After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

Chapter 57

"What the senior sister said makes some sense."

Shu Nong turned his head and glanced at Yan Changan, "I will not sacrifice swords for him, nor will he kill demons just for me."

Yan Chang'an's eyes darkened slightly, then he turned his head, and his eyes lightly fell on her face.

"But she also said something wrong." She said to herself, as if she was speaking the most commonplace, with a relaxed tone, "I am not a righteous person. If someone told me before I died, as long as I sacrificed Sword, people in the world in troubled times can take a breath, and less people will die, I may have to hesitate for a long time before I have the courage to jump off."

"There are many people who sacrificed themselves to save the world in the ancient books. If they were me, I don't know if they would have the courage to find the way to save the world, and die generously. But I couldn't do it at the time, I couldn't do it Go to death immediately."

"Besides, I didn't know that I died for the people of the world before I died, did I?" She smiled.

"After I woke up, I found out that Liu Xubai forced me to sacrifice the sword in order to train this immortal sword to save the world. He killed me for the people of the world—tsk..."

Shu Nong looked up at the moon, and sighed softly: "I often think, if people in the world want to be saved, I should die? But if I don't die, how many more years will humans and demons have to fight? How many more people will die?"

Yan Changan was slightly taken aback, his throat was slightly choked, and he didn't know what to say.

Shu Nong's side eyes met his gaze, and suddenly stared at him very seriously.

Yan Chang'an's eyes trembled slightly. Through the moonlight, he could even see the outline of his own figure in Shu Nong's eyes. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated. In the silence of the night, he could hear the sound of the wind brushing against the fallen leaves and the beating of the heart in his chest. His voice seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't even say a word, and he couldn't help lowering his eyes to avoid her sight.

"Do you hate Liu Xubai?"

Yan Changan was stunned, unable to understand the meaning of this question for a moment, he just shook his head honestly: "It's not possible."

Although he felt that Liu Xubai was particularly annoying these few days, but he and Liu Xubai didn't have any big grievances, even if he was a little angry, it was because of Shu Nong.

"That's true."

Shu Nong smiled lightly, and asked again: "When I asked you to take me into Cangyuan, you knew that my purpose was to harm Liu Xubai, why did you agree?"

For the disciples of the Cangyuan Sword Sect, to protect Liu Xubai is to protect the glory of Cangyuan, but Yan Changan didn't need her to bother at the beginning, and he readily agreed with a finger of the sword.

Yan Chang'an thought about it carefully, and then looked into her eyes again: "Probably I am not a righteous person. From the top to the bottom of Cangyuan, the master took me back to the sect. It was a kindness to me. The suzerain valued me and gave it to me." The magic weapon of the secret book is also kind to me. The brothers and sisters in Wenshengdian even love me. Lu Wangyi and I have known each other for many years, and they can be regarded as life-and-death friends. Except for the above few people, other people have nothing to do with me. I cannot be made to choose them when my life is threatened and fame and fortune are alluring."

Shu Nong was silent for a moment, nodded, then suddenly stopped, and asked abruptly, "Have you finished your love letter?"

".?"

Yan Chang'an didn't understand how her emotions and thoughts could change so quickly, but he was subconsciously withdrawn from the previous emotions by her unexpected question, and suddenly felt a little guilty.

He looked away: "Test the sword tomorrow."

The implication is that he didn't have time to write to her the love letter she just said yesterday.

Shu Nong's eyes lit up, and he leaned closer to his eyes: "Then you promised to write to me? Write to me tomorrow?"

She pestered him like yesterday and he didn't agree!

Shu Nong entangled him again, circling around him, Yan Changan got a twitching vein on his forehead, and walked away.

"Eh--"

Shu Nong chased after him, bent down and looked up at him with a smile, "A gentleman says, a horse is hard to follow, when will you write it? It will be a feast in two days, can you write it for me after tomorrow's competition? I want to see it before the world banquet."

Yan Chang'an's footsteps paused for a moment, then suddenly quickened his footsteps in the next moment, Shu Nong had to take two steps and had to trot a few steps, followed behind him and muttered: "Oh, don't walk so fast."

"You are really brave now, how dare you treat me like this a month ago?"

"You rely on me not to kill you now, so your wings are hardened."

"Can you write or not? Yan Chang'an! Now you dare not listen to what I say, how long has it been?"

"oops--"

Shu Nong stopped suddenly, his eyes turned left and right, his body turned into a spirit body, and he shouted at the person who was still rushing forward, "Yan Chang'an, I'm going to be blown away by the wind!"

"...?"

Yan Changan paused, turned around slowly, and saw her thin figure looming in the night, the moonlight was shining white, and the breeze was blowing, which made him dazed, and he actually had a feeling that she was going to be blown away by the wind a feeling of.

He felt himself starting to get nervous too.

A moment later, Yan Chang'an showed a speechless expression, and was about to say something to her, but he didn't expect Shu Nong to fly up in front of his face when he blinked his eyes.

Yan Changan:?

He strode back a few steps, reached out to catch Shu Nong who was off the ground, but his hand passed through her wrist.

Shu Nong chuckled twice, and circled around him: "Do you want to write or not?"

Yan Changan pursed his lips, slowly put his hand back to his side, raised his eyes to look at Shu Nong who was circling around him, his eyes were dark.

There are so many monks in the world, flying into the sky is not too difficult. If you don't have a weapon, you can also achieve a short flight by supporting your body with spiritual power. However, Yan Chang'an was disturbed by her words about being blown away by the wind, and he really subconsciously thought that she This appearance is due to the wind.

Yan Chang'an was silent for a moment: "Why don't you let Young Master Song write it for you?"

He heard that Song Lin had mourned for her for 600 years, and now as soon as he saw her return, he changed out of the plain clothes he was wearing, and played with her at the foot of the mountain for a day, returning late at night.

Thinking about it, he wrote these love letters more sincerely than he did.

Shu Nong gave him a strange look: "He didn't agree to help me find Liu Xubai's trouble."

She transformed back into the real body and landed firmly in front of him, grabbing his wrist and acting coquettishly: "Oh, you write it anyway, a love letter can be as long as a few hundred words, and if it is less, it can be solved. I'll see if you write one." See what's wrong?"

Yan Chang'an looked down at her, Shu Nong was pulling his wrist and shaking it, as if he didn't agree to her pestering to the end, he even felt that if he didn't agree, she might lie on the ground and act violently.

Yan Changan had never seen this kind of posture since he was a child. He couldn't handle it the first time, and couldn't think of a way to deal with it after the second or third time. "... shameless."

In this world, how can someone pester others to write love letters for themselves? !
However, Shu Nong took this as a signal for him to let go, jumped happily, let go of his hand contentedly, patted his shoulder, and said the same words to Song Lin: "See you in two days."

Then, she left happily with her hands behind her back, and before he was about to catch up, she turned around suddenly, waved to him, and reminded him with a smile: "You still owe me a spicy pastry!" .”

(End of this chapter)