Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Yanjin smiled confusedly: "Our Immortal Ye really failed at learning."

The man did not blush, but raised his eyebrows: "You don't like it?"

"Like... Hey, you..."

The drunk jug fell from his hand, and the man threw himself into his arms and sat up again: "Are you drunk?"

"I do not have."

"You must be drunk."

"Okay, I'm drunk." He lay down and looked at the person in front of him.

When he sat down slowly, his face was still flushed with blush.

The flying boat is rippling in the galaxy, ups and downs.

Fireworks in the world and stars in the sky, let them float freely and go wherever they want.

Later, Ye Xianzun lay in his arms and gradually fell asleep. The flying boat slowly fell from the stars and returned to the courtyard.

When they all got down, the flying boat disappeared. At dawn, the two slept for a while, and Yan Jin got up first, and finished the piano.

He made a lyre. The body of the qin is made of paulownia wood, and the surface of the qin is brown. He imitated the ancient qin and made plum blossoms. But he is really not very proficient in the rhythm. There are not many people who play the qin in that world. , I think the sound is like that.

But after Xianzun dialed it, his expression was not quite right, but he was embarrassed to say that he moved the string column and adjusted it slowly. The tuning required constant listening and trial, which took a lot of time, and he finally adjusted it at night.

So he played the piano for Yan Jin, sat in the courtyard, the sound of the piano was melodious, Yan Jin lay on the hammock and watched, seeing the green bamboo leaves behind the white-clothed fairy, the full moon was rising, and the mountain was covered with silver.

People in the deep forest don't know, the bright moon comes to see each other.

The whole body of this qin player is covered with the clear light of the moon, floating as if out of the mortal world.

He wanted to bully him again, and wanted to pull the person who was about to escape back to the world, so that he could share the dream with him.

He really did this, and the strings were touched to produce an irregular tune. The immortal said: "I just tuned it and it was crushed, so I have to re-tune it."

Satisfied, Yan Jin sincerely admitted his mistake: "Okay, okay, tell me how to adjust it, and I will adjust it."

He was not proficient in the movements, and it took two days to tune it. The immortal was eager to try, but before he played a few times, the sound of the piano became chaotic again.

Xianzun complained a little this time, he was embarrassed to be angry with him, but he was really not very happy, so he went to sleep in the cabin this night and set up a barrier on the curtain.

Although the barrier flame can be broken, the question now is not whether it can be broken, once the barrier is set, he can't break it.

He was locked outside, and he tapped the barrier lightly: "I was wrong, don't be angry, okay?"

It was silent inside.

He knocked again: "If you don't want to see me, then you can go to the attic and I'll sleep in the cabin, okay?"

Still no response.

He coaxed for a while with good words, but the people inside were determined not to come out.

He had no choice but to self-examine for a long time, thinking that he had gone too far.

Isn't this also food marrow to know the taste, which is a bit difficult to accept.

But from the looks of it, he really had to be more restrained, otherwise he would make his Immortal Venerable angry again.

This night he sat on the bow of the boat and tuned the piano. The evening wind in summer is cool, and it’s good to blow the wind. When he tuned to the back, the immortal might not be able to listen anymore. Finally able to see the person, coaxing him back and forth, finally made him laugh, and agreed to go into the house to sleep.

However, he has made up his mind to be honest, even if the breath of the people around him is lingering in his ears, he will silently recite the mantra of clearing the heart and close his eyes to sleep peacefully. Fortunately, the people around him quickly fell asleep while holding him.

The second day is the Duanyang Festival in the world. In the morning, the tree grew colorful silk. There was a dragon boat race in Qi'an Town. The two went to watch one, bought materials and came back to make zongzi. Xiaoyue came home that day. I also brought up a bag of zongzi, and brought some wormwood or something, saying it was mosquito repellent.

He was going to help his master and ancestor hang wormwood, but he looked around and said, "There don't seem to be any mosquitoes in this yard."

Yanjin raised her eyebrows: "Otherwise?"

Anyway, we also know spiritual power, okay? A little bit of magic can keep them from getting close.

"That's right." Xiaoyue nodded, thinking again, they are really strange, one is a god, the other is a celestial deity, they can live for nine days and are not in the fairy gate, just in this mountain and plain, they can eat the valley without eating the fireworks of the world, But three meals a day do not fall, oh, in order to have enough to eat, but also to farm.

They can turn leaves into clothes and turn wood into gold, but they also bring flowers and cloth down the mountain to sell. They can wave their hands to summon a lot of furniture and objects, but they usually do it by themselves. They can subdue the spirit beast in the mountain. All the pets raised in it are ordinary small animals.

But if they regard themselves as mortals and live the lives of mortals, they don’t completely stop using their spiritual power. Stretch out your hand and let the thing fly over by itself.

They are not far away from the world of fireworks, nor do they shy away from being different from ordinary people.

Xiaoyue really wanted to ask, if the two of them quarreled, would they fight with spiritual power directly, and would the beasts in the mountains be able to bear it?

But even so, he hung up the wormwood. He said it was a tradition, and he told them before leaving that they must eat zongzi, which is also a tradition.

