated in his footsteps, and approached anxiously: "Master... Sword Immortal, why are you here?"

Qing Heng said: "I want you to help me prove some things, you come out and tell me next time."

"You say."

"The first one, help me find a portrait of Ye Xianzun, not the one sold in the town, I want the real one, the second one, you help me find out the current situation of Ye Xianzun, and ask if he is inside the door, The third thing, help me find out the detailed records of his suppression of floods in the world."

Xiaoyue was not at ease: "Well... maybe I can tell you this time without waiting for the next time."

He has been on the mountain for the past few days, secretly going to Luoxue Building.

There is an enchantment inside Luoxue Building, he can't get in, but hiding behind the water pavilion outside, he heard some conversations between the head teacher and other immortals.

That day he heard the teacher sigh and say: "The body in the ice coffin has also disintegrated, only a little soul consciousness is left."

Someone else replied: "Let's try again. Although the body is scattered, the remaining soul consciousness has been beating frequently these past few days. This shows that his mood has huge ups and downs. It is easiest to summon at this time. We must keep an eye on it all the time." Now, seize this opportunity of ups and downs, as long as the soul consciousness returns, the body will naturally gather again."

Here, practitioners focus on the inner soul, as long as the soul is intact, if the body is damaged, or even disappears, it can be reunited as before.

There is also humanity: "You don't have to worry too much, the head teacher. It has been 17 years. He has been sleeping for a long time. In the past few months, there has been a sudden change. His soul consciousness is slowly becoming more energetic. This is a good sign. Heal slowly."

"Hey, I knew that the fierce beast was so capable, I shouldn't have let him go in the first place."

"Looking all over the Chenming sect, only Junior Brother Ye is the most capable, and only he can use the Qing Hengjian. Who would have thought that Junior Brother Ye would sacrifice himself to seal the red dragon."

"Hey……"

"Oh, by the way, the fairy gate next door sent a prescription in the past few days. I have sent my trusted disciples down the mountain to search for it secretly, but it is rare to come by, so I'm afraid I have to wait."

"Okay." The head teacher continued to sigh, and someone in the room shouted, "The soul is dancing again."

He quickly ran in: "Quick pull, quick pull, turn the summoning banner faster."

Suddenly the bell rang in the house, and Xiaoyue left in panic.

He didn't need to confirm anymore, but he still went to Zangshuge to look for the portraits of Ye Xianzun, one by one, with clear eyebrows and indifferent expressions, all of them looked like sword immortals.

His master, Ye Rongxue, once carried the Qing Hengjian to seal the fierce beast Chilong, that was his master ancestor.

He even sacrificed himself, and then his body was severely injured, his soul consciousness dispersed, and the fairy gate kept a strand of his soul consciousness, which was gathered into the body and kept in the ice coffin.

The rest of the soul consciousness, it seems, got into that Qingheng sword.

The person trapped in the sword is a real person, but he doesn't remember who he is, he only thinks that he is a spirit in the sword body. He sleeps with Chilong in Chimu Mountain, and wakes up one day.

He merged with the sword, the sword body was carefully maintained and repaired, and the heavy wounds in the soul consciousness gradually healed, so he took back his body, but there was still a strand of soul consciousness that could not be taken back, but this strand of soul consciousness left in Chen Mingzong, there was The memory of his original identity.

That was the memory of Master Xianmen, but Qingheng here, he just wanted to stay in Chimu Mountain.

But Yan Jin was right, he seemed to be slowly getting rid of the influence of the sword on himself.

From being unable to transform into a human form, to a human form, from being unable to control the transformation, to being controllable, and then, to being separated from the sword because of being summoned by the fairy gate.

Soul consciousness gradually recovered, and he no longer had to attach Qing Hengjian.

Maybe one day, when it merges with that strand of soul consciousness, the Qingheng sword will no longer have a spirit, and it will be just an ordinary sword from now on, or it will be stored in the Xianmen Jiange, or maybe it will stay in Chimu Mountain for a long time, no matter where it is. Nowhere, he can no longer fly.

Xiaoyue told them all, and then knelt down in flick of his clothes: "Disciple pays homage to Master!"

Qing Heng took a step back, his face pale as paper, and he was at a loss for what to do.

Xiaoyue raised his head and looked back: "Master, my master is here..."

The name suddenly seemed awkward.

He got up and whispered: "I won't tell him, okay, you can tell him later?"

"Okay." Qing Heng nodded quickly, "Don't tell him."

Xiaoyue knew in his heart that he didn't let the word out in Xianmen.

Yanjin slowly approached and looked at the two of them: "Qingheng hasn't been back for so long, let me come and see, Xiaoyue, you have gone down the mountain, just in time, help us find out something."

