It's Not Easy Being a Master

Shen Zhixian has been very angry these days.

The white jade table he liked very much was split by some bastard—it was split in half, the crack was smooth and smooth, and it seemed to be killed by a sword, and he fell there, pitiful and helpless.

Shen Zhixian, who was so angry that his brain ached, analyzed it, and felt that if he had the courage to go up to the summit, he would dare to draw his sword...

Only his rebel Yan Jin.

Seeing his angry expression, Xiaocaoya probably thought it was amused. With a flick of the two blades, she pretended to be holding a sword, imitating Yan Jin's posture that day, slashed it, and then bent down again, receiving the sword. As if injured, it simulated the sound of spurting blood——"Pfft!"

Shen Zhixian was a little bit distracted by it, and turned the little grass sprout that was pretending to be lying on the ground, and said, "What are you doing?"

Seeing that she had successfully attracted Shen Zhixian's attention, Xiaocaoya immediately revived on the spot, and performed from the beginning with vigor - swish - puff - fell down -

Shen Zhixian understood what it meant, his expression froze slightly, his brows were slightly frowned, and he hesitated.

After Yan Jin hacked his white jade table, did he vomit blood?

what happened?Yan Jin was also injured?

Under deep thought, Shen Zhixian also forgot that what he was holding in his hand was the extremely bitter panacea water, and he poured it down without warning, his face suddenly changed, as if a pile driver was installed in his head, and he smashed it down one by one. There were stars in his eyes, a sudden pain in his head, and he forgot everything for a while.

At this moment, the door was knocked lightly, and Yan Jin called outside: "Master."

Shen Zhixian swallowed the last sip of the panacea with restraint, tried his best to calm himself down, and then deliberately lowered his voice: "Come in."

When Yan Jin came in, what he saw was his recently frail master, sitting loosely on the soft couch, with a thin quilt on his knees, holding a scroll in his hand, and looking over faintly.

"A Jin can't even get used to the white jade table that is her teacher, so she can't be happy until she chops it?"

Yan Jin was stunned for a moment before he realized it. He pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Disciple, let's go now..."

He spoke too softly for the second half of the sentence, Shen Zhixian couldn't hear it clearly, and when he wanted to ask, he had already put Shen Zhixian's usual favorite fruit over in silence, and left silently.

Shen Zhixian flipped the scroll upside down on the couch, looked at the plate of fruit, and frowned as he thought about the second half of the sentence he didn't hear clearly.

Then he soon found out that Yan Jin's going was to find a way to make up for him.

Yan Jin moved quickly, but within a few days, a brand new white jade stone table reappeared in the yard. In addition to the stone table, Yan Jin also brought back a warm jade soft couch, next to the stone table, under the big tree , so that Shen Zhixian can rest and drink tea.

Shen Zhixian quietly summoned Wufeng's financial manager, and after asking, he found out that these Yan Jin had exchanged all the spirit stones he had saved for the past few years—in addition to monthly money, Shen Zhixian would also allocate a lot of pocket money to Yan Jin , Yan Jin actually didn't use much, and kept all of them, so I'll get them back in exchange at this moment.

Although the quality is not the best, it is already the best thing Yan Jin can get.

When Shen Zhixian knew about this, he sighed leisurely, why bother, then lay down on the soft couch with peace of mind, rolled up the small quilt, and fell asleep in the warm sun.

... I have to say that Yan Jin is usually silent, but she has a clear understanding of his preferences, and the arrangement of these things is very suitable for him.

In the afternoon of this day, the sun is warm and warm, and it is a good time to sleep under a blanket.

The Fourth Elder repeatedly urged him not to work any longer, but to rest in peace, Shen Zhixian had no choice but to say that he was going to retreat.

In fact, Shen Zhixian is now lazily being a salted fish every day—his latest favorite is the warm jade couch that Yan Jin paid special tribute to. He just held the scroll in his hand, pulled the quilt, and fell asleep.

When he was in a hazy sleep, his hand loosened, and the scroll fell down. When it touched the ground, it was easily caught by another hand with well-defined knuckles, and it was carefully placed on the stone table.

Shen Zhixian was half asleep and half awake, but he also knew that it was Yan Jin who had come.It happened to be a little thirsty, so he ordered others without opening his eyes: "A Jin, water..."

