White Moonlight who became an enemy after death [Rebirth]

Yi Jianqing saw a sword.

A spiritual sword that is as bright as frost and snow, the sword body is blue, the blade is silvery white, and when it is unsheathed, it flashes cold light, which can make people daunting.

There is no doubt that this is a rare sword.

Yi Jianqing is very familiar with this sword and knows its name is "Zheyu".Many years ago, Lin Xueji traveled with this sword and fought with him; at the later sword discussion meeting, Lin Xueji, who lost his self-awareness, also used this sword to destroy His dantian and golden elixir.

But at this moment, the sword was quietly sealed in the scabbard, and judging from the dust on the scabbard, Lin Xueji should have not used the sword for a while.

Do you have a new spirit sword?

Not quite.

Because this sword looks like the kind of sword that was put into the dantian by the owner for many years. It has a brilliant aura, a restrained edge, and a very good material. It must have been tempered not long ago.

——This was not long ago, about a few decades ago.

From Yi Jianqing's point of view, even if Lin Xueji could find a sword with better material, he might not be able to cultivate it to connect with his mind for a while, so the most suitable one for him should be this sword. A sword is right.

What's more, based on his understanding of Lin Xueji, the other party is not a person who loves the new and dislikes the old.

Yi Jianqing pondered for a moment, put the sword back in its sheath, and walked out of the study.

It's early morning now, according to Lin Xueji's habit, at this time he usually practices swords at Jianya.

The sword cliff is bare, and there are countless fierce sword qi criss-crossing. In the past, Yi Jianqing didn't like to go there when he was a demon king, but in order to find Lin Xueji, he had to go there eight times when he came to Yuhua Mountain out of ten times. He became more and more repulsed by Jianya.After rebirth, except for Lin Xueji who took him around before his wedding, he had never been there.

He is not the kind of person who has a strong desire for control, and he insists on knowing what his partner is doing all the time. Therefore, for so long, he thought that Lin Xueji really practiced sword at Jianya every morning.

But at this moment, he wanted to see it.

Lin Xueji's most convenient spirit sword is in the secret room, so what does he use to practice swords at Jianya every day?

As soon as he went out, he saw Lin Xueji walking from the opposite side.

Yi Jianqing didn't feel sorry for not being able to break through his secret with his own eyes. He just stood at the door and opened his arms. When Lin Xueji came over, he hugged him and naturally stole a sweet kiss from the corner of his mouth. , and then turned his face, motioning for him to kiss himself too.

Lin Xueji's eyes moved slightly, and she kissed him as well.

When he kisses him, he always closes his eyes, breathes lightly, his long eyelashes tremble slightly, and every kiss looks extremely precious and pious.

Yi Jianqing was used to it, took his hand and walked into the house, seemingly unintentionally said: "You go out to practice swords, don't you even bring a sword?"

Lin Xueji was taken aback: "What?"

"I saw your sword. It's called Zheyu in the study at the back, right?"

Lin Xueji said, "Well, that's the name."

His body was slightly stiff, which Yi Jianqing noticed.

He lowered his eyes, and said as if on a whim: "Hey Lin Xueji, I suddenly remembered that I haven't used a sword for a long time, why don't you try to learn from me?"

Lin Xue asked, "Today?"

"Yes." Yi Jianqing smiled, "It's better to hit the sun than choose the day."

Lin Xueji was silent for a while, and said, "Okay."

Yi Jianqing took him to the small study room, took down the sword, and condensed a sword with spiritual energy at will, saying: "Come."

Lin Xueji looked down at the sword and held the hilt with her hand.His movements did not show any hesitation, but after he grasped the hilt of the sword, his hand trembled uncontrollably.

He tried again, but still couldn't pick up the sword.

This partner who has been with him for many years seems to have become a thorn that he cannot grasp.

Lin Xue Jisong

He opened his hand and said to Yi Jianqing, "Sorry, I..."

Yi Jianqing looked at him quietly: "Isn't this your sword, why do you seem to be afraid of it?"

Lin Xue sent back to look at him with deep eyes: "I'm not afraid of it."

"I see." Yi Jianqing said, dissipating the aura in his hand, and stepped forward to pull out Zheyu for him, "You are either afraid of it, or you are afraid of me."

He grabbed Lin Xueji's hand, put Zheyu into his hand, made him close his five fingers, hold the hilt of the sword, and then slowly stroked the trembling fingers, saying: "But you were a swordsman before, how could you Never hold a sword again for the rest of your life?"

Lin Xueji tried her best to restrain the trembling of her fingers, and comforted: "I will pick it up in the future."

"Oh, you didn't understand me." Yi Jianqing said, "I don't mean to let you pick it up later."

Lin Xueji was slightly puzzled: "Then what do you mean?"

Yi Jianqing raised his head, showed him a meaningful smile, and said with a long ending: "I want to teach you how to use a sword."

Lin Xueji met his eyes, and gradually, as if he understood something from his eyes, his eyes flashed suddenly.

Yi Jianqing still held his hand tightly, looked left and right, and said: "Look, the study is a good place, and there are windows; the sword is a good thing; Xiaohe Xianjun, you are a good match. The right time and place There are people and people."

He leaned over, bit Lin Xueji's ear, and deliberately lowered his voice ambiguously: "I know Xianjun Xiaohe's swordsmanship is superb, but Xianjun is a gentleman, and he probably doesn't know that the sword has other uses, right?"

Lin Xueji's ear turned red immediately, and her breathing became slightly short of breath, but she was still doing the last, futile resistance: "Let's go back to the room."

"Why? The study, what a place, don't you feel moved at all?"

Lin Xueji was silent for a moment, then uttered three words: "Not dignified."

Yi Jianqing was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing: "No way, Xianjun, you have already done that kind of thing with me, how can you be more solemn?"

Lin Xueji's expression became more and more tense: "There is no bed here."

"What kind of bed do you want? Isn't there a chair? If it doesn't work, you can still stand... um."

Lin Xueji covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "Stop talking."

Yi Jianqing raised his eyebrows, with a wicked smile in his eyes, then stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked Lin Xueji's palm.

Lin Xueji suddenly withdrew her hand as if she had been scalded.

Yi Jianqing smiled and said: "Come on, Xianjun, there are only two of us here."

His voice was extremely low, and it slowly rang in Lin Xueji's ears, like a devil's bewitching: "As long as you don't tell me, and I don't tell you, no one will know that you are fooling around with the devil in the study, and you will go out by then." , or that pure and pure Xiaohe Immortal..."

The Daoist and pure Xiaohe Xianjun finally failed to withstand the demon's words. In the study, he was taught a set of secret swordsmanship and used it on the demon. Once used, it lasts all day.

There were indeed no outsiders in the study, and no one knew the exact process, but judging from the results, it should be quite satisfying.

Because after this day, Immortal Xiaohe could indeed use the sword again.