Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Late at night, the shadows of bamboo sway on the window paper.

After Xie Qingmo finished washing up, he habitually took off the Chen sword from his waist, walked to the ebony sword rack that had been used for many years beside the bed, and prepared to put the sword on it as usual.

As soon as he raised his hand, a figure in black clothes appeared silently beside the bed.

Jinchen crossed his arms, looked at the cold and hard sword rack, then looked at the bed covered with a plain mattress which was obviously much softer, and finally his gaze fixed on Xie Qingmo's hand holding the sword.

There was no expression on his face, but his clear eyes looked straight at me, and his dissatisfaction was about to become reality.

"Thank you Qingmo." Jinchen spoke with a hint of accusation, "You just love swords so much."

Xie Qingmo paused and looked at him.

"What's wrong with me?"

Jinchen stopped talking and just stood by the bed, staring at him with burning eyes, silent dissatisfaction spreading.

Xie Qingmo was somewhat puzzled by his gaze and tried to understand, "...I don't love swords to this extent."

Having to put the sword on the bed before sleeping... It's weird, right?

Jin Chen still didn't move his eyes, and finally uttered a few more words, "I want to sleep too."

Which good person hangs himself when he sleeps?

Xie Qingmo pinched his brows and compromised helplessly: "...Okay, okay. Then you go back to the sword and sleep."

He pointed to the bed next to the couch, "Right here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jinchen's figure disappeared instantly.

Xie Qingmo breathed a sigh of relief, gently placed Chen Jian on the designated spot on the floor beside the bed, and then lay down on the bed.

The bedding carried the fresh scent of bamboo leaves. He just closed his eyes, ready to sink into cultivation or a light sleep.

The bed beside me suddenly sank.

Xie Qingmo suddenly opened his eyes and saw that Jin Chen had materialized and was lying on his side beside him, holding Chen Jian's body tightly in his arms, like a huge pillow, taking up a considerable space.

The boy closed his eyes and breathed steadily, as if it was natural that he should sleep here.

Xie Qingmo: “…”

He was silent for a few breaths, trying to maintain the last bottom line, "Jinchen, go into the sword and sleep."

Jin Chen didn't even open his eyes, and said in a muffled voice: "No, the sword is very dark."

Xie Qingmo's forehead was throbbing slightly, "...I will prepare a room for you tomorrow, and you can go back to Jianli tonight."

This is his biggest concession.

"No." Jinchen refused decisively.

He suddenly turned over and faced Xie Qingmo, his eyes accusing in the dim light, "Don't you want the sword spirit anymore? Do you think I'm troublesome?"

Xie Qingmo's heart skipped a beat.

That's too much. The appearance of a sword spirit is rare once in hundreds of years. Jin Chen was angered and left by him. Isn't this a big joke among sword practitioners?

In the end, Xie Qingmo said nothing. He just lay down stiffly and closed his eyes, which was considered as his tacit consent.

But my heart is in chaos.

Does the sword spirit also need to sleep? The posture of sleeping next to him with the sword in arms... is really weird.

He tried to stay as close to the edge of the bed as possible, trying to ignore the extra warmth and presence around him.

As the night deepens, moonlight shines through the window.

After confirming that Xie Qingmo's breathing had become long and steady and that he was fast asleep, Jin Chen quietly opened half of his eyes and moved towards Xie Qingmo until his arm could lightly touch Xie Qingmo's sleeve and he hugged him to him. Then he closed his eyes again contentedly, with a smile of success at the corner of his mouth.

The next morning, Xie Qingmo woke up to the sound of birds singing outside the window, his consciousness still a little hazy.

As soon as he moved, he felt the temperature next to him was too close. Before he could react, he heard Jinchen's accusation in his ears, which was full of sleepiness but extremely clear.

"Xie Qingmo," Jinchen rubbed his eyes and sat up. His hair was a little messy from sleeping, and the collar of his black clothes was crooked.

He pointed at himself with an expression that said "what bad things have you done?"

"You are not a good sleeper, always pressing on me."

Xie Qingmo: “…”

He was completely sober. Looking at Jinchen's self-righteous and counter-attacking attitude, and then looking at himself still lying obediently on the inside of the bed, he was speechless for a moment.

