Jian Zun, your sword spirit is the villain!

The spring breeze is coming, warming the flowers.

The sword spirit was wrapped in a long cloak, lying on Xie Cangshan's arms.

The color of the cloak is light, and it is transformed by spiritual power. The bright morning light interweaves through the spiritual threads. In front of the eyes of the sword spirit, it hides a hazy and colorful world.

Just like a person who has been in a dark environment for a long time cannot suddenly see the light with his eyes, a spirit body that has not been in contact with the spiritual power of the living source for a long time also needs a period of time to buffer the sudden flow of spiritual flow around it.

Xie Cangshan didn't rush to send spiritual power to this spiritual creature, he just stayed in a stable place and came slowly.

The spirit body that has soaked in the abyss of the sky for a hundred years is as cold as ice, and the monk's body temperature is not high, but he still holds this spirit body firmly.

The chilly spring breeze in the world couldn't reach Chu Lanyin's cheeks, but the spiritual power of good fortune was passing through his robe, and was absorbed by him bit by bit.

And compared to the spiritual flow, he prefers to listen to the spiritual sounds next to his ears.

That was the heartbeat of the human race.

From the fields in full spring to the bustling towns, the sound of heartbeat rings powerfully in my ears.

Jian Ling was a little sleepy after listening.

But he didn't dare to sleep that much.

Sword spirits don't know dreams, but what if?In case he is that special dreaming spirit, or has finally gone mad in the dark bottom, will this journey, this person, disappear like foam in black water when he wakes up.

"What's wrong?" Xie Cangshan noticed the ups and downs of the sword spirit's aura, thinking that he was startled by walking too fast, lowered his head and said: "I'll slow down, if you feel uncomfortable, just pull my sleeve?"

As soon as the words fell, the sleeves were pulled.

Xie Cangshan did not ask a spirit who had not spoken for a hundred years to speak. In fact, it was already surprising to him that this spirit, which had endured calamity for no reason, could still retain its mind. It was even more so that it almost had an occupational disease on the spot. I would like to invite this sword spirit Do a case interview.

But then he laughed about his faults, and after laughing for a while, his eyes darkened again.

He just applied to check the past of this sword spirit.

An order sheet was opened in the sea of ​​consciousness.

After Xie Cangshan read the order, he felt a little regretful, why he didn't scold Taihui just now.

Simply quit, and the mouth is banned, but the worst thing is to be thundered.

Afterwards, he typed a report on the matter, and even though he knew that there was a high probability that nothing would come to nothing, he still submitted it to the headquarters of the Chuanshu Bureau.

The karma of Heavenly Dao is not wrong on the books, and the liquidation is zero, perfect.

But this sword spirit, following the moment it was cleared, was forever separated from cause and effect.

Taihui has never liked these second-level creations, and he is quite polite to Xie Cangshan's number A999. In his own territory, as long as he does not break the law, the data is clean, and the cause and effect are clear, he will be imprisoned. In the abyss of the sky, if you can't kill this spirit, you can also see it as pure.

Good one, out of sight is out of sight.

Jian Ling felt uncomfortable, Xie Cangshan sat down at a noodle stall by the side of the road, and ordered a bowl of plain noodles.

The noodle stall is run by an old couple. Xie Cangshan is a regular customer here, and he would come here to eat bowls of noodles every morning.

The boss has known him for a long time, seeing that he came so early today, he even hugged someone, and that person looked thin and weak and seemed to have some kind of injury, so he hurried over and asked, "Oh, Xiao Xie, what's the matter?" ? Do you want Uncle to call for help?"

Xie Cangshan said: "Thank you Uncle Li, he is sleepy."

While speaking, he placed the sword spirit in a sheltered position, and after making sure that the sword spirit could sit firmly, he drew a pattern in mid-air with both hands.

This town has been around for a long time, although it is not as prosperous as it used to be, but it is not strange to practice cultivation. Besides, there are many academies in the town that have cultivated many sects of great monks. Many people came from afar and deliberately sent their children here to listen to the lecture.

Xie Cangshan is currently a master of mathematics at the Baishui Academy in the town. He said he came from a small sect of cultivation and his health is not good, so he no longer pursues the great way of longevity, but only wants to live comfortably and comfortably for the rest of his life.

On his side is the Gu Ling Formation, but Boss Li is still confused and said, "Ah? Sleepy?"

"Lao Li, give me a hand, I'll wipe the table."

Aunt Li, who was laying down the strips, pulled Lao Li away without saying a word, and with a rag in her hand, she wiped the tables to shine.

When they got to the edge of Xie Cang Mountain, the speed slowed down, and they probed while wiping.

After Xie Cangshan put down the hood of the cloak for Sword Spirit, Aunt Li's eyes lit up immediately, and she exclaimed, "What a handsome young master!"

