Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Qing Heng was stunned for a moment, unable to dodge in time, his eyes met.

He quickly covered his cheeks, not knowing what he would look like in human form, ugly or beautiful?

However, the next moment he thought of a bigger problem: he had no clothes on.

He lowered his head, not knowing where to cover it.

Yanjin was "looking" at him, but there was no reaction.

He just remembered that Yanjin couldn't see it.

The embarrassment dissipated slightly, but even if he couldn't see it, he was still very uncomfortable being "stared" like this.

Fortunately, Yan Jin didn't know that he was no longer in the bucket, so he turned around and touched the bucket: "Qing Heng, how do you feel now?"

After touching for a long time, he didn't touch the sword head.

Qing Heng stretched out his hand to touch his hand, but his fingers passed through again. If he wanted to touch it, he could only transform back into the sword body.

He sighed quietly, held his breath and concentrated, his figure gradually dissipated, turned back into a sword, and returned to the water.

Yan Jin touched the tip of the sword, and smiled reassuringly: "I thought you ran away."

"No, I... I don't have clothes on, so I can't run."

"Come on, do you really want to run?" Yan Jin took the hem of his clothes to dry and pulled him up from the water, "Don't run."

The voice was in his ears, Qing Heng was startled, he felt his cheeks were hot, he didn't know where his cheeks were in his own form, but just now he had a human form, and everything seemed to have a concrete form.

Where are the eyes, where are the eyebrows, as well as the hands, feet, body...all have a sense of touch.

In a daze, Yanjin was already dressing him.

Seeing the dark green skirt wrapped around his body, thinking that the other party wiped off the water little by little just now, his face turned redder, and he looked away.

After looking at it for a while, I found something unusual: "It seems... a leaf has grown."

"It hasn't grown for so many days, how can it grow easily? Is it wrong?" Yan Jin wrapped up the skirt of his clothes, "This is not the way, I will save some money to buy you a scabbard later... Let me make a simple one for you to use for now..."

"Don't count, that's where I scratched the mark before, and it's indeed a new one."

Yanjin looked back: "Really?"

He hurriedly walked under the tree, and he also remembered the place where the traces were made before. In the past, one leaf was used and one leaf was missing. The long ones are indeed easy to spot.

"What conditions make it grow new leaves?" Yanjin was very excited. If the leaves can grow, this is a place that can be used for a long time.

He walked around the tree a few times, smelled the familiar smell again, squatted down following the smell, and touched a few joss sticks.

The incense candles used to smoke clothes last night were blown out by the wind, only one was successfully lit, and this one had been burned out.

"Could it be that incense sticks can produce leaves?"

Is it so? He still has to experiment. If it can really give birth, then incense candles are the basic necessities for his material growth. Fortunately, incense candles are very common at the foot of the mountain, almost every house has them, and because of this, every two weeks on the street Every home will have a store that specializes in selling incense, candles, incense burners, etc., and some grocery stores will sell them by the way.

Yesterday, the old man next door gave him some joss sticks. At that time, he didn’t pay attention to how many incense sticks there were, but now he counted carefully, and there were four left. He wanted to light one right away, but he didn’t know if it was because of the strong wind, so he couldn’t light it anyway. It's still not enough to wear a shirt.

Recalling that it was lit with a snap of the fingers last night, and the wind was stronger tomorrow night.

"Perhaps only at night can be lit," he thought.

If this is the case, lighting incense candles every night will produce leaves the next day. At present, one incense candle can produce one leaf. If these four are lit together, will we be able to harvest four leaves tomorrow?

Because one piece grew out, there are now 28 leaves on the tree. Today he turned over two leaves, and tomorrow three leaves will become a pink satin, leaving 25 leaves. If four incense candles can produce four leaves, then tomorrow In the morning, there should be 29 leaves and a piece of red silk.

After lighting the joss sticks tonight and seeing the number of leaves tomorrow, he can confirm whether his guess is correct.

Since he had to wait until evening, there was no need to worry at this time. He planned to go to the foot of the mountain to explain the reason to the woman who agreed yesterday, and told her that he could not deliver fruit to her young lady today.

Qing Heng was still ill, Yan Jin wanted him to go back to his room and continue to rest without following him, but he called out a few times and got no response, so he stretched out his hand to touch: "What's wrong with you?"

Qing Heng was still in a trance, still caught in the shock of having a human figure, he patted the sword head as if touching the top of his head, he coughed lightly: "I'm fine, by the way, you just said... I make a scabbard?"

"Yeah." Yan Jin nodded, "Of course, my craftsmanship is definitely not as good as professional ones, and I'll buy it for you when I have money."

Qing Heng was silent for a while, and his tone was uncertain: "You...do you want me to recognize you as the master?"

The person who borrowed him did not shed blood to make him recognize his master, nor did he instill spiritual consciousness on him. If other people were the first to instill spiritual consciousness and form a bond with blood, then this person will be his master, and he will never be abandoned for eternity. .

