After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

Chapter 12 Today is a good day

Shu Nong watched Yan Changan practice the sword all day.

As if to make up for the wasted practice of the past few days, from the time I left the main hall of Wensheng Hall, I practiced until the sun went down, even though I was sweating profusely, I never stopped.

Shu Nong just watched, her arms were sore and weak, Yan Changan practiced sword, she lay on the stone table and fell asleep, woke up and fell asleep.

Yan Chang'an couldn't chase her away, he held his sword and wanted to change places, Shu Nong opened his eyes, and followed behind him step by step.

Yan Chang'an had no choice but to grit his teeth and bear with her being by his side.

It’s just that Shu Nong is really troublesome, Yan Chang’an thought, when he practiced the sword, the fallen leaves fell on her face and he had to take them off carefully, without waking her up; Don't worry about it, pick her off petal by petal, otherwise she will turn into a spirit body with a thought, and the leaves and petals will pass through her and fall to the ground.

Although there are few people in Wenshengdian, it is not empty. Today Liu Xubai came to Wenshengdian blatantly. The news about her is spreading, and Qin Tang has many friends, so it is inevitable that someone will stop by to see her. Take a look.

He didn't want them to see Shu Nong's vain appearance, so he took the trouble to pick off the fallen leaves and petals that disturbed her one by one, and then took advantage of the break to find a few long sticks and unused cloth for her. She simply built a shed.

The setting sun had arrived, and the mottled light and shadow fell on the shade cloth from among the staggered leaves. Yan Chang'an put away his sword, brought out herbal tea from the room, and put it on the stone table, Shu Nong responded.

With a slight smile, her eyes were clear, not seeing the haze of a newly awakened person, she reached out her hand to take the tea that Yan Changan had just poured, and drank it down in one gulp.

"Good tea."

Shu Nong praised the tea without leaving any taste.

Yan Changan didn't even raise his eyelids, and filled the cup in her hand with the teapot: "I'll take you back."

Shu Nong shook his head slightly, casually picked up a piece of Cangyuan flower petal left on the stone table, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and there was a bit of slyness in his eyes: "No need."

She held the teacup in one hand, dropped the petals in the other hand, propped her chin, and took two sips of tea casually: "Today is a good day, I have to find something to do."

When Yan Changan practiced sword, she lay on the table to sleep, and when Yan Changan was about to stop to rest, she was full of energy, and with a thought, the dress on her body became the same as when he first saw her, alone Stepping happily out of the yard.

Yan Chang'an neither planned to follow up to see the situation, nor did he intend to intercept Shu Nong.

She is probably going to the Hall of Eternal Life.

She is a fairy sword and sword spirit. Apart from the bond with the sword master, she is not bound by other constraints in this world. The rules of the human world cannot restrain her, and the magic weapon of the fairy gate cannot summon her soul. She can come and go freely. Yan Changan has self-knowledge. He couldn't stop her, and there was no need to put himself in danger for a visible end.

When Yan Chang'an closed his courtyard door, Liu Xubai in Yusheng Hall was meditating, circulating the spiritual power in his body to suppress the inner demon in his body that seemed to be coming back.

It's really ironic that everyone in the world thinks that he is glorious, sitting on a high platform and possessing boundless power. If he has nothing but love, he has a bright future and a smooth journey to immortality.

No one knew that he was born with demons early on in a place where no one could see.

Fortunately, being suppressed by him, even the suzerain Huaqiu just thought that he almost had a demon.

Sometimes Liu Xubai couldn't understand what he wanted, obviously before Shu Nong jumped into the real fire, he didn't have such a deep emotion, even though he and Shu Nong had feelings at that time, they couldn't compare to the hatred in his heart, that's why he was able to help Looking at Shu Nong sacrificial sword.

But things seem to have changed after Shu Nong's death. The cakes he brought back habitually couldn't find anyone to give them to; the dresses he bought accidentally couldn't find anyone to wear them; No one drank the sweet tea; he looked at the door when the sun rose every day, and no one rushed in rushing in while calling his name.

His restrained emotions in the past seem to have exploded afterwards, guilt and love seem to grow wildly, but if you ask him if he regrets, he may regret why he was so weak at the beginning. For the choice of Shu Nong to sacrifice the sword under the circumstances at that time, But he has no regrets.

The choice he faced was unsolvable.

The inner demon was beguiling him to go to Wensheng Palace to bring Su back, raising her like a bright moon, threatening to break through his control while calling out cowards and laughing.

Liu Xubai could hardly hold it back, he had managed to calm down his emotions for so many years, but after seeing Su Buxi, all of them suddenly collapsed.

Liu Xubai adjusted his breath, but Su Buxi's face kept appearing in his mind, making him think of Shu Nong uncontrollably, the more he suppressed his inner demons, the more crazy he was.

The heart demon laughed in his sea of ​​consciousness, mocking his incompetence.

Liu Xubai pursed his lips slightly, and was about to go to the back mountain summoning platform to meditate, but the moment he opened his eyes, he suddenly froze in place.

It was like falling into an ice cave, his hands and feet were stiff and unable to move, and he was thrown into a raging fire in an instant. His head was sweating profusely, his mouth was dry, and he was almost out of breath.

Not an illusion.

Liu Xubai stared blankly at the figure at the table not far away.

She pinched a piece of pastry with her slender fingers, put it under the tip of her nose and sniffed it first, then took a bite out of it carefully, took a sip of the cold tea at hand, stiffened for a moment, and then quietly spit it back into the cup.

It's not an illusion, the person he longs for is right in front of his eyes.

Liu Xubai's Adam's apple moved up and down, swallowing saliva slightly relieved the dryness of his throat.

Beads of sweat flowed down from his forehead and sank into the skirt of his clothes, leaving only a few sporadic water marks. The temperature in the room had risen at some point, like a steamer being heated.

But Liu Xubai didn't realize it, got up in a daze, staggered and trotted a few steps towards Shu Nong, and stopped in front of the table.

Shu Nong didn't seem to see him, and looked at the tea in the measuring cup in disgust.

Liu Xubai's Adam's apple rolled, trying to suppress the dry itching in his throat: "The sweet tea is in the warehouse, I didn't make it."

His voice was a little dry, trembling slightly as if he was suppressing something.

At this moment, Shu Nong stopped his movements and looked up at him slightly.

Liu Xubai's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he cautiously reached out to touch her as if he couldn't restrain himself.

However, the teacup in Shu Nong's hand fell to the ground suddenly, and when the tea splashed everywhere, Liu Xubai's slightly trembling hand also went straight through Shu Nong's body.

His eyelashes trembled violently, his mind went blank, he took half a step back in a daze, his calves were weak, and he leaned on the edge of the table and slowly landed on the chair.

Shu Nong blinked and smiled at him.

He sat down, she got up, went straight across the square table, turned around him, suddenly bent down, looked straight into his eyes, and touched his heart with her fingertips: "How ridiculous, Are you having a demon?"

(End of this chapter)