Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Yanjin heard his movements: "This... I offended you. If you don't like me touching you, then I won't touch you in the future. I almost know the size. Don't hide, go back to sleep first."

Qing Heng pushed aside the hanging clothes: "I...I'll wait a while."

This form, that table is not convenient for sleeping, and he doesn't know when to restore the sword body, it seems that he can't control it at this time.

Yan Jin walked over with a cane, and was about to take off his clothes when he heard a voice from inside: "Don't come here again."

His footsteps stopped: "I really can't see anything."

"That's also... It's not okay anyway."

"Okay." Yan Jin turned around, leaned against the tree and continued to cut bamboo, after cutting for a while, leaned forward slightly, "Can you transform into a human form?"

Qing Heng was startled, and stared into his eyes: "Yes... yes, but I can't be sure when, why... what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm thinking that you are a sword now, so you are so shy, what if you become a human in the future?" He shook his head, "I am looking forward to what you will look like when you become a human."

Qing Heng looked into the water again, there was a faint reflection, only a black outline, he touched his face, one nose and two eyes.

Yanjin cut four pieces of bamboo, burned them to shape, polished them and fixed them with nails, and a simple bamboo scabbard was ready. He held it up: "Qingheng, do you want to try it?" try?"

Qing Heng slowly poked his head out from behind his clothes, but he didn't move.

Yanjin couldn't hear any movement: "Don't like it?"

"No..." He calmed himself against the cold wind, closed his eyes again, and with a "shua", finally recovered the blade and flew over in a hurry.

Yanjin put on the scabbard for him. After all, it is a famous sword and it needs a scabbard to match it. It was much more elegant than wrapping it in a skirt. Withdrawing his hand again, he patted his head: "For you, this should be warmer than a cloth lapel, right?"

Qing Heng turned around, but felt that the cold wind no longer penetrated into the sword, he replied softly: "Yes." Then said, "Thank you."

"I should also thank you, you have been my eyes for a long time." Yan Jin smiled, "If one day I can see, I hope that the first thing I see is you." He stretched himself, "Let's go back to the house and sleep. "

Qing Heng followed behind him, and transformed into a human figure in a blink of an eye. He lowered his head and opened his sleeves, only to see a long sleeved gown with a white background, embellished with green bamboo leaf patterns from top to bottom, and a white jade and green tassel ring hanging from the waist. , under the bright moonlight, standing in the lush mountains and forests, it seems to be all in one color, and it is also eye-catching.

He stroked his hair, which was loosely held by a bamboo green wooden hairpin, and the rest hung down on his shoulders, blowing gently with the wind.

When Yan Jin turned his head, he immediately recovered the blade and followed him into the house.

Yanjin lit a small fire for temporary lighting. He didn't need light, but he needed it if he wanted to come to Qingheng.

The fire was ignited, and the heat sprayed on his face. He was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand to wave the flames, was stunned for a while, and said with a smile, "You know, I seem to be able to feel a little light."

Qing Heng asked, "How did your eyes become blind?"

Yan Jin was lying on the bed, leaning on his arm and turned to him: "The author wrote it... No, probably... There is no reason, but it depends on the writer."

"What's wrong with that leg?"

"do not know either."

"..."

"But... it will be fine."

At dawn the next day, the four leaves turned into lotus root pink satin, and a new incense candle grew out, with 23 leaves left.

According to past experience, the lotus root pink silk and satin must be planted in the fourth row of the field, watered as needed, a total of four bowls of water were handed over, and seedlings grew in the evening.

Turn over another leaf, there are no vegetables at home, and I will grow vegetables tomorrow.

And this evening the fruit is also ripe. A small tree grew ten apricots. He just picked them off. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Yue Xiaohan came as promised. Seeing him holding a handful of bright yellow apricots, he wondered: "At the end of autumn Yes, this Xing'er seems to have grown a little later, but the climate on the mountain should be different from that on the bottom."

He looked around: "Is that all?"

"That's all, rare things are more valuable." Yan Jin said, "The price is the same as oranges."

It stands to reason that after the growth period, apricots can be sold more expensive than oranges, but for Yanjin, the two costs are the same, and there is no need to calculate them separately.

Yue Xiaohan paid 30 Wen, picked up his things and left, Yanjin hurriedly called him: "Didn't you go to Chen Mingzong?"

Chen Mingzong is not far away, after inquiring about the way, he can walk there in half a day, the young man sighed and said disappointedly: "I went, but they don't want me."

"why?"

"They said I was a miscellaneous spiritual root, I had no qualifications, and they wouldn't accept me."

"Didn't you name Ye Xianzun?"

"Ye Xianzun is willing to accept apprentices, but I don't even have enough thresholds. I was eliminated in the first round of tests. Xianmen said that no exception can be made." Yue Xiaohan turned around with Xingzi in his hand, "Forget it, I don't have this life, I'm still old Do things honestly, the Fang family has agreed to let me go to work, oh, by the way, Miss Fang said that she has kept your fruit for a long time, as long as you grow it, she will want it."

"Miss Fang is generous."

Yue Xiaohan thought for a while: "Actually, my uncle likes it. My uncle said that the fruits you grow have spiritual energy."

The growth process and required conditions of this field are different from ordinary fields. Naturally, there is aura, but ordinary people should not feel it.