Xiaoyue: "..."

Qing Heng said: "He has inquired about it, and your guess...is true."

Yanjin raised her eyebrows: "I'll just say it."

"Then... let's go back."

Xiaoyue helped him push the wheelchair, and he chatted: "Can you see your beautiful master?"

Xiaoyue tripped on the flat ground, and the wheelchair shook.

"Didn't you say that you want to practice hard with him, how is the progress?"

Xiaoyue tripped again, and the wheelchair wobbled again.

Yanjin almost fell out, and kindly reminded him that he didn't need to push.

So Qing Heng came over to push, and Xiao Yue walked beside him.

Yanjin continued: "But I want to tell you in advance that I am incompatible with your master."

Qing Heng was also tripped.

Yanjin grabbed the armrest tightly: "So I hope he won't appear in front of me."

The person behind was tripped again.

Fortunately, Yanjin held on tightly, otherwise he really fell out this time, he looked at the two suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"

Xiaoyue took a look at Qingheng, and said firmly: "I still want to cultivate the way of ruthlessness."

Yanzhu: "??"

Why did you change again?

Although it doesn't matter anymore, but it's strange for you to change back and forth. He decided to ask: "Could it be that... your master is really blue-faced and fangs?"

He thought this was the world of novels before, but now he knows it is not. Even though the novel is based on Ye Rongxue, it is bound to be exaggerated and beautified. The real Ye Xianzun may not necessarily look like it.

Hearing this, Xiaoyue was about to turn his hands into cattail fans: "No, no, my master is very good-looking, very good-looking, what... the peach blossom face is flowing with snow and wind, anyway, it looks good, it looks good." Layers of sweat oozed from his forehead, "But I'm sure I want to cultivate the path of ruthlessness, and I will never change again."

"why?"

"I'm afraid of being beaten." Xiaoyue was telling the truth.

"Who will hit you?"

Xiaoyue secretly glanced at him and wiped the sweat from his brow: "That Shi... Shizu..." He still felt that this title was awkward, but for a while he didn't know what else to call him, "I've seen you two, go over here Look at my dad, let's go first."

He ran away before he was sent up the mountain. After entering the fairy gate and cultivating, his mentality was different. He ran three steps in parallel, and disappeared after a while.

After he left, Yanjin pulled Qingheng over: "What's wrong with you?"

Qing Heng hesitated for a while, then shook his head and said it was all right.

Yan Jin had no choice but to stop asking. When Qing Heng said he was fine before, he could roughly guess the reason, but this time he couldn't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time.

The farce of Shangyuan Festival did not spread that day. The official son surnamed Wang who caught Qingheng was a concubine who was not favored by the family. Everyone knew that he tried to offend the immortal and was punished to death, and Luo Qi was expelled from the school, and he had parted ways with his brother Luo.

Back on the mountain, he saw that the black satin hadn’t been plucked yet. He had promised Qing Heng to continue planting tools. Qing Heng said that he hoped that he could make a wish. He planted the silk and asked Qing Heng: "What do you hope to grow?" ?”

Qing Heng didn't think about it for a while, and said absently: "Anyway, it will grow out in the day after tomorrow, I'll think about it again."

After he returned to the mountain, he turned into the body of the sword and remained unchanged. Yan Jin was very puzzled: "Did I make you angry?"

"No, I'm afraid that if I don't become a sword again, I won't have a chance in the future."

"Hmm... okay." He hadn't cleaned his sword for a long time. He held the sword body and wiped it clean. He regained his human form after nightfall. He took off his coat, walked slowly to his bed, lifted the quilt and lay down. He went in, put his arms around his neck and said, "Do you want to try again?"

Yanjin wanted to try it, but he was a little bit afraid, if it was the same as that day again, he might not be able to try it again after trying it a few more times.

Qing Heng wanted to rub against him, and kissed him thinly.

He took a deep breath, how could he refuse.

However, Qing Heng separated from the sword body again.

Qing Heng did not give up, and continued to kiss him after returning to normal.

And when he started to move, the blade separated.

He could only get up: "I can't, I will have problems if I do this again."

Qing Heng's eyes were sad: "Will something go wrong?"

"Yes Yes."

I can't sleep tonight.

At dawn, I tried a few more times, with the same ending.

Two days later, something grew out of that tool row, Yanjin dug it out, a small box, opened it, it was a elixir.

The author has something to say: Chen Mingzong has something to say: "Do you think we slept this night? Do you know how tired we are when we see the soul consciousness move and pull it back!"

Yanjin: "I thank you, the whole sect!"