After becoming the paranoid sword spirit

Ji Shubai had a dream. In the dream, Master went to the border and never came back for a long time.

It was reported that some immortal master died again, and the surrounding atmosphere became panicked.

Ji Shubai pressed the sword in his hand against the opponent's jaw. Although he couldn't see the opponent's expression, there were cheers from the people around him.

"Uncle Master is really strong!"

"That's right! How many rounds has this uncle won in a row?"

"210 seven games!"

So the sound of admiration and praise came again.

They were not like this from the beginning, they were obviously the same age, why could he, Ji Shubai, be the sole heir of Wuming Peak, and they even called him Shishu when they saw him?Who came here was not the proud son of heaven, so there was strong dissatisfaction in his heart.

So one by one started to challenge. At the beginning, many people still looked down upon them a little, but as time went on, after losing one by one, their mentality had already changed from the initial contempt to the present admiration.

The strong are respected, and this is the case in the world of cultivating immortals.

"Uncle Master's sword is different from ours, have you noticed?"

"That's natural. Uncle's sword was obtained in the Sword Tomb."

"What's so strange about that? Isn't our sword also obtained from the Sword Tomb?"

"How can this be the same! The sword on the uncle's body has a sword spirit inside!"

"Wow! Tell me what's going on?"

Ji Shubai ignored the surrounding voices and returned to Langxuan Courtyard.

"When will Master come back?" His tone was calm, but his hand was slightly tighter.

Mingyue sighed, and said: "The elder didn't reply, so he probably won't come back in this period of time."

Ji Shubai lowered his eyes and said a faint "hmm". He usually goes to the courtyard to practice swords at this time, but now he is standing in the courtyard, but he has no emotion to practice swords.

On the day Master left, he held Master's hand, hoping that Master could take him to the border to deal with the demons, but Master thought it was dangerous there, so he let him stay in Xuantian Sect to practice peacefully .

If...if he was stronger, could he be with Master...

The sword in his hand may have sensed Ji Shubai's emotions, and trembled for a moment with a "hum--", the silver sword light flashed, the blade was like snow, and a cold light appeared from the edge of the sword.

The silver sword energy turned into a man in front of Ji Shubai. The man had beautiful long silver hair and was wearing a white robe. The breeze blew slightly, and his sleeves swayed gently with the wind. The long silver hair was like night sky. Under the bright moonlight, the whole person exudes holiness and immortality.

"Master, you have made great progress recently, why don't you practice swords anymore?"

The sword spirit didn't care about Ji Shubai's face, and sat casually on the stone bench next to him. Seeing that the other party ignored him and was not annoyed, he propped his chin and laughed: "Could it be that the master is thinking about the matter with the master again?"

"No." Ji Shubai replied quickly, but was trying to hide it.

The sword spirit didn't believe the other party's answer, put his hands on his chest, and said: "Then master, do you want to give me a name?"

Thinking about it, he is really the worst sword spirit in the entire fairy world. After cultivating in the sword mound for a hundred years, he finally turned into a spirit, but was pulled out by the injured Ji Shubai when he encountered Tianlei dying. What happened to human blood, the blood stained the sword, and it was forced to recognize the master.

This person has great potential, and it's not a loss to recognize him as the master, but why are you so lazy to choose a name after you have such an excellent sword? ?

This is too much!

"Master, since you don't name me, then I can only name myself." Jian Ling yawned lazily, thinking of something, and said with a flash of light in his eyes: "Since it is Sword Spirit , naturally want to become the strongest sword spirit, there is a domineering aura in this world called Wangba Qi, how about I call it Wangba?"

Wang Ba... Wang Ba...

"..." Ji Shubai fell into silence for a while, and said: "You are called Yuanqing, which means a short time, no matter how far the distance is, you can come back in a short time."

Yuan Qing rubbed his chin, thoughtful.

