Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Yan Jin was shocked, and suddenly a force pushed him away, interrupting the transmission of spiritual power, seeing the body on the bed dissipate suddenly, turning into streamers of light, floating towards the head of the bed.

Apart from some miscellaneous things under the head of the bed, there is also a Qing Hengjian.

Liu Guang penetrated into the sword body, the sword lighted up for a moment, and then returned to normal, but the person on the bed disappeared.

Yan Jin hurriedly picked up the sword, trying to stretch out his spiritual power to test it, but was hindered. He couldn't find it, touched the sword lightly, and wanted to call the person in the sword, but there was no response.

He put the sword on his leg again, and tried to probe with spiritual power, but was still blocked.

The sword stood quietly in front of it, and it fell down as soon as the hand was released, with thin cracks still wrapping around the spine of the sword.

He lost his mind for a moment, panicked for a while and forced himself to calm down, thought for a while, and quickly planted tools to repair the sword body. He had to let them grow out as soon as possible, so he went directly down the mountain to buy a red candle with a base, and connected it directly to the red candle. burn.

At night, a stone grows out and touches the sword, and the crack shows signs of healing, so he breathes a sigh of relief.

It's strange to say that when the sword body had cracks before, he had planted these before, but it was useless at all, who knows how it worked again this time.

So, it's because of Qingheng...Is it because of Ye Rongxue being inside?

Ye Rongxue's soul is fused into Qing Hengjian, he and Qing Hengjian complement each other, can they repair and heal each other?

Hurry up and plant another tool, and wait for the second time, as before, what grows is a steel needle, followed by a small hammer and a small shovel.

All the tools for repairing Qingheng were used up, and the cracks on the sword disappeared, but the sword remained silent, and the people inside still did not wake up.

The feeling of being empty in his heart spread again, and he planted tools again, watching the long box of fire grow out of the soil.

Will there be another "rebirth from the ashes"?

He closed his eyes, stroked the head of the sword in his arms: "Qingheng?"

Qing Heng, can you hear me?

If no one answered, the sword would not fly from his arms.

The white-clothed and high-crowned immortal will no longer surround him.

He sat quietly in the courtyard until evening and dawn before putting the sword in the fire. The long box was closed, and he stared at it without blinking. His heartbeat almost stopped, and everything around him seemed to be still, and there was no longer vitality.

Another morning, the long box was opened, and a cold light flashed on the sword. He quickly held it in his arms: "Qingheng?"

The mountain wind blew past, and the Changhe Youguang disappeared in a flash. The sword moved and stood up on his leg. It didn't stand firmly, and shook slightly.

Yanjin helped him up, and asked cautiously, "Are you really awake?"

The blade slowly turned around: "Am I in the sword again?"

"After you were injured, it turned into wisps of soul consciousness and came in."

"Then I..." Jian didn't speak, as if he had used some strength, and sighed after a while, "I can't change back."

"Don't worry, it should be the same as last time, you need to wait a few days."

"Then can I wait a few days until I recover my human form?"

Yan Jin lowered his eyebrows and stroked the sword head.

The sword thought of something, and turned around again: "By the way, take a look, has the crack on the sword disappeared?"

Yanjin took a few glances: "It's gone."

"So the sword has been repaired. It's great. Unfortunately, I have collected a few more demon pills, but they are still useless."

"Yes, it's fixed." Yan Jin raised his eyes and looked away, as if sand had gotten into his eyes, it was a little itchy.

The sword flew up slowly, and circled around his eyes: "Did you come here specially to save me? How do you know I'm there?"

"Xiao Yue said."

"You haven't answered me yet, did you make a special trip to save me?"

Yan Jin turned his eyes back, and lightly tapped on the tip of the sword: "Yes."

The sword froze for a moment, then turned around, flew silently, flew for a while, jumped up and down a few times, and went to the pool to scare the fish again.

There were some lotuses planted in the pool before, but now the sharp corners are exposed. There are mosquito repellent plants around the courtyard, and he also set up a barrier to prevent dragonflies and butterflies from flying in. There are only a few jumping koi water on the sharp corners. beads.

