take care of yourself

The sword cultivator was still contemplating the meaning of the sword, not noticing that his sword was distracted.

Zhuo Yuanshan felt that this was a good time to comfort Ying Yao, he gently held Ying Yao's wrist, rubbed his thumb on the back of his hand, and said in a low voice: "I will protect Ah Yao in the future, so I will not call Ah Yao Haruka will be wronged again."

Ying Yao gestured absently with his fingers, thinking to himself: What is enlightenment?What kind of person can teach...

The sword spirit of Jiusujian suddenly turned around and poked his Nascent Soul arm, excitedly said: "Do you still remember what happened just now?"

Ying Yao's thoughts were interrupted, and Yuan Ying grabbed his sword and swung it, but the sword's intention failed to take shape.

Jiusujian spat out the remaining sword intent with a "bah", and asked impatiently, "When is Ah Yao going to teach him to be a man?"

Ying Yao said blankly: "Who will teach me to be a man? I'm talking about the new sword intent."

Jiu Sujian was disappointed to find that he wasn't pretending to be stupid. It was silent for a while, but still couldn't help cursing: "Blind bastard!"

So Ying Yao was even more at a loss.

He felt that his sword might be too happy, so he withdrew his energy from the sea of ​​consciousness, watched Zhuo Yuanshan move the desk table to the bed, and then took out a cup and poured wine.

Ying Yao had an ominous premonition when he only took out one cup, as expected, Zhuo Yuanshan didn't let him touch a drop of wine during the whole journey, until Ying Yao's leg injury healed, he could go down the ground and chase him to grab it. He only gave up on the wine jar in his hand.

Jiusujian pretended to be dead for a month, feeling physically and mentally exhausted, and just wanted to bury himself in a box full of whetstones, even if Ying Yao seamlessly switched between practicing swords and talking about love.

It's a pity that Ying Yao locked the whetstone in the box, and only used it when practicing swords, and cruelly refused to let Jiusujian jump into it to sharpen the edge.

Jiu Sujian and him groaned and groaned, never expecting that this is not the worst time——

When it poked its head out three times in a row to talk to Ying Yao, it found that he and Zhuo Yuanshan were full of soft and sticky love words.

Jiusujian looked desperately at Ying Yao dexterously catching up to Zhuo Yuanshan, cut his wrist with a palm, snatched the wine jar from his hand, it sighed, not wanting to be tortured any more, and slid into it by itself. It flew out of the main body of Jiusu Sword.

After a while, the shuttle boat hanging on the water wobbled down, causing waves after waves.

Zhuo Yuanshan suspected that part of the consciousness he passed on to the Gu worm had achieved his purpose, such as making Ying Yao think that he was more important than practicing swords.

The sword cultivator has been so enthusiastic these days that it is almost overwhelming, and he doesn't hold his sword all day long, and the time for sword practice is much shorter than before. Instead, he often hugs his right arm and pillows it on his knee, From time to time, he put his face against his right arm and rubbed it.

Jianxiu keenly felt that the faint sword intent in his body finally returned to himself along his arm, he breathed a sigh of relief, fell down beside Zhuo Yuanshan, and made up his mind: I promised to accompany him for four weeks. Tian Wuye has been with him for a month now, which is around seventy, so I can concentrate on sword practice for two months... It's not easy.

Jiusujian heard his idea while wandering around, and it rushed back quickly, obediently stuffing itself into Yingyao's hand, between making a sword cry to urge him and letting Jianxiu rest for a while so as not to delay sword practice due to weak legs After hesitating for a while, I still couldn't hold back the "clang".

Ying Yao touched its hilt, used aura to dispel the discomfort, carefully counted the time with Zhuo Yuanshan under his astonished eyes, and then regarded his speechlessness as acquiescence, happily picked up Holding the sword and the boy who waited for the sword went to retreat.

"Look, save the vulgar," he squeezed the sword intent he took back from Zhuo Yuanshan's arm, "I finally got back the answer of 'There is nothing I can do but force him to teach' that I couldn't figure out before."

Jiusujian touched that sword intent in disgust.

There is no generosity and solemnity in the sword intent, but gentle and soft. Compared with the mountainous sword intent before, it is more like water, but the water also goes east and never turns back.

Jiusujian blurted out, "Cultivating people for a hundred years?"

But now it is too weak, trembling as if it was about to be broken when touched by the sword edge, the Jiusu Sword flew away in horror, only to find that there was nothing wrong with it, it flew back, and entangled it with the red tassel on the hilt in a fawning manner. Should be away from the wrist.

"But you shouldn't have understood it when you saw him?" it asked, "Just leave it to Uncle Zhuo, why bother to take it out?"

Ying Yao looked a little confused again, he let go of his hand and let the sword intent drift aimlessly in the sea of ​​consciousness, and said uncertainly: "I don't know... I vaguely feel that he is uneducable, but I can't even teach him. I haven't figured it out yet, it shouldn't be."

Jiusujian was a little happy, and felt a sword intent fluctuate very lightly on the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness. He immediately realized that it was the shameful sword intent left by the sword cultivator before it was controlled by the love gu. It hesitated. For a moment, he covered up this undulating sword intent with his own sword cry.

"I've seen the Saint Sword before," it said, "the Saint Sword also kills without teaching, it's nothing strange, it's fine from the heart."