Chu Lanyin blinked.

"Where is the young master from? Are you related to Xiao Xie? Are you here for a short stay or a long-term stay? Do you have a wife?" Aunt Li asked a series of questions eagerly, speaking so fast that the sword spirit couldn't digest them at all.

So he blinked again.

Aunt Li: Be good, the young master is a little silly.

She raised her head to look at Xie Cangshan, her gaze was filled with words: Although my aunt believes in your character, didn't you really kidnap a fool from somewhere?Kidnapping is against the law, you should bring it as soon as possible.

Xie Cangshan smiled helplessly: "He is a spirit, he hasn't come out for a long time, and he hasn't slowed down yet."

Aunt Li is a person who has seen the world, and she even knows some simple fairy spells. Although she rarely sees such creatures as spirits, she is not too surprised.

Turning her eyes, she saw the jet-black Lan Yin sword in Xie Cangshan's hand, then looked at Chu Lanyin, leaned over and said quietly to Xie Cangshan, "Xiao Xie, I don't know that coal tongs can also become spirits?"

Chu Lanyin who was listening to the spirit voice: ...

Xie Cangshan finished drawing the solid spirit array, took Chu Lanyin's hand, put the colorful and flowing small circle in the sword spirit's palm, and asked, "Can I strengthen it myself?"

Chu Lan looked at the monk's movements, and thought he would directly shoot the circle, but it doesn't matter if he shoots directly, his spirit body is enough... No, Chu Lan glanced at the "coal tongs" and realized it later I found that I was no longer such a powerful sword.

He lowered his head and looked at the circle in his palm sullenly.

Serving plain noodles, Xie Cangshan added a big spoonful of spicy peppers, and was about to take a sip, but heard rustling sounds from the sleeves.

He looked down, and the sword spirit fumbled for his sleeve, as if he wanted to pull it, but didn't really use any force.

Xie Cangshan has never been in contact with spiritual objects before, after all, they are a very rare race, and most of them are in charge of people from "Dao of Destiny".

According to the "Cang Sheng Dao" manual, spirits are not easy to get close to people, just like cats, too enthusiastic will attract his guard.

What's more, he saw that the sword was thrown into the abyss of the sky by the sword master himself. Even if he has no feelings for the sword master, it should be difficult to get close to the human race.

But when he noticed the small movements of the sword spirit, Xie Cangshan suddenly realized that he might be wrong.

It's not that they are not close to people, but they have never been treated well by others.

Xie Cangshan put down his chopsticks, held the sword spirit's hand and crushed the circle.

The aura merged into the spirit body, and he said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of the sword body."

Chu Lanyin didn't understand what he meant by "handling".

It can be regarded as processing by throwing it into a furnace for recasting, taking its iron material from Jiutianyou, or burning out meritorious spirits.

So he silently absorbed the Guling Formation on the side.

Later, according to Chu Lanyin's recollection, she was not clear-headed at the time, and her mentality was rather confused.

Probably: I also want to have a good meal before I die!

Xie Cangshan was very hungry, he hurriedly finished a bowl of hot noodles, put down the copper coins, greeted him, turned around and picked up the sword spirit again.

Chu Lanyin snuggled into his arms, and heard the powerful heartbeat again.

The spirit body, which was gradually filling up, seemed to be completely relaxed because of that "treatment".

Lingbo of various colors came from all directions, it was the yelling of vendors on both sides of the streets in the town, the sound of children running to school, and the sound of paper pinwheels on haystacks spinning.

If he could disperse here, he would not feel much regret.

Because Chu Lan was drowsy, she fell into a solid sleep in the early spring of the awakened world.

Jianling slept like this for two days and one night.

When I woke up again, it was already the evening of the second day.

Chu Lanyin sat up straight from a human couch, and then stopped moving.

Xie Cangshan, who was sitting at the round wooden table, gave a "puhhh" smile, amused by the sword spirit's sudden turn on and then standby.

He turned his head to the void and continued talking, sighed, and said: "There is no impulsive consumption, and my points can't be used up. You don't allow non-working personnel to exchange points for local currency, and the pension is still in arrears. I want to eat every day now." Meat is not acceptable, the tea leaves are not soaked, drink plain water instead, to put it in fashionable words, it means that the listener will cry and the hearer will be sad, and I am not allowed to use the hard-earned points to buy some good things?"

"Confirm exchange, repeat, confirm exchange."

Chu Lan looked over slowly because of the sound, and saw the monk talking to himself in the air. After a moment of silence, he lay down again, thinking: It's over, one sick person will come again, Jian Shengte Colorful, destroy it hahaha.

