It's Not Easy Being a Master

Shen Zhixian leaned against the back of the bed, closed her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep.

His face was as white as a piece of paper, and the tear mole at the corner of his eye was extraordinarily bright red, his collar was torn up because of his severe cough just now, revealing a section of his collarbone, with a delicate curvature, and his skin was as white as porcelain.

The whole person exuded a tired and morbid beauty.

Yan Jin stood by the couch in a daze, not daring to disturb him for a while.

A piece of plain white wrist hanging by the side of the bed moved, and the jade strings wrapped around the wrist made a slight sound when they collided, and Yan Jin subconsciously looked over.

Shen Zhixian was already on the thin side, but after a few days of tossing around, he has lost a lot of weight. The jade string that he was wearing just now was a bit too big, and it slipped onto the back of his hand, revealing a little of the skin that was originally covered by the jade string.

A little darker scar immediately attracted Yan Jin's attention.

……what is that?

Shen Zhixian had a wrist injury before?That's why you specially wear jade beads to block it?

There were not many scars exposed, and it looked vaguely irregular in shape. It was not cut by a knife, and I don't know how it was hurt. Yan Jin only glanced at it, then looked away, knelt on one knee by the couch, quietly Looking at Shen Zhixian carefully.

Shen Zhixian finally opened his eyes, lowered his eyes wearily, and met his gaze.

"..."

"..."

The two were silent for a moment, then Shen Zhixian sighed first, and asked, "Have the people from Sanfeng been to Trial Mountain?"

Yan Jin was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what Shen Zhixian meant.

The formation he changed in Trial Mountain has not yet recovered, and he has not been able to leave... Sanfeng is good at formations, if they find any clues, they will get to the bottom of it...

Master just woke up, was he thinking about this?

Yan Jin was stunned and didn't reply, Shen Zhixian thought he was worried, and said in relief: "Don't worry, if you ask, just say I was idle. It's not a big deal, and Sanfeng's people won't give up the face of being a teacher." .”

He spoke for too long in one breath, and he became a little out of breath, coughed lightly, and suppressed the itching in his throat.

This time the heart disease was really a bit harsh, even worse than the time in the hot spring before. He has been awake for so long, and now he is still suffering.

If he didn't want to take advantage of this opportunity to cure Yan Jin, he would have already wrapped up the quilt and slept soundly.

Yan Jin became tense when he heard his cough, and wanted to pour water for him when she stood up.

Shen Zhixian had just drank a full stomach of the panacea water, and didn't really want to drink any more, so he waved his hands weakly, frowned and coughed twice, before saying tiredly: "I don't want to drink, I'm fine. Go and rest yourself."

He didn't say a word about Yan Jin's calculations on the trial mountain, except for taking the responsibility of changing the formation in a few words, he didn't say much else.

Yan Jin felt that a needle pierced through the thick wall of his heart and pierced his heart fiercely. The wound could not be seen, only the fine pain.

For a moment, he felt ashamed to face Shen Zhixian.

The phantom Shen Zhixian saw in the open space must be someone very important to him, and I don't know what they said that made them so emotional... and the turbulence of the teleportation array caused another heart attack.

The culprit is him.

If he hadn't plotted against Shen Zhixian and brought the two of them to an unknown land, Shen Zhixian wouldn't have encountered so many things that made his heart ache violently.

Yesterday the Fourth Elder was still sighing, saying that this time Shen Zhixian almost failed to make it through—Since the onset of the hot spring illness, Shen Zhixian's body has not been very good, and he usually does not see anything when he eats the elixir. After a few days of tossing, it is simply terrible.

But after the master woke up, not only did he not blame him, he defended him as always in front of the Fourth Elder, and even took responsibility for him, taking everything down.

Yan Jin felt regretful and ashamed these days.What circulated in my mind over and over again was the scarlet spot on Shen Zhixian's lips.

Just after the teleportation ended, when Shen Zhixian vomited blood in a coma and couldn't stop it, his hands and feet were really cold, and he didn't care about being calm and self-restraint, so he stumbled to Sifeng with Shen Zhixian in his arms.

In desperation, he even forgot that he had recovered his spiritual power, so he ran on two legs.

Fortunately, I saw the Fourth Elder halfway through the run. Seeing that the situation was not good, the Fourth Elder quickly brought the two people who were in a state of embarrassment back to the nearby Wufeng.

Shen Zhixian has been in a coma for a long time, and the Fourth Elder doesn't want to stay in Wufeng for a long time to attract suspicion. After Shen Zhixian's condition stabilized, he left, and only came to visit quietly from time to time.

Shen Zhixian didn't have anyone close and reliable, so Yan Jin was left to guard here, and he didn't sleep a wink for three days.

