It's Not Easy Being a Master

"Thinly sliced ​​beef, a pot of hot wine—here!"

"A basket of meat buns! A basket of sweet cakes! Another bowl of beef noodles in clear soup!"

"Brother, please bring me a bowl of plum blossom soup cake..."

All kinds of voices intertwined and sounded. On a cold winter morning, the wind was cold, and white mist sprayed out between the words, blurring everyone's appearance.

In the corner of the street, there was a five or six-year-old boy curled up. He was wearing old and thin clothes, and a pair of dirty shoes. He stepped on the snow and couldn't keep warm at all.

The trousers had long been ill-fitting, revealing half of the calf, which was flushed red from the cold.The little boy didn't care about this, and looked around with his eyes open.

His face was dirty, and his eyes were as clear as the finest black jade.

A middle-aged man bought three large steamed buns and a bowl of noodle soup, but at the end he couldn't eat any more, so he put down half a steamed bun and a mouthful of leftover soup.

The little boy stared closely as if he had discovered a treasure. As soon as the middle-aged man left, he rushed out from the corner quickly, picked up half a steamed bun with one hand, and was about to pour the bowl into his mouth with the other hand. .

His behavior was quickly disgusted by others. Before the cold soup was eaten, he slapped it hard, knocking over the entire bowl.

The soup spilled on his body, and the small piece of wet clothes was blown by the cold wind, tightly clinging to his body, and it was cold.

"Where did the dirty things come from! Go away!"

The muscular burly man glared at him cursingly, and the malice and disgust in that almost turned into substance, stabbing the boy like a knife.

The boy silently squeezed the remaining half of the steamed bun, clenched his little hands into fists, and turned around silently to leave.

The burly man saw the steamed bun in his hand again in a blink of an eye, and he was furious, "Dirty thing, what are you holding in your hand?! How dare you take a big steamed bun worth a copper?!"

There was obviously only such a small piece left, not even a bite.

The boy started to run, and when the strong man saw that he was about to run, he immediately strode over and tried to pull his collar.Things have been going wrong for him recently, and he has long wanted to find someone who is easy to bully and vent his anger!

The boy was thin and weak, and his body was too cold to be flexible. He fell to the ground after taking only two steps. Before he could get up for a while, he was overtaken by a strong man with one step.

Just when the dark and vicious hand was about to reach his back collar, a white hand stretched out gracefully and pinched the strong man's wrist.

The slender fingers pinched the strong man's thick wrist with ease. It seemed that he had no strength, but the strong man felt as if his wrist was clamped by iron clamps and he could not move.

As the most majestic thorn in the street, the brawny man had never been so boldly offended by anyone.

He changed color suddenly, and turned his head angrily, wanting to see which daring and ignorant child dared to pluck the hair on the tiger's head.As a result, when he turned his head, he only saw a noble-looking young man in white clothes, who looked over with a smile, and shook his hand lightly.

The strong man suddenly felt that his whole hand was numb, and he couldn't even lift it.His face changed, knowing that he had encountered a ruthless character, he gritted his teeth and forced the scene to shout: "Who are you?! Report your name!"

The white-clothed boy glanced at him lazily, smiled unabated, and replied to him in a good-tempered manner: "There is no name in Jianghu, it's not worth mentioning."

The strong man was still trying to speak, but the next moment he felt numb all over his body, he couldn't stand upright for a while, and fell to the ground with a thud, his tongue seemed to be swollen, and he could only make a hoo hoo sound when he opened his mouth.

There were actually three or two people eating around, but no one was helping him. This strong man was famous for being sloppy on this street, and no one wanted to get dirty.

The white-clothed boy ignored him, turned around and walked up to the little boy in a few steps, and stretched out his hand to him: "Can you still stand up?"

The little boy looked down at his dirty hands and didn't speak.

The white-clothed boy laughed, and he didn't know how he did it. With a flick of his wrist, a large cloak appeared, with a gray and white fluffy collar, which looked soft and warm.

