Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Ye Rongxue was still sleeping in the cabin, there were probably too many stars tonight, and she couldn't fall asleep after counting. He flew lightly to the door of the attic, and saw that the people inside were sleeping soundly, so he lay back down again, lying down, But he felt a strange feeling in his body, and looking at his hand again, Qing Hengjian was separated from him.

His injuries have healed, but he is no longer a sword spirit.

He carefully inspected the Qingheng sword, and saw that the crack had indeed disappeared, and the sword body was intact. He felt a little more at ease, but he was still a little worried. The left and right demon pills had already been obtained, and they were still used on the sword.

The light of the sword circulated and absorbed the spiritual power of the demon pill. He put the sword under the quilt, walked out of the cabin, looked around the courtyard, and closed his eyes to deeply feel the breath here.

I went to the table again, saw that the pastry was still there, picked it up and ate a piece, but unfortunately it was completely cold, and the tea was also cold.

With herbal tea, I ate these pastries, and then looked at the lush mountains in the distance.

At dawn, Yan Jin got up, went to see the cabin first, called out softly a few times, but no one answered, opened the curtain and caught a glimpse of the sleeping sword.

His gaze changed slightly, and there was no one in the sword.

Looking around, there is no one in the courtyard.

There was a piece of paper under the teapot on the table, and he opened it, looking at the elegant and powerful handwriting: "You don't need to send it this time, I will return it myself, thank you for raising me well again."

When I used to write horizontally, I liked to draw flowers under the paper, and the sparse branches of plum blossoms went around from one end to the other.

There is only one sentence on this piece of paper, and there are no pictures.

He paused for a while, put the note in his hand, picked up the sword lightly, stroked it slowly, his eyes flickering.

After a long time, he changed his clothes and wanted to go to the fairy gate.

In the end, I was still reluctant, even though I tossed and turned, I still couldn't convince myself to let go.

Then don't worry about everything, he wants him, and only wants him, everything in the world can retreat.

But what if that person refuses again?

That's okay, Yanjin thought, I have a thick skin.

When Fang was about to move, the blade of the sword suddenly lit up.

He was startled, and quickly turned his head to see the floating light around the sword, floating forward, gradually forming a frame of mist, and the stream of light gathered in the frame, slowly drawing a picture scroll.

The picture scroll started to move, and the images in the picture began to be clear.

In the sky, the deep mountains, the withered grass, the cold wind blowing smoke and dust, someone holding a sword fell from the cloud on the winding path, dressed in white and high, stopped and walked, looked around a few times from time to time, frowned and muttered: "Go Go north... Where is North?"

Yan Jin wanted to laugh, and saw that immortal venerable circled the same road twice, and then he had no choice but to knock on the door of a house at the foot of the mountain to ask for directions.

The family did not open the door, saying that it was inconvenient to meet outsiders due to local customs at this time, and pointed out the way through the door, saying that outsiders could not enter the mountain at all, as if there was a barrier or something blocking it.

Xianzun thanked him and said it was fine, he could break through it.

The family said again: "Before there were immortals like you, no one could break through."

Xianzun smiled and said I would try.

Then, holding the sword, he followed the pointed path vigilantly up the mountain.

However, there was no barrier blocking the way, so he walked directly to the middle of the mountain.

Into a flat land, the roots of ancient trees are deeply entrenched, a few leaves are scattered on the trees, red soil, a well, and a dilapidated bamboo house.

Yan Jin saw the white-clothed immortal with his sword horizontally in front of him, and gently pushed open the door of the bamboo house.

There is a desk and a bed in the house, and someone is sleeping on the bed with clothes on.

Yan Jin looked at herself quietly outside the stream of light, and the self in that image was also quiet.

Immortal Venerable stopped after taking a step, raised the tip of the sword, and the sword energy left traces on the writing, and a puff of smoke rolled up.

The dust and smoke cleared away, the person on the bed didn't move, the Immortal Venerable was a little confused, and took another step closer with his sword in hand.

The person on the bed still didn't move, he cast a protective formation, and slowly moved to the side of the bed to see the person's face.

But he was startled suddenly, standing for a long time, the formation in his hand had dissipated by itself, he didn't realize it, he was still staring at the person on the bed.

"No, he didn't open his eyes." After a long while, the immortal came back to his senses, "It is said that the flood in the world was caused by the red dragon's eyes opening, but..." The immortal regained his composure, stretched out his hand tentatively, and squeezed it carefully. cheek.

Flame Ember: "..."

Immortal Venerable touched his cheek, seeing that he didn't respond, he touched his eyes again, and touched his eyes a few times to make sure that the eyes were not open.

He sat by the bed and pondered for a while, then took his sword and left.

Yanjin looked a little confused: "Is that all, you left, then..."

So how did you get injured, and how did the Qing Heng Sword get damaged?

But the picture did not disappear, only the sun was rising and the moon was setting. It should be a few days later, the fairy came back again, standing by the bed with ease: "Many records of the fairy gate have been lost. I looked for it according to your appearance. There are many, many things, Jiao and dragon are different, the flood is the disaster of Jiao, not the disaster of dragon, you are not the same kind, and the red dragon is originally a divine beast."

He sat next to the bed again: "Ming Chen Mingzong enshrined you thousands of years ago, but these years have spread rumors about you and regarded you as a fierce beast."

"Why are you still asleep? Did you lose your offering? The Immortal Sect is responsible. I... I will apologize to you for the Immortal Sect."

He bowed to the side of the bed, and after he finished, he came to touch that cheek again, thought for a while, untied his collar, put his ear to his heart and listened: "You are not just sleeping, you seem to be hurt, I I didn't hear your soul consciousness..."

