Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Yu Chi came over to say hello to him, seeing that he was in a daze for a while, she stood by and waited quietly.

When it was noon, seeing the master turned his head, he hurried forward: "Does the master have any orders?"

Ye Rongxue said: "I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"

Yu Chi was taken aback for a moment.

His master is very gifted, and it is said that he was already cultivated when he was born, so he does not need to eat the grains of the world. He has been in charge of taking care of the master's daily life for so many years, and he has never seen him eat.

Not only did he not eat, but he never went out of Luoxuezhu except for giving lectures and going out to slay demons.

He was confused and asked, "Master, what do you want to eat?"

Ye Rongxue thought for a while: "Pickled cabbage."

Yu Chi: "..."

"Have it?"

"There is no one on the mountain, but my disciple can buy it for you down the mountain. Do you want anything else?"

"Boiled cabbage, cabbage and mushroom soup, fried tofu with cabbage, that's all. Wait a minute, there are also... small glutinous rice balls with rice wine. If you want to bring rice wine, don't let me add it."

Yu Chi: "...Okay, disciple obeys!"

He bought these from the foot of the mountain, and when he saw Master eating slowly, he began to cry while eating.

This made him puzzled again, and he had never seen Master cry.

Is it because the one he bought was too unpalatable?

Maybe it was so bad, the other dishes didn't change much, Ye Rongxue just ate the rice wine glutinous rice balls with a small plate of pickled cabbage. It can be eaten hot."

He froze again, then nodded after a while.

"Find a veil to cover it, so that no bugs will fall."

Yu Chi: "There are no bugs on our mountain."

"Oh."

Yu Chi paused for a while: "Now it has been announced to Zong Nei that you are leaving the customs. According to the class schedule, there should be your class in the afternoon."

"I have class this afternoon?"

"The disciples are very excited to hear that you have left the customs. I haven't seen you in recent years, and I want to wait to see you."

"OK then."

Ye Rongxue went out with a flick of her sleeves, going to class.

Yu Chi shouted from behind: "Master, your face is so red, do you want to take a rest before going?"

Ye Rongxue had already descended to Luoxuezhu on the clouds, but before hearing this, he was dizzy, and looked down at Yunyan under his feet: "Why is this cloud shaking?"

The hall of Chuanxue was crowded with disciples. His reputation was great, and many people came to worship him. He was not good at rejecting people. As long as he passed the entry test, almost all of them would be accepted. Anyway, it was just I come out to teach them twice a month, and it doesn't matter on weekdays, it doesn't matter how many disciples there are.

For more than ten years, the soul consciousness has been sealed in the sword. The head teacher and Yu Chi and other direct disciples helped him take care of his affairs. According to his previous habits, as long as the aptitude passed, he would accept all those who wanted to worship him. .

However, all these years of worshiping teachers is the same as Xiaoyue's day, worshiping illusions. Many disciples have not seen the true face of the master. Today, all of them came early and looked forward to it.

Seeing the fairy posture on the clouds from a distance, it is as elegant and dusty as the rumors say, the white robe with wide sleeves flutters in the wind, the silk ribbon behind the high crown flutters with the long hair.

The new disciples were in an uproar, watching Ren Congyun's money fall to the ground.

Then... the figure of the person who landed shook for a while, but he couldn't stand still.

Disciples: "..."

It's okay, it's windy today, Master probably got blown.

Ye Rongxue walked into the hall and looked around on the stage.

They are all people, most of them are strangers, and some seem to be familiar, but he has always been face-blind, and the old disciples don't quite recognize them.

Among the crowd, only Xiaoyue is the most familiar.

Hundreds of disciples stood up and saluted him, and he nodded slightly: "You are mostly new disciples, today I will teach you how to get started, everyone turn the book to No. 30 Eight Cups."

disciple:"……"

It's okay, Master must be thirsty and wanted to drink water, someone ran out and poured him a glass of water immediately.

He continued indifferently: "The so-called cultivating immortals and discussing the Tao... By the way, let me ask, how many of you here are in the world of mortals who are in love with each other?"

The disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, secretly speculating: "Master has always been pure-hearted and ascetic, isn't it true that we are not allowed to have an ordinary heart?"

"Then what should I do, I have a family, can I still learn this?"

"..."

Whispering, the people on the stage slapped the book hard: "This deity has been in retreat for these days, and three disciples have been expelled from the sect one after another. I have never interfered in the affairs of the world, but since I worship my sect, my character and virtue are all considered. Lie, if you walk in the world, if your virtues are damaged, this deity will never forgive you lightly in the future, do you understand clearly?"

Everyone responded again and again, and they were all relieved. They just wanted to behave well, and they thought they had to cut off love.

Ye Rongxue flipped through the booklet again: "Then today... Let's take a look at the eighth page of No. 30 first, and bring up any questions that you don't understand. I'll see if you want to add more food depending on the situation."

disciple:"……"

Is Master hungry?

An old disciple said: "But he has always been a bigu."

"So, his face is so red, is it hot?"

"I don't know, isn't it hot today?"

Amidst the doubts, no one dared to ask more questions. After the half-afternoon class, some disciples carefully asked a few questions. Just as they stood up to ask, the disciples around them disgusted: "This is too simple, you must have done it beforehand." Take a good look, isn't this a waste of Master's time, be careful that he gets angry, look at how strict he was just now."

