Chapter 22 Bright and Rare
Bo Lou and Wen Qing couldn't explain why. They did not let the sword spirit recognize its master, but it was more shameful to flirt with the sword spirit, right?
Wen Qing is not the type to argue, so he just starts fighting.
When they were bandaging the little sword spirit's wound just now, everyone saw He Cen's true face. He was indeed incredibly handsome, and different from the handsome styles of the rest of them. The sword spirit had the clarity of a god, and that face made people feel comfortable just by looking at it. If Bei Qi kissed him, it would be like blasphemy against God.
Maybe Jun Chao and others couldn't find an excuse to explain, so they just beat Bei Qi up first.
The four people were all feeling uneasy, but He Cen had no idea and just went to sleep peacefully.
When I woke up again, another three days had passed in the secret place.
Wen Qing and the others took care of him without taking off their clothes, changing the bandages, bandaging him, and transferring spiritual power to him, and they managed to stabilize his injuries.
Seeing him wink, everyone was very excited and gathered around him at once, "Little Sword Spirit, what's wrong?"
He Cen blinked his eyes and it took him a while to come to his senses. Just as he was about to move, the wound on his shoulder began to hurt.
He frowned slightly, and Jun Chao quickly reached out and held him down, "Don't move, I just changed the medicine."
"Are you feeling bad?"
He Cen glanced at them, then cried out "Wow!" with his mouth clenched. "I feel uncomfortable. Why does it hurt so much?"
"No one told me there was this step to transformation."
It really hurts. It's different from the feeling of mental fatigue and unstable soul. Now that I have a body, the pain is simply magnified infinitely.
Hecen was a poor student all his life and he never felt any pain even when he died.
This time, his body was covered with wounds. How could a normal person have ever suffered this? The delicate and fragile college student must have cried out of pain.
His original body was badly damaged, and coupled with the injuries he had sustained from the continuous fighting, it was impossible for him to recover all at once. Of course, he had to do it step by step.
He Cen thought everything would be fine once he transformed into a human form, but now he was wrapped up like a rice dumpling and couldn't move at all. Of course he cried loudly.
When he started crying, the four big guys in the cultivation world became even more panicked, and they all started to comfort him, talking to him one after another, wishing they could take the punishment for He Cen.
"Don't cry, don't cry. It's okay. You'll be fine after a few days of rest. Hehe, be good. Can I give you some more spiritual power?"
Not knowing if it worked, He Cen, with tears in his eyes, tried hard to close his mouth and then nodded.
Jun Chao quickly injected some spiritual energy into his body, carefully warming his meridians while asking him how he felt, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"
He Cen nodded, "Better now."
“But it still hurts.”
Wen Qing took out a high-level condensation pill and gave it to him. "Your injuries are too severe. It won't be easy to heal in a short time. Rest for a few days and wait until the wounds are healed."
He Cen took the pill obediently and said in a softer voice, "How long will it take?"
"I have never suffered such hardship in my life. How come I have to face something like this right after I came out? What a bitter person I am."
As he spoke, he wanted to cry again, his tone was extremely aggrieved. He Cen was not the original powerful sword spirit. He was just an ordinary boy. He thought he could be majestic and cool after traveling through time. Now this situation directly shattered the child's dream.
If he hadn't insisted, he would have wanted to go home.
Sick people are inherently fragile, and He Cen, who has not undergone any training, must be afraid of pain.
At this moment, he was choking up while speaking, and his eyes were watery, and he looked easy to bully.
His current face is much more handsome than that in his previous life. He was good-looking in his previous life, but his identity is different in this life. Sword spirits are born without attributes, so their appearance is androgynous. Unlike the charming beauty Bei Qi, He Cen is cleaner and purer.
His hair color is light gold like the ancient gods, and his forehead pattern is also very unique. But the most striking thing about him is his eyes. The sword spirit's pupils are as fragile and colorful as glass.
The whole face is flawless, so delicate, so outstanding.
The eyes are as gentle as water, and the eyebrows and nose are as affectionate as mountain valley.
Her lips are square and her mouth is straight, even her fingertips have a beautiful color.
No wonder Bei Qi, who has always been very confident about his appearance, likes the little sword spirit so much.
The brightness of real life is rare, as dazzling and mysterious as the stars.
He Cen didn't notice at all that the eyes of those big guys in the cultivation world had changed a lot when they looked at him, and they still treated everyone as good brothers and good friends.
The wounds on his body were hurting so much that he couldn't stay still for a moment. He just wanted to groan and find some painkillers for himself.
He was in a low mood, and Jun Chao and the others were not happy either. They brought out a lot of things to help him heal his wounds, but to little avail. They guessed it was related to the special physique of the sword spirit. After the wounds finally began to heal, He Cen actually developed a high fever.
How could a monk get such a minor illness? Jun Chao and his people probably hadn't experienced it many times in the past thousand years.
But He Cen was very fragile at the moment, feeling dizzy from fever, and even in his dreams he was mumbling about wanting to go home.
This was really heartbreaking. The big guys probably didn't have the patience to coax a child in their entire lives. They said all the good things to He Cen in their entire lives, fearing that they wouldn't be able to keep the little sword spirit.
The more he looked at He Cen's injuries, the angrier he got. "That woman is so cruel. Not only did she deceive our cute little sword spirit, but she actually let him get hurt like this and didn't care about him at all."
"If I were a sword spirit, I would kill her until she turned to ashes and her soul was shattered. I would never be able to let go of this anger!"
Jun Chao thought about how He Cen looked when he first met her, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It seems that the little sword spirit has never been out of the forbidden land, and is curious and confused about the outside world. That woman has a system, and she must have used some means to gain the sword spirit's trust."
"It's a pity for him. He was deceived so miserably when he was born. If he wants to find a master again in the future, it will be even more difficult."
Some of them admitted that their motives were not pure, but they were still a million times better than Ouyang Yinyin, right?
Who would go against their life and death partner? If the sword spirit is willing to assist me, my ascension to the great Dao is just around the corner. Even if it means offering sacrifices to my ancestors, I have to be wholeheartedly good to the sword spirit. How could that woman do such a thing?
Moreover, from the perspective of Jun Chao and others, He Cen, the little sword spirit, is smart but not very smart, and overall he still looks like a simple boy.
Such a sword spirit is devoted to you. It is impossible for him to be disloyal, let alone betray his master.
Following you out means I trust you with all my heart!
The group of people in Bo Lou were so angry that they were dizzy because they didn't cherish such a good treasure as the Sword Spirit.
"We have no relationship with him, we are just taking him to treat his wounds. The sword spirit knows how to be grateful. I think he is kind and pure, and there is no way he would harm anyone."
"If he had formed a bond with us from the beginning, I don't know how much benefit he would have gained."
"That woman really can't be kept alive, can't she be killed now?"
Jun Chao said coldly, "If you kill her, He He won't be able to bear it in her current state. You'd better be patient and think long-term."