Something's wrong with my sword spirit

After he finished speaking, Qing Heng shuddered, hesitated to speak, wanted to interrupt but was afraid of scaring people.

Yan Jin made an appointment with the woman, and only after she left did she bother to talk to Qing Heng: "What's wrong with you?"

Qing Heng stammered: "That..."

The surprise I originally wanted to give was probably going to be self-defeating.

He was thinking about what to say, when he heard the door opened again, it was still the same woman who changed her clothes and walked in the other direction.

The oranges were sold out, and Yan Jin also packed up his things and prepared to go back. On the way, he bought a small bucket of rice paper, spent fifteen yuan, and had three yuan left. He bought a handful of nails. Yes, he asked someone for it, but the other party gave it to him without saying a word.

All the way back up the mountain, the more people walked, the fewer people there were. There were only three or five pedestrians near the foot of the mountain. The woman was still ahead, and the other party also noticed him. They slowed down and waited for him: "You live near Chimu Mountain, too?"

It turned out that the mountain was called Chimu Mountain.

The woman continued to ask, "Are you new here?"

"Ah."

"Hey, why don't you have anyone to take care of you like this?" The woman didn't notice that his legs were inconvenient before, and if he didn't tell his eyes, he couldn't see the blindness at all, and she discovered it now.

The two walked together, and after talking for a while, they heard that he lived alone on the mountain. The woman felt pity, and promised: "My house lives at the foot of the mountain, and the one with a fenced yard in front of the door is the one. Come to me if you have anything to do."

Yanjin was fine, but he remembered that he actually went to her house in the morning: "I passed by in the morning, I wanted to ask for directions, but I heard someone in the room, but there was no response."

"Oh." The other party smiled uncomfortably, "That's my son, he... doesn't talk to outsiders."

Probably social fear, Yanjin expressed his understanding.

The woman chatted without asking questions: "At the foot of the mountain, we and Lao Yue's family next door are the only ones, and the rest have moved to the town. My husband and I both work in Fang's house. If it wasn't for our son, we would have moved too. But it doesn’t work, Lao Yue has to be taken care of, everyone has been neighbors for 20 years, and everyone says that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, and his son is not around..."

Yan Jin had no curiosity at first, but when he walked to the foot of the mountain, the woman introduced the origins and backgrounds of the two families. He was completely impressed, and couldn't help sighing secretly, how could such a talkative mother have a son who was afraid of society? ?

Knowing the two families thoroughly, they have already walked to the two houses, the two sides said goodbye, the sun set, the sky was smudged with rays of light, Yanjin walked slowly on the path up the mountain, he heard the birds chirping, and in the distance There is a spring water flowing.

He leaned over to pick a few wild chrysanthemums, sniffed them on his face, and then untied his bun, the strands of his hair fell down, so he didn't need to tie his hair up without outsiders.

The sword spirit returned to its original size and circled around him in silence.

He asked, "Are you worried?"

Qing Heng paused: "I... I did a wrong thing." He said about changing the color of the silk and satin, "I'm sorry, there will only be vegetables tomorrow, and no fruit will grow."

Yanjin didn't stop, and didn't react much: "It's okay, I'll explain it to her tomorrow." At this time, it was too late to turn back, and I was afraid of disturbing others' rest.

Qing Heng was silent for a while, and said, "Don't you blame me?"

"You meant well, and I blame you for what you did."

What's more, there is really no need for a few fruits.

He can relentlessly survive in adversity, and he can also be content with the situation under adversity, constantly accepting sudden obstacles and finding new ways out, which is the normal state of life.

But Qing Heng was always very guilty: "I must accept the punishment."

"what?"

"In the Chen Mingzong, whenever a disciple makes a mistake, there must be a punishment, and the sword spirit or other spirit beasts are the same."

"I'm not Chen Mingzong..." The two of them have already returned to the mountain, and there will be no fruit tonight. The green silk satin planted in the morning will only grow vegetables tomorrow morning, but if the leaves are not turned today, by tomorrow night, they will be able to harvest a Chinese cabbage .

He originally calculated that there were still 27 leaves on the tree, but one was missing, and there were still 28 leaves.

In his bamboo basket were three eggs, two taels of salt and a half bucket of rice, a few incense sticks, a handful of nails and a piece of iron.

Lighting a fire to cook the rice, too few ingredients hinder it, and there is no oil. He puts the eggs directly on the rice, mixes them with salt, and cooks them in a clay bowl. It is a simple claypot rice.

Qing Heng remained silent in front of the fire.

He comforted: "It's also good to grow vegetables, as long as it's not eggplant."

Qing Heng became more silent.

Yan Jin was really at a loss, so he changed the topic: "You Chen Mingzong is so strict, you will be punished if you make a slight mistake?"

Qing Heng said: "Yes, usually they face the wall and think about their mistakes, and some are beaten with whips and sticks. If it is more serious, they will have to abolish their cultivation and expel their spiritual roots and be expelled from the teacher's school."

"That……"

"I only have the body of the sword, but no spiritual root. If you fight with a whip, if you hit a body like me, you will be the one who will suffer. I... go face the wall and think about it." Qing Heng interrupted him, "Say, I Facing the wall for a few days?"

"No..." Yan Jin sighed, feeling that he would always feel bad if he was not allowed to face the wall, so he simply agreed, "Okay, just for one night, it doesn't matter where the 'wall' is, you go indoors, on the bed noodle."

Qing Heng immediately flew into the house.

Yanjin sighed again: "Is it so easy to lie, you will become a human in the future, wouldn't it be possible to coax you home if you coax me casually?"