In the past few years, he never slacked off, practiced every day, named the sword, and won the favor of the entire Wuming Peak. Everyone saw him and thought he was a good boy who was not good at talking and waiting for his master to return.

Only he himself knows that he is not.

He will deliberately pretend to be afraid of thunder, just to hide in Master's arms on purpose, he will deliberately pretend to be afraid of night, just so that he can sleep with Master, he will deliberately stay awake for a few days, pretending to be insomnia, and would rather be in the sword competition If you are injured, you have to climb onto Master's bed.

He knew that Gu Qingyun was a person who was easy to soften his heart, and he also knew that if the other party heard him tell about his miss and grievances for Master these years, he would make the other party feel guilty.

But so what?

Ji Shubai "opened" his eyes. The person in his arms was so warm that it was impossible for him to let go. His fingers stretched out towards the other's face, and his fingertips greedily outlined the other's face, from the forehead to the bridge of the nose, and then to the lips. This part seems to be engraved in the mind.

He hugged the person in his arms tightly, smelling the other person's pleasant breath, and the gap in his heart was filled to the brim.

In the early morning of the second day, when he felt the loving eyes of the other party and the hand gently touching his head, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the development of the matter.

Gu Qingyun could feel the stiffness of the person in his arms, without thinking too much, looked at the other person with an extremely kind look, rubbed the other person's head and said, "Morning."

Ji Shubai vaguely felt that something was wrong, but it was difficult for him to say what was wrong for a while.

"Master, where are you going?"

"Go to the main hall..." Originally, Gu Qingyun wanted to go to the main hall to discuss with the elders about the demon race, but after a second thought, he said, "Go and see the sword you held in the sword mound."

An uncontrollable joy flashed in Ji Shubai's eyes.

However, in Gu Qingyun's eyes, it became...

Sure enough, the other party lacks fatherly love!

This period of time was the happiest time Ji Shubai had ever lived, but the time of happiness was too short. When he woke up one day, he saw that Master had already put on his battle robe and planned to go to the border.

This time the demons gathered unprecedented soldiers and horses, and the west seemed to be covered by a layer of black clouds, bringing suffocating dullness and depression.

The elders also put on their combat uniforms. This battle cannot be avoided, so they can only fight to the death.

"Master, I want to go with you." He pulled Gu Qingyun back, but he heard the other party helplessly say: "This is not a child's play, you stay here."

"Master, I'm not a child anymore!" As if denying this answer, he hugged the other party, the hard armor smelled of rust and blood, and he heard his calm voice: "Master, I know it will What's going on, I'm going, I'm going with you!"

"You are too young." Gu Qingyun repeated these words over and over again.

"I'm not young anymore, Master!" As if stimulated by the word "small", Ji Shubai said seriously: "I will no longer be bullied like I was a few years ago. Can't beat me, I want to protect you, I..."

The words were interrupted gently.

"Where is there a disciple who protects the master?" Gu Qingyun laughed at this logic, rubbed the other party's head and said: "Only the master protects the disciple."

Swinging his wrist away, Ji Shubai hated the other party's attitude of coaxing children so much at this moment, and said annoyedly: "I have never regarded you as a master!"

As soon as he said this, he felt the silence in the air.

After a few seconds, he heard Gu Qingyun's sighing voice: "I understand."

It was that loving voice again, that strange look in his eyes. He felt that the other party understood what he said, but it had completely different meanings from what he thought in his heart.

Ji Shubai couldn't hide the emotion in his heart and said: "Master, I have something to tell you."

Before the other party could answer, there were urging voices from the elders outside the door.

"Qingyun, when are you leaving?"

Gu Qingyun's helpless smile came from beside his ear: "I'll listen to you when I come back."

Realizing that the other party is about to leave, he stretched out his fingers to grab the other party's sleeve, but found that he couldn't grab it no matter what, and when he was about to walk out of the room, he found that he couldn't get out no matter what.

This is... enchantment...

He is locked here.

