How to break the sword of crossing into a male god

In the blink of an eye, another five years.Today, the sky is fine and the wind is light.The two practiced cross-legged on the futon in the yard as usual.

However, that stone hadn't been put into the sword-making furnace for five years after all. Chu Feng still had the same appearance for many years, calmly meditating and adjusting his breath.

It's just that this time, before closing his eyes for a long time, someone tapped his knees a few times.

"How many times have I taught you, when others are practicing, don't fight unless it's a big deal..."

In the middle of speaking, Chu Feng also opened his eyes.But the moment his eyes touched the person squatting in front of him, he couldn't spit out the rest of the original words——

The young man has long hair reaching his waist, a pair of upturned peach blossom eyes under the curved willow eyebrows, and a small nose. When he meets Chu Feng's eyes, the corners of his lips are raised, revealing a somewhat silly smile.

He was wearing a brown gown with patterns of dragons and clouds dancing carved on it.

Just like the pattern on the brown scabbard of Chu Feng's long sword.

The long sword on his leg had long since disappeared, and he glanced at the futon beside him, sure enough, He Ran who was sitting there had also disappeared.

The two looked at each other for a while, and the shock in Chu Feng's eyes gradually turned into joy.

Slowly curling the corners of his mouth, he reached out and grabbed the boy's hand that was still on his lap.His fingers gently touched the young man's smooth and delicate skin, and it was no different from the smooth and smooth blade of his long sword.

"is it you?"

Chu Feng asked softly.

The boy blinked and didn't make a sound, but smiled brighter.

It's him.

Chu Feng silently answered his own question for the boy in his heart.

The two sat opposite each other quietly for a while, and the young man suddenly stood up, grabbing Chu Feng's hand to pull him up.

Chu Feng naturally followed him, letting the young man pull himself up, and followed him in the direction of those few rooms as if searching for secrets.

The young man is not tall and thin, walking in front of Chu Feng always gives him the illusion that the child is a circle smaller than him.

Could it be that I didn't treat him well on weekdays that made him so thin?

This idea came out of his mind, and before he could think about it, the young man seemed to feel his thoughts again, turned around and smiled at Chu Feng.It seemed to be telling him that Chu Feng didn't do anything bad to him.

Chu Feng was taken aback for a moment, and then the brow that had just been wrinkled a little bit relaxed again in an instant.My own sword is a thin and thin sword, and this sword spirit has such a figure, it seems that there is nothing to say.

The two looked at each other, and the boy didn't want to say anything else, Chu Feng turned around and continued walking towards the house.

Chu Feng followed him patiently, and saw that he walked to the door of Chu Feng's room familiarly, and pushed lightly on the two wooden doors with his hand, and the door opened inward.

I don't know what he is going to do here, but if this boy is really his sword spirit, it seems that there is no problem with saying that this room is the boy's own room.

Thinking about it, the two also entered the house.

Looking at the single Jianxiu's room at a glance, to put it bluntly, it is estimated that there is no problem with the occupancy——

There is a tall cabinet on the left and right hands of the door.Further inside, on the left, a single bed is framed under the window, and on the other side is a square table with four corners and four square stools on all sides.

In addition to this, let alone a decoration, there is not even a single landscape hanging screen.

It's really a bit shabby, Chu Feng glanced over by himself, his face was a little embarrassed, and he couldn't help it.

I just didn't think of him like this, but the boy didn't mean to mind at all.He dragged Chu Feng all the way to the table and sat down opposite each other, then pointed to the Go board lying horizontally on the table.

Chu Feng froze for a moment, then suddenly realized.

Every night when he was about to rest, he put the sword on the chessboard, probably because he had seen too much, and the sword spirit was also interested in this black and white piece.

Curling the corners of his mouth, he lifted the covers of the chess boxes on both sides, and then asked softly, "Want to play with this?"

The boy nodded excitedly, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed together with a smile.

Chu Feng reached out and grabbed a chess piece from the chess box in front of the young man, handed it to him, and asked again: "Will you?"

The young man continued to nod, but he paused for a while as if he had just started to move, and then shook his head after thinking for a while.

Chu Feng looked at him puzzled, the young man wrinkled his face and was speechless.Putting the black kid in the palm of his hand and looking back and forth a few times, he raised his hand and placed the kid on the crosshairs in the center of the chessboard.

Not in a hurry to follow the chess, Chu Feng supported his head and continued to look at the young man. After a while, he finally asked the question he had been wanting to ask: "Can't talk?"

This time the boy nodded immediately, raised his finger to point at his neck, and shook his head again.

Chu Feng understood.

Are all the sword spirits in the world dumb?

It seems that this should also be the case, the sword, where can I talk.

After comforting himself for a while, he really believed it.

