Infinite Sims

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Time flies, months in a blink of an eye.

It was pitch black outside.

Inside, Xiao Zi puts on clothes for Xiao Xian'er who has just taken a shower.

Even at this time, Xiao Xian'er couldn't bear to let go of Jiang Ren. At least one hand had to hold it to calm down.

Xiao Zi is already familiar with this.

"Miss Xian'er, go to bed."

She sorted out Xiao Xian'er's clothes, and stretched out her hand to pick up Xiao Xian'er and lay it flat on the bed, with her head just on the small pillow.

"Oh~"

Xiao Xian'er smiled at her.

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

Xiao Zi struggled for a while, couldn't help sticking her head out, and rubbed her cheek on Xiao Xian'er's chubby arm.

Xiao Xian'er immediately hugged Jiang Ren vigilantly.

Staring at this strange woman nervously, for fear that she would **** her own baby.

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

A few seconds later, Xiao Zi reacted, and his head was flushed and moved away: "Miss Xian'er, let me hum a song for you."

A soft tune hummed from her mouth, and gradually, the voice became smaller and smaller.

Xiao Xian'er seemed to be sleepy too, and soon he breathed and closed his eyes.

"Huh~"

Xiao Zi stopped humming, heaved a sigh of relief, and straightened the quilt covering Xiao Xian'er's belly.

Immediately he stretched out his hand and ejected an aura, extinguishing 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 Xiao Zi didn't sleep with Xiao Xian'er, she actually paid attention to Xiao Xian'er all the time in some way.

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

"But you are okay, but I am okay."

Jiang Ren looked at the closed door in the darkness and couldn't help sighing in his heart.

in the dark.

Xiao Xian'er quietly opened her eyes, looked slyly at the door of the room, then cast her gaze on Jiang Ren again, and made a voice: "Huh?"

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

Jiang Ren was a little helpless.

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

I pretend to sleep almost every night, and then talk to him, and it's not okay to ignore it.

Because her voice is directly transmitted to Jiang Ren's consciousness through the life contract, which means that as long as she keeps making voices, he will not be able to enter the cultivation state.

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

"Huh?"

Did not hear the reply, Xiao Xian'er increased her tone: 〝▼盤▼) 嘤嘤? ! "

"..."

T^t) Huh?"

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

"Yeah."

Jiang Ren had no choice but to reply.

In these days, his view of Xiao Xian'er has changed from a tool person to a daughter. As an old father, can he watch his daughter cry?

Obviously it is impossible, then only play with her.

) 嘤嘤~"

"Yeah."

O゜▽゜)o嘤嘤~"

"Yeah."

"O(*≧▽≦)ツ嘤嘤~"

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

In this way, Jiang Ren coaxed two sticks of incense for enough time before Xiao Xian'er fell asleep.

"it's finally over."

Jiang Ren felt tired, as if he had finished a full marathon.

Rather than coaxing a child, he would rather code the code for a day than the one that does his best without fishing and paddling.

However, now he can finally concentrate on his cultivation.

"It's almost. After this night, you should be able to be promoted to the third tier."

Under Jiang Ren's guidance, "Na Ling Fa" began to work.

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

The little Xian'er in his sleep, because of the feedback's spiritual power, the corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously, and a trace of body fluid flowed down the corners of her mouth.

These months.

Jiang Ren's greatest insight is that there is a huge gap between the method of practice and the method of no practice.

In the previous two lives, he would only rudely use the power of the soul to transform into spiritual power. Not only was the efficiency very low, the transformed spiritual power was also very mottled, and the quality was incomparable to the current one.

Give the simplest example.

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

In the process of absorbing the spiritual energy by operating the exercises, it will strengthen the body imperceptibly. Although the speed is slow, under the same spiritual power, the final strengthening effect is higher than the active strengthening.

"Tweet~"

When the first ray of sunlight appeared in the morning, the melodious calls of birds entered the house.

Jiang Ren finally filled the gap for the last time.

There is no barrier, no hindrance, and no delay, so let's break through to the third layer.

Just like the previous two breakthroughs, the **** on his body has been reduced by a layer, and it has become more relaxed, and Jiang Ren also faintly felt that he fits the sword body by a point.

This kind of fit was even higher than that of the Fire Stick that had been cultivating for nearly four years, although the body of this sword was far from the strength of the Fire Stick at that time.

"It always feels a little strange..."

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

Suddenly, the sword body trembled slightly.

"Moved?"

Jiang Ren was surprised at first, and then immediately became excited.

As a weapon, what is the most frustrated?

