Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Ye Rongxue laughed, Fang lay down and got up again, holding the little rabbit in her arms, and then lay down with peace of mind, the hammock swayed in the breeze, and the person on the bed fell asleep after a while.

After he fell asleep, Yanjin walked over, hugged the little rabbit that was pressing on him, and covered him with a thin blanket.

Then I sat in the pavilion and drank tea, watching how many flower petals were blown by the mountain wind, fluttering and falling on the hair of the sleeping person.

Ye Rongxue woke up after sleeping until dusk, rubbed her eyes, stood up in a daze, looked around, walked towards the pavilion, hugged Yanjin from behind, rubbed his neck, and kissed him on the face again : "What's for dinner?"

Yanjin held the cup and was stunned.

The man went around to the front and sat on his lap naturally, trying to stretch his arms around his neck. When he raised his arm, his arm hurt slightly. .

Yanjin put down the cup: "What do you want to eat?"

"I...I don't, I don't eat." The person in front of him stepped back a few steps, rubbed his head, looked around, and ran to the hammock to fold the quilt.

Folding halfway, I remembered: "Where did this thin blanket come from?"

"The rabbit built it for you." Yan Jin said unhappily, it was obvious that he still wanted to ask.

Ye Rongxue looked at the rabbit curiously, stared at it for a while, picked it up, and kissed it deeply: "Thank you, little rabbit."

Flame Ember: "..."

He flicked his sleeves and went to cook.

In the evening, I cooked porridge, served it with some light side dishes, and put it in the pavilion. Seeing that the man just sat in the courtyard and dared not come over, he touched the kitten jumping by the pavilion, and the kitten jumped out, came to Ye Rongxue's side, and bit the porridge. The hem of his clothes pulled him towards the pavilion.

Ye Rongxue was forced to follow it, came to the pavilion, Yan Jin handed him the chopsticks, he hesitated for a moment, and accepted it honestly.

After eating, Ye Rongxue said in a low voice: "Why don't I sleep in that hammock at night."

Yan Jin raised his eyes and looked at him: "Going to bed so early, didn't you plant colorful silk, don't you see what can grow?"

"That's right." He almost forgot, and walked to the edge of the field, "Surprise and shock are half, but you should always think for the better."

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, but listening to the gurgling water in the mountains, the two sat at the table, Yanjin made a pot of milk tea and pushed towards the opposite side.

He scooped up the plum wine again and placed it in front of him. There were various cakes in the middle of the table, but they were all covered now.

The two of them watched the small buds emerge, the leaves bloomed little by little, and slowly turned into a puff of smoke, which slowly spread out in the deserted night of the four fields, like a thin mist standing above the field.

There are streamers in the middle, gathering together.

Yanjin: "...Why does this look so much like a movie theater curtain?"

Just as he was talking, the streamer really turned into various images, landscapes and human figures, beautiful mountains and rivers, if you are looking at flowers on horseback, time and space flow, and the images are automatic.

"Is it really a movie?" He glanced at the table, it should be some popcorn.

Ye Rongxue was curious: "What is a movie?"

"Well...it's a picture book that moves."

"A picture book that can move?" The other party thought for a while, "It's the picture book that father-in-law read before, can it be moved?"

Yan Jin lamented that it was a good thing he didn't drink water, otherwise he would have to spit it out again: "You can't watch that."

After letting go of the landscape in the mist, countless immortals came with swords in the morning glow and neon lights.

Ye Rongxue watched them fly from one end of the curtain to the other, and the lush green mountains behind them receded, and the person stepping on the sword never flew out of the frame surrounded by mist.

He asked: "Is this like a universe mirror, used to spy on others?"

There are spells in Xianmen that can also produce images. Most of them are assisted by objects such as the universe mirror, which can detect the whereabouts of people you want to see. Like surveillance, there are also some spiritual tools that can show old things. This spiritual weapon is present, or it can record the scene at that time, similar to a video recorder.

Yan Jin said: "The things that are seen by that type of magic weapon are real, but almost all of them are fake in this movie."

"So these people are fake?"

"People are not fake, but the things and relationships they show are fake, commonly known as performances." He explained that while speaking, those sword-stepping immortals had already landed on the ground.

