Nangong Ziyi thinks that she is a manly man who can bend and stretch.Therefore, even though Qi Jing had no intention of keeping him at all, he turned back from the ground, sat down firmly in front of Qi Jing, and said with a smile: "No hurry. Ah Jing had a nightmare, my cousin Wouldn't it be wrong if you don't comfort me a little bit?"

Qi Jing snorted, and didn't expose him, poured himself a glass of water and put it to his lips to sip slowly.He hasn't recovered from the nightmare just now. Although he knows that Nangong Ziyi is here waiting for him to wake up, it will never be such a trivial matter as a heart-to-heart talk, but I have to say that after the other party's gag, he has a nightmare And the violently beating heart calmed down a lot.Even because he was by his side, he felt much more at ease.

After sipping the small glass of water, Qi Jing put down the glass and said, "I..."

"you……"

Unexpectedly, seeing him put down the cup, Nangong Ziyi uttered at the same time as him.

The two looked at each other, and Nangong Ziyi smiled and said, "Ah Jing first."

Qi Jing told him the whole thing in the dream. Although his mood has eased a lot at the moment, he is still worried: "Do you think this may be a foreseeable dream?"

Nangong Ziyi shook her head: "Not all nightmares are foreseeable things, and they may also be caused by your recent excessive worry."

Qi Jing was not comforted by him, but was still worried: "I'm still worried about Uncle You."

Nangong Ziyi patted his hand on the low table lightly: "You have to trust uncle. Uncle is the protector of the guardian beasts. In the Xia Department, both his status and cultivation are far higher than others." He said Looking into Qi Jing's eyes, he repeated firmly: "You have to trust him."

Qi Jing hesitated, and finally nodded after a while.

After this matter was finished, the pressure in my heart suddenly eased a lot.He pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile: "Tell me, what are you doing in my room in the middle of the night? It's not really just to help me relieve my mood and solve problems, right?"

Nangong Ziyi smiled slightly, and quickly unfolded the fan: "It's official."

Qi Jing just said it casually, but he didn't expect the other party to admit it openly.He couldn't laugh or cry: "Okay, now your task has been completed, you can go back to sleep."

Nangong Ziyi raised her eyebrows: "Who said I have completed my mission? I haven't started yet."

Qi Jing was dumbfounded: "Didn't you come here specially to explain me? Now my nightmare has..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Nangong Ziyi.

Nangong Ziyi stretched out a finger and waved it back and forth in front of him twice: "It's a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. The purpose of my coming is another matter that is very important to you."

Qi Jing looked at him in surprise: "Something very important to me? What is it? Is it more important than saving Uncle You?"

"Naturally," Nangong Ziyi nodded solemnly, "more important than anyone else."

Qi Jing was a little curious, and urged him: "Then you said it."

Nangong Ziyi stopped being tricky, looked into his eyes, and said clearly: "It's about the natal spirit sword."

When Qi Jing heard this, his face immediately fell down. His spirit pill and cultivation base could not fully match, and he couldn't summon the natal spirit sword, so there was nothing he could do.He lowered his head and said, "Oh."

Nangong Ziyi: "Oh, what do you mean?"

Qi Jing said dejectedly: "Oh, I just got it, got it, got it. Is it alright?" The inability to summon the natal spirit sword was a scar in his heart, and he usually didn't feel it was a problem, but it would happen from time to time when it was critical. It jumped out with a dull pain.

He also wants to walk with a sword, and also wants to fight against others, but if he can't be summoned, he can't be summoned. What can he do?The natal spirit sword is cultivated by oneself, it is different from ordinary spirit swords, even if you want to snatch it, there is no place to snatch it.What's more, it's useless to snatch it from others, and it's impossible to listen to him.

Nangong Ziyi saw his appearance, what else did she not understand?

He imitated Qi Jing and leaned against the low table with his arms folded, and took a moment to say: "You never thought that apart from the cultivation of the spirit pill, it's your way of summoning the spirit sword, isn't it?"

Qi Jing was stunned: "A way?" He had seen Yan Zhilan summon the Seven Star Spirit Sword several times, but he didn't see any way to do it. He just used it as he wanted, and took it back as he wanted.

Seeing that he really didn't understand, Nangong Ziyi said thoughtfully, "So I'm waiting here."

Qi Jing looked blank: "What?"

Nangong Ziyi said: "It's no small thing for a spirit pill to be separated from the body. If it's serious, you'll die, or if you're seriously ill, you'll be bedridden. But you're not only safe and sound, but you can also cultivate another pill core that belongs to ordinary monks. Why?"

Qi Jing felt as if he was listening to the heavenly scriptures, he could understand every word of Nangong Ziyi, why did he not understand what he meant when they were put together?He followed Nangong Ziyi's words blankly and asked him, "Why?"

Nangong Ziyi tapped the handle of the fan lightly on the table, making a muffled sound. He pondered, "I couldn't figure it out before, but now I understand." He looked up at Qi Jing, "If I didn't guess, it should be you The part of the memory inheritance that belongs to the bloodline of the gods has been sealed."

"Sealed?"

