Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Yan Jin looked at him with low eyebrows, moved his eyes from his face to his arms, and sighed softly: "Be careful when the wound is opened, it will hurt again."

"When I feel uncomfortable, the pain is not so obvious." Ye Rongxue's eyes mourned, "I am afraid of pain. It is not uninjured to kill evil spirits. One time, the whole arm was corroded by venom. It’s gone, only the bones are left, but it’s fine now, I’m really not that delicate.”

Yan Jin's expression changed slightly, he gently pulled his arm down, looked up at him for a moment of silence, and then said slowly: "I have lived in this world for tens of thousands of years, and I have seen tens of thousands of people in this world , only you make me tempted, I like you, from the beginning to the end, I treat you with sincerity and calmness, so I can never think that it was you who came to seal me, I didn’t know you at that time, but These things exist."

He has seen thousands of years and all living beings, but only this one person, he is willing to use all his sincere heart to treat him, and even now, he is still willing to use this heart to be calm and calm with that person. Existence, how can there be cracks in such sincerity?

Ye Rongxue smiled, and slowly got up: "Okay, I understand, I'll leave when my arm is healed, okay?"

He nodded slightly and watched the man walk upstairs.

Ye Rongxue went upstairs and lay down with her clothes on. The night was silent, but it was hard to sleep. He glanced sideways at the people downstairs, quietly got up, and flew out from the window.

He stood quietly in the courtyard, wanting to blow a cool breeze, but the wind is not cool at night, the green hills are luxuriant in the distance, flowers are flying in the courtyard, and the happy people are behind the house, but he just wants to He felt like he was the only one in the world.

If possible, why would he not want to be the sword spirit flying in Chimu Mountain forever.

He wanted to take a serious look at everything in the courtyard, maybe he would never have the chance to look at it in the future.

From the chicken coop to the duck house, to the fields and pools, and from the pavilion to the cabin.

On the small table in the cabin, there is a wine jug, half of which is left.

He stayed here for a while, then picked up the jug.

Yanjin would open her eyes after sleeping for a while, this time she opened her eyes to see that there was no one upstairs.

He opened the door and walked out, looked around the courtyard, walked to the cabin, opened the curtain, and saw the man sleeping deeply with a flushed face.

He looked at the flagon beside him, frowned and shook his head, and called out to that person softly.

Ye Rongxue half-opened her eyes: "I'm so dizzy."

"Why are you drinking?"

"I'm just curious, why do you like it, and..." He swayed and sat up, "I drink very well, the wine flows from my sword body, not my body, and I won't get drunk, why don't you let me drink?" touch?"

"You are not a sword spirit, you are human."

"I don't have a human form yet, and I don't know what I will look like when I have a human form. What if I don't look good?" He moved closer to Yan Jin, "If I was ugly, would you still like me? ?”

Not lightly drunk, Yan Jin sighed: "Would you like to lie down for a while?"

The other party shook his head: "What do you mean, if I don't look good, do you like it?"

He couldn't reason with drunk people, so he had to follow the words: "I don't judge people by their appearance."

The other party laughed, slowly got up, and sat in his arms: "Take good care of me, I should have a human form soon."

Yanjin looked at him with low eyebrows, and didn't know where to put his hands: "Okay, then can you go down first?"

"I'm not heavy." The man in his arms frowned, "If you can't even hold me, how can you use me to fight and kill the enemy in the future?"

Yanjin was helpless.

You are not heavy, but you are still a real person anyway, so it is heavier than a sword.

Moreover, I let you down, is this a serious issue?

But... still can't talk to drunk people.

The man in the arms said again: "Have you cleaned your sword today?"

"This one……"

"Did you forget again, no, no, you can't forget, you have to do it every day." He flew out of the cabin, but he heard a bang bang sound, as if he had hit something, just about to go out to have a look, that person Flying back again, he picked up the dust-free cloth with one finger, "Wipe it."

After waiting for a while, there was no response, and he was silent for a while: "Hurry up, I can't hold the tip of my sword any longer."

"..." Yan Jin had no choice but to take the dust-free cloth, and brushed it casually on him twice, "It's done."

"Yeah." The other party smiled, "It's time to wipe the sword."

Yan Jin's face changed slightly: "No need..."

"I'll take off the scabbard myself." He stood up, knocked his head to the top of the boat, oops, and looked up, "Why is our house so small?"

Come out again and go to the courtyard.

Yanjin had no choice but to follow him out to watch him spinning in the air in the courtyard.