Xie Qingmo was choked by Jinchen's accusation, but seeing that the other party was speaking with confidence and a few clumps of hair sticking up, he didn't say anything in rebuttal.

He stood up silently, put his clothes in order, and walked towards the bamboo forest outside the yard as usual.

This has been my regular morning routine for many years.

Just as I reached the gate of the courtyard, I saw Jinchen standing there without knowing when. She was wearing a black tight-fitting suit and had her ponytail tied up high. She looked neat and tidy, and there was no sign of the grievance of being "pushed out of bed" last night.

Jinchen was folding his arms, his back lazily leaning against the door frame, with one leg slightly bent, just blocking the door tightly.

Xie Qingmo stopped and looked at the sword spirit blocking his way in confusion.

"What's wrong."

Jinchen raised his eyes to look at him, "Have you had breakfast?"

Xie Qingmo answered subconsciously: "No."

He would occasionally cook some simple spiritual food or porridge, mostly to satisfy a habit or a mood.

Jin Chen raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and asked knowingly, "Have you been fasting?"

Xie Qingmo was stunned by his question, "...neither."

It is true that I have not completely cut off worldly contact, it is just very minimal.

Jinchen stopped talking.

He let go of his arms, stood up straight, and his clear eyes fell directly on Xie Qingmo's face.

"You can practice swordplay, but eat first."

Xie Qingmo felt a little confused by his gaze. He looked at Jinchen in silence for a few seconds, and suddenly he figured out something from the other's unusually focused eyes.

This guy, I'm afraid he's hungry...

Xie Qingmo pinched his brows and accommodatingly said, "...Okay, I'll go prepare breakfast."

He paused and looked at Jinchen, "Do you need to eat?"

Jinchen nodded immediately and answered decisively, "Of course."

Xie Qingmo: “…”

Sure enough it is.

So, in the simple little kitchen, Xie Qingmo, who had always been with the sword, rolled up his snow-white sleeves and stood in front of the stove, lighting the fire with a focused expression, preparing to cook a pot of simple spiritual rice porridge.

Jinchen didn't seem to be helping, but more like a supervisor.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes following Xie Qingmo's every move.

Watch how he lights the stove, washes the magical rice, and pours in the spring water...

The concentration was so intense that it seemed as if Xie Qingmo was not cooking porridge, but practicing some earth-shattering sword technique.

Occasionally, Xie Qingmo's back would stiffen slightly due to this overly scorching gaze, but Jinchen was unaware of it and continued to watch with great interest.

[Are you sure there are opportunities in the kitchen? ]

Jinchen stared for a long time but found nothing.

Ling crawled out and tried to get into the spiritual rice jar, but Jinchen grabbed him by the back of the neck and he could only sway in the air in vain.

[Yes!] Zero's rolling voice shook, [In the original plot, Liu Qingcheng insisted on entering the kitchen here, and after coming out, he obtained a unique sword technique. There must be an opportunity. ]

This place is not only the backyard of Wulai Peak, but also the residence of sword practitioners who have chosen to practice hard throughout the ages. There may be many treasures here.

Jinchen raised his eyes and released his spiritual sense to search, and suddenly realized that there was an independent space behind the rice jar. Before he had time to check, he heard Xie Qingmo calling.

He responded and walked over.

When the aroma of porridge filled the small kitchen, the two sat down at the stone table in the yard.

Xie Qingmo served a bowl for himself and Jinchen respectively, picked up the spoon, but couldn't help but look at Jinchen who was blowing on the hot porridge opposite him.

This really doesn't look like what a sword spirit should look like. It's more like... a divine character that walked out of a storybook.

Xie Qingmo put down the spoon and asked, "How did the sword spirit's appearance come about?"

It's really outstanding.

Jin Chen, who was drinking porridge with his head down, paused, raised his head, and met Xie Qingmo's cold and clear eyes.

Jinchen's heart moved, he put down the bowl, leaned forward slightly, and said, "According to the master's preferences."

"Cough! Cough cough cough..."

Xie Qingmo was caught off guard and nearly choked on his porridge. He turned his back and coughed softly a few times, and a blush quickly spread around his ears.

"Okay." Xie Qingmo decisively stopped asking questions, quickly drank a few mouthfuls of porridge and stood up, "Let's practice swordplay."