Yan Jin obediently poured water for him, helped him sit up, and pressed the cup to his lips, Shen Zhixian took a sip unprepared, and suddenly woke up from the bitterness: "Water, don't want this. "

The traitor was unmoved: "The fourth elder said that he should drink this every day."

Shen Zhixian took a deep breath, wanted to throw the cup, thought about the recent sick and weak person, held back, raised his hand halfway, curled his fingers, and pushed Yan Jin's hand away wearily, pretending to be weak: " Then stop drinking."

Yan Jin didn't force him to drink, put down the cup, supported him to sit on the soft couch, hesitated for a moment, "Master, that day..."

--here we go again.

As soon as Shen Zhixian heard the beginning, Shen Zhixian immediately knew the following - Yan Jin wanted to know who the phantom he saw that day was, and what they said.

Speaking of which, with Yan Jin's indifferent temperament, why would she care so much about this matter this time, and she brought it up several times in the past few days, although Shen Zhixian calmly diverted the topic away every time.

It's not a big deal to tell Yan Jin that the phantom is the former suzerain, the main thing is what the phantom said...the amount of information is too much, he can't figure it out for a while, he really can't tell it, and he doesn't know if he and he are of the same mind Yan Jin listened.

According to Phantom, even if the original body suffered from heart disease, the former suzerain still valued the original body the most. Even supporting Song Ming as the suzerain was just a temporary measure. back.

But Song Ming...

Shen Zhixian drooped his eyelashes. Song Ming was [-]% unwilling. He never mentioned the token and the return of the suzerain to Shen Zhixian.

And according to his memory, the original body didn't even know that there was such an agreement between the former suzerain and Song Ming, and he didn't even know what the token was.

This is very strange, the former suzerain didn't say anything to the original body about such an important matter?

Besides, what makes Shen Zhixian even more weird is the change of the original body itself.

Since the onset of the illness that day, he has merged some memories.

From the intermittent memory fragments, Shen Zhixian knew that the original body actually had a nickname, which was the same as the Two-dimensional vest he wore before the book, called Sui Jian.However, this name seems to be used by the original body when he went out to practice. Few people in the sect know it, not even Song Ming.

——What a coincidence!

Shen Zhixian suppressed the eerie feeling in his heart and continued to meditate.

The original body was so startled, talented and energetic, why did he immediately become depressed after suffering from a heart disease and changed his personality? Not to mention his cultivation has plummeted, his temper has also become weird, and he is always unpredictable and unpredictable.

It's not that hope is completely lost. How did you grind a cheerful and upright young man like this all of a sudden?

Shen Zhixian was so absorbed in his thoughts that he was in a daze for a long time.

Yan Jin was anxious, worried that Shen Zhixian would not answer, and also afraid that the result he heard would not be what he wanted, and was extremely tormented for a while.

Fortunately, after Shen Zhixian finished thinking, he came back to his senses. Feeling Yan Jin's uneasiness, he pondered for a moment, and decided to reveal a little bit, which could be regarded as comforting Yan Jin: "Did you see that phantom?"

Yan Jin cheered up, and immediately replied: "I see, that's..."

"It's Sect Master Wen. The previous Sect Master of Song Ming."

This time Yan Jin was stunned for a moment before saying, "It's also...your master?"

Shen Zhixian nodded and said nothing more.

Yan Jin managed to get him to relax, and naturally asked immediately: "Sect Master Wen... What did he say to you? Did he... mention anyone?"

His expression changed to calm, a little hasty and urgent, his eyes were fixed on Shen Zhixian, without blinking.

His eyes were burning, and Shen Zhixian was suffocated for a moment. He almost said everything according to the other party's wishes, but he swallowed back the words in a jerk, raised his hand and touched his nose, as if nothing had happened: "Some gossip, nothing important."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Jin hurriedly interrupted, "No, definitely not." It was rare for him to have such a flustered expression, although he calmed down after a moment.

However, in the next moment, Yan Jin put one hand on Shen Zhixian's side, leaned her upper body slightly forward, and leaned over in a very oppressive posture. A pair of black pupils fixedly looked at Shen Zhixian, and her demeanor changed from the usual low-key and calm. It looks a little sharp and forced.

He asked firmly, "What did he say to Master?"

The two were already not far away, but Yan Jin bullied her forward again, and the distance between the two was suddenly shortened a lot. Shen Zhixian was forced by his sight to unconsciously want to step back, but on the soft couch, there was no There is nowhere to go back.