"That's right," Nangong Ziyi said firmly, "otherwise, you wouldn't know how to summon your natal weapon."

Qi Jing became even more confused: "But isn't every monk who has cultivated a spiritual sword capable of summoning a natal spirit sword? What does this have to do with inheritance?"

"It's not the same," Nangong Ziyi looked at him fixedly, "Do you think the natal weapon of the blood of the gods is the same as that produced by ordinary monks?"

Qi Jing's head was as big as three heads, Nangong Ziyi circled around him, and finally got him in a hurry.He broke down and said: "I beg you! Do me a favor! Can you finish all the words at once? Don't circle around with me anymore!"

Nangong Ziyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I didn't deliberately go around in circles with you, I was clearly trying to clear up your doubts..."

"Stop!" Qi Jing hurriedly made a stop gesture, taking advantage of Nangong Ziyi's time to shut up, and hurriedly said, "I don't want to know what inheritance is different now. You just need to tell me, what should I do?" How to summon the natal spirit sword, it will be fine!"

Unexpectedly, Nangong Ziyi said helplessly: "Everyone's summoning password is different, how would I know you - eh? What are you doing? Don't push me..."

"boom!"

Nangong Ziyi was pushed out, and before he could react, the door was mercilessly closed in front of him.

Nangong Ziyi touched her nose, which was almost hit by the door, and tapped on the door lightly: "Jing, listen to me..."

"Go back and rest!"

Qi Jing was so angry that he yelled through the door, regardless of whether Nangong Ziyi had left or not, he threw himself on the bed angrily, and ignored him again.

This Nangong Ziyi, more than enough to succeed than to fail, dare to waste most of the time with him just talking nonsense?Fortunately, I still have so much confidence in him, it's just blind!

Qi Jing was full of suffocation and had no place to vent, tossing and turning on the bed, and after a while, he secretly scolded Nangong Ziyi for crow's mouth, insisting that he would not be able to sleep at night if he slept too much during the day.He just can't fall asleep right now!

It was quiet outside the door, Nangong Ziyi must have left.In the dead of night, Qi Jing couldn't sleep and was too embarrassed to disturb others, so he poked Chi Zhu who hadn't moved for many days out of boredom.

"Chi Zhu, can you hear me?"

Qi Jing called out with his mind, and then poked its body with his hands.

Chi Zhu curled up on his wrist without moving.

Qi Jing was fine, now he calmed down and began to think about what Nangong Ziyi said.

seal.password.

Qi Jing thought hard for a long time, but couldn't figure out why, feeling like a headless chicken running around aimlessly.

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly remembered something. The original weapon in the original book seemed to be a spiritual sword called the Nine Saints!

Qi Jing was immediately elated, imitating Yan Zhilan, and shouted in a low voice: "Nine Sages!"

Whatever the password is, he doesn't know it anyway, so it's better to give it a try.Anyway, even if he was wrong, there was no loss to him.If you get it right, then...

Qi Jing giggled, and then raised his voice and shouted: "Nine Saints!" At the same time, his right hand took the posture of holding the hilt of the sword.

Dozens of times back and forth, the response to him was silence.

Nothing happened at all.

Not to mention the spirit sword, there wasn't even a hint of aura.

But Qi Jing didn't care about it, he had gradually found the fun in it, and had a great time playing it.

That's right, his pleasure is to imitate Yan Zhilan's sword-holding movements and speaking expressions.While imitating Yan Zhilan's cold and serious expression, imitating his cold tone of voice and shouting: "Nine Saints!"

The next moment, he pretended that there was an enemy on the opposite side, held a sword flower in his hand empty, and pierced through with a sharp sword, with Yan Zhilan's cold expression still on his face, and the two words he said were like With ice in his mouth: "Presumptuous!"

At the beginning, Qi Jing didn't seem to learn it well because the movements were unfamiliar and not proficient enough. Later, he gradually learned the tricks without a teacher-don't laugh, his tone must be firm, and his posture must be good-looking!Then it got out of hand.

When he finally had a good time and lay on the bed, he suddenly remembered a very crucial detail. Every time Yan Zhilan summoned Qixing, his expression was very serious!It must be gathering spiritual power in secret!He was so happy playing just now that he forgot about this!No, no, I have to make up!

Qi Jing thought of doing it, a carp stood upright from the bed, stood in the spacious place of the room, while thinking about Yan Zhilan's expression in his heart, while concentrating all his spiritual power on his right hand, his mind was full of the seven-star spirit sword The whole body is full of brilliance.Everything was ready, he took a deep breath, and shouted: "Nine Saints!"

At the same time, the door creaked and was pushed open from the outside, and someone walked in, accompanied by a flattering voice: "Jing, are you hungry? I brought some food over."

"Who?" Qi Jing was suddenly interrupted, and subconsciously shot out all the spiritual power gathered in his hands.

However, the aura that was expected to appear when the spiritual power was released did not appear, and instead, a scene that Qi Jing never expected.

The author has something to say: To be honest, Qi Jing imitated Yan Zhilan's appearance, just like me when I was a child practicing magic with a bed sheet (cover my face

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