Something's wrong with my sword spirit

The fragrant grassland in the mountains is full of flowers, surrounded by bees and butterflies.

Yan Jin caught a glimpse of the shrinking white figure, hiding behind a stone, with his outer shirt off and wrapping it around his head, the whole person crouched on the ground trembling slightly holding his head.

He frowned, and hurriedly dispersed the flying butterflies and bees, and cast a barrier around the grassland for several miles, so that these creatures would never approach again.

Then he lightly kowtowed the man in white on the head: "They're all gone, get up."

The person who was touched shook again, but wrapped his clothes even tighter.

Yan Jin leaned over and squatted beside him, uncovered the clothes a little, and said softly: "It's really gone, take a look."

Ye Rongxue showed two eyes, looked up, down, left, and right, tremblingly looked at it for a long time, then put down her clothes, panted heavily, saw the person in front of her, and hugged her.

Yanjin let him hold her, and after waiting for a while, Fang said: "Can you let go?"

Ye Rongxue's face was still pale, and she slowly let go of him, her tone still unstable: "The butterfly is so scary."

"Anyway, it's a fairy, you can scatter them with one sleeve, what are you hiding?"

There was grievance in the other party's eyes: "You said clearly before that this is not a shortcoming, and you don't have to force yourself to face it."

Yanjin turned his head: "I said it was for my sword spirit, not for Yishan Immortal."

Ye Rongxue's eyes darkened: "Even if I am an immortal, I am still a human being, not a god."

Yanjin changed his expression slightly, and looked at him again after a while: "Let's go."

"Where to go?"

"Go back to Chen Mingzong."

Ye Rongxue said hastily: "I was really kicked out of the teacher's school, and I can't go back."

Yanjin looked at him silently.

The other party also knew that the reason was too far-fetched, so he looked up at the sky and said to the bright sun, "It's too late, the fairy gate is closed, I can't get in."

Yanzhu continued to look at him.

"Really." He looked serious, "Well... recently the fairy gate is closed very early, and it closes after noon."

"You are a master, so I shouldn't stop you."

"No, the mountain protection formation doesn't recognize any master's disciples, and will stop them all."

Yan Jin was very speechless: "If I remember correctly, the mountain protection formation was set up by you, the Immortal Venerable."

"This..." Ye Rongxue gritted her teeth, "The Luoxue building has collapsed, and I have no place to live."

"..."

"The fairy gate is being repaired, and it will be finished in a while. I will definitely leave." He said aggrievedly, "I won't bother you or quarrel with you. I'll just stay in the cabin." He thought for a while, "Qing Hengjian You didn't lose it, my soul consciousness is connected with it, I can still melt into it, I can still turn into a sword, it doesn't take up any space at all, just put me on the table."

Yanjin looked at him indifferently, with a gleam in his eyes, after a while, he stretched out his hand to pull him: "Needless to say, I won't keep anyone here, go wherever you like."

Fang Fang pulled the person up, but Ye Rongxue just crouched numb, and then suddenly her legs went limp, she stood up abruptly and couldn't support her, she fell straight backward.

Yanjin was leading him, so she also followed his trend and crushed him on the blooming grass.

Both of them were slightly stunned, and after a while, Yan Jin was about to get up, but when someone pulled her back, Ye Rongxue's eyes were filled with sadness: "You really, don't ignore me, okay?"

"You let me get up first."

The people below him did not let go: "I... that... I will definitely not suddenly become a sword now, nor will I be separated from the sword body inexplicably..." His voice became smaller and smaller.

Yan Jin didn't get up again, but looked at him thoughtfully, his eyes changed slightly, his eyes moved from his face to his neck, he raised his hand slowly, and lightly picked his collar.

The person in front of him immediately shuddered and bit his lip tightly.

Yanjin looked at his expression: "I haven't done anything yet, are you so nervous?"

"I didn't." The other party pursed his lips tightly, but he felt that death was at home.

Yanjin continued to open the collar.

The person in front of him trembled even more.

The collar was slightly loose, and he saw the imprint under the shoulder, the word "flame", clearly and vividly on his face.

His eyes moved over the imprint, and when he looked at Ye Rongxue again, his eyes were a little softer, but his face was still expressionless: "You and I were only one step away before, I am not familiar with any inch of your body, why do you feel so different now? So scared?"

Ye Rongxue was still trembling, so her voice was unsteady: "You... now treat me differently than before, and you definitely won't coax me and take me with you like before."

"and then?"

"I... I'm afraid of pain."

"Then you still want to hold me?"

"Well... can you stop hurting me?"

Yanjin sighed speechlessly: "Ye Xianzun, have you ever thought that even if I leave you here tonight, I can still drive you away tomorrow, so you won't lose your wife and lose your army?"

Ye Rongxue thought about it for a while: "But I don't want to force you with this, I want to save your person, and I don't want you to go against your will for some sense of responsibility, it's just... It's not like I tried many times before and couldn't do it. , it’s definitely possible now.”

"You can't try it casually." Yan Jin had no choice but to hug his neckline, sit up, and pull him up by the way, seeing that flowers were stained on his bun, and wanted to wipe it off for him, but the raised hand dropped again.

The other party sat on the grass and lowered his eyes: "Oh, I see."

The two sat quietly for a while, it was probably a little hot, and Ye Rongxue loosened her neckline slightly.

Yanjin glanced over again, paused for a long time, and said, "The mark is still on you."

