[Gu Jian Su Zi] Death is coming

It's also random, if you recall it carefully, you will add some specious plots for no reason, which may be obtained from other places, which will only make it more confusing.

Standing here now, no, not only now, as early as many years ago, he came here not simply to remember his best friend.

He hesitated for a moment, took a sip of his wine, and suddenly recalled the pair of master and apprentice who had been talking with Nan Xun many years ago on Mount Taihua.

At that time, I seemed to be saying that if you don't have an apprentice, you don't know the bond between master and apprentice, and it is difficult to understand what Qinghe thinks and does.Now, Ming Xiao understands the Tao, and understands it clearly, but... has some regrets.

No, he has never regretted it.

He drank the rest of the wine.

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After returning from Qingluan Peak, Zi Yin entered the long dusty sword room.The fire in the sword room was ignited again, illuminating the room and dispelling the nine-day chill on his body. The familiar smell of gold and iron lingered in his nostrils, making his fingertips a little itchy.He took off his coat, put it on his arm, and walked deep.

Now, in front of Zi Yin is Fen Ji, who is full of cracks and has lost his power.

He finally took it out of the darkened sword case.

He lightly stroked the spine of the sword, and the inscriptions on it connected to the cracks in the sword body, making his hands even more painful.In the past, if a similar sword was placed in front of him, he would be at least [-]% sure that it would be completely repaired, and no matter how bad it was, he would be able to refine and forge it again, making it a sharp weapon for blowing hair and cutting hair.

However, for such an ancient fierce sword as Fen Ji, there is no match for it in this world.If it is refined again, the resulting sword... will no longer be Fenji.

Besides, now that I am trapped by my demons, I can't forge a sword.

He put it back into the sword case.

At this time, in the gap of the sword box, a faint light suddenly flashed.

This is... Yuheng?

The shiny jade beads rolled to the ground and stopped when they were still a step away from the sword pool.

Zi Yin walked a few steps towards it, for some reason, suddenly wanted to look back at Fen Ji.

Not only did he look at it, but he also took it out of the sword box, held it, bent down to pick up the jade cross, and then faced the sword pond to test the temperature.

It's hot enough in the room.

He ground the jade into fine powder, wrapped it gently in the aura ball, and made it float together with Fen Ji in the distorted air above the sword pool.

The temperature in the room continued to rise, so he simply took off the underwear on his upper body, stared at Fen Ji with piercing eyes, and his fingertips trembled a few times unconsciously.

He hadn't felt this way for a long time.

Fen Ji's cracks shrunk somewhat.

Just at this time, the jade powder in the aura group melted evenly into the cracks everywhere, shining like a firefly in the red, and a thin gleam appeared around the sword body, and finally faded into the black red. in the blade of the sword.

He held the hot Fenji firmly in his hand, nourished it with the spiritual temperature for a while, then immersed it in the water prepared on the side, and the whole body of the sword hissed and steamed out clouds of white air.After quenching.

Take it out from the water, dry it, and then float over the sword pond. The temperature of the sword body gradually rises.The temperature in the sword room has dropped a lot, gradually returning to normal.This is tempering.

It went so smoothly.

The sword of Fenji has entered Ziyin's heart demon, but it is also a solution.

He has always known why he cannot forge a sword, but he has always been unwilling to unravel it. Today, his mind is blank, but it is going smoothly.Fen Ji sword in his hand had some thin bright lines, other than that, it was the same as before.

If it is really the same as before...

Zi Yin looked at Fen Ji in his hand and shook his head.Without evil spirit, there is no life.

It's just a sword.

It is a good sword.

He put it into the sword box, extinguished the fire, and the sword room returned to darkness and cold again.

He quietly put on his inner coat, put on his coat one by one, smoothed out the folds, pulled out his long hair from the collar, smoothed it out, and then tied the belt around it.

A pair of warm hands suddenly covered the back of his hands from behind, and hooked the jade buckle of his belt for him.

Zi Yin froze.

A warm breath came from the neck, which seemed to be slightly glowing with hot gold and iron.

"Master."

This embrace is so warm, so... familiar.

"Wait for me a little longer..."

The warmth is gone.

A heavy object was placed in the hand.

Burn silence?

……

...It's Tusu, Baili Tusu.

"it is good."

In the dark room, return to silence.

番外一剑魄重归最新更新:2017-02-2321:07:34

Ziyin sat at the table, with a clean white birth certificate spread out in front of her.

Just as he was about to pick up the pen, he realized that the ink in the inkstone had already dried up. He had no choice but to pour some water into it, and put down the pen to grind the ink.

Although his subordinates pressed hard and pushed lightly, they relaxed and relaxed, but his heart was not at peace.

How to say it?

Outside the window, Ah Xiang seemed to be returning from foraging, and for a moment he could only hear his wings fluttering.Not long after, it flew closer, resting its paws on the wooden edge of the wide open window, tilting its head to look at the paper and pen in front of Ziyin, shaking its tail feathers restlessly, and dropping a few pieces of white hair on the table.

