take care of yourself

Ying Yao didn't know why it was laughing like this, he called the Jiusu Sword twice, grabbed its red tassel and pulled it back into the body of the Jiusu Sword, bent down and poked Zhuo Yuanshan's heart.

The sword cultivator said: "Could it be that Uncle Zhuo is still jealous of a sword?"

Zhuo Yuanshan found that he had nothing to say, and he couldn't even find anything to threaten Ying Yao to stay with him. If he threatened him with his teacher, it might make him suspicious. It seemed that Zhuo Yuanshan There's nothing you can do except act like a baby, but it's absolutely impossible.

Moxiu felt that he was a little self-defeating, and when he was lost in thought, Ying Yao had already walked out of the door, put the sword on the table in the Plum Blossom Pavilion, and moved his body slowly.

He still retains some habits from when his cultivation base was not deep, such as moving his body before practicing swords, so as not to damage his muscles and bones, although he actually doesn't need it now.

Jiu Sujian watched him stretch his arm, and said in a breathless tone of laughter: "My Yao, I like you so much."

"Ah?" Jianxiu said subconsciously, "You are a good sword, and I like you too."

He picked up the World-Saving Sword and was about to start the most basic exercises.

The Jiusu sword was an inch shorter than the Wuzhi sword he used before. This kind of practice should have started earlier, but he was eager to get rid of the situation of being at the mercy of others. He only cared about honing his sword intent and wanted to become stronger. These basic skills really shouldn't be.

But now the sword repairer thinks that Zhuo Yuanshan is very cute, and he is even willing to spend part of his time practicing sword with Zhuo Yuanshan, so he doesn't feel that he is at the mercy of others, so he can calm down and practice the basics step by step.

Jiusujian vaguely sensed his thoughts, this time it made a joke of Zhuo Yuanshan in its heart, but Ying Yao didn't hear it.

Ying Yao took out a tattered boy serving sword from the mustard ring and put it on the open space outside the Plum Blossom Pavilion. Jiusujian looked at it for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking in horror: "What is this?"

Sword Attendant Boy is a wooden puppet that is about the same height as Yingyao, with two legs together, and a heavy semicircular iron block below the knee, which guarantees that no matter how hard it is hit, it can quickly return to an upright position status.

Generally speaking, sword servant boys are made of high-quality and hard wood engraved with magic circles. They hold swords in both hands, and their arms can be swung freely to counterattack. Some can even release some superficial spells. The necessary things, generally speaking, the more powerful the sword, the better the sword boy should be used as a companion when practicing swords.

But the Sword Attendant boy that Ying Yao used was for a sword cultivator who hadn't yet entered the Tao.

The sword boy's two wooden arms were wrapped with thick ropes, and a bunch of patches were applied to the joints, so they could only be stretched straight in front of him. The palm of his hand was simply a wooden lump that hadn't even been trimmed, and his neck and head were almost on the same side. Not only does he not wear a majestic iron mask on his face, but he also has no facial features. It looks like a flat wooden board inserted on it, with eyes, nose and mouth painted in bright colors.

If it wasn't for the red eyes, black nose, and white mouth, Jiu Su Jian would still admit that it was a human face.

Ying Yao calmly pressed back the two outstretched arms of the sword boy, took out a spirit stone, thought for a while and broke the spirit stone into two halves, then put one half back into the mustard seed ring, and stuffed the other half into the ring. It reached the position of the sword boy's heart.

Two faint blue lights shot out from the red eyes of the Sword Attendant Boy, and he waved his fist made of lumpy wood up and down.

Jiu Su Jian decided to give Ying Yao a bad idea: "You can ask Uncle Zhuo Shi for a better boy servant," he urged Jian Xiu, "Anyway, he has plenty of money."

Ying Yao let out a "huh": "What's wrong with it? It's beautiful and easy to use, why do you need to change it?"

Jiusujian didn't know if this sword boy was good or not, but it was shocked by the three words "good-looking", until Ying Yao raised his sword obliquely, and hit the sword boy impartially on the arm It was only after seeing the patch on the phone that he came back to his senses, and tried to focus on communicating with him.

Its own attributes are very compatible with Ying Yao's sword intent, so it's not too difficult to sit together with the human sword, but this time the saving sword is a bit distracted, it is thinking about a serious question:

Ying Yao said that Boy Shijian was good-looking, and that Zhuo Yuanshan was cute. Has his aesthetics been distorted by the love gu?That's too pitiful.

Jianxiu quickly noticed its inattention. He lowered his head to avoid the straight arm of the sword boy, backed out of its attack range, and asked Jisujian: "What's wrong today?"

Then he heard a question from Jiusujian.

Ying Yao couldn't help laughing: "It was drawn by my junior sister. I praised her for her beautiful drawing." He touched the spine of the Jiusu sword, "But Zhuo Yuanshan is really cute, look He peeked at me while sulking, doesn't he look like a steamed stuffed bun?"

Jisujian thought: How pitiful is the repair of the sword that has been affected by the love gu.

It took Ying Yao two hours to practice the sword, and he didn't stop until the half of the spirit stone he stuffed in was exhausted. He felt a little tired from saving the common sword. He had to admit that although the sword boy was a little ugly, he It was indeed quite useful, unlike the flashy ones he had seen before, and then it came up with a new idea.

"Look at this boy's material is so broken," it said sneakily, "you have to deliberately restrain your strength when you practice your sword, lest you break it with a sword, why don't you let your Uncle Zhuo bring some good materials to replace it?" , so that you don’t have to spend most of your energy on controlling your strength.”

Ying Yao was persuaded by it, he left the Sword Attendant Boy in the open space, put away the Saving Sword, patted his cuff, turned and walked towards Zhuo Yuanshan who was leaning on the door frame and looking at him, and happily grabbed his collar and kissed him. for a while.

Jianxiu's lips were warm and soft, and Zhuo Yuanshan was so dizzy from his kiss, he blurted out when he parted: "Let me help you refine the Sword Attendant Boy, its material is too broken...but you Promise me on one condition."

Ying Yao looked at him with a smile and asked, "What?"

Zhuo Yuanshan said in a tone that Ying Yao sounded urgently needing to be coaxed: "You have to put me in front of sword practice."

Ying Yao thought about it seriously for a while: "No," he said distressedly, "I have to practice swordsmanship for at least five days in a ten-day period, so I can accompany you for four days at most, and I have another day to see my master... Uncle Zhuo Shi, Are you angry? Come and kiss me to calm down."