It's Not Easy Being a Master

The waning moon is like a hook, and the sound of jackdaws is desolate.

In the forbidden room where Qing Yunzong never sees the sun, the smell of blood is so strong that it is disgusting.

Eighteen bone-piercing nails pierced through the man's limbs, chest and abdomen, and nailed his thin body to the stone wall. The blood on his body was dripping for several days, and it had condensed from bright red to dark brown.

The pain usurped his consciousness, and he hung his head slightly in a dazed state. His once dazzling face was now devoid of color, except for a dark red tear mole under his left eye, which still showed a bit of decadent beauty.

Like a flower that blooms to the extreme and is about to be destroyed to wither.

The sound of the door being pushed open was very clear in the silence.

"Master." Yan Jin walked slowly in front of him, mockingly with a cold expression, "Can you bear the feeling of being hacked into pieces?"

The man on the wall paid no heed to his words.His breathing was so weak that it was almost inaudible, only the slight rise and fall of his chest indicated that his life was not over yet.

——But it's coming soon.

Yan Jin lowered her eyebrows, pinched the delicately curved chin of the man in front of her with her slender fingers, and with a slight force, the man was forced to lift his head.

A white brocade belt with flowing cloud patterns was decorated with a piece of warm white jade, which was tied around Yan Jin's wrist, shaking slightly with his movements.He said indifferently: "This pain can be regarded as repaying the severing of the spiritual roots that the master gave me."

I don't know which word startled the dying man in front of him. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes with difficulty. A broken gasp came out from his chapped lips, "Yan... Yan..."

There was a strong smell of rust in his mouth, he coughed, scarlet blood spilled from his lips, and his throat moistened by blood finally called out a name hoarsely: "Yan Jin..."

Only a vague shadow could be seen in front of him, the man simply closed his eyes again, pulled the corners of his lips, and suddenly revealed a strange smile: "Are you going to kill me? You will regret it..."

Panting, he murmured: "You killed him...you are going to kill him..."

This is so confusing.Yan Jin's expression became more and more cold, and she moved her hand to the fragile neck, and squeezed it tightly without hesitation.

"what!"

The person who was awakened from the coma again suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a daze and strangeness flashed in the bottom of his eyes. Then he probably realized the situation at hand, and immediately broke down and struggled, his pale lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something What--

But the blood-soaked spikes imprisoned him firmly, and Yan Jin didn't want to listen to him anymore.

The sound of bones breaking and breaking reflected the astonishment in his eyes that had not had time to dissipate.

The dust has settled.

……

pain!

It was as if the skin had been ripped apart with a knife, the flesh was cramped, the pain spread from the depths of the bones, and the soul was trembling with pain, but the mind was very clear, sober to the point of despair.

Shen Zhixian was struggling in the nightmare, holding the brocade quilt with his slender white fingers, trembling convulsively, opened his eyes suddenly after a while, and let out a tired breath.

...Finally woke up.

Isn't it just reading a novel before going to bed!Isn't that the cannon fodder Shizun who was slaughtered by his apprentice in the novel has the same name as him!As for having such a nightmare of being nailed to the wall and being strangled to death!

Shen Zhixian leaned on the bed with his elbows and turned over to sit up, but suddenly froze.

and many more.

wrong.

There was still a dull pain in his body, and another neglected memory roared in, fixing him in place—it was true that he had read a novel, but he had read it all night and didn’t sleep at all, where did it come from? Nightmare!

It was a fairy-tale cultivation novel that was written extremely wonderfully in the early stage but ended poorly.

The protagonist, Yan Jin, is a genius cultivating immortals who are gifted with spiritual roots. However, in this kind of novels, the childhood of the genius protagonist is usually so miserable and pitiful that it can deceive readers into tears.

Yan Jin is no exception, but after he experienced such hardships as being framed by his fellow disciples, being hated by his master, and cutting off his spiritual roots, he completely turned into a demon, and wiped out all those who had hurt him with his backhand, killing his master with a thousand swords. He was strangled to death after everything was cut.

Immediately following the author's very abrupt few words-Yan Jin knew the truth about something shortly after the death of his master, and the person who had been blackened to the point of twisting his mind went completely crazy, and committed suicide and died one night--Full text End—not even the truth is written.

Shen Zhixian watched the final result all night and saw such an indescribable ending, and suddenly suffocated like eating a pile of shit.

After thinking about forgetting, forgetting, and sending the author a box of razors, Shen Zhixian decided to go downstairs to buy breakfast to calm down, but found that the elevator was broken when he went out, so he had to go down the stairs ——

But he forgot that he had hypoglycemia, he hadn't slept all night and his stomach was empty, his eyes were dizzy, he stepped on the ground and couldn't stand still, so he rolled down and hit his head on the wall.

It was already past working hours, and no one passed by in the silent corridor.