With a shake of his hand, he wrapped the little boy in a cloak.

The fluff around the neck covered most of the boy's face, and the little boy heard someone whispering next to him: "Ah, it's an immortal cultivator."

Xianxiu.

what is that?

He chewed this unfamiliar word blankly, but his body suddenly rose into the air, he subconsciously wanted to struggle, but someone patted his back gently, and a clear and gentle voice rang in his ears: "Don't move around. "

The boy in white was holding him with one hand, and the long-term malnourished little boy was light and light, holding him through the cloak, felt like his bones were hurting his hands.

The little boy's body was stiffened by his patting, his lips were tightly pressed together, and he didn't say a word.

This posture brought him very close to the young man. When he raised his eyes, he saw the young man's delicate side face and jade-like earlobes. His complexion was fair and delicate, and he was used to being pampered.

My stomach suddenly growled, and my stomach finally began to protest after not eating for a long time.He held his breath for a moment, so ashamed that he wanted to dig a hole and get in right away.

The boy in white also heard the voice, felt a little pity, carried him and walked quickly into a breakfast shop, found a seat where the wind was not blowing, sat down, and neatly ordered a bunch of food.

It will take time for the food to be ready and delivered, and the boy in white conjured up a snow-white handkerchief from nowhere, and asked the shopkeeper for a bowl of hot water, poured water to soak the handkerchief, and wiped his face gently and meticulously .

After wiping his face, he wiped his hands again. Finally, the young man tapped his fingers and cast a small spell.Ordinary people can't bear too much spiritual power, so he can only use his spiritual power to condense a soft cloud-like white ball, and let the boy hug and warm his hands.

The food was brought up quickly, rice porridge with thick meat and fragrant meat, small meat buns just out of the cage, snow-white steamed buns, and a plate of stir-fried pork slices with vegetarian vegetables.

It is very common to eat, he wanders here every day, and can see countless times.

The dense heat drifted in front of his eyes, and he asked softly through the hazy mist, "What's your name?"

……

"Zhixian? Zhixian—!" The roommate's hearty voice suddenly sounded, sounding very excited, "Your dubbing has won an award! They asked you to apply for your name! How do you say, do you want to apply for your real name?"

"Ah?" Shen Zhixian, who was woken up, opened his eyes in a daze. He was not fully awake, and he didn't realize what his roommate was saying, "What name?"

The roommate hates iron and steel: "You won the first prize for the dubbing you submitted before, and the organizer is going to announce the award information. Do you want to put your real name or wear a vest?"

Shen Zhixian yawned, and finally remembered such a thing.

He turned his head sideways, buried his head in the quilt wearily, and the Bluetooth headset that had been playing all night slipped from his neck, and just finished playing the last sentence of the loop single just before the power was turned off automatically.

"...The three wishes are like Liang Shangyan, and we will meet each other every year."

Leisurely and graceful.

He mumbled under the quilt: "Put on a vest. Let's call Sui Jian, Sui Jian, see you when you meet—reply for me, I have to sleep for a while..."

……

All kinds of messy things, messy memories.

At the end of the dream was another boundless dark sea, and he was drowned in it, unable to move and breathless.

When Shen Zhixian woke up, he couldn't tell where he was for a moment, his vision was loose, and everything he saw was hazy.

There was still a throbbing pain in the chest when breathing, and the whole body was sore and painful, as if it had been dismantled and reassembled.He panted slightly, enduring the pain, and slowly came back to his senses, his gaze focused on the group of figures in front of him.

It is the four elders.

"Fourth Master Uncle..." Shen Zhixian felt his throat hurt when he spoke, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like two pieces of sandpaper grinding each other.

A smell of rust welled up his throat, his face turned pale, he endured it for a moment, but he still couldn't help coughing.This cough affected the chest cavity, and the heart ached again, as if it had been completely hollowed out by someone.

The fourth elder was so distressed that he helped him to sit up with difficulty, patted his back lightly, and ordered the person standing beside him without turning his head: "Go and get the elixir water."