Flying flowers wrapped around his body, and there were a few bamboo leaves, entangled with his white clothes.

He turned around for a while, then walked back unsteadily: "I don't have hands, so I can't take them off." He turned around Yanjin, "It's better for you to do it." After turning twice, his figure would be crooked.

Yanjin supported him: "Then it won't fade."

"No." He said, "I want to become a human soon."

"Why do you want to be human?"

"I...I want to touch you." He pursed his lips, "I want to touch you like a human being, not just through the blade of the sword. I want to touch your face with my hands. It must be warm and tender." Soft." He raised his hand to see, "but I'm cold."

Yanjin held his hand, it was really cold, he sighed softly, just about to put that hand on his face to touch him, let him know that he is human at this time, but he heard him say again: "Hurry up, wipe the blade quickly." He swayed and opened his hand, "Take off the scabbard quickly."

Yanjin didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Ye Rongxue urged again: "What's wrong with you today, didn't you promise before that you can't forget important things?"

He was speechless, and gently pulled the belt around his waist: "Okay, it's taken off."

Ye Rongxue lowered her head: "Where did it fall off, isn't it still on me? Well, well, I'll do it myself." He flew up and circled again, and the outer shirt that had untied the belt was thrown off under the force, he Spinning faster, running a little bit of spiritual power.

But when he heard the sound of the shawl being broken, Yan Jin raised his eyes, and saw that the man's clothes were all torn, and the cloth strips were flying, and the man was without any clothes, and then threw himself into his arms: "Take off Already, just wipe it off."

It's not that Yanjin hugs, and it's not that he doesn't hug, but this person regards himself as a sword, probably he is used to it in his memory at this time, and he is not very shy: "Don't be too fast, don't be too slow, don't be too heavy It should not be too light, oh, by the way, do you want that oil..."

As he spoke, he was going to look for something again, but Yanjin pulled him, and the body that flew out flew back, bringing some strength to make him back a little, and when he came across the wheelchair that was still in the courtyard, he sat down because of this strength , the back of the chair was pressed and fell backwards.

He was lying on the chair, and Ye Rongxue threw herself into his arms, her eyes blurred, reminding Yan Jin of the last time he was poisoned by mushrooms, he had the same posture and the same look in his eyes, when he said, I like you, I want you be close to you.

The words that came out were clearly so clear, yet extremely touching.

That day he kissed Yanjin's brow, a thin, jerky kiss.

It was almost the same at this time, what he said was obviously very pure, but it also made people daydream for no reason.

Of course there are differences, he wasn't naked like this last time.

Also, the arm was not hurt.

Yan Jin collected himself, raised his hand and grabbed a thin quilt to cover him, and patted him lightly: "Get up."

"Have you finished wiping it?"

He stroked his back through the quilt: "Okay."

Ye Rongxue saw the quilt on her body: "Didn't I take off the scabbard?"

"This one……"

"Did I remember wrong?" He frowned, "Okay, I'll undo it again." As he said that, he wanted to lift the quilt.

Yanjin grabbed his wrist, feeling really helpless: "Look carefully, you are human."

Ye Rongxue's unclear eyes were full of doubts, Yanjin raised his wrist in front of him: "This is your hand, it's alive, it can move." He turned to his face, "It can touch my hand." .”

Ye Rongxue stared at her hand in a daze, Shuer withdrew it, shook it in front of her eyes, looked carefully for a while, then carefully touched Yan Jin's face again, stroked it up and down, her eyes shimmered: "It's warm and soft. .” He laughed, “Have I really become a human?”

Yanjin let him touch her face, and said calmly: "It's not that you've become a human, you're already a human."

The other party was still looking at his hand, probably didn't understand what he said, he fondly caressed Yan Jin's face: "I can touch you now."

"Yes."

He laughed again, looked at Yan Jin carefully, and suddenly came up to him and kissed him on the brow.

Yanjin: "You..."

The kiss was fleeting, and he said with a blushing face, "I just want to verify whether it is really possible to touch it everywhere."

"Of course it can be found anywhere."

"is it?"

Yan Jin nodded, seeing the person in front of him approaching again, kissed his lips lightly, then looked at him shyly: "I love you."

Yan Jin's heartbeat stopped slightly, as if being stabbed by a needle, it suddenly hurt.

At the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, there was an entity, they embraced each other, and then kissed naturally, it seems that they have never formally confessed to each other.