After finishing talking, Xie Cangshan said to Sword Spirit: "Wait a moment, I'll go pick up a courier."

Then Sword Spirit heard a loud voice coming from the door: "Sharpen the scissors! Knife—vegetable—knife—"

Xie Cangshan pushed the door out and said, "Here!"

Chu Lanyin: ...

Close your eyes and wait for death.

The monk hurried back, and when he came back, he had a strangely shaped spirit stone in his hand.

...Is this my fault?

Chu Lanyin thought for a while and sat up again.

He tried to speak, but found that he didn't seem to remember how to speak, "Ahhh" for a long time, but he didn't make a sound.

Xie Cangshan saw that he was about to stretch out his hand to choke his neck, so he took a step forward, held down his wrist, and said: "It's the spiritual flow, your spiritual power is condensed on the original spiritual power, and it condenses into a block, and it will take a while to recover Flowing through the spirit body, vocal cords, cough, don’t worry about the voice, you gesture for me, if I’m right, you just nod, if you’re not right, you shake your head, okay?”

Chu Lanyin raised her eyes and looked at the monk in front of her.

The color of his spirit thread is very beautiful, intertwined and patchwork, but not tight, and many places even seem to have disconnected traces, which were reconnected by some silver spiritual light.

The spiritual atmosphere contained in it is pure and deep, and it flows repeatedly in a way that he has never seen before.

Xie Cangshan took the Lan Yin sword from the table and sat on the edge.

He has a dark sword in his left hand, and a strange spirit stone with many edges and corners in his right hand.

Jianling looked to the left and thought: It's so ugly.

Looking to the right, he nodded to Xie Cangshan.

Meaning: Come on, I'm ready!

"You know what I'm going to do?"

Xie Cangshan laughed dumbly, put the Lan Yin sword horizontally in front of Chu Lan Yin, pointed to the spirit stone, and said: "This is more difficult to explain, but it can wear off the old rust on your sword, and the spirit body Body-sense connection, if I rub it directly, it will scare you, you hold this, and then I will hold your hand, if it is heavy, you can control it.”

The spirit stone was placed in Chu Lanyin's hands like a circle, and Xie Cangshan moved a little closer to the couch, half-sitting behind the sword spirit, with his palm on the back of his hand, slowly clenched the spirit stone, and brought the spirit stone closer to Lanyin. Because of the sword.

Chu Lanyin's body tensed up.

"Not afraid."

Xie Cangshan held his hand, and sharpened the faded Lan Yin's blade with a spirit stone.

Ding--

Chu Lan was taken aback.

A flash of light flashed across his eyes.

Seeing this, Xie Cangshan smiled and said, "Did you feel it?"

The first sharpening was not heavy, and the range was not too large, but there was still a slightly sunken pit suddenly appeared on Hei Pupu's sword, and a cold light shone in the pit, which was the light of Qiushui sword who fought for the front in the past.

"Your name is Chu Lanyin?"

Xie Cangshan wanted to say something to distract Sword Spirit, and said, "Sorry, I read your past without your consent."

The deep and magnetic strings plucked in my ears.

"...I think that the sword master's actions are not what you want, and the sword master's karmic sins are not your evil. After grinding away the Yin embroidery, you swallow this spirit stone. In the future, you can hold the sword master even if you don't want the sword master. Your sword comes and goes freely in Taihui."

--what?

Jian Ling stared at him blankly.

Xie Cangshan was probably touched by his expression, and said in a low voice: "Sword Spirit, you have suffered a lot."

After a pause, he polished Lan Yin's sword into a ray of light, and said: "You have suffered because of the karma of a hundred thousand people."

Sword Spirit turned his head sideways, and the forehead touched Xie Cangshan's drooping temple hair.

If he could see it, he would find that the monk pursed his lips with a serious expression, but there were so many sadness.

Heavenly Tribulation blocked the evil gas flow star stone in Taiyi World, and a hundred thousand karma was settled in one stroke.

But the sword spirit is also one of the common people.

Chu Lanyin wanted to say, I have never tasted the taste of "bitterness".

But for some reason, after hearing what he said, Jian Ling suddenly felt a strange feeling in his chest.

To describe it concretely, it's like rubbing a piece of paper hard, and then letting it unfold naturally, the crumpled ball slowly expands, and at the same time makes a small clicking sound.

It's like blinking, the faint sound when tears leave the eye sockets and fall.

At that time, the sword spirit didn't know that this kind of emotion was called "sadness".

It is when everyone feels that the way of heaven has abandoned them outside the law, which is the destiny of heaven and should be taken for granted.

Even he himself has become accustomed to the guilt of karma, and when he felt that this should be the case, there was a person who suddenly said to him: "You have suffered", the kind of heart-wrenching sadness.

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