After rebirth, the leader only wants to be with the shadow guard

Lou Jingyu put on his clothes and walked over to the bed. He smiled and hugged him from behind, pinched his waist, picked him up and weighed him.

"It's not heavy at all, but we eleven have grown a bit taller."

"Huh?" Ying Eleven blinked.

He got down from Lou Jingyu's arms and compared their heights in the mirror.

Originally it could only reach the master's lips, but now it can reach the tip of his nose.

I've really grown taller.

Lou Jingyu touched his head. He noticed that Eleven had grown taller when he was measuring his size for clothes.

Maybe the nutrition was not enough in the past, but now that I have been raising it for so long, I eat well, sleep well, and my three meals a day and sleep and rest schedule are very regular, so I will grow naturally.

After all, I'm at this age.

Although he has grown taller, he hasn't gained much weight and his waist is still so thin. Lou Jingyu is eager to feed him fatter.

Just then, some new autumn clothes were delivered, so Lou Jingyu asked Ying Shiyi to try them on to see if they fit him well.

Fortunately, the sizes are appropriate and the fabrics are very comfortable. Every piece that Ying Shiyi has tried on fits him well, making the boy's eyebrows and eyes look like picturesque and handsome.

Lou Jingyu couldn't help but hug him again.

His Eleven is good-looking, so naturally he looks good in anything he wears.

The weather is indeed a little cooler now, and the new clothes are delivered at the right time.

In addition to the robes for daily wear, he also sent several cloaks, either black or plain colors, which were very suitable for Ying Shiyi's personality.

Lou Jingyu told Eleven: "When the weather gets colder in the future, if you go out and it's cold, remember to put on a cloak to keep warm."

Ying Shiyi nodded to show that he remembered it. He knew that his master had always been very attentive to him and had considered every aspect.

My heart feels warm, warmer than the new clothes that were sent to me.

Lou Jingyu asked the maid to put Ying Shiyi's clothes away, and then took Ying Shiyi to have breakfast.

Lou Jingyu supervised him while he was eating. He picked up a fried dumpling for him and said, "You are not fat at all. Don't you know that I hold you every day? This is the only place on your body where you have some fat."

As he said this, he patted Ying Shiyi's lower back.

"This is the time when you are growing, you should eat more, okay?" He said this with all his heart.

Ying Shiyi laughed but couldn't refute. He had already confirmed that he had not gained weight, so he nodded and started drinking the porridge with the bowl.

He also picked up some fried dumplings for Lou Jingyu: "Master, eat more too."

After breakfast, Ying Shiyi went to practice sword as usual. Lou Jingyu did not accompany him as he reviewed two memorials.

Just as he was about to look for Ying Eleven after reviewing it, someone else came to Canglan Palace to ask for a meeting, saying that he was there to deliver a sword.

The seriousness on Lou Jingyu's face finally faded a little.

This sword is the Chixiao Sword that Qiao Shuhe had returned to him before, and he wanted to give this sword to Eleven.

But after all, this sword has not been used for many years. Although it is still sharp, Lou Jingyu is not such a careless person that he would directly give a dusty sword to Eleven.

After receiving the sword, Lou Jingyu immediately had the Chixiao Sword sharpened and repaired.

He found the best swordsmith in the world, and the journey back and forth, plus the effort of recasting and repairing the sword, took more than a month, and it was finally delivered today.

Lou Jingyu opened the sword box and held the Chixiao Sword in his hand.

The hilt of the sword had been recast and fit perfectly in the hand. The black iron felt cold to the touch but gradually became warmer after a while.

The intricately carved patterns swirl smoothly on the hilt, and the two characters "Chixiao" are printed in seal script on the flat side of the hilt.

Lou Jingyu carefully examined the entire sword, but did not unsheathe it. He had to let his Eleven draw the sword himself.

He used his inner strength to sense through the scabbard, and only after making sure that there were no flaws did he put the sword back into the sword box, then went to find Ying Eleven with the sword box in his hand.

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Ying Eleven was waving a sword in the open space outside the palace. Every move was sharp and decisive. His expression was serious and cold. His eyes and body moved with the sword, very flexibly.

The sword energy caused the leaves on the branches nearby to fall off, as if it was raining.

When Lou Jingyu came over, he did not disturb him, but watched him from the side, waiting until he finished practicing this move before walking over.

"master."

Ying Shiyi put away his sword and turned around to see him. He put down his sword and went to meet him.

He saw the sword box in Lou Jingyu's arms at a glance.

It's a bit strange.

The master's Canglan sword was usually placed on the Lanqi in the hall. Eleven knew that he didn't use the sword very often.

The power of Beidong Bahuang is stronger than a sword, and it does not require any external assistance.

"What is this?" he asked.

Lou Jingyu first wiped the sweat off his forehead before answering: "Open it and take a look."

Ying Shiyi listened to him, opened the sword box, and saw the sword shining with cold light inside.

This is not the master's sword, he thought.

The sword was very smooth from the scabbard to the hilt, and the material looked quite special, something Ying Eleven had never seen before. One could tell at a glance that this sword was no ordinary item.

Ying Shiyi was a little confused: "Master?"

Lou Jingyu took the sword out of the sword box and put it in Ying Shiyi's hand.

"Remember when you were sick, I said I would give you a gift?"

Ying eleven nodded.

But he thought the rabbit lantern and dough figurine were gifts.

Lou Jingyu seemed to know what he was thinking. He placed Ying Shiyi's hand on the hilt of the sword and said with a smile, "Shiyi deserves to be satisfied. This is the real gift for you - Chi Xiao."

Chi Xiao?

It turned out to be Chi Xiao!

Ying Shiyi looked at the sword in his hand and his heart moved.

Such a precious sword would actually appear in his hands one day, and he would actually own it.

Ying Shiyi felt a little unbelievable. He looked at Lou Jingyu, then looked at the sword in his hand.

The little expression made Lou Jingyu laugh.

Which swordsman doesn't love swords, let alone the legendary Chi Xiao.

"Try it."

Lou Jingyu held Ying Shiyi's wrist and guided him to grip the hilt of the sword with force and move it outward.

The sun was shining brightly at this time, and Chi Xiao slowly unsheathed his sword, but suddenly a chill arose from it, and after a moment it seemed to melt and entangle with the warm sunlight.

Ying Shiyi touched the blade of the sword, and it was not cold, but hot.

It's really strange.

No wonder he is called Chi Xiao.

Ying Eleven held his breath and focused his eyes on the sword.

After being reforged, Chi Xiao's sword blade became more dazzling than when Qiao Shuhe sent it to him.

The Chixiao sword came out, a rainbow of light flashed, and it was easy for it to cut through iron like mud.

Ying Shiyi's eyes lit up, he took the sword in his hand and swung it, he felt that this sword was very different from the sword he usually used.

"Master, where did this sword come from?"

Ying Shiyi was a little curious because the Chixiao Sword had not appeared in the world for a long time.

Lou Jingyu held his sword-holding hand and explained, "This sword used to be my mother's sword, but after the Chiyang Sect was established, she focused on studying internal skills and had fewer and fewer opportunities to use the sword. After she left Linggu Mountain completely, she returned the sword to Sect Master Qiao of Linggu Mountain."

Then he added teasingly, "When Qiao Shuhe came to the Chiyang Sect to pay tribute to his mother, he returned this sword to me. Our Eleven was not happy at that time. Was he jealous at that time?"