Shen Zhixian was hit hard this time, the sticky blood flowed down and wet his shirt, the smell of blood was pungent, he was in a daze, and he didn't know if he had called for help, he could only open his eyes with difficulty, his whole body was in pain It's like being ripped apart by a cramp.

His eyes were momentarily slack, bloody and confused, as if someone was standing in front of him, tightly strangling his throat——

Shen Zhixian gasped for breath, unable to say a word, maybe it was the last gleam of clarity before dying, but he vaguely saw the person in front of him...

There is a pair of cold red pupils.

The memory ends.

- Damn it.

Shen Zhixian swallowed, choked his throat, red eyes, why did he only think of the scene where Yan Jin killed his master in the original book? !

Because of the same name as this cannon fodder master, he pays special attention to the "Shen Zhixian" in the book, and also pays special attention to the part where he died.

The body was locked with long nails, hacked into pieces, and the throat bone was cut off.

Shen Zhixian pursed his lips and fell to the ground, staggered to the bronze mirror not far away, after a glance, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and immediately felt that he should die.

The young man in the mirror looked familiar yet unfamiliar.

It is familiar because this face is similar to the face he has seen for more than [-] years in his memory, and it is unfamiliar because... what is this mole of tears!Why do you want to grow a tear mole right now!

Coupled with his pale and handsome face, there was a sense of decadence and tired beauty for no reason.

Shen Zhixian stared at it with a stiff neck for a long while, until some intermittent and vague memories silently squeezed into his mind, finally closed his eyes in desperation, and accepted the fact that "he has worn a book" and turned into a cannon fodder. .

He was depressed for a moment, heaved a long sigh, and prepared to lie down on the couch and think about life for a while.

The original book once said that "Shen Zhixian" has a good foundation and is a good material for cultivating immortals. He was also appointed by Qing Yunzong to be the next person in power, but after he came back from a certain experience and was injured, he had an extra desire to make mistakes from time to time. disease.

Later, no matter how difficult it was for him to make progress in cultivating immortals, he couldn't even use his spiritual power for a long time. In the end, the position of suzerain could only fall on one of his senior brothers, and he took the second place, taking on the name of an elder, but what? Never mind.

Shen Zhixian leaned on the side of the couch and thought about it carefully, but he couldn't remember what happened to cause such a serious heart disease... Probably because he just passed through, and the memory hasn't been well integrated yet.

Shen Zhixian was thinking about it, but he didn't notice that two knocks on the door startled his heart, and before he had time to ask who it was, the door was pushed open.

——His status in Qing Yunzong is not so low that others can enter and leave his room at will without his consent, right? !

Shen Zhixian was still complaining in his heart, when he raised his eyes, he saw someone coming, and immediately turned off the fire, well, this person has so much power to do whatever he wants.

The gentle and refined man was wearing a plain light blue robe with a jade pendant around his waist, which represented the identity of the suzerain, and he pushed the door in with a calm posture.

He probably didn't expect that Shen Zhixian was awake. The two looked at each other for a moment. Shen Zhixian saw a flash of astonishment in his eyes, and then smiled with relief: "Junior brother is awake?"

Isn't this nonsense.If he is not awake, he is sleepwalking with his eyes open like this.

Shen Zhixian responded lightly, but didn't get up - he hadn't fully integrated the memory of the original body, and some memories were still very vague, such as why he had a sudden heart attack this time and passed out.

However, some things are very instinctive, such as his attitude towards Song Ming, the person in front of him, the current ruler of Qing Yunzong.

Neither hot nor cold, neither salty nor bland.

In fact, it is also understandable, after all, Sect Master Qingyun should have belonged to the original body.In Yuanshen's eyes, Song Ming was probably lucky enough to miss it.

Song Ming seemed to be very used to his attitude, and only smiled gently, like a good senior brother who indulged his younger brother to play his temper: "I will take care of the matter of the hidden sword pavilion, junior brother, don't worry, don't blame yourself for it."

He said a few more words of comfort, Shen Zhixian didn't know what happened before, and couldn't understand what he heard, so he was afraid that the more he said, the more he would reveal his flaws, so he could only vaguely answer a few words, and then acted sleepy and lazy.

Song Ming stopped talking, looked at him after a while and said softly: "Since you are sleepy, senior brother will leave first. Your little apprentice is still waiting outside, I will let him come in to wait for you to rest."

——little apprentice.

Shen Zhixian's first reaction was to think of Yan Jin, those red pupils flashed in his mind, he felt a dull pain all over his body again, and he almost refused.

However, when he looked up and saw Song Ming's dark and deep eyes, Shen Zhixian's heart skipped a beat for some reason, feeling a little uncomfortable, so he swallowed the words again, and only gave a faint "um".

The light blue figure walked away slowly, and after a while, someone poked his head in through the half-open door and called out: "Master."