This disciple was embarrassed, but he couldn't take it back even though he had finished all the questions, so he had to watch the people on the stage trembling with fear.

Ye Rongxue cast her lingering eyes, but she smiled: "Okay, let me explain." Then she said, "If you don't understand, just ask."

The disciple sweated a lot, and became more courageous: "Then, can Master ask you in private?"

"can."

The new disciples were a little surprised again, who said that Ye Xianzun was indifferent and unreasonable, he was obviously very talkative.

Several old disciples said: "Master is very talkative, his ears are very soft, and his temper is good, but... today he frequently said wrong words, and he walked a little crookedly, which is not the same as his usual fairy appearance. Too much the same."

Several personal disciples said: "Master is very kind in private. He used to grow flowers and grass every day in Luoxuezhu, write and draw, just like ordinary people."

After the class, he answered some private questions from his disciples. After leaving the main hall, it was almost dark. When he returned to Luoxuezhu, Yu Chi reheated the lunch dishes with a wink. Seeing that he likes pickled cabbage and glutinous rice balls with rice wine the most , I went down the mountain and bought another copy.

After Ye Rongxue finished eating, her face flushed again, she still shed a few tears while looking at the food.

Yu Chi really couldn't understand it, so he asked cautiously, "Master, is it delicious?"

"No, it's delicious."

"That……"

However, the master stood up abruptly, swayed a few times, then went out, walked back a few steps, straightened his clothes in front of the bronze mirror, and went out again.

Yu Chi chased him out: "Master, where are you going?"

"I'll go out for a walk, don't worry about it."

"Then when will you be back?"

The person on the cloud looked back, was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "I won't come back tonight."

In spring, the mountain breeze is warm, and Chimu Mountain at night has a faint fragrance of flowers, and the singing of birds in the forest is accompanied by clear springs, making it more lively than before.

Yanjin just finished washing, nothing happened today, bathed the cats and rabbits, and washed the sheep, yesterday just took out the chickens and ducks for washing, the chickens and ducklings were very frightened when they put them in the basin.

The courtyard was tidy, and he couldn't find anything to clean, so he washed the parrot twice.

Wipe the sword again, put it on the bed on the second floor after wiping, touch the sword head, and blow out the bedside lamp.

Then he opened the door, wanting to take a look at the scenery in the yard.

As soon as it was opened, there was a person standing in front of the door.

The immortal venerable in white, who heard the voice tremblingly, turned his head back and looked straight at him.

Yanjin took a glance, walked over to him, and wiped the teacup on the desk.

Ye Rongxue followed silently: "I will pay you my eyes and legs."

Yanjin kept moving: "I have no shortage." He went to the pavilion to wipe the chess pieces.

The visitor continued to follow: "Then I'll return your scale armor to you, that Floating Flower of the World...he has merged with my heart, and I will pay you back my heart."

"I don't want it." Yanjin arranged the chess pieces one by one.

Ye Rongxue grabbed his arm: "Then I will compensate you myself."

As soon as Yanjin stopped moving, his eyes swept across his arms and slowly fell on his face.

Ye Rongxue widened her eyes and said, "My blood, my flesh, can you gouge it out inch by inch?"

Yan Jin withdrew his gaze, gave a soft snort speechlessly, raised his arms and walked around to the other side of the stone table.

Ye Rongxue put her hands on the table and looked at him opposite: "Then what do you want?"

Yanjin raised his eyes, and looked at him quietly for a while: "I don't want anything, you can go." After finishing the chess pieces, he clapped his hands and went back to the room.

The people behind followed to the door, but they didn't dare to enter the house, stood outside the door and looked in, Yan Jin turned his head to close the door, paused slightly, hesitated for a moment, and closed it anyway.

Before closing the door, he said to the man: "I don't know if I get drunk when I drink alcohol? What kind of wine are you drinking? Go back quickly."

As soon as the door was closed, the mountain wind was blocked out, and the lights in the house were like beans. He touched his arm, the arm that was grabbed just now.

Knowing that this is a real person, when he was grabbed by the arm just now, he was still shocked, because before that, these touches were so rare that he still had lingering fear.

He lay on the bed and slept, and he still didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night. After turning over a few times, he got up with his clothes on, and went to open the door again.

Seeing the fairy in white curled up by the door, with his hands folded on his shoulders, his eyes closed tightly, he just fell asleep like this.

A gust of wind blew by, his hair fluttered, he flinched, and hugged himself tighter.

Yanjin sighed and patted him.

The people on the ground didn't wake up, they just frowned and waved their hands, muttering: "I won't go."

He shook his head helplessly, leaned over to pick him up, entered the room and went up the stairs step by step, put him on the bed, stared blankly at the sword beside him for a while, and then drew the sword away.

The drunken man rubbed against the quilt, his eyebrows slowly stretched, he sat up unsteadily, took off his outer shirt, hung it on the railing skillfully, then lay down again, and fell asleep peacefully.

"I really don't think of myself as an outsider." Yan Jin looked at the clothes on the railing, was silent for a while, and went downstairs with the sword in his hand. As soon as he got downstairs, the clothes slipped off without any accident. He grabbed them and put them on At the bedside, staring at the sword in his hand for a while, he put it under the pillow.

The author has something to say: Drunken driving is very dangerous, please do not imitate the plot, there are thousands of roads, and safety comes first.