For the past two days, he has been staring at Qing Heng, not taking care of the chores in the yard. At this time, Fang's mood improved. He got up to tidy up the yard and was about to feed the small animals. After feeding the two ducks, he smiled and fed the rest, ready to prepare the ingredients.

Halfway through the preparation of the ingredients, I remembered that I could only eat by myself now, and Qing Heng couldn't eat anymore. I felt boring and didn't bother to cook carefully, so I made simple meals.

Lying on the hammock in the afternoon, I put a fan on my face and closed my eyes to rest. The parrot was a bit noisy, so I didn’t learn how to sing like a sheep today, but kept shouting Qingheng, Qingheng.

Jian flew to the parrot: "Why do you keep calling me?"

The parrot can't answer, it can only imitate the tongue, the sword turned around twice curiously, and looked back at Yanjin: "Did you call me?"

Yanjin closed her eyes and answered, "No."

"Oh." He was confused, thinking that he hadn't woken up in the sword for the past few days, couldn't hear the outside voice, and wondered if anyone had called him over and over again.

Jian felt tired after flying around the yard for a while, so he went to lie down on his swing chair when he saw that it was still on the bow.

Just laying down, Yan Jin said: "Do you want to come to the hammock, I'll give it to you?"

He stood up and replied, "No, I will slip through the net with my appearance."

Yanjin couldn't help laughing, and covered the fan tightly so that the smile would not be discovered.

In the afternoon of early summer, the breeze blows the leaves, and the animals in the courtyard walk quietly, one person and one sword fall asleep like this, and the distant mountain springs and birds sing in harmony, like a melodious tune.

After lying down for a while with eyes closed, Yan Jin took away the fan, saw that the sword had fallen asleep, and stretched out his hand to grab a thin blanket to cover him.

When the sun was slanting to the west and the sword was still awake, he got up quietly, turned the swing chair in a direction, blocked the afterglow of the setting sun from the direct sunlight, looked up at the thin golden glow on the distant mountain, and a few flying birds returning to the forest flew by under the golden glow , flapping its wings and shaking the leaves in the forest.

The kitten was probably bored, so he nibbled the corner of the hanging thin quilt, awakening the sword in the quilt, and the sword stood up in a daze: "It's about this time, I've been asleep for a long time."

"Anyway, there's nothing to do, you can still sleep for a while." Yan Jin was cooking dinner, eating alone, it was still very simple.

"I can't sleep anymore, I can't sleep at night."

"Okay." Yan Jin lowered his head to cut vegetables, waiting for the sword to fly over, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement. Looking back, he saw that the sword was using the tip of the sword to pick up the corner of the thin quilt to close in the middle, babbling Fold the quilt.

He was speechless: "Leave it alone."

"No, I can't trouble you." Qing Heng finally aligned the two corners, and went to pick another corner, but it flew too far, and the two corners that were just aligned fell apart again.

He froze with that corner.

Yan Jin put down the knife and walked over, took off the quilt from the tip of the sword, folded it in twos and threes, and threw it into the cabin.

Qing Heng watched for a while, then followed him to the kitchen: "Can I still sleep in the cabin?"

"There is a place in the house, so you don't have to sleep outside."

"Oh, I want to see the stars."

"then you go."

Qing Heng hummed, and wanted to say something, but stopped again.

After dinner, Yanjin tidied up the cabin, and still hung opaque curtains on both sides, which were thinner than winter. Although it was summer, the nights in early summer were still a bit cold. He wanted to get another thicker quilt Come on, seeing this, Qing Heng hurriedly said: "I'm not afraid of the cold anymore."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Before, my body was probably kept in the ice coffin, so I often felt cold, but now it's not cold anymore."

"Okay." He put the quilt back, didn't know what to do for a moment, sat at the table in the courtyard for a while, "Do you still want to wipe the sword?"

The sword was stunned for a moment, and he said vaguely: "When I'm not around, do you also wipe it every day?"

"Well, it's a habit."

Qing Heng flew forward a little closer: "Okay."

He hung on Yanjin's leg, and Yanjin wiped him lightly with a dust-free cloth. Every time he touched it, the sword trembled slightly. He asked, "Is it hurting, or itching?"

"It hurts and itches."

"...Then should I take it lightly or focus?"

