Something's wrong with my sword spirit

At the foot of the mountain, he ran into Yue Xiaohan who was coming back from work, and Yue Xiaohan warmly greeted him: "Hello, two immortals."

He was anxious to take care of his father and didn't talk to them much.

The road ahead was a little smoother, so he didn't need to use any more force. He let the wheelchair move on his own. Yanjin played with the scabbard and stroked it lovingly. He had a piece of jade left. Yu Qingheng said: "Let me inlay this on the head of your sword."

Qing Heng obediently returned the sword to him, he pressed a red jade stone on the head of the sword, tied the tassel, and replaced the scabbard for him, the original bamboo scabbard was no longer needed, He threw it away with a wave of his hand.

After changing, Qing Heng stepped back a little, his figure flashed into a humanoid shape, and his sleeves were raised lightly. He saw that he was wearing a black robe, a gold silk girdle, and the clothes were embroidered with fine gold patterns. At the end of the hair, a half bun is fixed by a jade crown, and a big red tassel hangs from the back, looming between the hair, and the red jade stone is in the jade crown.

He stared at himself in a daze for a while, Yan Jin had gone far away, he quickly picked up the thrown away bamboo scabbard and followed, and continued to gently push the wheelchair behind him.

After walking for a while, he ran into Yue Xiaohan again. He came up the mountain to cut firewood, then smiled and said to the two: "Hello, you two immortals."

He looked at Qing Heng in surprise again: "Why did you change your clothes, Sword Immortal, after a while?"

Qing Heng also referred to the scabbard as clothes before, but Yan Jin had preconceived ideas and didn't realize it, so he only thought that Yue Xiaohan was referring to the scabbard, and quickly asked, "Does it look good?"

"It's beautiful. It's completely different from the bamboo leaf pattern on a white background just now. That set is very elegant. This one looks very...exquisite."

Yan Jin was very proud: "It seems that I have a good vision, Qing Heng, do you like it?"

"like."

"I'll buy you more scabbards in the future."

"It's enough." Qing Heng said.

"It's okay, you heard Xiaoyue say you look good-looking, and I thought too, you must be pretty."

Qing Heng didn't reply anymore, he lowered his head, his cheeks flushed slightly.

While Yanjin was happy, he did not forget the business, since he met Yue Xiaohan again, he wanted to persuade him again: "Chen Mingzong has many famous swords, do you want them?"

Yue Xiaohan looked at Qing Heng, his hair and clothes fluttered lightly with the mountain wind, like a fairy descending to earth.

Oh, yes, he was originally a fairy.

He shook his head: "I dare not ask for it."

"Don't dare?" Yan Jin was very strange, "Are you afraid that the sword can speak? Let me tell you, the birth of a sword spirit shows that he has a strong aura. You have to have confidence in yourself, not to mention the famous sword, that is Ye Xian The honor will be yours in the future."

Yue Xiaohan quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no."

"Why, didn't you have a bad impression of him when you went to Chen Mingzong last time?"

"That's not true. How could I have a chance to meet him? His disciple came out to pass on the message, and he didn't say a few words. He only said that if I could pass the fairy gate test, he would accept me. Unfortunately, I didn't pass."

"Oh." Since I haven't seen it before, it doesn't affect Yanjin's making up, "Don't be afraid, Ye Xianzun has a very good temper, and treats people with gentleness and courtesy. You can pay a visit later."

Qing Heng couldn't stand listening to these words again: "Ye Xianzun is serious, and he never talks nonsense with his disciples."

"This... No, that's just outsiders, he is very nice in private." Yan Jin coughed repeatedly to hint that he should stop telling the truth.

But Qing Heng didn't have eyesight on the matter of Chen Mingzong, and he wanted to continue, but Yan Jin interrupted him early, and swore to Yue Xiaohan: "I know Ye Xianzun very well, you trust me."

Even Qing Heng hesitated at this resolute tone, thinking that he might not have heard many things in Jiange.

If he didn't interrupt, Yan Jin played it unscrupulously: "Chen Mingzong's immortal Ye Rongxue, the star Langyue is not as beautiful, the return of wind and snow is not as good, the three thousand peach blossoms are not as good as smiling, his ability is extraordinary but he is humble, tireless and tireless. He is the most popular master among the disciples, not one of them."

Qing Heng agrees with this point: "Yes, many disciples want to worship him as a teacher."

"En." Yan Jin nodded.

Yue Xiaohan sighed: "Forget it..."

"Because he is very strong." Qing Heng continued.

Yue Xiaohan: "That's fine, I'll try again after a while."

Flame Ember: "..."

Co-author I just racked my brains to describe his beauty, and it seems that the word "strong" is not useful.

Is this a sadomasochism novel that focuses on emotional flow?

"Probably because I'm superficial." He thought.

After a few more words of farewell, Yan Jin and Qing Heng returned to the mountain and placed the purchased items one by one. The silver and vermilion silk satin that was planted in the morning has not yet sprouted. According to the usual practice, this will take at least 48 hours, and the day after tomorrow. See what this color can grow.

Today I turned over two leaves before leaving, and tomorrow the three leaves together will turn into a pink satin. After planting the leaves, I can harvest the fruits the day after tomorrow. Yue Xiaohan also said that he will come to harvest the fruits for Fang's family in two days.

There were still 12 incense candles left, he bought another one today, and Qing Heng also bought four red carved candles with lacquered gold bases, since he bought them, he wanted to use them, and it was already dark, so he lit two candles under the tree Gen, intending to test whether this candle can produce leaves, and the other two were lit on the long table in front of the window in the house.

Tonight he needs to pack things up, he needs Qing Heng to help him take a look, and he has to light a candle.