He thought that this movie was quite intentional, and it showed a background similar to that of this place, so clear... so that this immortal would not be unable to understand.

He looked to the side, and he saw that the fairy face was full of novelty, and he looked at it with gusto.

But Yanjin felt a little bored, so he got up and stretched his muscles.

As soon as he raised his hand like this, the screen suddenly stopped, and two arrows appeared under the screen, pointing to the left and right respectively.

"Could it be possible to change the channel?" He tentatively clicked the arrow to the left.

The curtain turned around, and a green grass field appeared.

"Say it earlier." So it's not a movie, it's TV.

A few sheep are running on the green grass.

Yanjin clicked the arrow again.

On the screen, someone is cutting down trees in the forest.

He pressed again, and a cat was catching a mouse.

Continue to press, there is a gourd hanging on a vine.

Still pressing, there are cats and rabbits holding swords.

Yanjin changed direction and pressed to the right.

The lush mountain is full of animals, and a voice beside it is slowly saying that spring is here, and everything will recover...

He also pressed, the green forest is full of birds.

Go on, the endless ocean, full of fish.

I went back and forth several times, and it was almost always like this, that is to say... can there be some other types?

As Fang thought this way, the curtain formed by the mist suddenly flashed, and two arrows up and down appeared again.

He hurried to order, and ordered the downward one first.

But the picture didn't move, the stream of light fluctuated, gradually converging in the middle, forming a line of conspicuous words.

The handwriting said: "Please put your palm underneath to verify your age."

He did as he did, and pressed his hand on the curtain, and the stream of light slowly gathered into a line of words: "[-] years old, you can open it." Hearing a "click", the arrow below lit up, and it can be pressed down.

He clicked the down arrow.

As soon as the screen changed, suddenly there was a well, the night was dark and deep, there was no one around, and the well water was bubbling.

Ye Xianzun looked curiously at the well in the yard, and then looked at the screen: "Is the water boiling?"

"No, according to the usual practice, something will come out." Yan Jin said to the people around him, "You... cover your eyes so as not to be scared."

Ye Rongxue understood: "How can you be scary?"

"Um...that's..." It must be the kind of pale-faced person wearing a white hat and embroidered shoes, he is weaving words.

He listened to the side and said: "The seven orifices are bleeding, the flesh and blood are broken, the eyeballs are hanging on the face, the head has been cut in half by a knife, the brain is splattered, the bone marrow is overflowing, this kind of crawling on the ground?"

Flame Ember: "..."

Ye Xianzun's eyes widened: "Is that so?"

"..."

"Xianmen cleans up evil spirits and crooked ways, and often beats them up like this. Is this scary?"

"..." Yan Jin turned his head, "Well, that's fine, you don't need to cover your eyes."

He continued to hold the wine glass, looked at the other party quietly, afraid of pain and tickle, eating like a rabbit, standing in front of him with helplessness and panic in his eyes, but... almost forgot, he is also the most powerful fairy of Chen Mingzong My lord, slaying demons and killing demons is ruthless.

The well gurgled for a while, and finally a figure appeared. The two squinted their eyes for a while, and then they coincidentally took a closer look.

The figure that emerged was covered in a layer of fog from head to toe, and it could only be seen that it was a human figure, and nothing else could be seen.

"How could this be?" Ye Rongxue asked.

Yanjin leaned on the back of the chair helplessly: "It's a mosaic."

"Horse what?"

"It's a technique that blurs your vision, preventing you from seeing clearly, so as not to scare you."

"But nothing can scare me."

"Yes." Yan Jin shook his head, "I'm already thirty-six thousand years old."

Ye Xianzun also felt a little bored, but he was embarrassed to say so, pointing to the upward arrow: "What's the content of this?"

Yan Jin went to tap the arrow, and after a few taps, there was no movement, Ye Rongxue also reached out to touch it, and the stream of light merged into writing: "[-] years old, you can open it."

He thought for a while: "This is because the test is not accurate, let's add our ages together."

But at least it can be turned on. He clicked on the arrow, and the screen was a dark night, with only two people talking with eye movements.