The strong and hot breath belonging to the young man enveloped him all at once, and Shen Zhixian even felt that the other's breath was sprayed onto his cheeks, hot and scalding.

At that moment, he suddenly realized clearly that his little apprentice had grown up.

Back then, the skinny young boy who was only as tall as his shoulders and was always bullied by fellow envoys had grown up unknowingly.

He has grown into a man who can make him feel threatened and dangerous just by getting close.

Shen Zhixian suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. This feeling was different from the palpitation when he had a heart attack. The palpitation before the heart attack would only make him feel pain and suffering, but now this feeling made him...

Shen Zhixian couldn't describe this feeling. It was the first time for a person whose composition was always used as a model essay since he was a child.

He raised his eyes and saw that Yan Jin was still looking at him for a moment, and immediately took out his trump card - frowning slightly, coughing lightly with his head sideways, as if he was out of breath.

As expected, Yan Jin liked him very much, and instantly restrained his aura a lot, and looked at Shen Zhixian nervously: "Master? What's wrong with you?"

Shen Zhixian took the opportunity to push him away, rubbed between his brows, and put on a tired expression, "I'm a little tired..."

So this topic was diverted once again, Yan Jin pursed her lips, not daring to ask any more questions, and forced herself to endure the anxiety in her heart, and wanted to help Shen Zhixian back to the house: "It's getting late, it's getting cold, master go back to the house stop."

Shen Zhixian was reluctant, the room was stuffy, he liked to blow the cool breeze outside.But he has been pretending too much in the past few days. He pretended to be extremely weak even though he was already well. This made Yan Jin, who didn't know the truth, very worried. Fearing that he would catch a cold, he insisted on helping him back home.

Shen Zhixian then closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, remained motionless, and ignored him.

Yan Jin stood beside the soft couch, silent for a moment, then suddenly bowed, put one hand through Shen Zhixian's leg, and the other wrapped his shoulders, and hugged him up!

Shen Zhixian was caught off guard by being picked up, subconsciously put his arms around Yan Jin's neck, opened his eyes suddenly, couldn't react for a while, and stared blankly at Yan Jin carrying him back to the house with brisk steps.

——Very well, I fell asleep outside these few days, and when I woke up, I always found that the mystery of going back to the house for no reason had been solved.

It was only a few steps away, but in the blink of an eye, Shen Zhixian fell on the soft bed.Probably because she was afraid that Shen Zhixian would blame him, Yan Jin quickly stuffed him into the bed, and immediately bowed respectfully and left.

Shen Zhixian, who was left in a daze for a long time before regaining consciousness and not knowing what to say, twisted the corner of the quilt for a long time before bursting into laughter.

He smiled and sighed helplessly.

……

Not long after Shen Zhixian stayed behind closed doors, the sword test meeting began.

The Sword Trial Conference has been held for two months, which is a good time for Qing Yunzong to recruit new disciples.In addition to the young disciples from the sect participating, there are also many outsiders who want to join Qing Yunzong who want to sign up.

Shen Zhixian has no interest in this, he has no shortage of apprentices, and he doesn't have the intention to teach any more apprentices, so he simply used retreat as an excuse not to participate, and only went to sit for a while symbolically in the last few days - this posture is also It's no different from Song Ming.

On the last day, the top three will be determined.

The top three may not only be accepted as disciples by the elders or even the suzerain, but they can also go to the Tibetan Sword Pavilion to choose a sword according to their own ability.

I can't be absent today, even Song Ming will be present today, if he can't excuse his excuses, it would be too disrespectful to Song Ming, let alone today...

Shen Zhixian sat on the high platform with a calm expression, watching the competition of the disciples below with indifference.

Yan Jin was right next to him, sitting slightly behind him, also watching silently.

It has been more than half a day since the battle, No.3 has already been settled, and the remaining two disciples are still fighting on the stage.

In order to distinguish, the clothes of the disciples inside the sect were darker, while the clothes of outsiders were lighter. Shen Zhixian could easily identify their identities, and raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a little interest.

The ones who gradually gained the upper hand were the ones in light-colored clothes.

There was even a dark horse.

After all, the disciples in the sect have been trained, how can they have an advantage during the trial, there are not many foreign disciples who can occupy the top three positions in previous years, but this year there is such a fierce one?

The disciples in the sect gradually fell to the bottom, but his opponent became more and more courageous, and finally won the leader without any surprise.