After eating and washing, he only had the same clothes. Fortunately, the mountain wind was strong, so he washed them in the evening and dried them in the morning, but he was not used to going to sleep without wearing anything, so he usually washed his outer shirt and his inner clothes crosswise.

Tonight, the outer shirt was washed and hung on the tree branch. In a flash of inspiration, I lit the incense candle under the tree to smoke the clothes, and then put on the inner clothes and went back to the house.

Just about to lie down, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and found Qing Heng standing beside the table.

Originally, he wanted him to come back to sleep, and he didn't want the other party to really "face the wall".

He said: "How about you lie on your 'face'."

"No, lie down and I'll fall asleep."

"..."

Yan Jin didn't sleep well that night, and he didn't know if it was the wind or something, he turned over a few times, got up and went to Qing Heng: "Don't 'face', okay?"

"No, the night time is not up yet."

He had to lie down again.

The next day, I woke up with a few coughs.

He was stunned for a moment: "Sword can also... get sick?"

There was a hoarse and deep voice in the clear voice: "I don't know." Three words full of grievances.

Yan Jin originally wanted to blame him, telling you to sleep and you insisted on facing the wall, but hearing this tone was unreasonably soft-hearted, but he couldn't find a way for a while: "You can't take medicine either."

I can only rest well first, he wrapped the bedding for Qing Heng: "Don't go out today."

Qing Heng was very obedient this time, and stayed under the covers honestly. Yan Jin planted Chinese cabbage first when he went out, and after doing the math, there were still 27 leaves left. He turned over two more leaves, and this time he had to plant fruits.

Then he went to touch the vegetables grown from the green silk, but only found seedlings without fruits. He was puzzled for a while, then dug up the soil under the seedlings, touched the cold lumps of rhizomes, smelled them closely, and his eyes lit up immediately : "This is unfortunate, isn't it!"

This time it was ginger. He spent a while thinking about whether ginger was considered a vegetable, and finally came to the conclusion that ginger is also a herb and should be a seasoning vegetable.

Not only can it be seasoned, but it can also be boiled into ginger soup to dispel cold and generate heat.

But Qing Heng can't drink it, it's still a problem.

Maybe... He weighed three pieces of ginger and thought to himself: "You can soak him in ginger soup."

He could only use the big water bucket to make soup, and when it was done, Qing Heng just fell asleep, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the wild chrysanthemums on the long table in front of the window, a little yellow against the emerald green outside the window.

Yan Jin walked in and lifted the quilt, and without a word, untied the "clothes" on his body.

Qing Heng came back to his senses, groggy and dazed, looking at him puzzled.

Until everything was untied, I finally couldn't help but ask: "What are you going to do?"

"Take you to take a bath, let's go." Yan Jin picked up the sword.

The other party seemed frightened: "No, no need."

"Don't worry, it won't rust if you take good care of it."

"No, I... I don't need others to help me take a bath."

"You are still afraid of being seen by others, and I can't see it." Yan Jin still didn't understand why he was shy as a sword, but today he couldn't let him go, no matter how the other party refused, he had already lifted the sword to the bucket , try to see that the water temperature is just right, press the sword into the water, leaving only the head of the sword on the water.

Qing Heng was about to fly out, so he guarded and pressed him to prevent him from coming out. The other party struggled for a while, with a little shyness in his voice, and whispered: "Then don't stay by the side, I'll soak myself."

"I'll just turn around." Yan Jin had no choice but to turn around and sit with his back against the bucket, "but you are not allowed to come out."

"En." Qing Heng sank down, making sure that all his sword blades were in the barrel, looked at the back of his head, wondering what he was thinking, and turned his face to look around after a while.

Yanjin leaned against the well and gossiped: "You know, my legs have gradually felt numb these two days, and I am no longer unconscious. Maybe it will be back to normal soon. I often hear that the mountains are the best place to cultivate one's health, and this is true. "

Qing Heng listened absent-mindedly to his words, his body was undergoing strange changes, the heat in the water soaked into the blade, his bone marrow cold completely dissipated at this moment, and he could even feel blood gurgling in his body.

He felt sweating again, dripping profusely, and his whole body stretched out. This was really a strange experience.

Yanjin leaned against the bucket beside the well, and hadn't talked to him for a while.

Qing Heng called softly, but there was no response, probably falling asleep.

The mountain wind blew his hair and entangled it by the water, his heart moved for no reason, and he really wanted to reach out to caress it.

He really did so, the hair passed through his fingertips, as if there was only a void of illusion, and he couldn't touch the flames.

The bucket was not too big, and he curled up in it, feeling very uncomfortable, so he stood up.

He also found that he could touch other things, but he couldn't touch Yanjin.

Is it impossible to touch humans?

And before he had time to regret, he stared at his hand in astonishment, dazed.

He looked down again in disbelief, the same hands and legs, the same long hair hanging down the shoulders, and the same human body.

He has transformed into a human form!

Like a human being, he has hands and legs, eyes and nose.

Joyful and terrified, he stepped out of the bucket, stepped barefoot on the bluestone slab by the well, walked up to Yan Jin, and bent down to look at that sleeping face.

His brows are sharp and gentle, and his lips are raised slightly, as if nothing can enter his heart, but the corners of his eyes are drooping, and it seems that he is always compassionate.

He wanted to touch it again, but his fingers still couldn't touch it.

He had no choice but to watch quietly like this, probably because the mountain wind was too strong, Yan Jin gathered his collar tightly and frowned, then opened his eyes suddenly.