When Zhuchen saw Feng Wuye appearing, she subconsciously hid the sword spike and carried it behind her back. She stepped forward in small steps and said with a slight guilt: "Master, why are you back so early today?"

Feng Buye's brows furrowed slightly, but there was no anger in them. He first raised his eyes to look at Zhuchen, and then turned to glance at the two people beside him.

Both of them shook their heads violently, their faces trembling, just to show that they didn't know anything, let alone coax Zhuchen into doing anything.

Huai Xie gave Quan Tong a hard squeeze and complained secretly. He was afraid that this man was his evil star, so why did he have to bring him here to find Zhu Chen at this time? He had never been so frightened in his life.

Quan Tong took a staggering step to the side, almost falling over. He stood firm, and when he saw Feng Buye, he fixed his gaze on himself. Without caring about his face, he quickly cupped his fists and performed a non-standard salute, and then bowed his head.

Run away.

Huai Xie cursed again in his heart.

"He has been looking bad since just now," Zhuchen said, "Oh, it's cold, I'm afraid he caught a cold."

Only then did Feng Buye ask his first question: "What are you doing?"

Zhuchen whispered: "I haven't done anything. I want to make something up."

Feng Buye's eyes were fixed on Huai Xie. Huai Xie took the initiative, one step, two steps, and ran away as if fleeing from danger.

Zhuchen was suspicious: "What tricks did the two of them play? Why are they so weird? They came and asked and then ran away."

After she finished speaking, she realized that Feng Buye's expression was a little strange. He couldn't even hide his usually pure face. He asked again: "What did you do to the Hanxu Sword just now?

"

Zhuchen had no choice but to say frankly: "Today is the winter solstice, and everyone has received gifts, so I want to prepare one for you. I just don't know what to give, so I just want to weave a sword tassel according to the Hanxu Sword."

Feng Buye answered quickly: "No need. It's too much trouble."

"It's nothing. I compiled it in a few hours." Zhuchen said with a smile, "Master usually gives me gifts. Now that I have established a sect, I should give Master a gift in return."

When Feng Buye heard that there were still "a few hours" left, he couldn't listen to the rest of the words. He waited for Zhuchen's words to end and then added: "You can do whatever you want. The sword spike is not necessary."

Compared with Zhuchen's gentle and joyful voice, his answer was like a stone falling into the water, cold and stiff.

"What's random?" Zhuchen recalled the words of Taoist Xunshan and joked, "I can't pick a random flower on the roadside and give it to you, right?"

"Whatever." Feng Buye just wanted to tell her to give up playing with the Hanxu Sword, but his tone seemed perfunctory, "It's okay to give her a flower."

Zhuchen was stunned for a moment, and after a few consecutive "casualties", no matter how slow he was, he couldn't ignore his displeasure, and said softly: "But there are no wild flowers on the roadside in Chaowen... only bamboo."

As she spoke, her voice became softer and softer, almost inaudible. When Feng Buye heard her suddenly quieten down, he realized that he might have spoken too harshly and was a bit hurtful.

His Adam's apple rolled up, his long eyelashes drooped, and he didn't know what to say to comfort him.

This problem troubled him even more than the Hanxu Sword just now, and these problems that rarely bothered him all came from the person in front of him.

Zhuchen lowered his sword and wrapped his fingers around the red rope in his palm. His chest felt a bit cold and sour for no reason. He thought it was his own good intentions that turned out to be self-indulgence, but it was not Feng Buye's fault.

She clenched her fingers so hard that they hurt, pursed her lips, smiled lightly, and said, "Okay, then I'll go and show Master if there are any exquisite little things in Chaowen."

Feng Buye's face turned dark, and his tone was gloomy: "I didn't mean this..."

Zhuchen listened absentmindedly, lowered his head and whispered, "Forget it then."

"no……"

Feng Buye didn't know why, but everything he said seemed like bad words. But he was not as mercurial as Liang Hongluo. Facing the situation in front of him, he felt as if his throat was blocked and he couldn't even breathe.

They were all suffocated in their chests.

Zhuchen obviously has good intentions and should be a happy thing.

"No need." Feng Buye said, "Just pretend that I didn't say thank you for the gift."

Zhuchen said calmly: "Oh..."

Feng Buye said again: "You make it up."

Zhuchen: "..."

Feng Buye took a breath: "I originally wanted to tell you——"

He said half a sentence, then stopped, lowered his head and pondered for a moment, tried his best to slow down his tone, and said softly: "I didn't want anyone to touch Hanxu. The Hanxu sword has murderous intent, so it is not sheathed on weekdays.

. Even if you make a sword spike and hang it on it, it will be damaged before long, and I don’t want you to waste your efforts."

Seeing him trying to explain in the morning, I felt better.

Sword cultivators in the world don't like others touching their weapons, and that's okay. It's just that she kept Hanxu with her and almost forgot about it, thinking that Feng Buye didn't mind.

"I understand." Zhuchen pretended not to care and said with a smile, "Then I will dismantle it later to avoid trouble in the future."

Feng Buye didn't look at her expression, but the dragon soul that had been silent for several days in his body showed signs of restlessness again. He tasted the inexplicable melancholy from the sudden surge of emotions, as if it was this feeling that was hidden in the morning.

.

He forced down the strange feeling and stretched out his hand towards Zhuchen, who obediently handed over the Hanxu Sword.

