Something's wrong with my sword spirit

Yue Xiaohan watched him talking to himself with a sword for a long time, and felt that he might have some brain problems, which was quite pitiful, he loosened his fist, and patiently replied: "Well, I'll come back to take care of my father, You should know that I live at the foot of the mountain, and you can come to me if you need anything."

But he didn't plan to stay here for a long time: "Let me collect the fruit for you now."

"It's not urgent." Yan Jin smiled at him, "Are you planning to enter the immortal sect to practice?"

Yue Xiaohan frowned: "How can there be a fairy in the world?"

"Have you never seen a cultivator?"

"No."

"Then you must have heard of it, have you read it in the book?"

"I don't read books."

"Why?"

"I haven't studied, no... I don't know how to read." Yue Xiaohan said in a low voice, "If you really don't need my help, I'll leave first."

"It's true that I don't need it today, and I'll trouble you to tell Aunt Shen." He told him about the fact that the fruit will grow tomorrow, but now he is fully focused on persuading the protagonist to become a teacher. I don't want to let him go easily, "There are many cultivators in this world, who can fly with a sword and turn clouds and rain. Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean you don't have it. You have to believe it."

He whispered a few words to Qing Heng, Qing Heng flew out of his hand after hearing this, and circled around Yue Xiaohan.

The young man stared at the flying sword, touched his head and pondered for a long time, before uttering two words: "Trick."

Flame Ember: "..."

"It's not a trick, I'm really a fairy sword spirit." Qing Heng spoke to him word by word.

Yue Xiaohan's eyes widened, staring at the talking sword in disbelief.

After a while, he spit out two words: "Ventrilo."

Qing Heng: "..."

Yanjin felt that he couldn't be persuaded like this, so he said to Qingheng: "How about you turn into a hairpin and show him, so that he can know that you have spiritual power?"

Qing Heng responded, paused for a while, and turned into a hairpin.

Yue Xiaohan was startled, then shook his head again: "Cheating..."

Qing Heng was stunned again, a shimmering light flashed, his wide sleeves flicked, and a gentleman Qingya slowly appeared.

Yue Xiaohan opened his mouth wide.

After a long time, he said tremblingly, "Is there really a fairy?"

"That's natural." Yan Jin was proud.

"Are you immortals?"

"We..." Yan Jin was hesitant about how to answer, he would not be a fairy when he recovered his divine power in the future, but a monster in the eyes of Xianmen.

He hesitated to say anything, but suddenly heard a "plop", Yue Xiaohan knelt down: "I beg the immortal to heal my father. My father has been bedridden for many years. I will find a way to give you any reward you need."

"This..." Yan Jin didn't expect things to develop like this, "Isn't it better to ask a doctor for your father's illness?"

"I've seen many, many, but I can't find anything wrong with it. Although there is no danger to my life, I can't get out of bed. My father is too boring to lie down. He always wants to die. Immortal, can you cure my father..." As Yue Xiaohan said, he glanced at the crutch Yan Jin was leaning on, but his voice gradually became weaker.

This immortal can't even heal himself.

Yan Jin said: "I really can't cure it, you go to Chen Mingzong, the immortals there are all capable."

"Chen Mingzong?"

"Yes, there is your destination. You go to worship your destined master. His name is Ye Rongxue. You will be his only disciple."

Hearing this, Qing Heng hesitated to speak, and after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

Yue Xiaohan didn't say a word, as if hesitating, Yanjin hit the iron while it was hot: "Chen Mingzong is outstanding, and the immortals are amiable, capable, and patient. You may gain some unexpected rewards from being a teacher."

Qing Heng was beside him curiously: "Have you been to Chen Mingzong?"

"Eh..." Yan Jin lowered his voice, can't he make it up if he hasn't been there?

"But..." Qing Heng said in a low voice, "There are not many immortals in Chen Mingzong who are amiable, and they don't have much patience in teaching disciples..."

Yanjin wanted to cover his mouth but didn't know where to start: "That's because you haven't got a deep understanding of it. As far as I know, Chen Mingzong loves his disciples the most. The disciple's dormitory is like a luxurious hotel, with independent washing space. The sect cafeteria is very popular. He is a chef who has practiced for thousands of years. The cuisines from all over the country are authentic and delicious. The entertainment facilities are also very complete. Xianmen has prepared various hobbies and interests training groups for his disciples. , you can meet the most important person in your life.”

Qing Heng was stunned for a while: Is there...?

"The immortals have already bigued. The disciples have to prepare their own food when they first enter the door. Later, they have to learn the technique of bigu. Where is there a canteen?"

"No food?" Yan Jin frowned, is he so stingy?

But Yue Xiaohan was still at the side, even if he didn't give him food, he still had to fool him, so he coughed lightly and said: "Food will disturb people's mind and attract people's desires, no food means this fairy sect is very formal .”

Qing Heng said again: "Beginner disciples must learn the washing technique, and there is no separate washing space in the dormitory. If you can't learn it, you can wash in the lake at the foot of the mountain."

"Cough cough..." Yan Jin's throat was already coughing a little uncomfortable, "This is urging the disciples to practice the basic spells as soon as possible, which just shows that the immortals are very responsible."

"Immortals retreat daily, and rarely appear in front of their disciples if there is no important matter. They will go out of the retreat twice a month on a regular basis. Diligence depends entirely on one's own understanding."

