After Transmigrating into a Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

Qi Jing looked at the hilt of the spirit sword in his hand in a trance, feeling like he was dreaming.

At the same time, Nangong Ziyi, who had just walked in, was also stunned with a plate full of food in her hand.

After a long while, Nangong Ziyi was the first to react, and he shouted in surprise: "Jing, have you broken the seal?"

After being called out by him, Qi Jing woke up like a dream, staring at the red-glowing spiritual sword in his hand in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice: "This, this is my natal spirit sword?"

Nangong Ziyi was even more excited than him: "You have summoned your natal spirit sword!"

Qi Jing finally came to his senses, jumped three feet high, wishing to tell the world immediately that he had a sword!

Nangong Ziyi also gradually calmed down, but no matter how she looked at it, she felt that Qi Jing's natal spirit sword looked familiar.As we all know, natal weapons are created according to the owner's will, and the appearance of the weapon is naturally determined by the owner.

It wasn't until Yan Zhilan walked in from the door that Nangong Ziyi suddenly remembered that the spiritual sword in Qi Jing's hand was almost exactly the same as Yan Zhilan's spiritual sword called Seven Stars!Except for the different color of the aura circulating on the sword, it is almost carved out of the same mold!

Nangong Ziyi's eyes changed instantly. He looked at Qi Jing inexplicably. Just as he was about to speak, he remembered what Yan Zhilan had said before, turned a corner at the edge of his mouth, and asked instead: "Ah Jing, what are you talking about?" Natal Spirit Sword, what is it called?"

"Nine Sages!" Qi Jing replied without thinking.

As soon as these words came out, the other two people in the room immediately had different expressions.

Yan Zhilan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally he didn't have to worry about being exposed by Nangong Ziyi for his previous lying.

On the other hand, Nangong Ziyi was in a trance, as if struck by lightning, her eyes were empty, and there was only one sentence in her heart: Yan Zhilan didn't lie to him, he really knew the name of Ah Jing's Lingjian.

Although Qi Jing was surprised by Nangong Ziyi's expression, he didn't think too much about it. After all, Nangong Ziyi often made a fuss, and he was almost used to it.

So, he happily showed Yan Zhilan the Spiritual Sword Nine Saints, and he couldn't help showing off in his words: "My spiritual sword, is it good-looking? You can call up the Seven Stars and compare them to me, and see which one is better." nice?"

Nangong Ziyi snorted, put down the food and folded her arms to watch the fun. How could Yan Zhilan join forces with this kind of children's tricks?

However, the next moment, a spirit sword surrounded by blue light appeared in Yan Zhilan's hand, and it was placed side by side with Qi Jing's Nine Saints volley.

Nangong Ziyi's eyeballs are about to fall out, this Yan Zhilan, won't be controlled by the puppet array again?This is completely out of character with him!

Yan Zhilan seemed to sense his surprise, turned his head slightly, and nodded at him.

Qi Jing fondled the two juxtaposed spirit swords happily back and forth, and finally remembered a big event, then turned to ask Yan Zhilan: "How to control the sword? You teach me."

His bright eyes were full of joy, like a child who just got candy, his excitement and satisfaction spread to everyone around him, and no one was willing to refuse his invitation.

Yan Zhilan only paused for a moment before saying, "Let's go out and talk."

"Okay!" Qi Jing happily followed him out.As long as he learns to control the sword, he won't have to bother others when he goes to northern Xinjiang!

Nangong Ziyi let out a futile "Hey -" and didn't stop the person, almost kicking the stool away.If he remembers correctly, the first key to Yujian is to learn how to summon the spirit sword and retract it stably.It's obviously the first time Qi Jing has summoned the spirit sword, and he's obviously not yet proficient in it, and trying to control the sword is like going to heaven.

Although they are different from ordinary monks because they are of the blood of the gods, these simple principles are interlinked.He didn't believe that Yan Zhilan didn't understand such a simple truth.

Now that you understand it, you still want to do this, it must be with ulterior motives and evil intentions!

Thinking of this, Nangong Ziyi couldn't sit still any longer, stood up abruptly and walked outside.He wanted to see how Yan Zhilan taught Qi Jing how to control the sword.