After all, he has only seen such a sword spirit, and there is nothing wrong with spreading to all based on this one.

Of course, as for how he felt when he saw Zhan Yiyun in the future, that's another story.

After thinking about it, Chu Feng finally understood.He smiled and said, "When I was teaching that stupid junior, did you watch it?"

The entanglement on the young man's face finally dissipated, and he nodded happily at Chu Feng.

Chu Feng continued to ask: "I haven't done it myself, so I don't know if it will happen, right?"

The boy continued to nod.

Chu Feng laughed, and went over to take a chess piece himself, and placed it on the chessboard with the young man.

The young man immediately became happy when he saw it, and hurriedly grabbed one by himself, and continued to drop pieces on the chessboard following Chu Feng's example.

……

The young man's chess skills were not very good, Chu Feng kept letting him teach him, and in the end it basically turned into a young man holding a chess piece, Chu Feng grabbed his hand to play the chess, and played against himself.

Of course, saying so, both of them enjoyed it again.

After an unknown amount of time, the round ended, and the young man successfully defeated Chu Feng.The two looked at each other and laughed.

Not in a hurry to collect the chess pieces anymore, Chu Feng stretched out his hand and touched the young man's face tentatively.His fingertips touched his cheek, and seeing that the other party had no intention of avoiding him, he moved forward a little more, and pressed his entire palm against the boy's side face.

Not only did the boy not hide, but he even rubbed Chu Feng's palm affectionately.

Chu Feng asked softly: "Do you like to play with me?"

The young man nodded quickly, and stretched out his hand to catch Chu Feng's hand, and rubbed that hand on his face again.

The answer is obvious, and Chu Feng is not stupid.After a pause, he asked again, "Can you come to me next time?"

The young man was taken aback, and blinked at Chu Feng...

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother!"

He Ran's excited voice rang in his ears.Chu Feng's vision gradually blurred, and he couldn't see clearly whether the young man nodded or shook his head.

Opening his eyes, the long sword returned to his knees.Looking up again, he bumped into He Ran's bright smiling face.

Chu Feng: "..."

The words he wanted to scold him were already on his lips, but seeing his smile like this, Chu Feng still endured it and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Hmm!" He Ran was so excited that he didn't feel Chu Feng holding his breath at all.He raised his hand and directly lifted the slate that he had been holding in his arms to Chu Feng.Only when Chu Feng thought that he was mad and planning to kill his senior brother all at once, did he continue to say: "I feel it! I really feel it this time!"

Chu Feng was taken aback: "What do you feel?"

He Ran looked puzzled, but the joy was still there, and he responded excitedly: "Sword Spirit! Didn't you say let me feel the Sword Spirit first?"

With this said, Chu Feng finally came out of the previous state of ignorance.He coughed lightly, but turned to ask entangledly: "He... can he talk?"

"What are you talking about?" He Ran was baffled: "My sword spirit is a dragon, no, I don't really know if it is, but according to what you said, I think it is absolutely right for him!"

Chu Feng: "..."

Since then, Chu Feng has remembered a truth——

There are all kinds of sword spirits in this world, not necessarily human beings, and not necessarily able to speak.

……

Time flies, and it's now again.

He Ran has been in the head of the sect for an unknown number of years, and Chu Feng has also been the Demon Lord for four or five years.

Ye Chengxuan sat in the master's room, supported his head and listened to He Ran talking about these old things, and after he finished speaking, he couldn't help asking: "Then master, do you think it's me besides the sword cultivator?" Even with a sword, I can't see my sword spirit?"

"It stands to reason that's right." He Ran stroked his beard and nodded, he said: "Just say that we, even sword cultivators, can count the number of times we have seen our sword spirit with one hand. At that time, I was still wondering if I saw the dragon so many times in my dream, maybe it was because I recited it for too long and had a hallucination in my dream. For so many years, except for my apprentice, I have never heard of it. Whose sword spirit can transform into form every day."

Ye Chengxuan frowned, nodded again, and said: "Actually, I also want to be like Master and Mistress. After so many years of cultivation, with someone to accompany me, I won't feel that the time is too long."

"It turns out that it's finally time for our family Xuan'er to think about this kind of thing." He Ran laughed: "But don't let your master and the others make a fuss about you. Finding a Taoist partner is usually a big deal. They will always find a human being instead of a sword spirit, no matter men or women, as long as the fate is not exhausted, they can go all the way."

Ye Chengxuan nodded half understanding.

He Ran continued: "You have grown up too, and it's not a problem that you don't have a good weapon. If necessary, the sword casting furnace in the back mountain..."

"No need." Ye Chengxuan shook his head and interrupted He Ran. He blinked and said with a smile, "Master told me to find a swordsmith named Gu Cheng. The sword in my hand, now is the time to find him."