But no matter how regretful and guilty he was, he couldn't make up for the harm Shen Zhixian suffered this time.

"Master..." he said with difficulty, "I'm sorry..."

--Um? ? ?

——Ah, ah, ah, listen, what did he hear!

Shen Zhixian was really sleepy, eyes half closed, drowsy, and when he was about to fall asleep, he was suddenly awakened by this sentence.

What did he hear!

Yan Jin said sorry to him!

Shen Zhixian woke up a lot at once, and he let out an ah in his heart, feeling that the pain all over his body had eased a lot, wishing he could give Yan Jin a big chestnut on the forehead on the spot to express his happiness.

His behavior after waking up is only half true and half intentional. After all, he has eaten so many magic pills from the Fourth Elder. It is really uncomfortable, but it is not uncomfortable that he will die at this moment. look like.

He deliberately exaggerated it for Yan Jin, just to see if he could make Yan Jin feel guilty. If Yan Jin feels guilty, it means that Yan Jin's murderous intentions towards him are not serious enough to be irretrievable. If Yan Jin doesn't respond... …

Then he should prepare himself as soon as possible to hide far away.

——However, I didn't expect the effect to be pretty good?

He thought that Yan Jin would only be silent and honest for a while as before, but he didn't expect to apologize directly this time?

Shen Zhixian suddenly felt a sense of gratification that all hardships are rewarded, and he consciously regained control of Yan Jin, and even eagerly tried to spit two mouthfuls of blood to scare Yan Jin, to see if he would rush up in panic and shout "Mr. I respect you not to die."

...the idea is beautiful, but it is not easy to implement.

Because Shen Zhixian is very sleepy, tired, tired, and uncomfortable right now, he just wants to close his eyes and go to sleep immediately, and deal with the rebels mentally if he has nothing to do, so he can only endure the pain and temporarily give up this little evil.

With a tired face, he sighed drowsily, patted Yan Jin's hand on the side of the couch, and said helplessly, "It's okay, go and rest."

"Master..."

The more tolerant Shen Zhixian behaved, the deeper the guilt in Yan Jin's heart, layers upon layers rolled into his heart like waves, making him uncomfortable and at a loss for what to do.

The back of his hand was patted twice, and the cold touch reminded him of that night in the first sleepy trial mountain, when Shen Zhixian's hand was pressed against his chest, and the whole person leaned against his arms, falling into a deep sleep and defenseless.

Master trusts him to take care of him, loves him, treats him so well...

But he failed Master's trust, even took advantage of Master's trust, and in turn hurt Master severely.

Shen Zhixian couldn't resist the drowsiness anymore, closed his eyes and passed out, Yan Jin got up and hugged him, laid him flat on the couch, tucked the quilt for him, stood by the couch again, stared deeply for a long while, and finally calmed down. He left the house without a sound.

As soon as he left the house, the little grass bud that had been waiting outside for a long time flew over immediately, seeming to be very worried, and flew to Yan Jin's shoulder, chirping and chirping.

Before, Yan Jin was afraid that it would be too noisy, so she made a fuss with Shen Zhixian, and didn't let him enter the house, only let him go outside to play by himself.

The little grass sprout also knew the seriousness of the matter, but it couldn't control its lively nature, so it could only be aggrieved and chirped outside by itself, hoping that Shen Zhixian would wake up soon.

After finally waiting for Yan Jin to come out, it immediately leaned over excitedly, looked at Yan Jin's expression, and tried to guess Shen Zhixian's situation in the room through Yan Jin's reaction.

With a calm expression, Yan Jin walked out step by step, without the panic of rushing back a few days ago, and seemed to have returned to her usual calm state.

Little Grass Sprout thought it was all right, and was about to pat the leaves and cheer a few times, but Yan Jin took a few steps, and suddenly covered her chest and let out a muffled groan.

A mouthful of black blood spit out.

Yan Jin stared deeply at the black blood on the ground, her eyes were deep and deep, without any emotion.

There was a voice in his mind screaming frantically, his hands clenched tightly into fists, and he was enduring something with all his might, with so much strength, the veins on the back of his hands were faintly protruding.

Suddenly, he took a deep breath, and pulled out his long sword with his backhand - these days he was guarding Shen Zhixian, and the long sword that he never left his body was thrown into the corner, and he picked it up just before going out.

Lingling's sword light was cold and ruthless, splitting a stone table bridge made of white jade not far away in two.

When the stone table suddenly fell on both sides, Yan Jin gasped for breath, put her long sword on the ground, and knelt down heavily on one knee.

Another mouthful of black blood was sprayed on the blade, falling drop by drop.

The little grass sprout was stunned.