A cup of warm water was quickly delivered to the eyes, the fourth elder took it, and carefully fed it to the person.

The elixir flowed down the throat, and the abundant spiritual energy infiltrated the heart veins that had been severely injured and covered with mottled scars. Shen Zhixian let out a long breath of relief, and finally felt that he had come back to life.

Seeing that he was fine, the Fourth Elder heaved a sigh of relief and couldn't help but mutter: "Why did he suddenly get sick again? Yan Jin had a pale face when he came to see me, and it scared me to death... I just said Just push this matter off, why do you have to go to the Trial Mountain by yourself?"

Shen Zhixian heard Yan Jin's name, raised his eyes slightly, and saw Yan Jin standing behind the Fourth Elder like a statue, the corners of his eyes were flushed, and his face was full of tiredness, as if he hadn't closed his eyes after running around for ten and a half months.

His clothes were crumpled and hadn't been changed, the collar was still broken, and his whole body was dirty. He only stared at this side with a pair of dark eyes. It's bright.

It was a rare embarrassment.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Zhixian made up his mind in a blink of an eye.

He slowly looked away, not intending to talk to Yan Jin, and pretending not to see Yan Jin's dim eyes for a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at the Fourth Elder as if comforting, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's okay." .Recently, I've been lazy and steal a lot, and if I'm lazy again, Sect Master Song will probably get angry."

The Fourth Elder said unhappily: "Let him be angry. He may not be angry once a year, and getting angry is good for his health." He turned back and did not allow Shen Zhixian to change the subject, "What's going on this time? What's the matter? It's all right, and you have a heart attack?"

The Fourth Elder glanced at Yan Jin, and joked, "Did this kid make you angry?"

The fourth elder has been in frequent contact with Wufeng in recent years, and often sees the interaction between Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin, master and apprentice.Seeing that the relationship between the two of them is very good, he even talked to the third elder, saying that Shen Zhixian will at least have a good apprentice to rely on in the future.

He knew that Shen Zhixian was protecting his apprentice closely, and if it was normal, making such a joke on Yan Jin would definitely provoke Shen Zhixian to retort righteously, but this time Shen Zhixian was silent for a while, and then said in a hoarse voice: " no."

The Fourth Elder immediately sensed that something was wrong, and wanted to ask again, but Shen Zhixian rubbed the center of his brows, and put on a tired expression: "It's none of Ajin's business, it's my problem. Please trouble Fourth Master Uncle to run away for me again." trip..."

He made it clear that he didn't want to say more.The fourth elder turned his head and glanced at Yan Jin, but the usually calm child also looked dumbfounded.

The fourth elder frowned, knowing that something must have happened between the two.However, he has never been an elder who likes to inquire and meddle in other people's affairs. After hesitating for a moment, he took Shen Zhixian's pulse and made sure that he was fine. He suppressed the worries in his heart and said, "Rest more, and take the medicine on time."

Shen Zhixian nodded gratefully to him, and thanked him again.The Fourth Elder patted the back of his hand, "Why are you being so polite, if you feel uncomfortable, send someone to look for Master Uncle right away, do you know?"

After admonishing Shen Zhixian, he turned his head and told Yan Jin: "Your master takes medicine the most, you have to keep an eye on it, don't tell him to fall down secretly."

Yan Jin nodded in a daze, lost her usual composure. Seeing that the Fourth Elder was about to walk out of the door, she hesitated for a moment, but still chased after him with a few steps, and asked in a low voice: "Fourth Elder, Master respects him..."

The Fourth Elder put his hands on the door panel and was about to push it out. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and glanced at him. Seeing that he looked worried and did not seem to be fake, he said, "Your master is now a porcelain doll, so you have to coax it well. Can't be hurt."

Yan Jin answered nonchalantly, and stood in a daze for a while, until the Fourth Elder pushed the door and left, and the door was slammed back by the wind, then he suddenly woke up, and rushed back to the bed in two or three steps .