The sword moved for a while, and said: "It's okay, I can bear it, you can do whatever you want."

Yan Jin coughed twice for no reason, tried his best to adjust his strength, the blade was still trembling at first, but then he didn't know whether he got used to it or he had mastered his strength, so he didn't move anymore, and he kept quiet and didn't speak.

Yan Jin was afraid that his soul consciousness would sink again, so she wanted to call him when he didn't say a word, Qing Heng responded a few times, and told him the truth: "I just don't know what to tell you."

He thought of the last time, when he woke up after being reborn from the ashes like this, they talked all night, in heaven and earth, but it was only a few months, and they had nothing to say.

Yan Jin didn't reply, Qing Heng said again: "I probably understand, you still like me, but you can't forgive me, right?"

When he couldn't wait for a response, he continued, "I didn't know you back then, and time can't be turned back. I... can't make it up, and I definitely can't get you back, right?"

Still didn't get a response, the blade had already been wiped clean, he stepped back slightly: "If you hate me, you will come to me for revenge, if you bother me, then ignore me again, but you don't hate me, and you don't Annoy me, just don't forgive me, right?"

He flew to the cabin: "I'm asleep."

Yanjin closed her eyes and nodded: "Go to sleep."

There may be clouds tonight, and there are very few stars on the mountain. After looking at them for a while, Qing Heng could count the stars with his fingers, but he still counted them one by one, and finally fell asleep after counting many times.

In the middle of the night, there was a faint light floating in the cabin, Yan Jin got up, opened the curtain and looked, and saw that the sword body had turned into a human form, and the sleeping man was wrapped in a bedding, with a few lines of tears on his face.

He tugged on his clothes lightly, seeing that the wound on his back had completely healed without leaving any traces, he felt relieved and tucked in the quilt.

At dawn, the human form transformed into a sword again. After waking up, Jian didn't know that he had transformed into a human form last night, and he didn't sleep in a daze and forgot the relationship between the two at this time. He quietly went to help feed the animals, and then Hook the broom to sweep the floor.

Yan Jin waved his hand, let the broom move by itself, the sword flew aside, looked around, hooked the bucket to water the field.

It was fine today, Yanjin went down the mountain and went around, bought some ingredients, cleaned up, took a rest in the afternoon, and it was night again, he made some cakes for preparation, and wiped his sword as usual.

Qing Heng didn't talk much today, when he was wiping the sword, it was still hanging on his lap, trying to keep it as still as possible, put on the scabbard after wiping, Yan Jin looked up: "There are quite a lot of stars tonight."

Then he suddenly felt his body sink, and he lowered his eyes suddenly.

The person in front of him also looked up: "Yes, you can watch more tonight."

Yanjin said: "Do you want to take a look at yourself first?"

The person in front of him lowered his head in doubt, his expression changed slightly: "I have become a human."

"Yes." Yan Jin turned his head, so you straddled me again.

The person on the body touched his face: "No change, right?"

"No, it's just... can you go down first?"

Only then did the other party come to his senses, his face flushed, he quickly got up, stood up and straightened his clothes, this time he was shocked again.

The peony scabbard turned into clothes, bright red flowers, surrounded by green leaves, there is no gap from top to bottom, all red flowers and green leaves, the red is dazzling, the green is shiny, and the color matching is very good. rich and colorful.

He touched the bun again, the same ribbon of red flowers and green leaves, with a shining golden crown.

He frowned, not wanting to be too aggressive, he just asked, "Where's my original clothes?"

"It's all blood, it can't be washed clean, so I threw it away."

"Then... isn't there another red set?"

"That set hasn't been done yet."

"Oh, um...do you still have the scabbard from before?"

"Yes, but those are thick. It's hot, but this one is thinner."

"Okay." He didn't ask any more, and slowly sat down on the chair.

Yan Jin looked at him, the flowers are red and the willows are green, isn't it pretty, how festive, after watching it for a while, he thought of a question: "At this time, you directly transformed into a human form with the sword body, and you didn't separate from the sword. Is it because of your injury?" Not quite well yet?"

"It should be, my soul consciousness needs to be raised in the sword."

"Can I eat now?"

"can."

Yan Jin stood up, brought over the pastries, made tea, and pushed them in front of him.