Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

The book says that everything has animism.

Shen Zhexue got used to the monsters and goblins in the world of the book, but she never thought that one day she would witness the sword cultivator's sword becoming a spirit in situ and attached to its master.

Shui Qingqian saw that everyone looked at her inexplicably, and suddenly realized that the state was not right.

It suddenly lowered its head, saw its own hands spread out, its eyes widened in surprise, and touched its own cheek in disbelief, tears fell from its eye sockets again.

"How did I become like this? Who is this person, it looks so rough, hiccup! Have I become particularly ugly?"

Shui Qingqian Sword Spirit hiccupped from crying.

It angrily scolded Xie Zhuchun: "Did you do it! Gu Chun, you big villain, little brat, bastard!"

Xie Zhuchun had a "stop shouting" expression on his face.

Shen Zhexue also looked at Xie Zhuchun at this moment, and asked, "It calls you Guchun, why don't you explain?"

Shi Yuan stood aside and said, "Xiang Guchun, the great disciple of Hanshan Prime Minister's head, died in battle thousands of years ago in evil and chaos, and there are very few records left. What is your relationship with him?"

Hearing his question, Xie Zhuchun laughed self-deprecatingly: "It turns out that there are people who know him. I'm really flattered. No, or should I say..." He raised the corners of his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, and he paused for a while Only then did the following text roll out of my throat.

"It should be said that it is with honor."

"So you are..." Yuan Xiyan said the obvious answer, "His sword spirit?"

Xie Zhuchun is no different from ordinary people on weekdays, he breathes and his heart beats, laughs and laughs, idles around all day long, eats delicious food, and likes to play in the mountains and rivers.

No one would think of him in the direction of people other than me. He is even closer to ordinary people than monks who are devoted to the Tao.

"Yes, I am his sword, Gu Chunjian." Xie Zhuchun said calmly.

He probably didn't expect to reveal his identity in this place, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Gu Chunjian has existed for nearly a thousand years, but how can the transformation of a sword spirit be achieved in a thousand years? He has actually walked the world for less than a hundred years. He has learned the habits of the human race, and at this moment he is nervously clenching his sleeves.

Shen Zhexue thought for a while, and said: "What's the big deal? Mountains, flowers, wild trees, birds and animals, and even people can become ghosts after death. What's so strange about your sword spirit? Now let's take care of this place first, and This Qingshui girl."

It was the first time that Shui Qingqian was called a "girl", and the sadness just now disappeared suddenly.

In fact, the sword spirit has no gender, it's just that when it was born out of ignorance and chaos, the first thing it saw was the blue sky outside the sword pavilion, the autumn flowers knocked down the branches, and a group of little girls in white coats and blue skirts ran away Passing through the courtyard, the carp in the pond was alarmed.

They are like blue butterflies, and their laughter like silver bells is engraved in the mind of this sword spirit.

Shen Zhexue squatted down, took out a mirror from the storage card, and let the water reflect her own face.

Shui Qingqian poked her head to look, she was dumbfounded on the spot, couldn't hold back the tears just now, she cried, "What's the matter, what am I doing to the master, what about others, I took him away?"

It was about to touch the saber at its waist in a hurry, "What about me! I have such a long sword?!"

The tail sound was trembling, it looked at Shen Zhexue in fear, and asked: "Will the master of my self-destructive spiritual sense come out now? I'm so scared, what's going on here?"

Shui Qingqian speaks and behaves like a child, but Shen Zhexue didn't expect it to say such a thing.

He grabbed Shui Qingqian's cold hand and said, "Don't be afraid, do you still remember how your master came here?"

The sword spirit was in a panic, and Shen Zhexue didn't know how human aura would affect the sword spirit, so she just grabbed its hand and said, "You are worried about him, you are his sword spirit, Pei Jing has never been in danger. Chaos, don't be afraid, okay?"

