It's Not Easy Being a Master

The truth of Cangjiange was temporarily concealed, and life gradually returned to calm.

The master and the apprentice got along in harmony on the surface, but Shen Zhixian knew that the little hedgehog just hid his thorns a little, and when he got close, he would still reveal it and poke him.

Before Yan Jin came back from morning class, Shen Zhixian lay on the bed with Xiao Caoya, turned over lazily, and suddenly let out a long sigh.

The little grass bud didn't know, so when the leaves rolled up, he just imitated him and sighed, the voice really imitated [-]%.

Shen Zhixian fiddled with its small leaves, and murmured softly: "A Jin is so hard to coax..."

Little Grass Sprout can understand human words, and immediately shakes the leaves with deep confidence--it's super difficult to coax!It has been coquettish and cute for a long time, only in exchange for the opportunity to grab the sleeves and swing!

One person and one grass looked at each other for a while, then sighed again.

The little grass sprout spread out for a while, and went out to bask in the sun. Shen Zhixian sat up hugging the quilt, and couldn't help recalling the situation that day again.

That day, he clearly saw that Yan Jin's pupils turned red—although it returned to normal soon.

That cold and alluring color was exactly the same as the cold and cruel aura of the sword moves he used.

At that time, Shen Zhixian was full of worries and didn't think much about it. After he calmed down, he remembered the setting in the book, the red pupils - that was the sign of Yan Jin's obsession.

In the original book, Yan Jin found another opportunity to become a demon because her spiritual root was cut off by her original body, and she could no longer cultivate immortality.

Shen Zhixian was very worried, very worried that this little hedgehog would perform a live magic backhand kill for him.

After being dazed for a while, he got up lazily, took the sword casually, and prepared to practice the sword.

Recently, in the corner of the storage bag of the original body, he found the booklet of sword techniques created by the original body back then, and he is trying to rebuild it.

Since he bears the title of a master, he has to teach something. In case...Yan Jin might be able to show him some tolerance for the sake of his hard work.

Speaking of which, the talent of the original body is really excellent, no wonder he was so valued by the former suzerain back then, and he can be called the number one swordsman in the sect - a person who can create his own swordsmanship before he can reach the weak crown, Looking at the world of comprehension, they are all rare.

Probably because the instinct in the memory is still there, every time Shen Zhixian practiced the sword, he felt as if he was integrated with the sword, and he didn't need to think too much, and the sword moves could be executed smoothly and smoothly.

After finishing a set of sword skills, Shen Zhixian raised his sword and stood on the edge of the cliff, exhaling a mouthful of turbid air, the depression in his heart dissipated completely, leaving only comfort and comfort, and he even wanted to drink three hundred cups with one sword The idea of ​​going to the end of the world.

The original body must have been a free-spirited, free-spirited young man back then, but unfortunately, his heart disease broke all his wanton dreams.

The wind was strong at the edge of the cliff, and the clothes were fluttering.Shen Zhixian stood for a while, his hot blood was blown cold, he lowered his head and looked at the bottomless cliff, stepped back in a hurry, turned around and was about to go back to the house, but saw Yan Jin coming back at some time looked at him momentarily.

"A Jin is back." Shen Zhixian greeted him, saw that he was wearing a sword, and asked casually, "Are you still used to this sword?"

Yan Jin's ordinary sword was broken into several pieces, and there is no way to repair it.Shen Zhixian asked someone to hit his sword right now.

Yan Jin lowered her eyelashes, hiding the flash of surprise in her eyes, and saluted respectfully: "Thank you, Master, for giving me the sword. The sword is very good."

Shen Zhixian pretended not to hear his faint vigilance and defense, pondered for a moment, then lifted his chin to the side space, and said simply: "Practice two tricks with me."

Shen Zhixian seemed to be in a good mood today, with a smile on his face, his usual calmness and elegance were shattered by this smile, he looked free and easy in the light of his sword, just like what was said in the scriptures, walking the rivers and lakes the chivalrous man.

Yan Jin's feeling was especially obvious when he was fighting with him. At that moment, he even felt that this was not Shen Zhixian - how could that person with a cold and dark mind have such a chic sword intent!