"Then... how to cultivate feelings?" Now even Yan Jin couldn't help it.

"Why do you want to cultivate feelings with your disciples?"

"..."

"Besides, those who can enter the immortal gate, who doesn't want to cultivate to a positive result, who would worship a teacher just to talk about feelings, if the immortal masters know that a disciple has charming thoughts for them, they will be expelled from the sect long ago, and they will be counted as subordinates if they don't abolish their spiritual roots Be merciful, how could you let the disciples do whatever they want... Aren't they unable to beat the disciples?"

Yanzhu was speechless.

How do I know why the master wants to talk about feelings with his apprentice, but he is forced by the disciple at every turn, and his cultivation base seems to be a decoration, but this is originally a sadomasochism novel between master and apprentice, so what can we talk about if we don’t talk about feelings?

Immortal caresses my top, knots my hair and grants longevity?

"Stop arguing, both of you." Yue Xiaohan said in time, "Then Chen Mingzong, can he learn Taoist magic?"

"The spiritual power of the immortal sect can turn clouds and rain, and it can also make a dead tree spring again. They can indeed do many things that ordinary people can't do, but... If you want to cure a disease, you have to find a doctor, and don't believe in gods." Although Yan Jin wanted to fool you He went to apprentice as soon as possible, but he couldn't miss anyone on this matter.

"It's okay, I know." Yue Xiaohan smiled, thinking that if he learns more skills, there is always hope, but he has not forgotten the purpose of coming to the mountain, "I'll go to Chen Mingzong first, and I'll come to help tomorrow night You collect the fruit, and the two immortals will meet again."

He walked very fast and disappeared after a while.

Yan Jin thought that after he met Ye Rongxue, his divine power should return, and his body might get better, and he also thought about the boy's constant address, and praised: "He is still very polite, and he will show you his magic He looks like a hairpin, and he is also willing to respectfully call him an immortal, and greet us both before leaving."

Qing Heng waved his sleeves, and the hem of his dark green clothes moved with the wind. He pursed his lips and smiled, and when Yan Jin stretched out his hand to touch him, he recovered his sword, and flew around him: "Why do you want this... this Yue, why did you fall into the dust?" Mingzong?"

"It's not that I want him to go, this is an established plot, he will go sooner or later, I just give him a push." ​​Yan Jin touched the tip of the sword, "He has a relationship to talk about."

It was getting late, there was still rice today, and he was no longer hungry. He planned to light four incense candles this evening, but he could only light one anyway, and the remaining three could not be lit.

He had to guess that only one incense candle could be lit per night, that is to say, only one leaf could be produced every day.

If there are enough joss sticks, one leaf will grow in a day, then the balance can only be maintained by planting Chinese cabbage every day, otherwise the leaves will be used up sooner or later.

From this point of view, it is not self-sufficient to rely solely on the leaves on the tree. He still needs to convert the things he grows into value, and he also needs to find other methods that can generate more leaves.

The next morning, the three leaves on the tree turned into red silk, plus one grew out, making a total of 26 leaves.

He cleaned up his belongings again, a small half bucket of rice, three incense candles, a little salt, an egg, an iron piece, and that handful of nails will be used at night.

The food was still enough for the time being, so he turned over three leaves to see what color silk and satin the four leaves would turn into tomorrow, and what could grow.

The fruit planted today will grow tomorrow night, and it is not certain what will grow.

At night, the mountain wind was cold, so he leaned against the house and cut bamboo poles with an iron sheet. There were not many other things here, but there were quite a lot of bamboo. After cutting for a while, he was afraid that it would not be suitable, so he called Qing Heng over: "I will make you a simple bamboo pole." The scabbard, even though you said you have a standard size, I still need to measure it."

He doesn't understand swords, and he doesn't know what the so-called "standard" is for swords.

Qing Heng had just transformed into a human form, upon hearing this, he silently changed back and sent himself to him.

Yanjin touched it up and down, and found that some clothes were wrapped and couldn't be measured, so he began to untie the skirt: "Don't be shy, I can't see it."

Qing Heng hesitated, and said softly: "It's windy and cold."

"Oh." Yan Jin turned around and held him in his arms to block the direction of the wind, "I'll be fine soon, bear with it."

The sword spirit in his arms coughed lightly for no reason, and his heart moved slightly for some reason, as if those human thoughts spread, so his figure unknowingly transformed into a human form.

A human figure in Yanjin's arms with his clothes untied.

It's just that the humanoid Yanjin couldn't touch it at this time, and Yanjin felt that the cold sword in his hand suddenly disappeared, and his arm stretched forward, passing through Qing Heng's hair: "Why did you run away?"

"I..." Qing Heng closed his eyes to concentrate, but he couldn't return to the blade of the sword, so he had to get up and back a little, not knowing where to cover it, and simply ran to the well.

Hanging on the bamboo pole next to it was Yan Jin's freshly washed undershirt. He stood behind the clothes and looked back at the moon in the water, rippling shallow ripples. His figure was faintly visible on the ripples, but unfortunately the sky was too dark. Can't see the face clearly.

The author has something to say: "Immortal caresses my head, knots my hair and grants longevity" from Li Bai's "After the chaos and separation, Tian Enliu Yelang recalls the old travel books and presents Jiangxia Wei Taishou Liangzai"