When he broke through the barrier and walked out, he heard that the great war was almost over, and both sides suffered heavy losses in this battle. He flew to the border with a pale face and sword, and heard the remaining disciples of the Xuantian sect panting: " Uncle, why are you here?"

"Where is the master?!"

"Fighting the devil in Yunlai Mountain..." The disciple trembled all over, and at that moment, he felt a chill from inside to outside.

Ji Shubai went to the top of the mountain after listening.

"Uncle, don't go! The demon lord is extremely powerful, and the elders who came here are all dead. We can't go to that realm, and we are easy to be accidentally injured. Don't go..." Out of kindness, the little disciple warned, but unfortunately the other party didn't listen at all. , and finally shut up.

When Ji Shubai arrived at Yunlai Mountain, the battle was over, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air, which was not obvious. He couldn't see the surrounding scenery, and he didn't know whose blood it was.

"Sparse?"

Hearing Gu Qingyun's gentle voice, Ji Shubai's whole body was shocked, his eyes turned red and he said, "Master..."

The master won, knowing the news, Ji Shubai's mood stabilized instantly, he knew that to Gu Qingyun, he was just a disciple's affection, but he had already surpassed the pure master-student affection for the other party.

Ji Shubai suddenly had no extravagant demands, as long as the master is still alive, there are some things that the other party doesn't know.

"There is actually a peach forest at the foot of Yunlai Mountain. The peach blossoms are just in bloom now. Go and pick one for me." The other party's voice was full of irresistible tenderness.

Hearing these words, Ji Shubai's body stiffened instantly, and his mood fell to the bottom instantly.

"Don't..." He approached the other party, smelled the strong smell of blood on the other party's body, and hurriedly took out all the medicines in his sleeves: "Master, where are you injured?"

"No, this is blood from someone else's body." There was still a very gentle voice in my ear.

Ji Shubai took out the medicine bottle and wanted to give it all to the other party, but was refused: "No need."

Ji Shubai suddenly understood something, and stretched out his hand stiffly. The slippery touch of the other's palm was like a cold snake. He remembered that Master's fingers were always warm, but now they were so cold. I wanted to wipe off this greasy touch, but the more I rubbed it, the stickier it became, and the smell of blood at the tip of my nose became stronger and stronger.

"Master, in fact, when we first met, I thought you were such a weird person, why did you accept me as an apprentice, and later found out that you are actually lacking in heart."

Gu Qingyun seemed amused, coughed with a smirk, and the smell of blood on the tip of Ji Shubai's nose became more intense.

"Every time you eat, you pretend to be a fairy, but I know that you really want to eat."

"I actually like the cotton cloud cake you gave me. During the years you left, I often ate it secretly."

"I threw away all the spirit foxes. Before throwing them away, I shaved them to prevent you from finding them back."

There was no breathing sound in his ears, but Ji Shubai was still talking, and while talking, he laughed, laughed, and cried again.

"The marks of being scalded by oil in the kitchen were intentional, and I didn't use ointment on purpose afterwards, just to get your pity. Look, am I a very bad person?"

"I also stole the koi in the pond."

"I also secretly drank the wine under the peach tree on Wuming Peak. At that time, I always thought that I would grow up after drinking wine. Look, am I very naive?"

"I hate the bloody look on your body. What I hate even more is that you can't protect yourself. Ever since the demons wiped out the Ji family, I always thought that there was nothing in this world worthy of my fear, but now, I'm afraid It's..."

The body of the person in his arms was getting colder and colder, Ji Shubai hugged him tightly, as if in this way, the person in his arms could be warmed up.

"Actually, in front of you, I was afraid of thunder, I refused to sleep, and I was almost stabbed by the other party because of lack of sleep. These are all fake, I lied to you—"

"Actually I like you."

He felt that the other person's body was gradually disappearing into nothingness and dissipated into the air. Ji Shubai kissed the other person's forehead lightly. He smiled, but tears fell to the ground.

He says:

I like you.

This is true.