This scene was really weird, Shui Qingqian sniffled, choked up and said: "Master, he is going to find Tianbiwa to apply frost. We just entered this secret realm and it was fine. After walking for a while, we arrived at this lake. I don't know." Knowing what the master saw, he walked into the lake, and I tried to pull him back, but I couldn't."

"Then there was a lot of water. The master used the trick to avoid water when he was awake, but we couldn't swim to the shore. After about twelve hours, suddenly a lot of tentacles appeared in the water, disturbing the water. , My eyes went dark, and when I woke up, it was like this."

Shi Yuan also patted Shui Qingqian on the shoulder, and took out a piece of jujube cake from his sleeve, "Don't panic, can you recall other details?"

Shui Qingqian pressed her head for a long time, and finally shook her head in frustration.

"Then do you remember when you fell into the lake?"

This Shui Qingqian can answer, "After the time mark yesterday, because the master will collect spirit dew during the time mark, and will use it as medicine for Brother Wen Shu in the future."

Shen Zhexue had already confirmed that there was no water vapor in the surrounding area. This place must be far away from Chongchou Lake. At that time, there was a stone wall at one end of the passage, so it could be seen that there was a teleportation array between Chongchou Lake and the secret passage.

The triggering of the teleportation array requires specific conditions, especially in a secret realm with its own laws. Only with the permission of the law of the secret realm can the monks' teleportation array work.

If what Shui Qingqian said is true, then Pei Jing fell into the lake almost at the same time as them the day before, but was trapped in the water for twelve hours, and was sent here together when they fell in.

Was it one of them that triggered the teleportation condition?

Shen Zhexue pressed down this thought, and said to Shui Qingqian: "You are a sword spirit, and you should know how to use spiritual power better than a monk. Try to condense your spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness and look inside."

Shui Qingqian seemed to trust him very much, closed his eyes and activated his spirit energy, and after a few inhalations, it said pleasantly: "Ah! I found my master, he seems to be lethargic, I will wake him up now!"

"Wait." Shen Zhexue stopped him: "The sleeping soul needs to rest. If he wants to wake up, he will wake up naturally. Now you don't know where the sword is going, and it is dangerous to leave the body rashly."

Xie Zhuchun was a little dazed, changed his usual noisy, lowered his eyes and fell silent.

Spiritual body wandering is an extremely risky thing, and if it is not done well, it will be wiped out.Shen Zhexue pointed at Pei Jing's brow, and asked softly, "Can I have a look?"

"Look." Shui Qingqian also raised her head slightly in cooperation, and asked obediently: "Can you ask brother Changting to come out and talk to me, I miss him so much."

"Clear and shallow." Xie Zhuchun said suddenly, "The Bie Chang Pavilion has been broken."

Shen Zhexue was sure that Pei Jing's soul was still asleep, and it could be concluded that he spent a whole day in the water avoiding water, and overdrawing his spiritual energy caused this phenomenon.

And Shui Qingqian is his sword, his sea of ​​consciousness is completely open to it, and the two get along harmoniously, there is no remnant of the sea of ​​consciousness after the seizure.

"I know." Shui Qingqian said sullenly: "But he has brother Changting's sword soul on him, I thought..."

Seeing that he was sad, Shen Zhexue said, "Maybe there will be a chance in the future. You have seen me summon Bie Changting out in the mirror, right? Don't be afraid, your elder brother Changting's breath is very mature and sophisticated." , maybe seeing you crying will teach you."

Shui Qingqian's mind is like a piece of white paper. It used to live in the Jiange for a long time, and later recognized Pei Jing as its master. The master's cultivation level will affect the spiritual wisdom of the sword spirit to a certain extent. No one knows the body, and no matter how talented Pei Jing is, after all, he is still young, so it is impossible for him to help this thousand-year-old spirit sword.

"No, brother Changting is very good at talking." Shui Qingqian stood up with Shen Zhexue, it was the first time it had a human body, and its movements were not coordinated, so it wanted to grab Shen Zhexue's clothes.