Yan Zhilan naturally knew that this moment was not the best time, but just now when he saw Qi Jing's happy face, for some reason, his heart moved, he didn't say what he wanted to refuse, but was led away by Qi Jing in a daze up.

Standing in the vast snow at this moment, Yan Zhilan pondered for a moment and asked Qi Jing, "How did you summon the spirit sword?"

Qi Jing's smile suddenly froze, his elated face collapsed, and he couldn't tell exactly how he summoned it.It can't be said that he played like Yan Zhilan summoned Qixing, and he summoned it out of nowhere, right?

Yan Zhilan thought he was avoiding himself and didn't want to say it, and he didn't take it to heart, and continued: "You try to control it by summoning the spirit sword."

"Control it?" Qi Jing repeated after him, with a blank face, "How to control it?"

Yan Zhilan glanced at him, and shouted in a low voice: "Qixing!" Then he jumped lightly, and Qixing supported him firmly in mid-air.

The height is not high, only half the height of a person.

He looked down at Qi Jing, and said in a warm voice: "You first use the sword, start from a lower place, and when you are proficient, you can fly to a higher place."

Qi Jing nodded half understanding.In fact, he didn't even think about flying high. What if he didn't control himself well and accidentally threw himself from the sky and fell to his death?

At that time, his epitaph will be: No. 1 in the world of comprehension—the emperor who fell to his death with a sword.

Qi Jing shuddered, the picture was so beautiful that he didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

He concentrated and tried to shout: "Nine Saints!"

The Nine Saints remained motionless in his hand, like a fake spiritual sword.

Qi Jing tried several times to no avail, and looked at Yan Zhilan asking for help: "What should I do?"

Yan Zhilan frowned, put away Qixing, and strode behind him.Putting one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest, he said in a deep voice: "Concentrate your mind, gather your breath, close your eyes, and use your spiritual sense to find the Nine Sages in your spiritual sea."

Qi Jing did as he said, step by step, calmed down and held his breath, and sure enough, he saw a small miniature spirit sword about the size of a fingernail in the spirit sea.

Yan Zhilan's voice came through his spiritual sense: "Relax your mind. The spirit sword is a part of your body. You are not used to it yet. When you become proficient, you will find that it is no different from your hands and feet."

Qi Jing kept nodding like an elementary school student listening carefully, and asked him after nodding: "Then how should I control it?"

Yan Zhilan said calmly: "The sword moves with the heart."

The sword follows the heart.

These four words sound simple, but they are not simple at all when they are actually used.

Qi Jing tried his best to concentrate on manipulating the spirit sword, but the spirit sword was not as good as he wanted. Occasionally, it looked as if it was about to move once or twice, Qi Jing was overjoyed, his mind relaxed, and the spirit sword fell back again.

After trying this several times, Qi Jing was sweating profusely, and said dejectedly: "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhilan's hand on his chest suddenly exerted force, and a thick spiritual force passed along his chest into his body, and quickly spread to his whole body.

At the same time, Yan Zhilan's voice rang in his ears: "Maybe it's because your physical strength is too small to support the follow-up spiritual power. Try again."

Although Qi Jing didn't quite believe it, knowing that he was trying to comfort him, he still followed what he said honestly, concentrated his energy, and poured his thoughts into Jiu Sheng's body.

As soon as Nangong Ziyi went out, she saw Yan Zhilan hugging Qi Jing from behind with a very intimate posture, and she was immediately furious.He knew that this Yan Zhilan was a decent person, and he didn't look like a good person!

He snorted angrily, and was just about to go up and pull the two away, when suddenly his eyes blurred, and the figures of the two disappeared.

Nangong Ziyi's outstretched hand stopped.

Qi Jing's excited voice came from above his head: "I succeeded!"

Nangong Ziyi raised her head when she heard the sound, and saw under the clear blue sky, Qi Jing was stepping on a red spirit sword, almost leaning against Yan Zhilan's arms, walking around the small inn with a red face Flying around, shouting while flying: "Wow! So high!"

"Tsk, so it looks like this from above."

"Ahh! It's shaking and I'm going to fall!!!"

"Phew—it's a good thing you're here, otherwise I'd have fallen."

……

Nangong Ziyi withdrew her hand expressionlessly, and sneered in her heart: Hmph!