Because Qing Heng fell asleep on the copybook, the inkstone and rice paper were also placed on the long table. He deliberately kept the candle away from the fire, and placed the tea set beside him. Then he touched the bamboo scabbard that Qing Heng had picked up, and he couldn't help being stunned. After a while, he laughed again, and put the scabbard on his bedside.

The tassels have been used as fringes of swords, and the bookshelf has replaced the dilapidated cabinet. He moved the cabinet outside the room. This can be used to store kitchen utensils, and those knives, pots and pans can be stored first.

He bought a lot of gauze curtains, installed double layers on the windows, and he dismantled them, and hung a thin layer on all sides of the house.

As for the goose feathers... He hasn't figured out what use the goose feathers will have, so he can only put them away first.

It was very late to pack up. I bought oil and a knife today. I planned to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Unexpectedly, there was a slight chattering sound in the straw box where the eggs were placed. He stretched out his hand and found that the four eggs were hatching. Out came the chicks.

It was a pleasant surprise. He had planned to raise some poultry, but he ate cold tomatoes instead. After a quick meal, he built a chicken coop with weeds, bamboo branches and soil on the edge of the field.

Because it was an accidental discovery of making a temporary nest, Qing Heng fell asleep after he finished furnishing the house, and he didn't call him, and slowly built it by himself.

The mountain was quiet at night, after he put up the woven grass cover, he turned his head, the light of the red candle by the window, although it was hazy and hard to see clearly, he felt at ease.

After taking a bath, I took a good bath, hung the washed clothes under the tree, and lit the incense candles, which happened to be able to smoke the clothes, and then went back to the house lightly to sleep.

After dawn, I tiptoed up again, sprinkled some broken rice to feed the chickens, and went under the tree to pack my clothes, only to find that the two candles lit under the tree last night were missing, but for some reason, I could only light one incense candle before. All ten were burned.

I also blame him because he couldn't light it anyway, so he didn't separate it.

There was movement in the house, Qing Heng woke up, opened his eyes, saw that there was no one on the bed, then looked around, slightly stunned.

The light green tulle on the wall moves with the wind, bringing the unique freshness of the mountain breeze and bamboo, and the carved sandalwood bookcase is faintly visible under the tulle.

The sound of pages turning came alive in his ears, and he turned back to look at the window.

The two wedding candles were burnt out, the candles were standing in front of the window, the veil was rolled to the sides, the rice paper pressed under the black inkstone was turned over with the breeze, the white porcelain glazed teapot beside it was half opened, Wisps of hot air, like white smoke, penetrate into the light green gauze.

On the window lattice, a branch of red cinnabar plum is dotted in the light gauze mist.

He stayed there for a long while, then Fang came out of the room and saw Yan Jin counting incense candles under the tree.

He habitually counts the leaves every morning. Today, three leaves have turned into pink satin, and there are still 15 leaves, but one should grow out when the candle is lit, which is 16 leaves.

But he counted and counted, and there were 25 leaves, that is to say, 10 leaves grew all at once last night.

"It's a good thing. No wonder, ten incense candles were lit at once last night." Yanjin said excitedly, "I just don't know under what conditions it is possible to light ten incense candles at the same time."

Qing Heng saw that the two candles did not move, but after thinking about it, the two candles by the window burned out.

Yanjin already had a direction in his mind: "Put these two sticks by the window tonight and try again."

After planting the peach-red satin, he paused for a moment, then grinned: "Qing Heng, I'll show you something nice." He said and led him to the chicken coop.

Qing Heng also discovered that there was a small grass shed here, and was talking about why you didn't ask me to help, when he caught a glimpse of the four fluffy and yellow chicks, he was stunned for a moment: "It's so strange...animal. "

"Just weird?"

"It's also very cute." Chick Cub's round eyes were shining brightly, his little wings were fluttering, and his pointed beak was pecking at the broken rice.

"This is chicken."

"Chicken?" Qing Heng recalled what he said yesterday, and immediately stepped back, "You said they are scary?"

"Well... yes, they are scary, but they are still young."

Qing Heng hesitated: "How scary will it be when it grows up?"

"This...if it's a male, it'll keep you awake in the morning when it grows up."

Qing Heng quickly imagined the situation where the chicken cubs grew into giant beasts and lifted them from the bed and crushed one of them to death with one hand, but his face turned pale: "Why do you want to raise such a terrifying animal?"

"Well... as long as they are tamed, they are still very useful."

"How is taming?"

"Don't run around, let it be."

Qing Heng thought about it seriously, summoned up the courage to take another look into the thatched hut, and secretly made up his mind: "Okay, I will definitely take care of them and never let them escape."

But Yanjin had already thought of other places at this time. He built the chicken coop smoothly. He thought that he could also build a shed outside the bamboo house, and then make a fence around it, with a small stove in the middle, and it would be an outdoor kitchen. .

It’s easy to do, but the straw shed is not as simple as a chicken coop. The walls are built with mud, and the soil has to be dried.

He was busy until the second day, half of the thatched shed was built, and he was not in a hurry, as his daily routine was basically these things.

But I forgot to turn over the leaves yesterday. This morning, only Chinese cabbage was planted. After the green silk was removed, there should be 24 leaves left on the tree, but his guess yesterday was correct. A red candle, the breath that comes over can make the incense candle burn ten consecutively at a time, and ten leaves will be born. In this way, there are 34 leaves on the tree.

But the red candle can't be too close to the tree, as if the smell of burning will be affected if it is too close, it is the most suitable distance to put it on the window sill in the house.

"This way you won't have to worry about not having any leaves." He clapped his hands, "Qing Heng, you are a lucky star, and whatever you buy can be right on the wrong side."