Shi Yuan helped it, and then Shui Qingqian remembered that he seemed to have done something like a wild wolf with his master's body in the secret passage, it blushed, and explained: "Just now, I didn't mean it, you There is a smell on my body, I don’t know how to describe it, maybe it’s the smell of wine from your human race? But it smells very good, and it’s very comfortable to smell. I’m not very conscious, so…”

Shen Zhexue signaled that nothing was wrong, and at the same time raised her hand to smell it. The smell was really complicated, including the smell of blood, chili noodles, cold Jiangnan, and cumin powder.

In short, it is very strange, but it does not have the aroma of wine that Shui Qingqian said.

There is no solution for the scent or anything, Shen Zhexue raised her head and looked around the room they were in.

The white jade walls, square tripods, and long-burning candles stay on day and night, bright and magnificent like large fires.

Shi Yuan walked to a jade tripod, and saw an inscription engraved inside the tripod, he carefully identified it, then turned his head and said to Shen Zhexue: "Master, there seems to be a song engraved here."

Qiao Tan and Yuan Xiyan also walked to the tripod, and the inscriptions were all music scores.

The tunes in the world of comprehension are different from Gongshangjiao Zhengyu, but this one is even more weird. Shen Zhexue looked at them one by one, and found that only the tripods in the east, west and south directions had engravings. The tripod in the north had no candles in it, and It is also blank.

Shen Zhexue's zither was thrown outside, and even if it was here, he didn't dare to play it well, he just played it in the air, humming the tune silently in his heart.

These tunes should not be passionate, but have a taste of water town minor tunes.

Shen Zhexue suddenly remembered that he had read a saying in a book, and with his fingertips condensed, he approached those inscriptions.

"This is..." Shi Yuan also imitated Shen Zhexue's movements, only to see that under the reflection of spiritual power, there were linked strokes emerging from those inscriptions, spreading across the inside of the cauldron.

"What do you think it looks like?" Shen Zhexue narrowed her eyes, Shi Yuan looked at it, and said, "Lotus and... what kind of plant is this?"

Inside the tripod is a picture of a lotus flower, which is very detailed, meticulously depicting lotus flowers of different shapes, and even the water drops on the petals are depicted delicately and vividly.

But this is only half of the lotus painting. The other half seems to be the mood of the person who carved the inscription. The more the inscription becomes more and more sloppy, the shape can still be seen at the beginning, but the lines are short and erratic. In the end, the flowers did not become flowers, and the leaves did not become leaves. , a mess, like a messy weed.

Shen Zhexue went to the other two tripods, mirrored them with spiritual power in the same way, and saw the same picture, but the content of the painting was different.

The one on Xie Zhuchun's side looks like a river, with luxuriant vegetation on both sides of the river, and a row of herringbone-shaped geese flying south in the sky, which is more realistic.

But Yuan Xiyan and Qiao Tan's paintings in the cauldron are more abstract, densely packed like aquatic plants, Shen Zhexue couldn't recognize them for a while.

On the contrary, Qiao Tan said: "Ah, this is water chestnut, look at the appearance of this flower plate and cockscomb, I planted it with my mother."

A thought flashed through Shen Zhexue's mind.

Ling, Jiang, He.

"Cailing, Shejiang and Yanghe, Yanghe Yang'a, and Guqu Yang'a Xielu deliberately engraved this..."

Perhaps the author of the book "Falling Immortal" is lazy, and there is not much originality in the poetry and poetry in and out of the book, otherwise the language and characters may change accordingly.

Shen Zhexue groaned in a low voice: "The food is ashamed, and there are some female singers. Chen Zhong plays the drum and makes some new songs. "Shejiang", "Cailing", promote "Hexie". This is... [1 ]”

He looked at the empty cauldron that was left.

"……spiritualism."

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*[1] From "Songs of Chu·Calling the Soul"