He turned around and walked into the house. The natal weapon of the blood of the gods was different from that of ordinary monks. Soon Qi Jing would find out the difference and come to ask him. Let Yan Zhilan, a hypocrite, be arrogant for a while, and he has to wait patiently.

But just as he turned around, he bumped into Mo Zhi who was standing at the door.

The half-grown child had a serious face, looking up at Qi Jing Yujian, as if he was not watching him Yujian, but watching him fight with the enemy. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, Nangong Ziyi was keenly aware of him. tension.

Nangong Ziyi felt it was amused, and deliberately said: "What? Are you worried about your son?"

He clicked his tongue and said: "That's right. After all, it's the first time to summon the spirit sword. I didn't wait for the summoning to be proficient, so I was so reckless to learn Yujian. Not to mention, I still fly so high. What if I accidentally fall off the sword? Come down and... eh?"

Before he finished speaking, a figure flashed past quickly, and the young man named Mo Zhi in front of him had disappeared, and a figure stood firmly in the sky not far away, who was it not Mo Zhi?

At the same time, Qi Jing's surprised voice reached his ears: "I don't know that you can also control the sword!"

"Young Master, Young Master," the usually indifferent young man stumbled and stumbled, "I..." Just now I was worried and didn't think about the consequences, and just rushed forward with my brain, only then did I realize that something was wrong.However, it was too late to hide it, he looked at Qi Jing anxiously, wanted to explain, but didn't know what to say.

While hesitating, Qi Jing's words interrupted him.

Qi Jing moved closer to Yu Jian curiously, looked at the strange-looking weapon under his feet, and asked: "This is the first time I have seen anyone other than Yan Zhilan who can summon a natal weapon. Your sword... Huh? At first glance it looks like a sword, but upon closer inspection, it doesn't seem to be."

He thought hard for a while, then hesitated and said, "You are..."

Before Mo Zhi answered, Yan Zhilan's faint voice came: "It's a halberd."

Qi Jing suddenly said: "Yes! I remembered, it's a halberd!"

It turned out to be a halberd!He never expected that in the world of comprehension, where spiritual swords are revered, he could still see halberds, a representative weapon of the cold weapon era.

Although not everyone likes spirit swords, in this world, as long as a practitioner has the ability to summon a natal weapon, the first choice must be the spirit sword.Among the people he has met, [-] out of [-] people would choose the spirit sword as their natal weapon.Except Fuyou and Nangong Ziyi, one is a knife and the other is a folding fan.However, they cannot be classified as ordinary monks, so they are not considered typical and are directly excluded.

Qi Jing walked around Mo Zhi with interest, admiring: "It's so beautiful!"

Behind Yan Zhilan's eyes suddenly sank, and Mo Zhi suddenly felt an invisible spiritual pressure rush towards him covering his head and face.

Qi Jing didn't notice it, and after praising it, he asked Mo Zhi: "Have you named it? What is it?"

Mo Zhi hesitated a little against the spiritual pressure, but nodded and said: "I call it Chensha."

"Sand?"

Qi Jing wanted to ask something more, but a joking voice came from beside him.

"Using the big to bully the small is not what a gentleman does, right?" Nangong Ziyi stood on his gold-painted bone fan, and put one hand loosely on Mo Zhi's body, helping him to remove the spiritual pressure exerted by Yan Zhilan.

Then he raised his chin slightly at Yan Zhilan, and said with a half-smile, "What do you think, Mr. Yan?"

Qi Jing looked puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Yan Zhilan didn't answer Nangong Ziyi's words, but turned to Qi Jing and said, "The time for the first sword control should not be too long, otherwise the spiritual power will be unsustainable and it will be easy to lose control."

Qi Jing said "Oh", and according to the method he taught, controlled the Nine Sages to land slowly, until his feet were on the solid ground, he exhaled, wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on his head, and patted Yan Zhi Lan's shoulders, he smiled and said, "Thank you very much!"

Seeing this, Nangong Ziyi, who followed closely behind, snorted heavily, pushed Yan Zhilan away and walked into the room: "Excuse me."

This silly cousin will be sold one day and help count the money!

Nangong Ziyi entered the room angrily, and when she saw the empty table, she became even more angry. She slammed her fan on the table and shouted angrily, "Where are the meals! Are they all dead people! Haven't prepared them for so long?"

