Something's wrong with my sword spirit

The two slept for a while, the rain stopped in the afternoon, and they went down the mountain to buy some things together. Most of the small towns below the mountain are ordinary people, even the places where cultivators gather in the world have to walk, unless there is an emergency, generally It will not easily fly into the sky and escape from the ground.

They walked slowly, and also took a look around this small street. They didn’t plan to cook at night. There are a lot of snacks on this street at night, but there are more fried ones. You need to look carefully, but there are always some snacks in the variety. love to eat.

Ye Rongxue wanted to try everything she saw. After trying a lot, she chose the few she liked the most, and Yan Jin packed up a copy of all of them.

After returning back, it was already dusk, and the mountains and fields were fresh after the rain. After washing, the sky really darkened, and the surrounding streamers lit up one after another. Yan Jin made some milk tea again, but the immortal didn’t want to sit, and went to lie down on the hammock.

Yanjin specially made him a cup with a cover, which can be absorbed by the cup, and the water in it will not overflow even if it is turned upside down, and a straw is inserted in the middle so that he can drink while lying on the hammock.

He moved the swing chair and sat by the hammock, swaying with his eyes closed. At this time, he missed the melodious tunes in the courtyard on New Year's Eve, but the colorful silk is hard to come by, and it doesn't happen every time it is planted. Music, he smiled and asked the people around him: "Can you sing?"

Ye Xianzun smiled, hummed a little tune softly, floating with the stream of light in the garden.

He was a little surprised.

Xianzun said: "It's strange, I can also play the piano, I have learned poetry, books, rituals and music."

"Well, it's a pity that there is no piano here. I will make one for you tomorrow."

Xianzun nodded, closed his eyes and hummed a song for a while, and finished his milk tea, opened his eyes to look at the bright galaxy: "Is it late at night?"

"It's okay." According to the time in the other world, it's only a little bit late at night, Yan Jin replied, helped him put away the cup, and whispered in his ear, "Don't sleep in the cabin today."

"why?"

"The location is a bit cramped."

"Can you sleep two people?"

"But, it can't be used."

Immortal Venerable stood up in doubt: "What are you going to perform?"

How to answer this, he had no choice but to take the cup away and wash it.

Immortal Venerable reacted just now, his face blushed immediately, and he coughed lightly: "Whatever, you can sleep anywhere."

He laughed again, and put the cleaned cups and cups on the office table in the courtyard: "You really want me to do whatever I want?"

Xianzun came over and raised his eyebrows across the table: "How can you be casual?"

"Ah?" Yan Jin was teasing him at first, but he didn't want this fairy to be very serious. Being looked at like this, he really thought about the picture of doing whatever he wanted, and decided to tease him again, "You were on the table last time Do you remember the words written with water?"

The person in front of him thought for a while, blushed again, and turned around: "I... I didn't write anything, just talking, talking, I won't tell you, I'm going to take a shower." He lowered his head, They walked quickly, leaving Yanjin laughing secretly.

What to do, I just like to see him being bullied.

I used to like to see him walk away with red face, red ears and bowed head, but now it's not enough, I also want him to turn red at the end of his eyes, trembling and begging for mercy.

At dawn, the man still had to stay in bed, Yanjin didn't disturb him, he was making pianos in the yard, but there was no good wood, he wanted to go to the mountains to look for it, he wanted to say hello to Ye Rongxue, he went into the house to see that he was sleeping soundly , Thinking that I will come in a while, I went quietly.

Along the winding path, a few white-clothed disciples came up the mountain, shouted outside the courtyard for a while, saw that there was no one in the courtyard, and had something to report, so they walked in, looked around, and carefully knocked on the door of the attic.

Ye Xianzun fell into a drowsy sleep: "What are you knocking on the door for?"

Several disciples nodded quickly, before the master could say that, they heard a lazy and hoarse voice inside: "I'm so tired."

The disciples looked at each other and winked at each other: "Then shouldn't we bother Master?"

It said again: "My body is full of acid."

The disciples were astonished: "What's wrong with Master, has he been bullied, should we rush in?"

The lazy voice continued: "Don't come calling, I really don't think about it now."

The disciples winked again: "But Master won't let us in."

Inside: "You don't mean what you say. You can speak softly, but you can't control it after a while. I don't want to trust you anymore."

Disciples: "Take it lightly, what can't be controlled, Master must have been bullied, let's go in and have a look?"

"So you let me rest for a while, hiss..." There was another cry of pain, and the disciples panicked and wanted to rush in.

He also heard Master say: "I can't even lie down."

Disciples: "Master is injured, rush in!"

"Really don't call me." Master continued, "Also, I can't go out today, my neck must be full of marks, I can't see people, so I have to sleep all day."

Disciples: "!!"

"My throat is also hoarse. It hurts so much. My legs also hurt. It seems that I have a cramp. You pushed it."

Disciples: "..."

The disciples hesitated for a moment, bowed together outside the door and said: "Yes, Master, the disciples will never disturb Master's rest, we will leave now."