"Don't be impatient." Ziyin said, not knowing who he was talking to.

He hesitated for a while, and finally moved the pen before Ah Xiang's feather fell into the inkstone.

"The ancient sword ruby ​​is respectful.

It's been a long time, don't come here without any problems.The younger generation wants to ask for advice on something today.Forging a sword with living beings, how long does it take to obtain the mastery of the sword soul, spirit and body? "

There are only a few numbers on a large sheet of rice paper, and Ziyin has stopped writing, completely no longer the long and cumbersome chapters when he was sorting out sword formulas and Taoism for Tu Su.

When the rice paper was dry, he folded it and rolled it into a thin paper tube, but did not tie it to Ah Xiang's leg.

Ah Xiang pecked at his wings, turning his head to look elsewhere in the room from time to time, as if he didn't care about the message on the table.While Ziyin wasn't paying attention, it quietly moved forward again.

Fen Ji was placed less than a foot away from Zi Yin, appearing quiet and silent.

"Wait for me a little longer..."

The words of Tu Su that day were burned into his heart like this, and it really couldn't be erased. The uneasiness in the past few months was actually better than the whole year in the past.

He held up Fen Ji, and couldn't help but start from the hilt of the sword, and stroke it inch by inch with his fingertips full of spiritual power, as if doing so would inspire something and soothe his restless mind along the way.

He simply put the pen and ink of the letter behind him, and turned to look for the utensils for the sword.

In the past few months, except that the sword had to be maintained every day when it was cast, after that it only needed maintenance every few days.Ziyin put it on the bedside, as if he got the first sword when he was young, he couldn't help but look at it carefully, and read it again, depicting the lines and ancient and unknown characters on it.

It's nothing more than that.

........................

It's like being in a hot spring.

When Tu Su woke up again, he felt a strange feeling that he had never experienced before.

All the limbs and bones seemed to be immersed in the warm to somewhat hot water, the muscles and bones stretched out, and the warm aura in the veins in the body continued to circulate. Apart from the dizziness in the brain, the body seemed to have returned to its peak state without authorization.

After a while, the warm current gradually dissipated, and he was able to wake up.

........................

After raising the sword body, the sky has completely darkened.When Zi Yin went to pack up the undelivered letter on the table, it had already disappeared without a trace after Ah Xiang left.

"That's all..." Seeing that there were only pens and ink left on the table, he was startled and shook his head.

Big deal... just let that sword spirit see the joke again...

In the middle of the night, Fenji beside Ziyin's bed had cooled down for a while, suddenly a red light flew out from the sword, turning into a solid figure.

He was awakened in an instant, and was about to turn over and sit up when he suddenly smelled a breath of gold and iron.

A warm hand rested on his shoulder, blocking his movement: "Master."

Then, the person behind bent down.There is a soft touch around the ear...

A burst of hot air swept over the pinnae, and Zi Yin suddenly felt itchy at the apex of his heart.

"Don't turn around."

His eyes were covered by a hand.

The body was surrounded and fell into a warm embrace, and the heartbeat in the chest coincided with the person behind him.

He heard the young man sigh with a long breath: "Master——"

"I'm here."

The young man is still blindfolded, so he can only rely on other senses to distinguish objects, and there is something vaguely close to his lips, and the breath of gold and iron is getting heavier.

"Master."

The young man mumbled, his lips gently rubbed against him, and the heartbeat in his chest was so loud that he could hear it too.

"Master must not abandon me." He only felt the young man's lips open and close, and the lips were a little moist.

"Idiot...how can you be a teacher...uh..."

The warm gold and iron gas became more and more intense, and there was a softness that did not belong to him in his mouth. He was quickly entangled, licked, and strongly demanded, even to the point of making his scalp tingle, and the tingling felt down his back. It spread throughout the whole body, if it wasn't for being suppressed by the young man, Ziyin couldn't help trembling.

The feeling is too strong, and some emotion in my heart seems to burst out of the air.

The hand in front of him was removed at some point, but the young man still held it tightly, as if he didn't want him to see his current appearance.

"Tu Su!"

He finally couldn't help it, turned over and pressed the young man on the messy bed, and saw his appearance clearly by the moonlight.

Starting from the point of cinnabar between his eyebrows, four symmetrical dark red lines spread out, dividing the entire face, and several branches ran along the neck and entered under the skirt, vaguely splitting the appearance of the whole body's skin.

Tu Subie started, looking at the Fenji sword beside the bed.

It is also the same pattern.

"Really... idiot." Ziyin sighed, clasped his shoulder with one hand, and pulled his face with the other, gently stroking along the lines on his face.The young man still looked away.

"look at me."

The young man's pupils finally met his, glowing with an indelible dark red, and his hair was scattered, unexpectedly a slightly strange color.

"No matter what you look like, you are my disciple."

"Tu Su, you are fine."

"Don't leave again." The last word was suppressed, squeezed out from between Ziyin's teeth,