A guard whispered: "My lord, you ordered not to serve food yet."

Nangong Ziyi choked with anger, and glared at him angrily: "When did I say that? If you don't make it clear to me, don't..."

"Okay," Qi Jing stepped into the threshold, he learned two things of summoning a sword and controlling a sword in one fell swoop today, and he was in a great mood.As soon as he entered the door and saw Nangong Ziyi getting angry, he couldn't help but stop him, "Why are you so angry in the morning?" Then he said to the guard, "Go and bring the food, I'm hungry after a long time."

The guard was in a dilemma, looking at Nangong Ziyi, then at Qi Jing.

Nangong Ziyi said angrily, "Not yet!"

The guard answered yes repeatedly, and trotted towards the back kitchen.

Qi Jing sat down beside Nangong Ziyi, poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him: "Why are you so angry? Drink some water to moisten your throat."

Nangong Ziyi took a sip of water, raised her eyebrows at Yan Zhilan provocatively: cousin or my cousin, what are you?

Yan Zhilan's expression was indifferent, and he ignored it.

Nangong Ziyi felt a sense of victory spontaneously in her heart, but before she was excited for a long time, she saw Qi Jing pour another glass of water for Yan Zhilan, and said, "I've worked hard for you today, and you should also drink water to moisten your mouth." Throat. If you want to eat something later, I'll pinch it for you."

Nangong Ziyi spat out a mouthful of water "Pfft—" which provoked Qi Jing's dislike for a while: "Why?"

Nangong Ziyi pointed at Yan Zhilan: "It's not like he's lame or blind, why do you want to bring him food?"

Qi Jing was a little unhappy: "I'm happy, can't I?"

Nangong Ziyi choked up and blurted out angrily, "I want it too!"

After he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself in the face, what did he say!Don't say a little bit of momentum, isn't it a joke for nothing!

Sure enough, not only Yan Zhilan was surprised, but even Mo Zhi couldn't help but look up at him.

Qi Jing was even more baffled: "Are you handless?"

At this time when the food was served, Nangong Ziyi simply tore up his face and made trouble out of no reason: "I am willing, can't I?"

Qi Jing was dumbfounded.What is his cousin thinking?How come you act like a child?Um?child?

Qi Jing seemed to have found the point suddenly, and looked at Nangong Ziyi with pity and sympathy in his eyes.He had forgotten that Nangong Ziyi had no parents' love since she was born. Even though she had a grandfather and uncle, she was not her own family after all, and it must be uncomfortable to live under the fence.Isn't he just a child who lacked love since childhood?

Qi Jing thought he had figured out the key point, and raised his hand to pick up a chicken leg and put it in Nangong Ziyi's bowl, with a loving halo on his face: "Hey, eat it."

This time Nangong Ziyi was at a loss, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that Ah Jing's eyes were weird, as if something was wrong?

Seeing that he didn't move his chopsticks, Qi Jing thought it was because he didn't like chicken legs, turned his head to look at the food on the table, and when he wanted to bring him another dish, he suddenly hesitated, he didn't seem to know what Nangong Ziyi likes to eat vegetable?

Seeing a table full of meals, Qi Jing felt even more guilty. He really didn't care about this cheap cousin, and he didn't even know his preferences!On the other hand, the other party specially prepared a few dishes he likes, and even thoughtfully prepared a plate of shortbread for him.

Qi Jing glanced at Nangong Ziyi apologetically, and found that the other party seemed to be immersed in his own world and didn't notice anything strange here, so he was quietly relieved.

Turning his eyes back to the dishes on the table, he raised his chopsticks several times, but still couldn't do it.

While hesitating, he stretched out a pair of chopsticks from the side and accidentally bumped into his chopsticks.

Qi Jing raised his head, and Yan Zhilan said indifferently: "Sorry, my hands are slippery." After speaking, he turned around as if nothing had happened, and picked up a chopstick.

And the chopsticks in Qi Jing's hand turned a corner under his seemingly careless touch just now, and landed on a plate of sweet and sour lotus root sticks.