But this is clearly Shen Zhixian again.Although the hatred for Shen Zhixian has not dissipated, he cannot deny that Shen Zhixian's face is indeed well-born and unforgettable, and no one can imitate the dark red tear mole.

After practicing for another quarter of an hour, Shen Zhixian withdrew his sword with some regret.He couldn't use his spiritual power for a long time, and if he continued to fight, the heart disease would come out to punish him.

"It's not bad." He boasted a few words, and when he saw that Yan Jin was about to withdraw his sword immediately, he quickly stopped, "Don't be in a hurry. There are a few tricks just now, you can use them again..."

The original body never taught Yan Jin to practice before, so Yan Jin could only go to class with ordinary disciples.However, under Yan Shen's secret push, those disciples were unanimously exclusive and isolated him, and deliberately gave him the worst sword to make him miss the class.

Frequent absences from school allowed Yan Jin to learn only superficially. Fortunately, the protagonist Halo is extremely talented. Even if he gestures with the most ordinary sword by himself, he still looks decent.

But that was only decent, and there were still many mistakes, so Shen Zhixian picked them out and corrected them one by one.

When the talk got excited, Shen Zhixian forgot the gap between master and apprentice, took Yan Jin's sword, and had to make gestures himself.

"For example, morning dew is not used in this way. It is a swordsman's move when he saw a mayfly flying by in the early morning. The morning dew is fleeting, and this sword move must be dexterous and fast, so that people have not had time to see it clearly. It becomes Mushi's mayfly..."

He raised and lowered the tip of the sword a little bit, extinguishing the light of the cold sword, as if the mayflies that had lost their lives fell to the ground after the twilight dyed the earth.

Yan Jin was in a daze, and suddenly took a step forward, her eyes fixed on the nimble sword tip.

"Finishing Lanzhou is a swordsman's epiphany at sunset and dusk on the western mountains. The dead leaves are all over the place reflecting the setting sun, and the westerly wind blows through the desolation, making the opponent feel hesitant when he sees it... If you see it, you are very handsome..."

A vague figure flashed past his mind, as if there was once a high-spirited man in white who was gesticulating sword moves for him and said similar words, but what he was holding was a dead branch at that time.

Yan Jin blurted out: "Master, will you conquer Lanzhou with one stroke?"

"The end of the wind in Lanzhou?" Shen Zhixian drew the tip of his sword, almost without thinking about it, and made that move with a flick of his wrist, and chanted casually: "Now the moon is at dusk, and the west wind is passing over to Lanzhou... "

Yan Jin's pupils suddenly dilated, and the two figures in memory and in front of him seemed to overlap, and a name that had been missed for a long time almost blurted out, "Sui—"

"Oh!" Shen Zhixian suddenly screamed, interrupting Yan Jin's words.His face changed slightly, and before the move was finished, he put the sword on the ground with his backhand, using it as a stick, and supported his waist with the other hand, with a delicate and helpless expression, "My waist..."

He didn't dare to use his spiritual power, so he used Yan Jin's sword.But Yan Jin's sword is also of high quality, and it weighs a lot.For example, Zhao Lusheng had nothing to do with his cleverness, and Fengjiu Lanzhou's move was going to be opened and closed. He didn't pay attention, and he dodged a little.

Yan Jin: "..."

He swallowed the name he was about to spit out, and returned to a state of silence in an instant. Under Shen Zhixian's signal, he cautiously and defensively helped him back to the house.

Shen Zhixian put his hand on his wrist for strength, it was cold, not at all the temperature that a person in the prime of his youth should have—heart disease ruined his future, leaving him only one for his cultivation. For those who are extremely weak and dilapidated, it is like a waste body.

In the previous life, Yan Jin had also admired him, so she didn't have much resistance to worshiping him, but who would have thought that what she got in exchange was the severing of her spiritual roots and her immediate death.

He pitied Shen Zhixian, but hated him even more.

Yan Jin drooped her eyelashes to hide the complex emotions in her eyes, helped her to the bed, saluted silently, and quietly backed away.