The sect disciple who won No. 2 was not discouraged even if he lost, he smiled and congratulated him, and then left the stage, leaving him standing alone on the stage to receive applause from all directions.

Next, it was supposed to be Song Ming or some elder who said a few words on the scene, and then began the disciple selection process that everyone loved to hear, but the young man who had just won the first place opened his mouth first, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.

"The disciple dared to worship Elder Shen as his teacher."

The noise around suddenly weakened, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the burly young man turned his head and looked at Shen Zhixian steadfastly.

Shen Zhixian's movement of drinking tea moved slightly, and he raised his eyes slightly.

The burly young man suddenly said this, and all kinds of eyes from all directions were cast on him in an instant.He calmly put down the cup in his hand, and the slight click was very clear in the silent field.

"Everyone in Qingyun knows that I'm already a useless person." He said calmly and calmly, completely ignoring the surprised and shocked eyes of the people around him, "You are fine, don't waste time under my door."

Shen Zhixian's mental illness was indeed known by many people, and it was indeed regretted by many people, but it was the first time for him to say it with his own words in such a large public....

For a time, people's minds were different.

The burly young man frowned, obviously unwilling to give up at this point: "I have admired Elder Shen for a long time, and I would like to worship Elder Shen as my teacher."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Zhixian clearly felt the momentum of Yan Jin beside him change. The originally calm and introverted person suddenly became fierce and harsh.

He was stunned for a moment, wondering what was wrong with Yan Jin, but in the current situation, it was not easy for him to ask Yan Jin, so he just flatly refused again.

Generally, after being repeatedly rejected twice, a sensible and sensible person should stop. After all, the more trouble goes on, the more he pushes other people who have the capital to take him as apprentices farther and farther away.

But the burly young man was persistent and determined to worship Shen Zhixian as his teacher.

Holding the long sword in his hand, he knelt down halfway. Shen Zhixian's eyebrows were lowered and he didn't speak. The scene was extremely embarrassing for a moment.

A young disciple who was closer to him saw that the situation was not good, and whispered: "Elder Shen has not accepted disciples for a long time, why don't you..."

This little disciple lived in the same room with him for a long time before, and he thought he was very close to him.Seeing Sect Master Song and other elders' complexions darken, the young disciple was a little worried, so he whispered a word of persuasion.

It was good that he didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, the burly young man suddenly exploded, and as soon as he raised his hand, the long sword was unsheathed, and he slammed it at the little disciple with his backhand!

The little disciple was unprepared for him, and the distance was so close that he had no time to react. With a bang, the long sword directly pierced his chest.The voice stopped abruptly, the little disciple opened his eyes wide, but couldn't make any sound, so he fell to the ground with a bang!

The long sword was so powerful that it passed through the little disciple and flew towards the others behind him.

A group of young disciples turned pale with fright, and immediately panicked and shoved each other.The little disciple in front died miserably, none of them thought of drawing their swords to block it, but it was the great elder who waved his sleeve with a livid face, blocked the momentum of the long sword with a burst of energy, and knocked it to the ground.

The Great Elder knocked down the long sword, and signaled to his personal disciples to go over and arrest him.

The burly young man was not afraid of being restrained, he sneered, his demeanor suddenly became gloomy and treacherous, hissing like a poisonous snake, his eyes looked around coldly, and sternly shouted: "Why can't I! Yan Jin This evil cultivator can do anything, but the No.1 that I played uprightly, why can't I!"

As soon as the word Moxiu came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Doubtful, unbelievable, dazed... all kinds of eyes focused on Yan Jin, even Song Ming and the other four elders looked over.

The third elder and the fourth elder looked at each other, and there was a trace of worry in each other's eyes.The third elder coughed lightly, and was the first to ask, "What's the matter—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a sudden change occurred again, a person suddenly stumbled in, knelt in the direction of Shen Zhixian, and shouted hoarsely: "Master, save me! Disciple Yan Shen! I want to sue Yan Jin !"

He described it in a state of distress, with tattered clothes, as if he had just returned from a fight—or the one he lost, with blood stains mottled on his exposed skin, he looked in a state of embarrassment, very miserable.

Yan Shen took a deep breath, and continued to yell out the second half of the sentence: "Yan Jin - he has long been possessed by a demon, and even had an affair with the demon cultivator, and let the demon cultivator in, trying to sabotage the sword test meeting!"