take care of yourself

Jiusujian denied it categorically, and turned back: "Didn't you put such a thick book in the sea of ​​consciousness for me to read?"

Ying Yao himself didn't know what kind of messy memories he stuffed into it when Zhuo Yuanshan expanded his sea of ​​consciousness, but he was almost exhausted at that moment, so he put in a book of Fengyuehua in a daze. Ben didn't seem to be too difficult to explain. As for why Jiusujian would read that book, it was beyond his understanding.

The sword cultivator sighed, as if there was nothing he could do about it, the seductive sword, Jiusujian snorted, and for the sake of the script, flew into his hand and rubbed him with the hilt of the sword, it was a handshake.

Zhuo Yuanshan had already seen Ying Yao's great achievements before Ying Yao noticed that he had come back. He raised his eyebrows, thinking of the "worldly" Dao heart left by Ying Yao on the jade bed he used for cultivation, he couldn't help but rise up. Aroused the idea of ​​teasing him.

He stepped forward and coughed lightly to interrupt Ying Yao's contemplation, and asked in his guilty eyes when he saw the creditor: "Ah Yao now thinks, which is more comfortable, going to my bed or practicing sword?"

The Jiusu sword moved in the sea of ​​consciousness, and Ying Yao didn't need to guess to know that it must be silently cursing shamelessly, but he paused, and said flexibly, "Go to Uncle Zhuo Shi's bed."

Zhuo Yuanshan laughed, he reached out and touched Jianxiu's earlobe which was a little chilled by the wind, and said unexpectedly: "No, Ah Yao, you continue to practice swords."

Ying Yao didn't understand what he was thinking and looked at him blankly.

Zhuo Yuanshan found that the lines of his eyebrows and the ends of his eyes were much sharper than Ying Yige's, which was not suitable for an innocent look, but unexpectedly he didn't find it ugly.

Zhuo Yuanshan said contentedly: "There will not be one sword cultivator 'into the world' in the Nascent Soul stage in a thousand years. When Ah Yao finishes practicing the sword and takes off the Lingbi and sells it, there is no need for Ah Yao to sell himself to pay off the debt."

Ying Yao seemed to be frightened, his eyes widened, and he forgot to rescue himself from Zhuo Yuanshan's hands for a while, while Jiu Sujian gasped and said to him with disgust, "No wonder you are poor."

Ying Yao thought about it and found that he was powerless to refute it, so he could only admit that it was right.

Looking at his expression, Zhuo Yuanshan suddenly felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He touched Jianxiu's cheek again, and smiled slightly at him: "Just kidding, Ayao, just practice sword, it's good I can still afford the bi money.”

He was talking about Ying Yige, who had spent more of his talent and treasures, and suddenly remembered that he should be arranged to practice, so he casually threw a box of whetstones sent by the suzerain Lin to Ying Yao, and left again in a happy mood.

The whetstone can be used to test sword moves or sharpen the sword intent. Ying Yao opened the box and took a look, and found that all the whetstones contained in it were high-quality whetstones, not the kind he used before that could be broken by two swords. If it is a bad product, I close the box, and stare blankly at the empty yard.

Jiusujian said in a dreamlike tone: "I think your dream is about to come true."

Ying Yao gave it an "ah" and asked, "What?"

The Jiusu sword got into the body, flew out of the scabbard by itself and pried open the box, sharpened the blade on a whetstone, and made a satisfied voice: "The only way to relieve worries is to get rich."

The other function of whetstone is to remove impurities from the sword. For the sword spirit, it is almost as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring. Ying Yao was silent for a while, then grabbed it back and put it in the scabbard, stood up and walked around in the Plum Blossom Pavilion, He took off the Lingbi that had already left the sword intent, put the Guling Jue on it one by one and stuffed it into the mustard ring, then patted the debris on his palm and admitted, "You are right."

He solved a problem on his mind, rested for a while, took out a whetstone and put it on the stone table in the pavilion, ready to re-polish the sword intent that was damaged during the tribulation.

It took him two days to polish the new sword intent. On the third day, the Jiusu sword had ground a sharpening stone out of boredom before he stopped to adjust his breath. He was grabbing his sword back and wanted to try the new sword intent. There was a loud bang outside the door, and a moment later there was a low growl of a lion.

Not long after Ying Yao got off the bed, he found that Zhuo Yuanshan had placed a restraint on him, telling him that as soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, an iron chain appeared on his ankle, tying him to a distance of less than three feet from the courtyard gate. , it seems to be a restriction that he still can't break.

So he just paused for a moment, pretending that he didn't hear any noise, as if nothing had happened, he sent the new sword intent into the Jiusu sword, and made a starting gesture.

Jiusujian yelled, "Lion! That lion with the white mane!"

Ying Yao had no choice but to hold the sword spirit to prevent him from flying out, while reminding him helplessly: "You said back then that you would never masturbate a big cat again..."

Jiu Sujian was justified: "I regret it... No! The white wolf is a big dog. I was wrong at the time. I will never pet a dog again."

Ying Yao didn't want to pay attention to it, he held his breath, but then he heard Ying Yige's voice: "Uncle, I know you're here, I'm here to have a word with Uncle, and leave after I'm done, never disturb Uncle."

Ying Yao walked out of the courtyard and found that Zhuo Yuanshan was also on the side. He looked down at the iron chains protruding from his feet, leaned against the door with folded arms, and said calmly, "Say a word."

He was sure that Ying Yige wanted to say more than one sentence, because he saw that Ying Yige choked obviously, and his lips were blocked by him, and he said aggrievedly after a while: "I'm going to practice, and I won't let you go." I have to ask my uncle to take good care of Yuan Shan for me, he loves to drink, but his capacity for alcohol is not good, so I can't let him drink openly."

Ying Yao smacked the meaning of his words, raised an interesting eyebrow at Zhuo Yuanshan, and watched Zhuo Yuanshan send Ying Yige out of the cave and hand it over to a group of casual cultivators eagerly.

Half an hour later, Zhuo Yuanshan came back feeling a little bit disappointed, and found that Ying Yao was still leaning against the door, and couldn't help saying, "I really don't want him to leave me."

"Then Zhuo Shishu will go chase him back," Ying Yao said indifferently, "Or drink some wine?"