"No." Yan Jin said.

"No?"

"No really, it's just a matter of little effort."

Qing Heng breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you very much."

He stepped back a little, changed his human form again, and raised his sleeves to see that he was wearing a long-sleeved robe that was exactly the same as Yanjin, and the skirt wrapped around his body could change with his figure.

He shook the hem of his clothes, lifted his feet slightly, and could fly up at will like a sword. He jumped onto the tree, stepped on the branch to look out, and then slowly landed in front of Yanjin.

Yanjin laughed and said, "Did you run up the tree?"

He was taken aback: "How do you know..."

"I can hear the sound of the wind surrounding you." Yan Jin replied, touching his head habitually, following the sound, this time he didn't touch anything.

Qing Heng watched as his hand touched her face, but passed through.

He wanted to speak, but suddenly he heard hurried footsteps, he looked back, but saw a young man running towards him panting, he quickly transformed back into the sword body, touched Yanjin, Yanjin grabbed him, held him in his hand and asked :"who?"

The visitor stood still, rubbed his eyes and took a few breaths, his eyes quickly searched around: I just saw someone else?

Maybe he misunderstood, and he said, "I came from the foot of the mountain. The aunt next door said that she ordered fruit from you. She thought it was inconvenient for you to move, so let me come and get it directly, lest you have to send it over."

That woman is really enthusiastic, Yan Jin thought to herself, I went down the mountain yesterday, the people here are actually quite enthusiastic, but...

He said: "I told her that the fruit will only be available at night."

Although it is said that today is gone, I haven't had time to tell her, but it's only noon, which is too early.

"Yes." The young man said, "Auntie asked me to come here earlier, to see if I can help you, collect fruits and so on." His voice moved forward, "It turns out that this place is so beautiful, they all It is said that there are beasts and evil spirits on the mountain, but we have never been here for so many years."

"Thank you, I can do it myself." Yan Jin smiled, "Thanks to Aunt Shen for me too, she is a very good person."

Along the way yesterday, the woman almost wiped out all the property of the family. Yan Jin knew that her husband's family name was Shen. As for the young man in front of him, who lives next door to them, his surname should be Yue. He didn't say what his name was, only heard about his mother. He passed away, and his father was sick in bed all year round. He used to work in other places in order to earn more money, but now he is thinking that his father cannot always entrust the neighbors to take care of him, so he came back.

The aunt of the Shen family also said that this Xiaoyue is a rare filial and diligent child, honest and honest, and the son of their family who doesn't see outsiders only wants to play with Xiaoyue.

The boy approached again: "Their family is very good." He brushed aside the pile of burnt firewood at his feet, and swept it aside, "They are my benefactors, Yue Xiaohan, and I will definitely repay them in the future."

"You don't have to help me clean." Yan Jin listened to him sweeping the floor, "I'm not...wait a minute, what's your name?"

"Yue Xiaohan." The boy repeated, and he had already cleaned up the open space in front of the door while speaking, "It's okay, it's easy to do, it's not easy for you to be alone on the mountain."

"No, just wait, don't move." Yan Jin pulled him over, touched his shoulder, stroked his hair, and patted his face.

The young man looked at him in shock, and said nothing for a moment: What's wrong with this man...?

Could it be that his legs were maimed by someone's hands and feet?

The other party thought that he was inconvenient to move, so he endured it and did not move.

But Yanjin intensified: "What do you look like?"

Yue Xiaohan: "..."

"Does it look good?"

Yue Xiaohan couldn't bear it anymore, pushed his hand away and took a few steps back, secretly clenched his fist.

Yan Jin raised the sword in his hand: "Qing Heng, what does he look like?"

Qing Heng whispered in his ear: "Two eyes, one nose and one mouth..."

"..."

Qing Heng was silent for a moment, then said again: "If your complexion is fair, your eyes are quite big, and your hair is not as black as yours..."

"Are you using me as a reference?" Yan Jin smiled helplessly, and this young master of the sword spirit seemed to have a soft spot for hair.

"Overall, it's not as good-looking as you." Qing Heng added.

"But this is the protagonist." Yan Jin said.

The legendary protagonist Gong, the original book started when he became a teacher, and did not describe his origin too much, only mentioned that because he came from an ordinary family, when he first entered Chen Mingzong, he was recruited by the disciples of those aristocratic families. despise.

At this time, the protagonist Gong Shou has not met, and has not yet begun emotional entanglements, and the villain Yan Jin is useless, still in the state of being blind and disabled, without enough food and clothing.

Only when the protagonists quickly fall in love can he recover. By then, the divine power set in the book should also return.

Although he has no self-pity because of his disability, he must strive for the opportunity to recover.

What's more, he originally wanted the protagonists to confirm their relationship as soon as possible and not to mess with him all the time.

He was very interested in Yue Xiaohan's appearance: "You said you were out of town before, and you won't leave this time, what are your plans?"