The love at that time was self-evident, needless to say, in the end there was also a lack of real mutual complaints.

Today's Ye Xianzun is drunk, and he thinks that he is a sword spirit who has just transformed into a physical body. His first sentence is, I love you.

"I really love you, do you...do you love me?" He heard Xianzun ask in a low voice again, with anxiety and expectation in his eyes.

After waiting for a while without a response, he asked again: "Do you love me?"

Yanzhu still didn't answer.

His eyes darkened: "You don't love me...then what should I do?" He stroked his cheek, "Then I can't stay by your side, otherwise I will be sad when I look at you, But... you and I have formed a bond, the sword cannot abandon its master, so... I might as well remain a human being, the sword has no thoughts and no emotions."

He got up slowly and closed his eyes: "Okay, I'm a sword again, I won't be a human anymore."

Yanjin only saw the thin quilt slipping off his body, that person is of course still a human being.

The man turned around and approached him again: "You really don't love me at all, can you think about it again?"

Yanjin picked up the quilt and wrapped him up: "Go to sleep, if you do this again, you will catch a cold."

The man wandered around in a daze, and walked slowly to the table in the yard: "Has my bed been moved out?" He looked a little helpless, and curled up on it, "Okay, I'm asleep. "

Closing his eyes, the wind gently blew his hair, he flinched under the thin quilt, and curled up even tighter.

When he fell asleep, Yanjin picked him up and put him on the bed on the second floor. He raised his arm to see, but fortunately the gauze on his arm was not broken, it was still tightly wound, and there was no more bleeding. He lightly Return the arm and add a quilt to him.

In the blink of an eye.

Ye Rongxue sat up from the bed, rubbed her slightly aching head, and looked down to see that she was not wearing anything under the quilt.

He blushed instantly, and was shocked again, and looked down: "I...you..."

"You take it off yourself." Yanjin was tidying up the table in front of the window, arranging a few cups and cups.

"What did I do, why did I take myself off like this?"

Yan Jinfang looked up at him: "What did you do last night, you don't remember at all?"

Ye Rongxue thought about it carefully: "I couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk in the yard."

"Well, then what?"

"Then saw a wine jug in the cabin."

"Ah."

"I drank a little wine and came back to sleep."

"..."

"What's the matter?" The person upstairs wanted to get out of bed, but after looking around, he didn't find his clothes, so he wrapped himself in the bedding again, blushing, "Could it be that I'm still drunk?"

"Why not?"

"My cultivation is still good, I won't be able to get drunk with a pot of wine." He scratched his head, "But...what's the matter with my clothes." He could only ask for help, "Have you seen my clothes? "

"I see, it's all broken." Yan Jin brought him a set of white silk clothes that he had arranged, "Your red clothes are not dry yet, you can wear mine first, I washed them very clean , this is also white, not too different from your fairy gate."

Ye Rongxue took it, changed her clothes and went downstairs: "But why are my clothes torn?"

Yanjin coughed lightly.

I only said it was broken, I didn't say it was torn, so don't add words indiscriminately, okay?

He responded sullenly: "It's because the material of your Xianmen's clothes is not good, it's easy to break."

Ye Rongxue was startled: "Is that so?"

"Ah."

"Okay then." He said, "I'll talk to my brother later and ask him to buy better clothes."

After he went to wash up, Yanjin had already prepared the meal, and seeing that he was still sitting there as before, he had to pat the kitten again and let the cat pull him.

Occasionally, I also teach the parrot to talk and let the parrot call for food.

For three meals a day, Ye Rongxue would help feed the animals. In their free time, they would each be in the courtyard. He would give Ye Xianzun a rest in the hammock, drink some wine in the pavilion, and sometimes sit on the rocking chair on the second floor. Not much to say.

Another day later, there was a faint light flickering outside the window, and the things planted in the ninth row grew.

It's just that this time there is no wooden door, the two of them headed towards the courtyard, watching the twilight light, a flying boat without a roof is parked in the field, with pointed ends, an open-air cabin in the middle, wooden boards, a small boat.

"So, this time we won't have a long gate, so give us a flying boat and let us go by ourselves?" Yan Jin thought, but he hadn't figured out where to go yet.

He went up to check, but the boat didn't move, and he went around a few times, but he couldn't find any rowing tools.

Just ignore him, but it takes up a lot of space in the courtyard, and I don't know when he will disappear.

At night, he stared at the boat to drink, and saw that the hull finally shimmered, and it seemed that it was about to be opened.