Infinite Sims

Time flies, several months in a blink of an eye.

It was pitch black outside.

Inside the house, Xiao Zi dressed Xian'er who had just finished bathing.

Even at this time, Xian'er was reluctant to let go of Jiang Ren, at least she had to hold it with one hand to calm down.

Xiao Zi is already familiar with this.

"Miss Xian'er, go to bed."

She tidied up Xian'er's clothes, and stretched out her arms to pick up Xian'er and put her flat on the bed, her head just resting on the small pillow.

"Giggle~"

Xian'er smiled at her.

"Ah, how can Miss Xian'er be so cute?"

Xiao Zi struggled a bit, couldn't help poking her head out, and rubbed her face on Xian'er's chubby arm.

Xian'er immediately hugged Jiang Ren vigilantly.

He stared nervously at this strange woman, for fear that she would steal his treasure.

"How could I do this, this is Miss Xian'er."

It took a few seconds for Xiao Zi to react, and turned her head away with a blushing face: "Miss Xian'er, let me hum a song for you."

A soft tune hummed from her mouth.

Gradually, the sound became smaller and smaller.

Xian'er seemed to be sleepy too, so she let out a quick breath and closed her eyes.

"Huh~"

Xiao Zi stopped humming and breathed a sigh of relief.

He adjusted the quilt covering Xian'er's belly.

Immediately, he stretched out his hand and popped out a flash of spiritual light, which extinguished the luminous spar above the room, and finally exited the room and closed the door.

"have they gone?"

Jiang Ren has seen this scene hundreds of times.

Although Xiaozi didn't sleep with Xian'er, she actually paid attention to Xian'er all the time through some means.

Once Xian'er has dangerous behaviors such as kicking the quilt, turning over and burying her head in the pillow, etc., she will correct it immediately.

"But you're fine, but I'm fine."

Looking at the closed door in the darkness, Jiang Ren couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

in the dark.

The little fairy quietly opened her eyes, looked at the door slyly, then cast her eyes on Jiang Ren, and said: "Huh?"

However, she did not open her mouth, but directly passed her voice to Jiang Ren through the life contract.

Jiang Ren felt helpless.

Since he accidentally made a sound through the life contract a few days ago, Xian'er has also mastered this ability without a teacher.

Almost every night I would pretend to sleep and then chat with him.

Moreover, it is not enough to ignore it.

Because her voice was directly transmitted to Jiang Ren's consciousness through the life contract, that is to say, as long as she kept making voices, he would not be able to enter the cultivation state.

Or if you enter the cultivation state, you will be interrupted, resulting in twice the result with half the effort.

"Huh?"

Did not hear the reply, Xianer accentuated her tone: "(〝▼皮▼) Huh? ! "

"."

"(T ^ T) eh?"

Xian'er's mood instantly became low, as if she was about to cry.

"Yeah."

Jiang Ren had no choice but to reply.

These days, his view of Xian'er has changed from a tool person to a cute pet. As a pet owner, can he watch his cute pet cry?

Obviously it was impossible, so the only option was to play with her.

"( ) 嘤嘤~"

"Yeah."

"(o゜▽゜)o 嘿嘤~"

"Yeah."

"o(*≧▽≦)ツ嘿咕~"

Xian'er smiled happily, and kept talking through the life contract.

In this way, it took Jiang Ren a full two sticks of incense before Xian'er fell asleep.

"it is finally over."

Jiang Ren was a little tired.

It feels like running a full marathon.

Rather than coaxing children, he would rather code for a day, or the kind that does not touch fish and paddle, and goes all out.

However, now I can finally concentrate on cultivation.

"It's still close. After this night, you should be able to advance to the third floor."

Under the guidance of Jiang Ren, "Na Ling Fa" began to operate.

The surrounding spiritual energy was sucked into the body and turned into spiritual power, and the warm feeling appeared on his sword again.

Xian'er, who was sleeping, also unconsciously turned up the corners of her mouth because of the spiritual power feedback, and a trace of crystal fluid flowed down the corners of her mouth.

These months.

Jiang Ren's biggest insight is that there is a huge gap between those who practice and those who do not.

In the previous two lives, he would only roughly use the power of his soul to convert it into spiritual power. Not only was the efficiency very low, but the converted spiritual power was also very mottled, and the quality couldn't compare to what it is now.

Take the simplest example.

Taking "Na Ling Fa" as an example, after each promotion, there is no need to actively use spiritual power to strengthen the body.

In the process of absorbing spiritual energy through running exercises, the body will be subtly strengthened. Although the speed is slow, but with the same spiritual power, the final strengthening effect is higher than active strengthening.

"Jiujiu~"

When the first ray of sunshine appeared in the morning, the melodious chirping of birds came into the house.

Jiang Ren finally filled in the gap for the last time.

There is no barrier, no hindrance, and no delay, so it breaks through to the third floor naturally.

Just like the previous two breakthroughs.

The restraint on his body was reduced by one layer, and it became a little easier, and Jiang Ren also faintly felt that he fit the sword body a little bit more.

This kind of fit is even higher than that of the Flaming Stick that has been practiced for nearly four years, although this sword is far less powerful than the Flaming Stick at that time.

"It always feels a little weird..."

Jiang Ren thought for a while, wrapped the entire body of the sword with spiritual power, and then tried to move it.

Sudden.

The blade trembled slightly.

"Moved?"

Jiang Ren was startled at first, then immediately became excited.

What is the most frustrating thing about being a weapon?

Not being able to speak is just the second thing, and the most frustrating thing is not being able to move.

Even if it is strengthened and strengthened, as long as you meet someone who wants to destroy you, you can only watch yourself being destroyed, not to mention fighting back, you can't even escape.

This was the case in the previous life.