The two cooked the ones they made themselves and the ones given by Xiaoyue, and they couldn't tell who belonged to which, when Ye Xianzun took a bite of a piece of fat meat, he was confused: "I thought zongzi were only sweet. "

Yan Jin said: "The preferences and habits of each place seem to be different." Speaking of this, he also thought, "Let's go out for a trip later, and visit all over the world to appreciate the customs and customs of various places."

"Ah."

After eating, I saw that the colored silk grew out of a curtain this time. It seems that I still want to show them some images. There are four arrows up, down, left, and right. The left and right sides are really not very interesting to them. , but an hour-long movie has mosaics for almost [-] minutes, which is really boring.

Xianzun thought: "Perhaps you and I have a combined age of more than 3 years, which is not enough to unlock the mosaic. What should we use to superimpose it?"

This is a way, Yanjin looked around, the tree was the oldest in the yard, he broke a leaf and pressed it, thinking in his heart, isn't this the way to unlock it with money?

Fortunately, it was actually unlocked, and the streamers gathered into words, which read "[-] years old, you can watch it."

"This tree is as big as you." Immortal Venerable was shocked, "It can be called an ancient sacred tree."

"That tree was born because of me, it's the same age as me." Yan Jin pressed the arrow, "Do you want to watch a horror movie, or..."

Immortal Venerable said: "All right."

Who has the nerve to say that it depends on the arrow above.

After Yanjin clicked, another well appeared on the screen.

"..."

Are these horror movie routines totally useless?

Fortunately, this time I can clearly see the "ghost" in white clothes and hat with a pale face. Anyway, I don't want to look closely. In the end, it is either a dream or the patient's fantasy, or this "ghost" is a person pretending to be.

Immortal Venerable looked bored, so he chatted with him: "You said that tree was born because of you?"

"Well, I was born on this mountain [-] years ago. At that time, this mountain was barren. Because of my spiritual power, this mountain was revived. This tree was the first creature to grow."

"Do you remember what happened back then?"

"I didn't remember it at first, but I remembered it later." Yan Jin looked back at the attic, where their swords were still placed on the second floor, "Fortunately, please activate the Qing Heng Sword with the Yao Nei Pill."

"What happened to Qing Hengjian?"

Yan Jin stretched out his hand to grab the sword, the red light in his palm flicked, and the blade suddenly dissipated.

Ye Rongxue's heart tightened: "Why do you..."

"Look." The red light dissipated, and a piece of dragon scale hung in the air, emitting a faint light. This light is white and soft, and it is different from the previous reverse scale that can emit scorching red light.

"This is my newborn scale armor, the first scale armor I have formed." Yanjin flicked his hand again, and the dragon scale turned into a sword body again, "At that time, this sword was born in the world, but because there was no spiritual weapon to fuse The sword, so that the sword can never be formed, so I put my newborn scale armor into the sword body to forge the sword."

"So, originally this was your sword?"

"Well, it was born with no owner and sharp weapon. Its ferocity is hard to control. The new scale armor is the softest and can suppress its hostility. That's why I use this scale armor to melt the sword. Thousands of years ago, I You once dived into the abyss of Chen Mingzong, and brought spiritual energy to the fairy gate. At that time, Chen Mingzong regarded me as a god, worshiped and enshrined me, and asked me for things that suppress mountains, so I gave this sword as a gift. At that time, I also used it It is said that it is not allowed to be used by random people, but it must be regarded as the best in thousands of years, so you can use this sword."

Later, Xianmen forgot about him as a god, but there was a curse he had cast on the sword, and ordinary cultivators could not control this sword at all.

It is also because of his dragon scales fused into the body of the sword that Ye Rongxue carried the sword up the mountain 17 years ago without any hindrance.

Ye Rongxue was embarrassed: "So, I'm... the best?"

"That's necessary." He smiled and looked at the person in front of him seriously, "My dragon scale is in the sword, and your soul consciousness was also in the sword. You and I have already embraced each other."

This newborn scale armor is different from Ni Lin, it is his most gentle scale, he used it to hug his lover.

And those reverse scales, which are his arrogance and burning, turned into a floating flower in the four seas, the four seas and the world, floating life like a dream, melting into the heart of his lover.

It is also a blessing that gentleness and burning can be given to one person.

Xianzun lowered his eyes shyly: "How can I be so powerful." He lowered his head and smiled, and remembered something after laughing, "Did you take back all your Nilin?"

"That's right, there are four pieces in total, all of which have been taken back, so I am also intact."

"Do you still have the missing scales?"

"Nothing."

"But, these four reverse scales are all on me, how can I return them to you?"

"I said a long time ago that I don't want it anymore." Yanjin pulled him into his arms, "So don't say that again."

I was willing to use this reverse scale just to plant a flower that I love for you, but now that this flower grows on your body, how could I want it back?

There was a glimmer of light in Ye Rongxue's eyes, she nodded solemnly, and said in her heart, okay, then from now on, I will be your armor.

The two hugged each other for a long time, and the video on the curtain was coming to an end. The immortal sat in his arms, coughed lightly, and said in a low voice: "It's too boring, can you change it?"

"Okay, where can I change?"

"Switching left and right is quite boring."

"Then... up?"

"Anything is fine."

The author has something to say: "People in the deep forest don't know, but the bright moon comes to see each other" from Wang Wei's "Bamboo Li Pavilion"