Not being able to speak is just the second thing. The most aggrieved thing is not being able to move.

Even if you strengthen and then strengthen, as long as you encounter someone who wants to destroy yourself, you can only watch yourself being destroyed, let alone counterattack, you can't even escape.

This was the case in the previous life.

After a few years of hard work on the weapon, I finally saw some hope of getting a high evaluation, and it suddenly disappeared.

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

When Xiao Xian'er slept, he used to hold the sword with both hands, but now one hand has been released, and the other hand is just a few fingers on the sword.

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

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

After shaking a few times, the sword body broke free from Xiao Xian'er's fingers, slowly floated up, and flew out a foot distance swayingly.

In the process, Jiang Ren discovered that his spiritual power was being rapidly consumed.

In an instant, it was already less than half.

"Yes, judging from the current situation, sooner or later I can become the leading flying sword in the novel film and television works."

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

Just when he was about to use his remaining spiritual power to fall back to Xiao Xian'er, he saw that Xiao Xian'er had woke up somehow, and at this moment, he was tilting his head and looking at him curiously with 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 sword body fell directly on the bed.

"Huh huh?"

Xiao Xian'er got up, 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.

Xiao Xian'er took a few shots in a row, and quickly hugged Jiang Ren into his arms again, and giggled.

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

"Miss Xian'er got up."

The door was pushed open, and an energetic little Zi walked in.

"Hmm~"

Xiao Xian'er looked up at her, then ignored it.

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

"Miss Xian'er."

Xiao Zi came to the bed, her eyes moved back and forth between her own lady and her natal spirit sword, and finally pointed to the little sword and said, "Do you know what it reads?"

Xiao Xian'er looked at her suspiciously: "Huh?"

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

Xiao Xian'er didn't understand: "Shoulder?"

"sword."

"Pick it up?"

"Sword, it's a sword."

"Hardly?"

"Yes, Xiao Jianjian."

"Xiao Jianjian..."

Under Xiao Zi's teaching, Xiao Xian'er finally learned the first word in his life with a specific point.

——Xiao Jianjian.

For this title.

Jiang Ren had nothing to say, and could only sigh that the teacher misled others.

"Miss, are you hungry?"

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

Xiao Xian'er grabbed it and sucked hard.

Except for the little bit humble in her arms, this is what she likes the most.

At this moment.

Xiao Zi's eyes shone slightly, and she recalled the scene she had just seen outside the house with her spiritual sense.

Since the young lady can urge her natal spirit sword to move, although she only moved a distance of about a foot, the duration was only a dozen breaths.

But you know, the young lady is now only five months old.

Even though this small sword is her natal spirit sword, but it can do this at five months old, this is no longer a good talent, this is simply the pride of heaven!

"The young lady is so powerful now, and I am afraid that her future achievements will not be weaker than that of her master. No wonder she was accepted as a disciple by the master at such a young age."

Xiao Zi thought to himself, looking at Xiao Xian'er's eyes even more fascinating.

Although the young lady was accepted as a disciple by the master, based on her master's temperament, she would inevitably participate in the trial of entering the sect when she was six years old, and she might be shocked by the time.

At that time, it must be very interesting.

Xiao Zi couldn't help laughing.

"Huh?"

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

"This man has a problem with his brain?"

Jiang Ren was wary, the little maid's eyes seemed a bit wrong when she looked at her just now.

Suddenly, a memory fragment flashed in his mind.

It seems to be a sequel to the last memory.

It was the brightly lit mansion.

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

At the forefront, 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 Xiao Xian'er looked like a few months ago.

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

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

The memory is disconnected here.

"Isn't Nie Qingge my number one tool person? Are those people and Xiao Xian'er his descendants?"

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

It’s the first time to enter the incarnation as a sword~www.NovelMTL.com~, but he has been with Nie Qingge day and night for several months. With his character of a person of love and righteousness, even if he abandons his son in order to repay his kindness, he will never do it in private. May not show a trace.

"But even if it's not his offspring, I can't get rid of him if I want to come."

Jiang Ren thought of the selected sword fetus remarks, the fragments of the magic weapon of a vulgar swordsman hundreds of years ago.

Now it seems that the fragments should be the body fragments of his first life.

"Little Xian'er, Nie Xian'er..."

Thinking of this, Jiang Ren fixedly looked at Xiao Xian'er, who was quietly drinking milk outside, and suddenly had the urge to take good care of her.

People are always nostalgic.

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

But after spending a few months together, thinking that Xiao Xian'er might be his offspring, naturally he would no longer be like the original one, just to take care of her purely to survive.