take care of yourself

Ying Yao was startled by the sudden smell of vinegar from his sword, and hurriedly stroked it comfortingly, but Jiu Sujian ungratefully jumped down from his waist, jumped onto the table and rolled.

"You heartbreaker!" It rolled over Zhuo Yuanshan's letter and rolled back, yelling loudly, "You still miss your old love! You don't touch me every day!"

Jianxiu looked blankly at his sword rolling around on the table, hesitated for a moment, and put the I Zhijian on the table.

The Jiusu sword was so engrossed in rolling that it didn't notice that I knew the sword tripped over the table and fell on Ying Yao's knee unwillingly, and then yelled even louder.

"You need me to touch you every day?" Ying Yao said in surprise, "But you don't chop wood."

Saving the common sword and sword spirit chewed his steady surface, rolling around like a kid who didn't eat candy: "You just miss your old love! You even practice with it!"

But after all, it relied on its reputation as a magic soldier, so it had to be a little bit cheeky, and didn't wail "I want it, I want it" to the sword repairer.

Ying Yao took back the "Wo Zhi Sword" from his master when he came out of the retreat.

I know that the sword is made of ordinary iron, and it has been rusted after several years of neglect. He used spiritual energy and a small piece of whetstone to re-temper it in the interval of daily sword practice.

As for Jiusu Sword, which is alive and kicking, the sword that grows hands and feet without paying attention, let it play with sharpening stones by itself, and at most take a hot bath together, lest it go to the house to break the tiles.

Jianxiu figured out what was going on, and thought it was very interesting, even a little cute, but he watched his sword rolling a dozen times on his lap calmly, and finally felt bored, so he stopped angrily .

"Ayao is so annoying," it whimpered, "I'm talking about my whole life, but in fact, I hug you left and right, sleep with the big quilt, and don't let the sword feel wronged, I'm still not your cutie ?”

Ying Yao was silent for a while, and felt that the words sounded familiar. He thought about it for a while, and remembered that he had written it in the story book. He was choked by his sword and coughed in embarrassment.

Jisujian gloated and repeated: "Am I still your little cutie?"

Ying Yao was so worn down by it that he had no choice but to take out the whetstone and use spiritual energy to serve the Jiusu Sword from the hilt to the tip. After the sword spirit was comfortable, he burrowed into his sea of ​​consciousness, and collapsed beside the Nascent Soul in a daze sleep.

Ying Yao was interrupted by it and almost forgot what he was going to do just now. He picked up the Wuzhi sword that had been silent all the time and put it into the mustard ring, and couldn't help but sighed a long time.

It is a great fortune that the sword forged by mortals can give birth to spiritual wisdom, and it is absolutely impossible to reproduce it again. The sword is not to let me know that the sword regenerates the spiritual wisdom.

I know that the time when his sword was broken and his spiritual wisdom dissipated was also the time when he was in the most pain and hesitation. Ying Yao witnessed Zhuo Yuanshan's wanton squandering of mortal lives. Saved, but also risked not keeping anything.

His sword was broken, and his cultivation was reduced to nothing in the choice between day-by-day leisure and mortal life. Only his junior sister was sent back safely by him, but this couldn't make him feel any joy.

Ying Yao doesn't like Zhuo Yuanshan, but also hates having fun with him all day in disheveled clothes. If it wasn't for the fact that the "worldly" Taoist sword cultivator was born suffering, and he has traveled around all these years and has seen the suffering of the world, he might have wiped his neck long ago. escaped.

He doesn't like to show these things to others, and he doesn't like to think about them when he is alone, but he has to admit that he is indeed affected by it, and he may even grit his teeth with hatred, otherwise when he sees the first letter sent by Zhuo Yuanshan , I will never set it on fire without even looking at it.

Ying Yao knew that if he wanted to beat Zhuo Yuanshan, at least he had to know where he was, what level of cultivation he was, and how many subordinates were protecting him. He should take a look at the letter and see how Zhuo Yuanshan was counting. Within a month, he had broken through to the middle stage of transformation, but he couldn't hold back his disgust.

The sword cultivator waited for three years before he was willing to face up to his reluctance to let go. It all started when the My Zhijian broke and his spiritual wisdom dissipated, so he polished the My Zhijian to a new level, and also used this to tap his heart.

Jiusujian turned over in his sea of ​​consciousness, and muttered, "What is there to ask about your Taoist heart, it is already enough for an old lady, and with the addition of Jiaohuajian, you will almost become an old lady for your mother-in-law."

Ying Yao smiled, lowered his head and opened the scratched envelope in front of him, and a small key fell out first.

The key is engraved with "Lingbao of Snow Mountain" on one side and "Excellent in Linlang Pavilion" on the other side. It is made of the marrow of Lingbi, and it comes from a monk firm that claims to be a merchant monk but actually has all kinds of monks.

There are six sheets of letter paper, four of which are expressing his heart, Ying Yao hastily glanced over them, and always felt that there was a resentful woman's smell between the lines, so he hurriedly turned over these pages.

Starting from the fifth page is the serious matter. Zhuo Yuanshan routinely said that the Tongtian Seal disappeared after opening the Da Neng Cave. There was danger everywhere in the Cave. Three monks in the tribulation period joined forces to protect them and walked to Tongtian Road.

Tongtian Road is indeed soaring into the clouds, as if it leads directly to the upper realm. However, anyone who walks this road will never return. There are no corpses, and the glow of the sky when they ascended. After walking up this road, you can't retreat, otherwise you will die. There was no bones left after being rained down by heavenly thunder.

Many of the accompanying monks went to Tongtian Road, so many places in the Central Plains were vacant. He remembered that Ying Yao liked spicy food, so he returned from the cave first and occupied Emei first.

He also remembered that he still had some towns in Linlang Pavilion, which he could no longer use, and he confiscated some of his subordinates. He guessed that he was about to leave the customs soon, so he sent them here all at once.

Ying Yao picked up the key that had been put aside and looked at it, then pinched his nose and reread the first four pages of the letter, suddenly he was not sure whether Zhuo Yuanshan fell in love because he pretended to like him or really liked him.

Well, Jianxiu said to himself, you have to work hard to practice and not break your promise.