Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Yue Xiaohan cultivated the Ruthless Dao, he was no longer a disciple in Chen Mingzong, and he was also promoted to the Immortal Venerable, but in his own words, he still took some shortcuts in his cultivation, he did not dare to teach his disciples at will, let him He is very good at teaching farming, cooking and housework, but he is really not good at teaching other things.

So he invited himself to travel around to continue to practice Taoism, and Chen Mingzong agreed.

On Chimu Mountain, the foundation of the study had just been laid, but now it has been built into another small building.

This is also a two-story building, the first floor is transparent, with several large rows of bookshelves, and a copybook in the middle for Ye Xianzun to write and draw. There is a small table next to the window, which is specially used for tea tasting. Short, with a carpet underneath, and two bamboo cushions on the carpet.

Sit on the ground while tasting tea, the sun just falls on the cup, and when you are tired, you can pull over the blanket and put a few pillows on it, and go to sleep directly. The window lattice curtains gently brush your face, bringing lazy warmth.

If the curtains on the second floor are drawn, the light will be darker. There are two soft couches connected together in the hall. The middle armrest can be pulled up and lowered to form a small table where milk tea and cakes can be placed. There is a whole space opposite the soft couches. The wall is clean and flawless, if there is no light, there will be a stream of light slowly gathering.

After watching the movie twice with the colored silk, Yanjin understood the reason why the movie was created, and transformed into the same type of streamer and curtain. He didn’t need to click the arrow, and he could watch whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and finally After realizing the freedom of watching movies, as for the surprise of the colorful silk growing, he is not uncommon.

So this small courtyard in the middle of the mountain, here is a small two-story attic, with double swing chairs on the balcony, and a slide down from the second floor, the bathroom behind the house, and the bright kitchen in front of the house, surrounded by bamboo forests, next to Under a big oiled paper umbrella, there is a copybook and two chairs.

Sit here every day to enjoy flowers and drink tea, hold a cup of tea, and look at the towering green hills in the distance. Nearby, the lotus in the pool has already bloomed, the koi are playing, and water drops are falling on the lotus leaves. The cat climbed onto the top of the merry-go-round.

In my spare time, I go to the playground to play, and when I am tired, I go to the nearby bookstore to look at the video, and then draw the eyebrows and eyes of my lover with the evening sun.

The years are really leisurely.

Chen Mingzong told the world about the white jiao, and the people knew that the flood was caused by the white jiao. Counting up, they misunderstood the red dragon for 700 years.

So people re-enshrined the red dragon, invited out the dusty statue that had been handed down from their ancestors for a long time, and lit incense candles to worship and pray for blessings every day.

They said that the red dragon is in charge of the change of dynasties in the world, the rise and fall of the country, and if the world is in peace, that is the time for them and the people to live and work in peace.

They also told their descendants that a long time ago, their ancestors worshiped the red dragon, and they had seen the red dragon appear in human form. Adding some selfishness, besides Chang'an in the world, I also want to meet a lover who looks like a god.

So they not only use incense candles to pray for blessings, but also use red candles to pray for marriage, hoping that lovers will light candles in front of the window together one day.

This is a bit difficult for a god who is in charge of rise and fall, after all, at that time, Yan Jin himself didn't know what marriage meant, and he didn't know where lovers came from.

But people persevered and did not hesitate to pray with expensive chiseled gold and red candles. Later, he returned the merits and seemed to have contributed to some happy marriages.

This is another coincidence, he and Bai Jiao, one of them has changed dynasties, and the other has been in charge of the weather, but they both got married inexplicably.

No wonder later generations are always confused.

But he made a good marriage, and Bai Jiao made a bad marriage, and this is their difference again.

Later, Chilong was attacked, fell into a deep sleep, and took the blame, and there were fewer and fewer offerings in the world. Up to now, Chilong has rectified its name, and when people re-enshrine, there is only one place where the people see him in a hurry.

The people of Qi'an Town said that we locals always believe in our God.

They have never interrupted offerings.

Yanjin woke up for the first time and walked on the long street of Qi'an Town. The strong smell of incense candles filled the street, which is the proof of their offerings. The offerings turned into leaves on the trees. It is said that the local people are kind to him, because of this, if it were not for these promises, there would be no leaves on the tree, and he would not be able to grow anything, and he would probably starve to death from the moment he came out.

Not many people know Chilong's true face, and not many people know that Chilong has been in Chemu Mountain all the time, but this is their belief, and they did not listen to the rumors.

At this time, Yanjin stood in the small courtyard, holding the white-clothed fairy beside him, and the two watched the leaves on the tree grow more and more densely.

Ye Rongxue has already seen it clearly: "This tree was born because of you, and it is also born with a spirit. The leaves of the tree are their offerings to you. You are born by the offerings of humans, and the leaves are grown by the incense candles when people worship. Only the locals worship, and the smell of incense candles is not enough, you need to buy them yourself and light them under the tree, but now almost everyone is offering them, there is no need to light incense candles anymore, they will grow into leaves by themselves.”

As for the red candle that can double the leaves, and even the base of the red candle can give birth to things in the field, it is because the people know that Chilong still wants to pray regardless of marriage, and this wish is even stronger. The merit received will be even greater.

