It's Not Easy Being a Master

Ever since the accident happened in that sword practice, Shen Zhixian simply broke the can and broke it, and didn't bother to continue to put on a calm air in front of Yan Jin.

Anyway, Yan Jin has seen such an embarrassing appearance, so there is no need to pretend!

Putting on a show is also tiring.Shen Zhixian rolled up the quilt, thinking calmly, after all, he is a good master who needs to rely on inner beauty to be recognized by his apprentices.

So following the flashback incident, Yan Jin saw Shen Zhixian eating fish and almost choking on the fishbone, Shen Zhixian was lying in bed and bickering with Xiaocaoya, Shen Zhixian was distracted while practicing the sword, and the long sword was out of hand and almost bald. Grass buds, and then the irritable scene where one person and one grass almost fight, and so on.

Yan Jin: "..."

Yan Jin was in a complicated mood.

Is this really the Shen Zhixian he knew?I'm afraid it wasn't really taken away...

However, the results of the loss of image are gratifying.Shen Zhixian would never have imagined that he had tried his best to eat, drink, clothe and house, but he could not soften the half-pointed people. Because of his bunch of embarrassing things, his mentality was finally shaken.

Although it will not completely eliminate the estrangement, at least the attitude has become much calmer, and the master and apprentice can occasionally chat a few gossips.

Shen Zhixian was very relieved, he only thought that the soft policy had worked, and he was even more relentless when he squandered Lingshi and precious jade - anyway, the area under the jurisdiction assigned to him by the suzerain was very large and rich, and the tribute he received every year was even More than Song Ming.

——Song Ming must be going to die of anger.

Because of the morning meeting that day, some of the stewards would suggest that Song Ming should take the initiative to hand over the commission to the sect under Song Ming's hint.

It is said that it is handed over to the sect, how many will be intercepted halfway, everyone knows it well.

After Shen Zhixian listened calmly, he frowned as if Xizi was holding his heart in his hands as if he was weak, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he sighed, and began to miss the former suzerain—that is, his master.

Since he passed through the book, besides worrying about Yan Jin, he has also spent a lot of effort on the relationship with several elders. After all, it is difficult to walk alone, and it is better to hug a few more thighs!

Except that he was the Fifth Elder who was established through connections, the other four elders were all senior brothers who worked together with the former suzerain back then. They were all elders of Shen Zhixian. The relationship between the elder and Shen Zhixian is good.

So every time Shen Zhixian covered his chest, the Third Elder and Fourth Elder would immediately come over to sing and act together.

What about "Oh, you can't have an accident", "If something happened to you, what face will we have to see Lao Wen in a hundred years", or "Your body should be precious... the spirit stone on the peak is enough Not enough? Not enough, Master, I’ll give you some."...

After singing a round, the fourth elder still said to the stewards in a serious manner: "Your Elder Shen is in a special physical condition, and you need a lot of spiritual stones to support you. I see that there is not a lot of spiritual stones in the sect, so I slowly think about other things. That's the solution. You can't treat Sect Master Wen's only disciple harshly."

The Fourth Elder pronounced the word "harsh treatment" perfectly, none of those stewards would dare to speak, and besides, they were about to become the chief culprit who killed the only disciple of the former suzerain!

So they shut up and stepped aside, and Shen Zhixian won a big victory.He is also happy to pretend to be weak. Anyway, he has a good psychological quality, and he prefers to watch Song Ming suffer rather than being gossiped by others.

The two elders took the "sick" elder Shen, and while asking about his health, they resigned early and slipped away together.

Only Song Ming, who was full of anger and unable to vent his anger, was left behind. His face turned green and pale in the meeting hall. After a long time, he calmed down and continued to discuss matters coldly.

The trio parted ways at the intersection when they were lazy and left early.

The two elders went to play chess, and Shen Zhixian went back to catch up on sleep calmly - he got up too early in the morning, and winter is the season that is most likely to induce drowsiness, so he was already sleepy.

However, he was destined not to sleep well today.

"Chirp chirp chirp! chirp chirp!"

"Hey!"

Half asleep and half awake, Shen Zhixian's face was covered with a grass bud, turned over in pain, slapped his hands indiscriminately, lifted the quilt, covered his face, and reprimanded vaguely: "Ya Ya, tell you How many times! Don't disturb me when I'm sleeping!"

"Cuckoo!"

The little grass sprout deftly avoided his hand, jumped to his ear, called in a different voice, and pulled his hair with the small blade while calling.

Shen Zhixian was obsessed with the bed and remained unmoved.

Xiaocaoya didn't get a response, so she grabbed the corner of the quilt angrily, and pulled it violently. With just a sound of tearing, the seventh quilt of this month was easily scrapped.

——No one would have guessed that such a small grass sprout, which looks so fragile that it would break in the wind, would have such great strength.

Only the young disciples of the Miscellaneous Affairs Department would have some subtle guesses because Elder Shen changed seven quilts a month.

The little grass sprout tore the quilt, and flew to the window with ease, and the little leaf patted it lightly again.

With a bang, the window opened wide, and the cold wind rushed into the room with fine snow in an instant-it was not good to live high, the wind was strong, and the snow was cold.

Immortal cultivators should not be afraid of the scorching heat and cold, and there will be no things like furnace heaters and earth dragons in the room. Shen Zhixian was first torn off the quilt, and then was slapped by the cold wind, and instantly woke up—"Ya Ya!!! "

"Chirp!"

Xiaocaoya pointed out quickly before he was so angry that he drew his sword, then pretended to be waiting with his head down, and chirped and chirped again.

Shen Zhixian was stunned: "Ah Jin is waiting outside?"

"Chirp!" Little Leaf nodded.

"How long have you waited?"

"Jiujiu!" It's been a long time!

Shen Zhixian hurriedly put on his clothes and got up, and performed spells to make himself more sober, then brushed his hair, and then hurried out the door.

Yan Jin was standing silently in front of the door, motionless.The eaves shielded him from some snow, but the wind was strong, and the snow fell on him rustlingly.He waited here for a long time, with a layer of snow on his shoulders.

Three years have passed, and he is no longer the skinny young man who was malnourished. Shen Zhixian is fed with good food and drink every day, and nourished by miraculous medicine. Be tall and well-proportioned.

He is already a handsome and high-spirited young man.

Shen Zhixian was so sad to see that the little apprentice had finally grown up. If Yan Jin hadn't always maintained a reticent and indifferent temperament, he would have been more popular than Yan Shen back then.

But that's not the point - the point is, how did Yan Jin grow to be as tall as him!

Last month, Yan Jin was in retreat, and he hadn't seen anyone for a month, and after looking at him now, he realized that the skinny young boy in the past was actually so tall!

Shen Zhixian was heartbroken, ahhhhh, in just a blink of an eye, the apprentice has grown stronger than the master!

Yan Jin is still at an age where she can continue to grow taller!

And he... Shen Zhixian's eyes were blank for a moment, he remembered that in the original book, "Shen Zhixian" was a round older than Yan Jin.

The handsome and calm young man didn't know the complicated emotions in his master's heart, so he saluted respectfully: "Master."