Quick Wear: I and the Way of Heaven are one

Jiang Qianyu successfully ignored the strange looks from the girls around him and walked out of the mall with his spoils contentedly.

As expected of the largest shopping mall, they have all kinds of sword tassels.

Lin Lezhi was also very satisfied and smiled while holding the small sword spike, his eyes full of admiration, "Ayu, you are awesome!"

The little sword spirit's voice broke the coldness of the sword cultivator and brought out the tenderness that was unique to the little sword spirit.

"nice! You love it."

Other people are not important.

Accompanied by the sound of muttering behind, the man and the sword walked very briskly.

This is also Jiang Qianyu's last journey. He should return to the sect to hand over the mission.

"Senior Brother Jiang, here are your mission points." The elder who exchanged the points unconsciously looked at the sword on Jiang Qianyu.

"Ayu, I noticed a lot of people were looking at me?"

Lin Lezhi was a little shy and shrank to hide beside Jiang Qianyu's ear.

Jiang Qianyu has always been immune to other people's gazes. Because he is used to it, he said to his little sword spirit seriously: "Le Le is good-looking."

"Really?" Lin Lezhi looked at Jiang Qianyu with suspicion and dropped his whole body in front of him.

"Of course." He nodded affirmatively. In Jiang Qianyu's heart, there was no sword more beautiful than his own Lele's.

Lin Lezhi felt relieved.

However, not long after, Jiang Qianyu, who returned to the sect, received the care of his master.

"Qian Yu, are you worried about something?"

Looking at the disciple who was dressing his sword, the master spoke with difficulty. Was it because he had not noticed the disciple's condition recently, or had he missed something?

He remembered that Jiang Qianyu was not like this before.

Jiang Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief after perfectly braiding the last pigtail. You know, just now, the master suddenly spoke and almost ruined the pigtail that Lele wanted.

Hearing his master's question, Jiang Qianyu thought seriously about recent events.

"Master, I don't have any worries."

Not only that, he was also very happy.

Although the little sword spirit is a little delicate, she is her own little sword spirit.

"Then what are you doing?"

The master's eyes were fixed on Jiang Qianyu's sword handle. No matter how he looked at it, this didn't suit his aesthetic taste.

The original name of Jiang Qianyu's sword is just "Le", and no one knows where he got it from.

Following his master's gaze to his own natal sword, he blinked.

"Master, Lele is a little girl, she likes beautiful sword tassels."

"Le Le?" Master's gaze fell on this unique sword.

"It gave birth to a sword spirit?"

"But why would the Sword Spirit give himself so many fancy things?"

Master doesn’t understand. A sword that can give birth to a sword spirit is truly one in a thousand.

Now, please forgive this old man for not being able to understand.

Lin Lezhi was unhappy when she heard this, but she didn't want to appear in front of others, so she directly controlled the sword and chased after him to hit him.

Then it was controlled by two slender fingers.

The sword spirit became even more angry.

The entire sword body began to tremble, and it looked for its keeper in a wronged manner.

Then the possessed breeder looked at the master with disapproval.

"Master, how can you be so picky with a little sword spirit? What did she do wrong? She just loves beauty a little."

"Every sword spirit has its own characteristics. You can't use your standards to judge Lele."

The master was so angry that he laughed. She came to hit him, so he couldn't fight back.

The breeder, feeling guilty, brought his precious sword over.

The master didn't care about these things. Instead, he looked at Jiang Qianyu worriedly, "I heard that you haven't used your sword for a long time? As a sword cultivator, how can you not use your sword?"

The hand that was comforting the little sword spirit paused. His little sword spirit was so delicate, how could it accompany him through thick and thin?

What if there are countless injuries by then?

"Qian Yu, the sword is born with spirit, which is a gift, but if she stops you, this sword is really not suitable for you."

I heard that the person in front of me was not only talking about her, but now he was trying to abduct her breeder.

Lin Lezhi was so angry that he suddenly showed up in front of the two of them, hugged Jiang Qianyu's neck and cried, and controlled the sword to chop the bad guys.

"Master, Lele is my sword, you can't say that."

"But you know the situation along the way better than I do."

The master had a gentle expression. He looked at Lin Lezhi and spoke in a soft tone.

"You don't like fighting and like to dress up. I can help you arrange it and live a good life here."

"But Qian Yu is different. Can a sword cultivator who doesn't use a sword still be called a sword cultivator?"

Master has lived for most of his life and has seen all kinds of people. Although the sword spirit in front of him has some personality, he can accept it.

She is indeed a beautiful girl, no wonder she likes so many beautiful things.

But such a sword is not suitable for Jiang Qianyu.

What's the use of a spiritual sword that can't be unsheathed?

It can only be placed in the sect as a mascot.

Grabbing Jiang Qianyu's hair, Lin Lezhi rarely spoke.

She doesn't like fighting, but she doesn't want to leave Jiang Qianyu either.

But his master was not wrong.

Even if Jiang Qianyu could develop other methods, why would he take a detour when he could clearly use a sword to move freely?

But Jiang Qianyu refused first:

"Master, no need for that. This is my sword, and it's also the little sword spirit I raised with my own hands."

"Even if I can't use a sword, I can still cultivate my own sword spirit."

Jiang Qianyu himself was not happy about it. As a master, could he really force his little disciple?

Master came quickly and left quickly.

Lin Lezhi slowly moved in front of Jiang Qianyu and said in a low voice: "But I will slow down your cultivation speed. Maybe the disciples behind you will surpass you."

"But they can't stay with me forever." Jiang Qianyu said casually, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Le Le, we are the ones who are meant to be together for life. Besides, don't you think I am capable enough to believe in your own judgment?"

"Of course not." Lin Lezhi subconsciously denied: "The person I choose is naturally the best."

"So it's just a slower process, so what does it matter?"

Jiang Qianyu has never been a competitive person, he just walks on a path.

In that case, what difference does it make whether it is faster or slower?

Instead, he was very interested in designing a scabbard for the little sword spirit.

It’s inconvenient outside, so I can only buy sword tassels.

But now that I’m back in the sect, I can make any scabbard I want.

Jiang Qianyu doesn't have much other than a lot of money.

He is also very diligent in completing tasks and has not spent any of the contribution points he has saved.

As a wealthy man, Jiang Qianyu is not only rich, but also has the heart to design the scabbard that Lin Lezhi wants.

Make sure you can always match your clothes with others and change any clothes you want.

"Lele, thank you for your hard work."

Lin Lezhi, who was pointing at the side, said, "It's not hard."