He stood with a sword in his hand: "I'll call for you."

Immortal Venerable stood still to perform the spell, and the spiritual power was transferred into the sleeping man's body, but he flicked again, and all of them resisted back.

He was astonished, and he used Ling Jue again, but he was still bounced away.

Outside the light and shadow, Yan Jin saw his movements, his eyes had already softened, and he sighed softly: "Don't try, my soul consciousness was in another world at that time, how can ordinary magic techniques bring me back?"

In the picture, the Immortal Venerable was a little discouraged after being bounced off several times. He sat on the edge of the bed and rested for a while, then stroked the face of the person on the bed, watched it quietly for a long time, then stood up again, raised the Qingheng Sword, The streamer suddenly lit up, and the spiritual power melted into the sword body.

The blade of the sword also lighted up impressively, the wind moved all over the field, and the flying sand rolled up the grass and trees. For a while, the entire Chimu Mountain trembled and made a roaring sound.

The sword-wielding immortal was still using his spiritual power to stimulate the energy of the sword body. Seeing that the person on the bed was gradually glowing red, his eyes were filled with joy, and he continued to perform spells.

Yan Jin saw that the face of the sword-wielding man in the picture was gradually turning pale, and he couldn't help but clenched his hands: "Don't do it, stop it."

The people in the picture couldn't hear it, seeing more and more red lights, and smiled happily: "It's almost there."

He stepped up again.

Yanjin stepped forward, stretched out his hand but could only pass through the screen.

"Stop."

In the picture, the Immortal Venerable raised his eyes to look at the person on the bed, and the red light swam away most of his body: "It's still a little bit worse."

Continue to roll up your sleeves.

But suddenly, the earth trembled and the mountains shook, the cloud above rolled up a huge vortex, the sky became dark instantly, the wind rushed towards the surrounding fields like a beast, and the door of the small bamboo house was blown open.

Immortal Venerable's face changed, he turned back in shock, and immediately held his sword against the oncoming gust of wind, but he had already expended a huge amount of spiritual power, and was invincible for a while, the spirit of the gust of wind hit the sword, and Immortal Venerable was also severely injured and retreated a little .

His body swayed slightly, and he half-kneeled on the ground with the sword, a mouthful of blood fell on the sword, suddenly, the whole body radiated light, and they all rushed into the sword, and at the same time, the sword also radiated light.

After a long time, the mountain stopped shaking, the wind gradually died down, the clouds and shadows dispersed, the sky suddenly appeared, the body of the immortal slowly dissipated, and faint streams of light penetrated into a broken sword at hand.

There is no movement in the picture anymore, a person lying quietly, a broken sword without its scabbard, a bamboo house, and a mottled copybook.

Soon after, the flood subsided, and Chen Mingzong gathered a ray of soul consciousness from the immortal with the soul-calling banner.

Yan Jin turned around, the scene slowly dissipated, and the Qing Heng Sword fell back into his hand.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the sword, the blade was flat and its light was cold.

The former sword holder turned him into a broken sword, but that wasn't for confronting him.

The Immortal Venerable didn't seal him, and he even pulled back the soul consciousness that was wandering in another world. If it wasn't for him, Yan Jin would have been wandering in another world for many years.

But Immortal Venerable was attacked suddenly. At that time, his spiritual power was damaged and he couldn't reach it. He was seriously injured and merged into the sword body.

Because he was still a little short, Yan Jin didn't wake up until more than ten years later. His eyes and legs were not sealed, but it was also because he was still short of some spiritual power. Other parts of his body recovered, and his eyes and legs could not be fully recovered. After getting his own dragon scales and spiritual power, he began to recover.

In the past ten years, the Immortal Venerable also lost consciousness, lost his memory, and fell asleep in the sword.

Even when Chilong was in a coma and deep sleep, he had his own protective enchantment. After hundreds of years of coma, almost no one could go up to Mount Chimu. When he woke up, the enchantment would dissipate automatically, and he would protect himself. At that time, people from the bottom of the mountain can go up the mountain.

However, the immortal venerable 17 years ago walked up, and Yan Jin looked down at the sword in his hand.

It was this sword that automatically broke his barrier.

It was not Ye Xianzun who sent Qing Heng, but Qing Hengjian who sent Ye Xianzun to him.

He held his hands behind his back in the breeze in the mountains and forests, watching the flowers flying all over the garden. The lotus in the water bloomed with pink petals, and a koi jumped up, causing a splash of water.

Just now he was so anxious to chase that person, but now he is at ease, because he will never hesitate again.

He had to prepare well before welcoming his lover back.

He planted the wooden door again, and while he waited, he was cleaning and arranging the courtyard.

The flowers planted in the soil do not distinguish between seasons, so the garden is full of plum blossoms, as well as the colorful silks, except for the cabin, under the eaves, and in the pavilion, there must be some tied up, who likes the most, oh, chickens, ducks and parrots Colored silk can also be tied around the neck.

Then sew some small hats with colored silk, and wear them for the kitten, the rabbit and the little sheep.

Immortal Venerable also likes shiny things, Yanjin thought of some way, imitating the pattern of small lanterns in other worlds, using strings to circle the house pavilion and the tree, and the edge of the field , and then the streamer flew out of the sleeve and wrapped around the thread.

During the day, the light spots can't be seen clearly, but at night, he can light up whenever he wants.

It was all done, and the wooden door had grown out. He looked at himself in front of the well. He spent a lot of effort today to tie his hair, and bought a very expensive jade hairpin to hold it. It should be quite neat.

The price of this red wide-sleeve flying shoulder gown is comparable to that of the blue scabbard, so it won't be worth it.

The wooden door opened, he walked in, and said softly: "Send me to the person I love the most."