It's Not Easy Being a Master

Shen Zhixian grabbed Yan Jin with difficulty with his right hand, and clasped his left hand tightly to the edge of the cliff to prevent himself from being taken down.

The little jade bottle was rolling past not far from his right hand, and he could pick it up as long as he let go of Yan Jin's hand and easily picked it up, but his hand never loosened at all.

Yan Jin wanted to catch it for him, but the little jade bottle rubbed his fingertips and fell down mercilessly.

The cliff was so high that the little jade bottle fell, and no movement could be heard.

Shen Zhixian gritted his teeth and was about to pull the person up, but the half of the snake was still rolling, and with a convulsion, it bounced onto the hand he was holding the person with, the snake's head flickered, and suddenly opened its mouth wide, about to bite on Shen Zhixian's arm !

If this mouth was closed exactly, Shen Zhixian's hand would also be cut in two.

As soon as Shen Zhixian gritted his teeth, he loosened his left hand and quickly grabbed the snake's body and pulled it. The snake's teeth could pierce the flesh. As soon as a little bit of venom spewed out, Shen Zhixian threw him under the cliff.

With this tossing, Shen Zhixian's body was instantly taken away from the cliff and moved a lot.

But he still held Yan Jin's hand tightly.

Yan Jin's mask of silence was finally broken. He restrained the complex emotions surging in his heart, only to realize that his throat was tight when he made a sound, so tight that he could only shout "Master" before he could no longer speak.

The smell of gray snake's blood was so sticky that it made Shen Zhixian dizzy, and it took him a long time to pull him up.

His heart was pounding, he closed his eyes, endured a moment of dizziness, and was in no mood to talk to Yan Jin. He walked back a few steps away from the edge of the cliff, leaned against a thick tree and sat down, heaving a tired sigh.

Yan Jin, who walked around at the critical moment, was in a better condition than him, and walked quickly, pulling up his sleeves silently to wipe the dirty blood on Shen Zhixian's hands.

Shen Zhixian propped up one long leg, one hand was supported by Yan Jin, the other hand was stretched out and rested casually on his knee, with his head slightly tilted, he leaned against the tree trunk, closed his eyes, and was breathing heavily.

If one ignores his blood-stained lips, he looks like a swordsman walking around the world with his sword at this moment. He is tired from walking, and he just rests here, loose and reckless.

But Yan Jin knew that he couldn't hold on anymore.The gray snake made a surprise attack, and before Shen Zhixian could take the medicine, he struggled again and was bitten by the gray snake.

The venom of the gray snake is not fatal, it only makes people insane.Ordinary people would be unconscious for two or three days, but Shen Zhixian would probably be unconscious for most of the night in the current situation.

"Master, just now...why didn't you let go?"

A question pulled Shen Zhixian's sanity back slightly, he half-opened his eyes, and his sight was distracted for a moment before gathering on Yan Jin.

The young man half-kneeled in front of him, with a solemn expression, as if a little beast who had done something bad was caught, anxiously waiting for unknown punishment.

Seeing his appearance, Shen Zhixian suddenly felt like laughing, coughed lightly, and held back again.

This is a good time to play the emotional card.Shen Zhixian lowered his eyelids, sighed in disappointment, but he had no choice but to be forgiving and said: "Since you call Master Master, Master, you will not let go."

Yan Jin was moved instantly, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only said: "Master...you rest first, the disciple is here to guard."

This is exactly the answer Shen Zhixian wants to get.

Although Yan Jin's memories of the previous life made him deeply entangled, but in nature, he is a calm and reliable person with a clear distinction between love and hate.

He had just plotted against Shen Zhixian, but was rescued by Shen Zhixian without hesitation, now that he heard this, he would definitely not be able to do something like abandoning someone in the middle of the night and sneaking away by himself.

Shen Zhixian let go of half of his heart, and thought bitterly in a drowsy state, as for the calculation of his account, it will be settled after he goes out.

Yan Jin did not leave as expected, although he did have such a thought, but when he fell off the cliff but was held tightly by Shen Zhixian, the thought dissipated completely.

It was dark, and the night in the mountains was a bit cold. Shen Zhixian lost his spiritual protection, and felt a little chilly in his lethargic sleep. He shivered and curled up uncomfortably.

He was sitting leaning against a tree, with his head slightly leaning back against the tree trunk, and with this movement, he slowly fell to the side.

Yan Jin saw it, stretched out her hand, and gently placed it on Shen Zhixian's forehead, stopping his tendency to fall.

However, soon a gust of cool wind blew by, and Shen Zhixian shivered again.Frowning in the drowsiness, he turned his head unhappily.

This time, almost half of his forehead touched Yan Jin's hand, probably because the warmth of the palm made him feel very comfortable, he rubbed it subconsciously, and murmured a word: "Cold..."

Yan Jin sensed something was wrong, he put down the long sword with his other hand, and carefully placed it on Shen Zhixian's forehead.

Slight fever.

Shen Zhixian had a low fever.

The wind blew the leaves rustling, and the moonlight shone through the branches, casting mottled shadows all over the place.

He hesitated for a while, then took off his coat and put it on Shen Zhixian's body, then gently wrapped his arms around Shen Zhixian's shoulders, and pulled him into his arms, trying to protect him from the cool breeze.

