Chapter 2367: The Cold Swordsman and His Innate Sword Spirit 10

That night, Master Lingxu examined the training of his six disciples, and then brought the sect leader's request that the disciples of Wulai Peak go down the mountain to Zhulian Town in seven days to capture the big monster.

During the seven days, Xie Qingmo did not stay in the main peak for long and returned to the backyard.

The bamboo shadows swayed and the sword energy faded.

Xie Qingmo's forehead was covered with sweat and his breathing was slightly short.

Jinchen retracted his sword, and bamboo leaves were stuck on his black tights. His high ponytail was a little loose, and a few strands of hair fell on his cheeks.

He pulled it, and with an idea in mind, he walked to Xie Qingmo, and without caring whether there was dust on the stone bench, he sat down next to Xie Qingmo, and deliberately squeezed his body over there.

"Xie Qingmo, my hair is a mess." Jinchen complained, tilted his head, and put his messy head directly in front of Xie Qingmo, almost leaning into his arms.

"It's all because your sword is too sharp."

Xie Qingmo was squeezed by him and his body swayed slightly. He remained silent for a moment, but finally raised his hand.

Without a comb, his slender fingers, slightly warm from sword practice, clumsily ran through Jinchen's thick black hair, combing out the strands that were messed up by the sword energy bit by bit.

His movements were not very skillful, and he would even pull one or two strands occasionally, but he was extremely serious, and used his fingertips carefully to separate the knots.

Jinchen closed his eyes, felt the fingertips gently stroke across his scalp, and yawned again.

The inky black hair flowed between Xie Qingmo's fingers, feeling smooth and slightly cool, like the finest silk.

Seeing Jinchen's defenseless and peaceful appearance, Xie Qingmo felt a strange ripple in his heart, and his fingertips moved a little softer.

However, just as he straightened the last strand of hair and was about to withdraw his hand, Jinchen, who was leaning on his side, suddenly softened and fell backwards, with his entire upper body leaning into his arms.

The boy's head rested on his arm, and the warm breath brushed over his jaw and neck without obstruction, bringing a distinct tingling sensation.

Xie Qingmo's body stiffened instantly and he subconsciously turned his head away, trying to avoid the overly intimate breath.

His eyes were clear, but his jade-like ears quickly turned red uncontrollably. He scolded in a low voice: "Jinchen,... this is not appropriate. Sit still."

Jinchen opened her eyes lazily in his arms. There was no trace of shyness in her clear eyes, but rather a sense of righteous frankness.

"What's wrong?" He looked up at Xie Qingmo's beautifully contoured jaw. "I am your sword spirit."

"Is there anything in this world that is closer to us?"

Xie Qingmo was choked by his words and was unable to refute for a moment.

The natal sword and its master do have the most intimate symbiotic relationship, which transcends any contract in the world.

But I felt something was wrong.

Is this really how sword cultivators and sword spirits get along?

But even if the Tianyan Sect did not have any other sword spirits now, Xie Qingmo had no idea where to start if he wanted to ask his predecessors. He could only let Jinchen advance step by step.

Xie Qingmo opened his mouth, unable to find the right words to refute the overly justifiable reason. In the end, he could only raise his hand in annoyance and gently push away Jinchen's head that was rubbing against his neck.

"Don't try to fool me with these words."

Jinchen was pushed away by him, but he was not annoyed. He sat up straight with a smile, as if he was not the one who was playing tricks with a righteous indignation just now.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +6, totaling 17! 】

As night falls, candlelight flickers in the bamboo house.

As soon as Xie Qingmo lay down, the seat beside him sank.

Jinchen held his original Chen sword and naturally occupied the inner side of the bed. He even skillfully pulled a corner of the thin quilt to cover himself and the sword.

Xie Qingmo silently moved towards the bed, trying to keep some distance.

However, as soon as he moved, Jinchen seemed to have eyes on his back and moved over as well, standing close to him again.

Not only that, he also put the icy Chen Sword in his arms aside, turned sideways, and pressed his cool cheek directly against Xie Qingmo's exposed arm skin, rubbing it comfortably and letting out a satisfied sigh.

“It’s so cool…”

I felt a cool and delicate touch on my arm, as well as the unique and refreshing scent of a young boy.

Xie Qingmo's body stiffened and he subconsciously tried to pull his arm back.

"Jinchen!"

Jinchen seemed not to hear anything. Instead, he moved closer to Xie Qingmo and even stretched out his arm, placing it around Xie Qingmo's waist very naturally.

"Xie Qingmo, please stop making noise. I'm very hot."

Xie Qingmo: “…”

Xie Qingmo tried to push him, but Jinchen didn't move at all. Instead, his breathing became even and long, as if he was already asleep.

Refusal was fruitless.

Xie Qingmo looked at Jinchen's peaceful sleeping face and finally had no choice but to give up struggling.

He lay flat, stiffly, looking at the plain curtain above his head, unable to calm down for a long time.

Xie Qingmo closed his eyes, but found that sense of presence was stronger than any noise, entwining his mind.

It's becoming increasingly... difficult to discipline.

Sooner or later, we have to establish rules.