There was no movement in the house, they didn't get an answer, and they didn't dare to leave without authorization, they all looked at each other in panic.

After a while, I heard a "bang" inside, as if someone fell to the ground.

Then, the door slowly opened, and their masters had high silver crowns, wide sleeves flying, and a ribbon around their necks. Their indifferent eyes glanced at them: "How did you find this place? What's the matter?"

The disciples looked up at him, and immediately lowered their heads again: "Report to Master, we really can't find out the fate of that puppet in the town below the mountain, please punish Master."

"Most puppet masters are practitioners of sorcery in the world. The sorcery is so vicious and strange, and some of them are difficult to deal with." He scanned the crowd again, as if nothing had happened, "Aren't you injured?"

"No, the puppet is not very aggressive, it's just that the disciples are not skilled enough to control it according to the instructions of the master."

"Okay, I'll go and have a look." He walked out, stopped after taking a step, and frowned slightly.

Still sore and sore.

The disciples immediately said: "Master, why don't you go out today, the puppet has been subdued, it will not endanger the people, and there is no need to worry."

"Let's solve it as soon as possible." He turned around slowly and left a note, "Let's go, don't need to say more."

His steps were slow, and the disciples had no choice but to follow behind him step by step, not daring to say what he wanted to say on the way.

Halfway up the mountain, he couldn't bear it anymore, and said to a disciple, "Let's spread a cloud."

The disciple immediately cast a cloud, and soon a white cloud came to his feet. He stepped on it, felt the softness of the cloud, and sat down.

Fang sat down and frowned again, Bu Yun's disciple was frightened: "Master, but what's wrong with this cloud?"

"Oh, no, it's just not soft enough." He said, "That's it, it's not far anyway."

Although the distance was not far, he was still a little uncomfortable. He frowned all the way, and his disciples often wanted to speak, but they didn't dare to look at his expression.

When you get to the town, you can't ride the clouds, you have to go down, there are so many cultivators in this world, and the common people will not be too curious to see this group of cultivators in white clothes, but today passers-by repeatedly cast their gazes, but Ye Rongxue A little surprised.

He looked down at himself, there was nothing strange except that he was not feeling well and walked slowly.

Staring at the eyes that looked back frequently, he walked through the long street to the edge of a deserted field, and there was no one around. The puppet was being subdued by his disciples here. He walked over and saw that it was wearing a black mask and ragged clothes. , the limbs were stiff, and the only head was dangling on the neck.

"Master, he was probably hanged." A disciple said, "Then he was made into a puppet."

Ye Rongxue stared at the mask.

The disciple said again: "The mask is not the key to manipulation. I have tried it before, but the mask cannot be removed."

"Okay." Ye Rongxue raised her hand to transform into a spirit art, and a stream of light shot into the puppet's head. The puppet creaked and raised its arms and legs dumbly to attack the incoming person, but he moved slowly, and Ye Rongxue stopped him with another spirit art , closed his eyes and searched for a while, slightly puzzled, "It's kind of hard to find."

"That……"

"Stay back, I'll explore again."

The disciples obeyed the orders and retreated, he shot into the streamer again, the puppet moved again, the speed was much faster than before, it was already a corpse, it felt no pain, and it didn't care about the consequences when it attacked people, its moves were ruthless, Ye Rongxue avoided the attack and got close I went to look around and saw the eyebrows under the mask, but before I remembered anything, the claws of Ruo Skeleton struck again.

He picked up a stone and broke the palm. The blood from the dead body was already stiff and no longer flowed out. When he was close, he saw a drop of tears overflowing from behind the mask.

He immediately clasped his shaking head, touched the teardrop with his fingertips, the stream of light scattered from under his fingers, and the puppet stopped attacking. He gathered the scattered stream of light and gathered it between the puppet's eyebrows, stamped a fairy mark, turned around and waved his sleeves: "The gate of life is that Tears are indeed hard to find, and the corpse will still shed tears, but I have controlled him and handed it over to you, and the Immortal Seal between Eyebrows can be manipulated according to the method I taught you."

Then he raised his eyes and looked at the deserted fields in the four fields: "Let it reclaim these fields, it's time to plant rice seedlings at this time."

The disciples agreed again and again, seeing that he was going to leave, they respectfully said: "Shall we send Master back?"

"Okay." After he finished his work, his physical discomfort became obvious again. He walked slowly, and then walked to the street, with strange eyes still cast from left and right.

Looking at himself again, there was no blood or mud on his body by the puppet, but he looked at it twice, and he turned back to his disciples: "Is there anything strange about me?"

Several people coughed in low voices, faltering.

"Tell me." Just as he was asking, he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Sword Immortal?"

Looking back, he was looking at his father calling him.

Father Yue came out of the nearby tavern and looked him up and down: "What a coincidence, we met here. I heard from my son that Xiao Qingheng turned out to be a Zongmen immortal. Look, this change of clothes is exactly the same as before. no the same."

He smiled embarrassedly: "Not really."

Father Yue also laughed, very strangely, which made Ye Xianzun puzzled.