The young and hot chest slightly dispelled the coolness on Shen Zhixian's body, his brows relaxed, his head rested on Yan Jin's shoulder, rubbed against it, and adjusted to a more comfortable posture.The hand moved unconsciously, and it rested casually on Yan Jin's lap.

Shen Zhixian's hands were also cold, but Yan Jin felt that the place he touched seemed to be on fire.

Incredibly hot.

He sat under the tree with a stiff expression, and Shen Zhixian leaned against his arms with an intimate posture and defenseless, the subtle breathing sounded repeatedly in his ears.

Yan Jin's hand froze awkwardly and helplessly for a long time, and finally put it carefully on the thin shoulder of the man in white.

Shen Zhixian's frame is rather thin, so he could just wrap his arms around his shoulders when he stretched out his hand.

Down from the shoulders is the waist, and the waist is even thinner... When he picked her up from the hot spring that day, he once held Shen Zhixian's waist.

Really fine.

This is the kind of person who, when he was young, made a move with his sword, and won the title of the number one young sword cultivator in Qing Yunzong and even in the entire cultivation world, and no one can surpass him till now.

It's a pity that it was short-lived.

As the young man thought about it, Shen Zhixian's head rubbed his earlobe.For some reason, he suddenly felt itchy and hot at the base of his ears.He turned his head blankly, looked at Shen Zhixian's sleeping face, and felt a trace of worry that he hadn't even noticed.

The stars twinkled in the sky, and there was silence all around.

Fortunately, no monsters came to make trouble, and the middle of the night passed quietly like this.However, when the dew gradually rose in the middle of the night, the humidity and cold forced Shen Zhixian to feel uneasy again.

The cold and damp wind invaded his body through his clothes, and the chill seemed to seep into his bones. It was painful and numb, which made him frowned uncomfortably, and instinctively shrank into Yan Jin's arms.

Yan Jin noticed something was wrong with him, pursed her lips, and hugged him tighter.

His action pampered the sick man.

Shen Zhixian moved around in his lethargy, shrank for a while, but still felt cold.The hand that was originally resting on Yan Jin's thigh quietly climbed up without knowing when, and grabbed Yan Jin's skirt, looking for the heat source he longed for.

But the scalding heat source was blocked by something, Shen Zhixian was very dissatisfied, muttered something, and began to pull hard.

The undergarment was thin, and Shen Zhixian quickly loosened Yan Jin's neckline, and his pale fingertips actually touched his chest, and then he couldn't help shivering from the scorching heat.

However, the comfort of being suppressed by the coldness for a moment made him happy again, and he continued to pull even harder, wanting to turn out the entire heat source, and wanting to lean over with his whole body.

This will not work.

Yan Jin hesitated for a moment, then began to stop.Originally, he was holding Shen Zhixian's shoulder with one hand, and holding the sword with one hand hanging by his side, but now he could only put down the sword and grab Shen Zhixian's hand to keep him from moving.

But Shen Zhixian finally found the heat source, how could he give up so easily.Sick people are the most unreasonable, the more Yan Jin blocks him, the more wronged he will be, and the more wronged he will be, the more he will toss.

He didn't care when he was tossing around, but Yan Jin had to pay attention to his surroundings and be careful not to hurt him. Under all kinds of constraints, Shen Zhixian found an opportunity to pull the thin skirt.

There was a slight tear.

Shen Zhixian put his whole palm on his fiery chest, sighed comfortably, finally satisfied, he rubbed his head again, and finally found a good position on Yan Jin's neck, with his forehead resting on Yan Jin's neck , and fell asleep again.

Yan Jin froze, Shen Zhixian's icy hands were pressed against his chest, but he couldn't feel the coldness at all, he only felt like a ball of fire was in his chest.

To burn him to pieces.

He didn't dare to provoke Shen Zhixian again, fearing that he would tear his whole clothes if he got up regardless, so he could only keep his face stiff and let his hands rest on his chest.

The position of the heart.

Finally, when the first light of the sun broke through, Shen Zhixian's fever subsided and finally woke up.

Probably fighting poison with poison, Gray Snake's tossing and tossing actually prevented his heart disease from fully breaking out.

Shen Zhixian yawned lazily and opened his eyes.He thought it would be a difficult night, but when he woke up, he didn't feel any discomfort except a little flustered and hungry, only his neck was a little sore, probably caused by sleeping against the tree all night.

He glanced at Yan Jin who was quietly guarding beside him with his sword in his arms, feeling a little relieved.

Very good, not in vain.

but……

Shen Zhixian frowned, looked at Yan Jin's weird collar, "What's wrong?"

Yan Jin hugged the sword in silence for a moment, then said with difficulty: "A lynx came at night, and it was torn when I chased it away."

Shen Zhixian said "Yes" lightly, and didn't continue to ask, but he didn't believe it in his heart - what kind of bobcat is so small and clever, if he doesn't pull it, he has to go around his coat and pull his inner collar?

This bad apprentice probably did something bad again at night, and I don't want him to know.

Shen Zhixian restrained his expression, and when he turned around and went out, he had to think of a way to suppress Yan Jin's bad thoughts.