"But..." Ye Rongxue sighed, "There are too many leaves now, and I'm afraid they won't be used up. Can this tree bear so many leaves?"

The leaves are all over the branches, but they are still growing.

Yanjin hugged him and smiled, raised her finger: "Look."

Ye Rongxue raised her eyes and saw a leaf growing slowly, this leaf was the one at the end of the branch, after it grew, there seemed to be no place to grow on the tree.

When the leaves are fully grown, the mountain wind blows, the leaves rustle, and all of a sudden, all the green leaves disappear, turning into a tree full of colorful silk, pea green, green onion, peach red, lotus root powder, black, Red gold... All kinds of colors have appeared before.

But they have never appeared together like this time, nor have they hung full of trees like this.

The colored silk flutters in the wind like a light gauze, adding a touch of colorful but extremely soft colors like a fairy tale to the small courtyard.

Ye Rongxue looked at these colorful silks, and saw that there were no leaves growing on the branches. He remembered that Yan Jin had told him before that he had seen some temples in other worlds, and there would always be trees full of colorful silks inside, which were all hung by people. Blessings, wishes are written on many colored silks with pens.

Oh, and they also have heart locks on them.

In fact, this is also the case here. People's prayers are turned into colored silk and hung on the trees in the small courtyard of Shenmei's house.

Later, the god was almost hungry, and these prayers became his source of life, but at that time, there were so few offerings that there were always not enough leaves, so he had to light incense candles to worship himself.

Yan Jin said: "The world worships me, and I bless the world, but now I have received enough offerings, and I don't need to rely on these leaves, so they return to the body of the colored silk, and there will be no more leaves. They will not become seeds anymore, they will always float on the tree, gorgeous and romantic."

"That……"

"Look again." Yan Jin laughed again, and led him to the edge of the field, "What do you want now?"

Ye Xianzun frowned and pondered for a moment: "A Chinese cabbage?"

"Okay." Yan Jin waved his hand, and immediately a Chinese cabbage grew in the first row of fields.

Ye Rongxue said again: "Ten pots of flowers."

Yanjin waved again, and ten small buds slowly sprouted from the fourth row, and soon they grew into cinnabar plums, even the flower pots grew.

Ye Rongxue was shocked, and said again: "An animal."

After waving, the eighth row quickly grew an egg, the eggshell was broken, and a goose with white fluff came out of it.

The immortal said again: "Build him a place to live?"

Yan Jin moved his arms again, and a straw shed similar to a chicken coop grew out in the sixth row. He glanced at the side of the duck house, and the side of the duck house was immediately flooded with light. When he touched the grass shed again, the grass shed flew by itself. passed.

"So, now you don't need to turn over the leaves to plant silk and satin, you can have whatever you want?"

"Well, but it doesn't mean that you can get whatever you want. He still follows the law of what will grow in each row. Those that should grow vegetables will only grow vegetables, and those that should grow building materials will only grow Building materials, and... I can't decide what will grow, he will still let us open the blind box."

For example, he did not intend to grow a goose.

But at least, there is no need to count how many joss sticks and leaves are left today, and there is no need to wait for time to plant something, and you will get something immediately.

Even a god can’t create things out of thin air. He’s not a god who wants nothing and needs nothing. He still has to live with his immortals, but sometimes he doesn’t need to spend money to buy things he needs, and he doesn’t have to wait any longer. As long as you wave your hand, it can grow in this field, which is very good.

Ye Rongxue still has a question: "This tree was born because of you, and it has spiritual energy, so it helps you carry the wishes of the world. Then why can this field grow so many strange things?"

Yan Jin looked at the red soil in the field, and smiled: "This field has a deeper relationship with me, he...was stained with my blood back then."

"When you were injured?"

"Well, he has my blood flowing, so naturally he has to take care of me." Yan Jin laughed again, making the people around him happy, "Do you think that I am a treasure all over?"

Ye Rongxue was really amused, but there were still tears in his eyes, he felt sorry for Yan Jin who had been sleeping forever.

But fortunately, the long-sleeping person has woken up, the courtyard is full of breeze, and the colored silk is clear.

The newly added gosling was crying for food.

He hurried to feed, and while feeding, he thought of another question: "By the way, your scale armor was given to Qing Hengjian and to me. Your blood has stained the field, so now, you are still a good dragon." ?"

Flame Ember: "..."

He opened his sleeves: "Then you have to check, am I missing something?"

"No need, no need." Ye Xianzun looked up, in broad daylight, indecently, "I know you are a good dragon."

After feeding the goslings, he ran under the tree to look at the colorful silk: "Can I also write wishes and hang them on it, praying to the gods?"

Yanjin frowned slightly: "But am I right in front of you?"

What do you want, how can I not agree?

Ye Rongxue pursed her lips: "That's different."

He grabbed a pen and paper, found a piece of colored silk, wrote down the words, and hung them on the branches.

Yan Jin asked, "What wish do you wish for?"

Xianzun raised his eyebrows: "Marriage."

"what?"

"Didn't it mean that those who have met you hope to meet a lover like you? I want to tell them that this wish can only be fulfilled by me." Ye Rongxue looked back and smiled.

There is no one like you, you are unique, and you will never be found again in the world.

He wants to tell the world: Your gods are mine.

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There is also a chapter outside the story, which is some follow-up daily life.

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