The two were talking, holding each other's faces and slowly approaching.

Yan Jin's heart was startled, and he thought about whether he should change the channel, but for what reason?

Before I could think about it, when the two people on the screen just met, there was a "whoosh", and a cloud of smoke covered them.

Very good, the mosaic was played again, he sat and drank leisurely, thinking that there was no need to change the channel.

Ye Rongxue was watching very intently, Yan Jin didn't want to interrupt him, and when the whole video was over, the other party turned around: "It seems quite boring."

"But I see you're serious about it."

"I can't see the picture clearly, and I can't hear the two people's speech at all, as if they have cotton stuffed in their mouths, but there are words below, I want to compare those words to find out what they are talking about, but... I still haven't seen it Understand."

"Do you know those characters?" He glanced just a few times, and the handwriting is not the simplified characters he used to travel to another world, but the customary way of writing here, so he should be able to understand it.

"Oh, I know all of them, but I don't understand. There are strings of words, and the meanings of the front and back are not connected."

"It was probably hidden."

"hide?"

"It's just that I can't show it to you, and the influence is not good."

Ye Rongxue frowned: "I just combined the context before and after, and probably guessed something." He lit water and wrote on the table, "Can you speak this word?"

"Will do."

He wrote: "This one too?"

"Ah."

He thought about it and continued to write: "Then according to this, this one will do it too?"

Yanjin looked at the word and coughed lightly: "Of course."

"how about this?"

"It must happen." Yanjin pressed his hand, "What are you writing?"

The opponent's hand trembled: "I just want to understand."

The water stains haven't dried yet, he just randomly arranged and combined the imaginary words that couldn't appear, and didn't think about the meaning. He was held down like this, and when he looked at it again, he would feel sorry, and slowly blushed: "I Not on purpose."

Yanjin let go of him, the night was quiet, the water stains on the table slowly dissipated, but they always appeared in the mind unconsciously, making it hard to be quiet.

After pressing the four arrows, the curtain turned into a puff of smoke and dispersed slowly.

A movie specially prepared for two people in an elegant small courtyard. After the curtain is lifted, one can see the vast and distant mountains, the night is deep and the moon hangs high.

Yanjin put down the cup and said, "Don't sleep in the hammock, the second floor is still yours."

The eyes of the people around him lit up: "Have you been keeping it for me?"

"It's too troublesome to dismantle."

The other party stopped for a moment, but still with a smile, he walked into the room, walked a few steps, then backed out, and went around to the bathroom to take a shower.

Yan Jin stood outside for a while, knocked on the door and said, "Don't get your arms wet."

"Yeah." With the sound of water splashing, he took a shower and took off the red dress. He washed the red dress carefully and hung it outside.

When he came back after washing, Yan Jin saw that the gauze on his arm was still all wet, and blood was oozing from the laundry clothes.

He pulled the person over and changed him again, and the person sat obediently by the bed.

When Yanjin finished changing, he looked at him, and saw that his eyes were red.

"pain?"

The person in front of him shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, but I want to ask you, when will you change your mind?"

Yanjin's movements paused.

He said again: "Do you want the cracks on Qing Hengjian to disappear, or is it that you don't like me anymore, so it's useless?" He stroked the gauze on his arm, "If so, then I really Not coming any more."

After Yanjin bandaged him, he pulled down his sleeves: "When the Immortal Master was still a sword spirit, he said that he would not easily move the hearts of ordinary people. Even if the roots of love were really deep, he would take the initiative to cut them off and never allow them to spread. Don't the Immortals remember?"

Ye Rongxue thought about it for a while, that was his previous evaluation of himself as Qingheng, and he used another identity to evaluate the self in his impression, but he really changed back to himself, only to realize that he had a wrong perception of himself before.

"I thought I was like this before, but..."

"But the immortal is not firm in his cultivation?"

"Chen Mingzong didn't restrict marriage, I..." He thought for a while, "I didn't say it wrong, I was talking about Xiaoyue at the time, if I was facing Xiaoyue at this time, I would definitely cut off It's about love." He moved closer, felt a pain when he raised his hand, gritted his teeth, and hugged Yanjin's neck, "Do you still like me?"

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