Qi Jing was still hesitating, but Nangong Ziyi over there had come to her senses, and she was very moved when she saw that Qi Jing was about to make sweet and sour lotus root sticks for him: "I didn't expect you to be so concerned about it in your heart, Ah Jing." Me. I even remember what I like to eat so clearly, my cousin didn't dote on you in vain."

Hearing this, Qi Jing immediately picked up two big chopsticks for him without hesitation, and said calmly, "Eat more if you like."

After finishing Nangong Ziyi, Qi Jing's eyes turned to Yan Zhilan. He originally wanted to thank Yan Zhilan for helping him out of the siege, but for some reason, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Yan Zhilan's eyes on Nangong Ziyi, and his heart A thought popped up suddenly, why didn't he know what Nangong Ziyi liked to eat, but Yan Zhilan knew it all?With Yan Zhilan's temperament of not paying attention to anything, isn't this a bit abnormal?Could it be—

Qi Jing's probing eyes turned around Yan Zhilan's body, trying to find a clue from his face.

It's a pity that Yan Zhilan's face was calm, and no expression could be seen.

Qi Jing muttered in his heart, finished the meal without any taste, and was dragged by Nangong Ziyi to his room.

Qi Jing watched helplessly as he locked the door tightly, then closed the window tightly, and said in surprise, "What are you doing? It's like a thief in broad daylight."

Nangong Ziyi shook her finger at him: "Do you still remember that I told you that the natal weapons summoned by the blood of the gods are different from those of ordinary monks?"

Qi Jing said casually: "Did you say that?" After he finished speaking, he remembered that Nangong Ziyi seemed to have said this sentence, but he was kicked out by himself because he was too wordy .

Nangong Ziyi pressed her fingers on Qi Jing's veins, her face gradually became solemn: "The seal has not been broken yet, you forcibly summoned the spirit sword, now..."

Qi Jing also couldn't help becoming nervous with him: "What will happen?"

Nangong Ziyi shook her head, Qi Jing's eyes suddenly went dark, he had just learned to summon, and he hadn't had time to feel it, so it wouldn't end here, the first time would become the last time, right?

Subconsciously grasping Nangong Ziyi's hand, Qi Jing felt that his voice sounded like it was coming from the distant sky, and he heard himself asking in a difficult way: "Is there any way to redeem it?"

"Redeem?" Nangong Ziyi looked at him strangely, "Redeem what?"

Qi Jing stared at him blankly: "It's not that you said now..." He told Nangong Ziyi what he was thinking just now.

Nangong Ziyi couldn't help but laugh: "How can it be so serious? I have told you beforehand that the blood of the gods is different from ordinary people. Naturally, summoning natal weapons is also different from those monks, and does not require much spiritual power."

When Qi Jing heard this, he immediately cheered up: "Then what should we do?"

Nangong Ziyi mused, "Forcibly break the seal."

Qi Jing was taken aback for a moment: "Forcibly break it?"

"That's right," Nangong Ziyi looked at him, "Break it by force." He paused, and then said, "I went back last night and thought about it for a long time. Leave a ray of consciousness to give you the spirit pill and the magic sea treasure orchid. Then she will never fail to think of the damage that the spirit pill will do to you, let alone ignore it. She must have thought of a solution long ago, and this method is also I told you a long time ago. You think about it carefully."

Qi Jing was stunned, his mother only had a hasty face-to-face meeting with him, threw him two beads and then disappeared, how could she have said anything?

Nangong Ziyi didn't rush him, but just waited patiently.

Qi Jing racked his brains and thought about it countless times, but finally had to give up: "I can't think of it."

As soon as he finished speaking, his cuffs were arched up a little, and his slender body, which was as bright as red and vermilion, swam out from his wrist, and at the same time, its lazy voice sounded in Qi Jing's mind: "Master, you calls me?"

Before Qi Jing could respond, Nangong Ziyi's eyes had already landed on Chi Zhu. He looked at Chi Zhu for a while, then gradually opened his eyes, and said in a voiceless voice: "Soul Melting Art!"

The author has something to say: a large-scale jealousy scene.

Nangong Ziyi (so angry that he vomits blood): That Yan Zhilan is inferior to me in everything, why does my cousin treat him so well?

Yan Zhilan (sneering): Heh, cousin.

Qi Jing (secretly): I suspect that Yan Zhilan is interested in his cousin.