The red rope was only a third of the way around, and there were still long lines hanging behind it. From the curved folds at the end of the rope, Feng Buyi could think of Zhuchen sitting on the stone, winding it up over and over again, and feeling

Not satisfied, I tried again and again.

How could he ask others to treat the sincerity he had given as if it never happened?

"It's nice, you really put your mind to it. Now that you've made it up here, let's continue." Feng Buye smiled, "This is the first time you know how to give a gift to Master. After you finish making it, I'll smoke a few.

Take out the silkworm silk and refine it, so that it can last for a long time."

After he finished speaking, he felt that the gloom in his heart had dissipated a lot, and there was still a feeling of fresh spring buds about to move. He turned his gaze away and found that Zhuchen had his eyes open, looking at him for a moment.

Feng Buye asked: "What's wrong?"

Zhuchen shook his head: "Nothing."

Feng Buye returned the Hanxu Sword to her: "If it's broken, don't be angry."

"No." Zhuchen subconsciously wanted to say that if it broke, she could make up another one. But she felt that Feng Buye actually didn't like having something hanging on the sword, so she held it back and just grinned.

laugh.

Seeing her smile, Feng Buye raised his hand and rubbed her head, and persuaded her, "Go to rest early."

He finally comforted her, but he didn't dare to say anything more. He looked at her for a few times and returned to the demon world to practice.

It took Zhuchen all night to braid the sword spikes. She looked over and over at the things in her hands, and the more she looked at them, the more she felt dissatisfied.

Feng Buye didn't like this kind of gadgets very much, and her craftsmanship like hers probably didn't appeal to him. Yesterday, he just saw that she was unhappy, so he could comfort her with a few words.

It was really difficult for him to accept gifts in such a depressing manner. Zhuchen sighed secretly, feeling that he was the one who felt sorry for his master.

Of course, Taoist Xunshan means well, but unfortunately he can also get his intentions wrong. How can a monk like Feng Buye, who is indifferent to fame and fortune and has few friends, be so easy to guess?

She sat at the door of the house, holding the sword flower in her arms in boredom, with a mess of trivial matters in her mind.

Taoist Xunshan had had a night's rest, and his face was already radiant. He was thinking about her affairs, so he came over early in the morning. As soon as he came, he saw the sword and sword spike in her hand, and he immediately started running with the corner of his clothes in hand.

"Fellow Taoist Zhuchen, have you given away yesterday's gift?"

Zhuchen looked back at him and nodded gloomily.

Taoist Xunshan came closer and took a serious look at the sword.

At this time, this fairy sword is safe and sound, but the cold light and blood energy on the blade are still hard to resist. Before getting close, you can feel the chilling and chilling aura on it.

Xunshan said in surprise: "This sword has a strong purple light."

Zhuchen nodded: "Yes." Isn't this clear? Feng Buye's sword.

Taoist Xunshan quickly sensed it and said in horror: "This is Pu Fengshan..."

"Yes." Zhuchen said, "The master of swordsmanship, a great master of the generation, the uncle of the head of Pu Feng Sect, who is also my master by the way."

Taoist Xunshan stood there blankly, with his mouth wide open, trying to digest this information.

However, Xunshan is indeed Xunshan. He has seen a lot and has experienced all the most bizarre love stories. However, those protagonists do not have the status of Feng Buye, and they are not as thrilling as him.

It took him a few breaths to accept this. To be safe, he asked again: "Is the person you want to give a gift your master?"

"It's my master." Zhuchen said sadly, "But I see that he doesn't like it very much. Swordsmen don't like to add random things to their swords."

"He likes it!" Xunshan said excitedly, "If he doesn't like it, he should stop you!"

Zhuchen sighed: "He stopped me."

"Didn't I stop you?" Xunshan said with certainty every word, as if he wanted to turn them into entities and smash them to the ground. "If I didn't stop you, I agreed. Otherwise, who would want to have their own magic weapon?"

There are more things from outsiders? You don’t have to think too much, he is just embarrassed.”

Zhuchen: "Excuse me?"

"Of course he is embarrassed. After all, this is his natal magic weapon." Xunshan said, "The natal magic weapon is just a half-body. Anyone who knows him can recognize it at a glance."

I understood it in the morning.

Just like those people in the past, when they saw something, it was as if I were here in person. The person holding the token was considered to be a member of the emperor. If someone else's things were hung on the sword, the relationship would naturally be different.

She is a straight girl, and she turns a little slowly. But... Taoist Xunshan tricked her, right?

Zhuchen said: "But he really doesn't like this gift. He was actually not very happy when he saw it yesterday."

Taoist Xunshan waved his hand: "You don't care if he likes this gift or not? If he likes you, it will be fine."

Zhuchen: "..."

How can there be such insightful insights in this world?

Zhuchen's face began to heat up uncontrollably, as if it was on fire. You didn't need to look to know that he was very red at the moment.

She yelled, trying to clear away all the distracting thoughts in her head, and glared at Xunshan: "Don't say weird things to me! It's obvious that you got it wrong."

Taoist Xunshan was puzzled and thought she was a girl. He smiled and stopped joking and talked about the serious business of coming to see her today.

"That's it, fellow Taoist Zhuchen, I have something to tell you." Taoist Xunshan carefully considered his words and kept his status as low as possible. "I want to stay in Chaowen in the future. I see that many monks in your city are doing this."

Although I don't have much strength, I can help a little with the chores. I just need to make ends meet. Do you think it's okay?"

I was confused for a moment in the morning.
Chapter completed!