The five hundred and fifty-ninth chapter spirit (a)
The second time, the third time.
Of course Nanmen Jingyang noticed something was wrong with the weapon spirit and was very angry: "What on earth are you going to do?"
The pretty woman in red put her hands on her hips angrily: "Why are you playing with them? You have to play with me."
Nanmen Jingyang was helpless. The weapon spirit had only been born a few years ago, and her spirit body was unstable. She didn't understand human emotions at all, and her eyes were all domineering.
As ignorant and domineering as a child.
He explained seriously the difference between monks and weapon spirits, but the weapon spirit didn't listen to her. She was unhappy when she saw him going to play with those five people, causing trouble in the array, insisting that Nanmen Jingyang only accompany her.
"I know you like them because you like children. I am your child. The Zhentong is inseparable from you. I was born from the Zhentong, and I am your child. You can only accompany me."
What the weapon spirit can understand needs to be taught well by its master.
Nanmen Jingyang asked her to teach her. First of all, she had to correct her a little bit.
"You are not my child, you are the weapon spirit born from the array tube. Before me, several elders were inseparable from the array tube."
Destiny is so magical. If you don't pay attention, you will turn a corner wherever you hit a rock. Some of them will bend back to the original track, and some of them will bend out of the sky.
These five people did not get together in the previous life. Lan Jiu is no longer with no one to heal her. Leng Ruo and Hu Nuan, who is not called Hu Nuan, live in seclusion on Piaoran Peak. Jin Xin and Xiao Kuan are not as close as they were in this life.
Naturally, there are no lawless small groups causing endless excitement, and there is no trip to Wuji Mountain.
Gong Suhuan and Nanmen Jingyang had a normal life, while Nanmen Jingyang silently raised Qi Ling. No one compared him and he felt that Qi Ling was very good.
But in this life, when five people bump into each other, the sparks they create turn into fire and reach the Wuji Gate.
Nanmen Jingyang saw the prototype of the child in his heart, with flesh and blood, warmth, and the ability to cry, laugh, and make trouble. They were not children, they were called surprises. Every word, every movement, every look in their eyes was an unexpected pleasure for him.
The child is so cute.
Well, not all children are cute, these five are.
With this comparison, the weapon spirits are compared very harshly.
Ling, you are a spirit, not a child, not even a human being. You do not understand human emotions at all, and you cannot respond to my emotions. How could I treat you as a child?
Even for Nanmen Jingyang at this time in his life, the above thought would not arise in him.
It didn't take long for the weapon spirit to be born, and he didn't have enough time to accompany it day and night. He treated her, or it, in the same way as he cultivated the weapon spirit.
Nanmen Jingyang was very sober. Even though the spirit of the weapon acted domineering and arrogant like a child, it was actually just the instinct of the weapon. It won the attention of the owner and allowed him to practice well.
My heart is clear.
So I am very dissatisfied with her seemingly competing for favor.
But, after all, it is a weapon spirit, which is very rare. It is born from a formation that has been passed down from generation to generation in the family. It can be said to be a family heirloom that cannot be lost. You need to teach her to adapt to the real world.
And it is still small, so it cannot be suppressed by force, otherwise it will dissipate. What a pity.
Therefore, when the spirit of the weapon was making a fuss, Nanmen Jingyang could not do anything for a while, so he could only teach slowly.
In the eyes of several children, it became a breach of trust and was not good for Gong Suhuan.
In fact, he was entangled in the spirit of the weapon and was mentally exhausted.
Are other people's weapon spirits so difficult to teach?
After all, they are not human beings. The weapon spirits only know that they are rare, so they subconsciously think that they can control heaven and earth.
She said: "I want to be a human being."
Nanmen was shocked: "You are a weapon spirit."
There is no consensus on basic understanding points.
Qi Ling felt resentful and suddenly stopped making trouble.
Nanmen Jingyang thought that his preaching had worked, and then he happily went to accompany the children, taught them how to set up formations, took them out to play, and even took them to drink tea with other real people in Wuji Sect and watch a lot of children playing.
together.
Everyone enjoyed watching it.
Social fear is a common problem in this deserted sect. It was suddenly so lively, and knowing that the liveliness would not last but was temporary, I cherished it and let the children run wild. I thought it would be a good thing if my children were more cheerful.
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There is no other way. If you are not cheerful, how can you spread your branches? Their Wuji Sect also hopes to become bigger and stronger. To become bigger and stronger, you must first have people. Isn't marriage the best way to add people?
Juniors, you have to strive for success.
Young disciple of Wuji Sect: We just want to play.
The adults chatted, talked about anything, gossiped, and asked about the five animals.
Nanmen Jingyang smiled and said that they had greatly changed the appearance of his family, saying that they were full of vitality and vitality.
Then he talked about his own children, his apprentices, and his children.
Nanmen Jingyang also smiled and spoke, his heart full of sunshine.
On the way back, Hu Nuan asked: "Uncle, aren't you going to sleep with me?"
Boom, Nanmen Jingyang's face turned red. This, this, this, this, was asked such a question by a child - cough cough.
"Master, I'll teach you a little magic formation, can you make it rain like flowers from the sky?"
Hu Nuan was fooled at once.
That night, the couple slept together. They felt like they were in different rooms and couldn't explain it to their children.
Cultivation, practice hard to propagate the great path.
In the deep night, an invisible figure emerged from the array and quietly came to the side yard.
Hu Nuan and the others live here, the boys live on one side and the girls live on the other side, each with a room.
The weapon spirit belongs to Nanmen Jingyang and can move freely on Nanmen Jingyang's territory without touching any restrictions.
She arrived at Hu Nuan's room accurately, walked through the wall, and stood in front of Hu Nuan's bed.
"What's the difference between me and her?"
After watching for a long time, Qi Ling couldn't see how Hu Nuan was better than her. A small foundation builder couldn't compare to her, and she was far less helpful to Nanmen Jingyang.
Why does Nanmen Jingyang like her so much?
This made her very uncomfortable.
It is enough for her master to have her. It is enough for him to give her his attention and care.
The girl slept soundly on the bed, her unconscious face was innocent and calm, and the corners of her mouth moved slightly from time to time, as if she was reminiscing. What was she reminiscing about? Delicious food or fun things?
Whether it's delicious food or fun things, she can't have it.
The weapon spirit is destined to be unable to get rid of its own body. She will never be able to have a body as fragile, warm and free as the one in front of her.
The weapon spirit's eyes were full of malice.
She couldn't live without the array and couldn't take this body away, but there was no other way.
The white and delicate palm gently fell to the sleeping girl's face, staying half a foot away, as if something fell into the girl's hair and disappeared.
Qi Ling's figure faded away, and no one noticed her coming from the beginning to the end.
As the night passed, everyone was in good spirits, and the couple looked even better. They suddenly felt like they were newlyweds.
They looked at each other shyly.
It was so logical. Every day after that, Nanmen Jingyang taught classes and walked the baby during the day, and practiced making babies at night. The days had never been so fulfilling and full of yearning.
The weapon spirit seemed to have disappeared and never came out to disturb him once.
But every night, when everyone was sleeping or practicing, she would always come to Hu Nuan's room and place her palm above the girl's head.