I have worked hard to make weapons for several years, and finally saw a little hope of getting a high evaluation, but suddenly it disappeared.

Jiang Ren suppressed his excitement and turned his attention to the outside world.

When Xian'er fell asleep, she originally hugged the sword with both hands, but now one hand has been loosened, and the other hand is only resting on the sword with a few fingers.

"Try to see how much you can do with your current spiritual power."

Jiang Ren wrapped the sword with spiritual power again, and began to move it slowly.

After shaking a few times, the sword broke free from Xian'er's fingers, slowly floated up, and wobbled a distance of one foot.

During this process, Jiang Ren found that his spiritual power was being consumed rapidly.

In a blink of an eye, it was nearly half gone.

"Yes, judging from the current situation, sooner or later, I will become the flying sword who travels thousands of miles to defeat the enemy in novels, film and television works."

Jiang Ren looked forward to it. Sooner or later, he would become a free flying sword.

Just when he was about to use the remaining spiritual power to fall back on Xian'er, he saw that Xian'er had woken up at some point and was looking at him curiously with her big eyes.

"When did you wake up?"

Jiang Ren was taken aback.

It was also at this time that the spiritual power was exhausted, and the blade fell directly on the bed.

"Hmm?"

Xian'er got up from the upper body.

He stretched out a hand and patted Jiang Ren, as if wondering why he didn't fly?

Jiang Ren was speechless and could only pretend to be silent.

Xian'er took several shots in a row, and soon hugged Jiang Ren into her arms again, giggling.

Although she is still very young, she has great curiosity about everything, but no matter how much curiosity she has, it can't stop her from holding the sword in her arms.

"Miss Xian'er is up?"

The door was pushed open, and the energetic Xiao Zi walked in.

"Boom~"

Xian'er raised her head and glanced at her, then ignored her.

She still remembered that last night, it was this woman who wanted to take her baby away.

"Miss Xian'er."

Xiao Zi came to the bed, looked back and forth between her young lady and her natal spirit sword, and finally pointed to Jiang Ren and said, "Do you know what it reads?"

"Huh?"

Xian'er looked at her suspiciously.

Xiao Zi smiled and explained: "This is called a sword."

Xian'er didn't understand: "Shoulders?"

"sword."

"Pick it up?"

"Sword, it's a sword."

"Bitch?"

"That's right, Little Jianjian."

"little bitch"

Under Xiaozi's teaching, Xian'er finally learned the first word in life that has a specific meaning.

——Little bitch.

For this appellation.

Jiang Ren had nothing to say, he could only lament that a mediocre teacher misunderstood others.

"Miss, are you hungry?"

After helping Xian'er wash her face, Xiao Zi took out the water bag containing mica animal milk, and put her mouth close to hers.

Xian'er caught it in her mouth and sucked it hard.

Apart from the little cheap in her arms, this is what she likes the most.

At this moment.

Xiao Zi's eyes brightened slightly, and she recalled the scene she saw with her spiritual sense outside the house just now.

Since the young lady can motivate the natal spirit sword to move.

Although it only moved a foot or so, the duration was only a dozen breaths.

But you must know that Miss is only five months old now.

Even though this little sword is her natal spirit sword, to be able to do this at the age of five months is no longer an outstanding talent, she is simply the pride of heaven!

"Miss is so powerful now, I'm afraid her achievements in the future will not be weaker than the master, no wonder she was accepted as a disciple by the master at such a young age."

Xiaozi thought in her heart, looking at Xian'er's eyes became more energetic.

Although the young lady was accepted as a disciple by the master, but with the temperament of the master, the young lady must participate in the trial when she is six years old, and I am afraid that the eyes of the whole place will be shocked.

It must have been fun then.

Xiao Zi couldn't help laughing.

"Huh?"

Xian'er glanced at him, feeling an urge to stay away from her, but looked at the animal skin water bag in front of her, and gave up again.

"Is this person out of his mind?"

Jiang Ren was vigilant, the little maid looked at him just now and there seemed to be something wrong.

suddenly.

A memory fragment flashed in his mind, which seemed to be the continuation of the last memory.

It was still the brightly lit mansion.

Transported by the old man who couldn't see his face clearly, he came to the family ancestral hall, surrounded by more than a dozen people who couldn't see their faces clearly, but could feel the excitement.

In the front, a beautiful woman is holding a baby.

Surprisingly, the baby's face is very clear, the small and cute facial features and big eyes are exactly what Xian'er looked like a few months ago.

But what attracted Jiang Ren's attention was the ancestral tablet enshrined in front of him.

Among them, there is only one tablet enshrined on the top, and a name is written on it-Nie Qingge.

The memory is broken here.

"Isn't Nie Qingge my No. 1 tool man? Could it be that those people and Xian'er are all his descendants?"

Jiang Ren thought about it carefully, and felt a little impossible.

The first time you enter the incarnation as a knife.

He had been with Nie Qingge day and night for several months. With his character of a person who valued love and righteousness, even if he abandoned his family and children in order to repay his kindness, it was absolutely impossible for him not to show a trace in private.

"But even if it's not his descendant, it can't be separated from him if you think about it."

Jiang Ren thought of the sword embryo he had chosen, a fragment of the enchanted weapon of an ordinary swordsman hundreds of years ago.

The fragments now look like they should be the fragments of his first life.

"Xian'er, Nie Xian'er."

Thinking of this, Jiang Ren fixedly looked at Xian'er, who was quietly drinking milk, with a feeling of wanting to take good care of her.

People, it's always nostalgic.

Even though Nie Qingge hardly helped him at that time, he was the one who helped Nie Qingge most of the time.

But after spending a few months together, thinking that Xian'er might have something to do with him, naturally he would no longer take care of her just to survive as before.

but.

The premise of all this is that it does not hinder the improvement of evaluation.