"Young Master Fang is also a disciple of Ye Xianzun." Yue Xiaohan said.

Yan Jin was nodding his head, suddenly startled: "Is he Ye Rongxue's disciple?"

"Correct."

"Sure?"

"I'm sure, he was the one who told me how to go to Chen Mingzong, and he was the one who introduced Ye Xianzun to me..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Jin knocked on the bamboo pole, his expression quite angry: "Why did Ye Rongxue accept other disciples?"

Qing Heng coughed at the side, and finally said what he wanted to say before that: "Chen Mingzong Xianzun has no rule that only one disciple can be accepted. In fact, every Xianzun has many disciples under his sect."

"I thought this one was different." At first, Yan Jin read the book, only read the plot of the villain's appearance, didn't pay attention to the daily life of Xianmen, and thought that Yue Xiaohan was Ye Rongxue's only disciple.

After all, the other disciples are not mentioned much in the book, and according to the inherent thinking, it is only helpful for two people to get along with each other to cultivate their relationship.

But according to what Qing Heng said, even if they can worship Ye Rongxue as their teacher, they will listen to the teacher's lectures together like other disciples, without exception, they will not be paid special attention, and there will be no chance to get along alone.

If we must create opportunities, it seems... we really have to go out together to fight monsters.

"So, I have to sacrifice your love, right?" Yan Jin smiled, but that can be done slowly, the problem is that Yue Xiaohan can't even touch the threshold now.

He has also read some comprehension novels, and many protagonists were not favored at first, so he comforted him: "There is still a chance, don't give up."

Yue Xiaohan thought about it for a moment: "You two are also immortals, can I directly worship you two as teachers?"

"This..." Let the protagonist learn some skills first, and then go to Chen Mingzong, maybe he will pass, but even if Yan Jin wants to recruit disciples, he can't teach him much now.

Seeing his distressed face, Yue Xiaohan carefully stared at the sword next to him: "Then what about this immortal master?"

Qing Heng thought seriously: "Are you willing to learn how to change hairpins from me?"

Yue Xiaohan: "Apart from changing hairpins and swords, what else do you know?"

"Ah."

"..."

"Oh, no, I know some vegetables now, and I probably know how to farm."

Yue Xiaohan: "This... I will too."

He pursed his lips, and looked at Yan Jin again, "I'd better go to Fang's house to do something, I'm leaving first, if you two need to go down the mountain to find me at any time, I will definitely help if I can."

After he left, Yan Jin only felt that there was a long way to go to make the protagonists a pair, and it couldn't be completed in a short while.

He had to make sure that he could get on with his life before then.

Weigh the money in his hand. Now he has 30 cash. He needs to go down the mountain to purchase some items. Early the next morning, he saw that the seedlings with four leaves had not yet grown into fruits. The time must be longer than pink, and it will be tonight at the earliest to see what it looks like, so there is no need to worry now.

I lit incense sticks last night, originally there were 24 leaves, but I turned over one yesterday, added the original one, and the two leaves turned into blue satin, picked them off and planted them in the second row, poured two bowls of water, and waited for tomorrow morning. Vegetables will grow, while 22 leaves remain on the tree.

He was also ruthless, turning over four leaves today, not knowing what color silk and satin the five leaves could grow tomorrow, and what they could grow.

There are still three incense candles left, which are indispensable. The incense candles here are relatively cheap, one penny, one ten, and he will buy ten for the time being. Anyway, the incense candles cannot be lit at the same time. He used it every day, and bought some cotton batting for 25 renminbi. The wadding here is cheaper than cloth, and the coarse cloth in the town costs 100 renminbi a piece. His money is not enough to buy cloth, but the cotton wadding can be used as a bedding under the bed.

So there was still 4 Wen left, bought a few eggs, went home after purchasing, lit incense candles at night, and woke up the next day, the four-leaf lotus root pink satin had grown fruit, and he hadn’t touched it yet. , but Qing Heng said happily first: "It's a flower."

"What flower?"

"Orchid, Mo Lan."

"Molan..." Yan Jin laughed, "You don't know vegetables and fruits, but you are very familiar with flowers." He touched a cluster of long leaves, and a bunch of flowers in the middle, growing very well, and the rhizomes gathered together to form The clusters can be transplanted directly into pots.

"The leaves are dark green, and the flowers are jade white, which belong to the white ink in the ink orchid." Qing Heng said.

"Sounds quite expensive." Yan Jin thought, famous flowers are considered decorations in the homes of people who can't eat enough, they can't be eaten or used, but they are just icing on the cake in rich families, and some people don't hesitate to spend a lot of money just for the flowers to bloom for a while.

"I'm going to sell flowers today." Calculated, it takes two days and 48 hours for flowers to grow.

Today's vegetables are also ripe, and the red fruit, he touched it and smiled: "Tomatoes, you can scramble eggs."

The silk produced by the 5 leaves on the tree is silver vermilion, planted in the fifth row, plus one grew out, and there are still 18 leaves left. He turned over two more leaves and planted some fruits tomorrow.

As soon as he arrived at the foot of the mountain, someone wanted to pay 10 Wen to buy Molan. His voice sounded like a middle-aged man, with a strong middle breath and a lack of consonance.