"Well, I was fused with the sword body at the time, and it was originally one."

"Then...is it still countable to recognize the Lord with a drop of blood?"

"Forget it." Ye Rongxue said hastily, "My soul consciousness is in the sword body, and your blood flowing on the sword body will also flow into my body. I can still resonate with you."

"What's the use if I resonate with someone?"

Ye Rongxue thought for a while: "When the emotions are surging, they resonate with each other, and the feeling will be doubled."

"Ahem..." Yan Jin almost choked without water.

"You and I will always have the contract of master and servant, unless my blood is exhausted and my flesh and blood are gone."

Yanjin looked at him sideways for a while, and said calmly: "That day, Yuchen Mingzong, I carried a clear horizontal sword to block your mountain protection formation, and I was surprised to see your phantom. The body of the middle sword, now the Qingheng sword has cracks, I have tried all the repair methods but failed to repair it."

Ye Rongxue's face changed slightly: "Then..."

"That's the only way to think about it."

Ye Rongxue's eyes dimmed, she sat on the grass for a while, got up silently and said: "I see, okay, I'm leaving, I... I'm not coming."

Fang Chengfeng rose up and was blocked by the enchantment cast by Yanjin before. When he untied the enchantment, butterflies flew in. Looking behind, he made a secret decision to keep those butterflies away from him, silently staring at him and leaving.

In the main hall of Chen Mingzong, Ye Rongxue stepped on the clouds and landed, brushed up his white robes and wide sleeves, and said to the dark disciples: "You can choose for yourself to ride the clouds or use the sword for a short distance, but the exercises are the same. Can you see all the demonstrations clearly?"

The disciples shook their heads.

"Okay, I'll do it again."

He plucked a branch of peach blossom outside the hall, threw it up, lightly shook the hem of his clothes, and stepped on it.

After answering some questions after class, he walked slowly back to Luoxuezhu. In the past hundreds of years, he was alone and only looked at the white snow on the mountain every day. After looking at it for a long time, he felt that it was too ordinary, but now he feels lonely.

He went down the mountain again, wandering aimlessly, stop and go in the street market in the world, and bought a bunch of candied haws on the side of the road. After taking a bite, he felt a bit sour. Not sour either.

When it was dark, the street was almost scattered. Occasionally, a few people passed by, and lights were lit in front of the high door, one after another, illuminating the steps in front of the door. He looked back on the long street that was sometimes dark and sometimes bright, and the end was dark. Not at a glance.

So he turned back silently and walked slowly.

After walking a few more steps, suddenly, the footsteps stopped, and the eyebrows frowned: "There is a demon." The white figure left slowly, and Changjie only saw a phantom that disappeared in a blink of an eye.

For several days, Chimu Mountain was very clean again.

In the past, the small animals would chirp every morning, and they would make a fuss for a while. Yanjin would not tease them, and fed them step by step every day.

The little white cat strolling in the courtyard licks its paws leisurely, and no one will surprise it by suddenly appearing in front of it.

Yanjin also planted what he lacked step by step. He had the intention to plant wooden doors again, so he decided to forget it after thinking about it.

Early in the morning, just after feeding and cleaning the courtyard, the treetops in the forest moved slightly, and someone slowly approached.

He turned his head, his brows suddenly furrowed.

The visitor's white clothes were stained with blood, his hair crown was gone, and his messy hair was stained with blood and dirt. He stood alone outside the courtyard, but he didn't dare to go in.

"what happened to you?"

The person who came held out a few glowing golden beads: "I subdued a few monsters, this is the inner alchemy of monsters, maybe it can restore the Qing Hengjian."

Yan Jin frowned even tighter, with an angry look on his face: "Are you injured?"

"A little injury, it's okay."

"How can ordinary evil spirits hurt you?"

"They can't be hurt, but I need to get the inner alchemy, so I can't kill or subdue it easily, or it will be useless, so I have to deliberately attract them to bite me, and when they bite me, the spiritual power is gone. Gather the inner alchemy, and I can plan off the inner alchemy." Ye Rongxue glanced at the palm of her hand, "Evil spirits are different from cultivators, they don't have spiritual roots, but they have inner alchemy, this inner alchemy is born with a strong repairing function, try it , maybe it can heal the crack on the sword."

"Didn't you say you're not coming anymore?"

"I'll put this down and leave." Ye Rongxue took a step forward, then stepped back, "Try it, if it's useful, I'll look for it later."

"You come in." Yan Jin went to the well to bring up the water, stretched out his hand to explore, wanted to pour it into the pot, but was too slow, a raging fire was born in the palm of his hand to warm it up, brought it back, and pulled the cloth towel hanging in the courtyard .

When I turned around, I saw that although Ye Rongxue had come in, she was only standing at the door.

"Come here and sit down."

The other party came slowly, sat down on the chair he opened, and put the golden elixir on the table. The golden elixir rolled away, and he quickly stretched out his arms to bring it back: "Really, try it, maybe it will be useful." .”

"Let's talk later." Yanjin wiped his face with a cloth dampened with water, he was startled, and raised his eyes in astonishment, but Yanjin didn't look at him, just wiped off the blood on his face expressionlessly, He stroked his hair again.

The dirt on the hair was removed, but it was also wet, and strands of it stuck to his shoulders.

Yan Jin pulled his arm again, rolled up his sleeves, and frowned again.

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