It's Not Easy Being a Master

After the sword test event was over, Shen Zhixian retreated again on the grounds that he had a heart attack and needed to recuperate his body, but no one was seen.

The disciples who were sent by Song Ming to ask Yan Shen what to do were about to kneel down. In the past few days, they have come to Wufeng to beg Shen Zhixian countless times, but they were rejected every time, and the replies they received were all the same—follow the suzerain As for the disposal, Wufeng had no other words.

The little disciple didn't even want to break in directly - of course, he could only think about it, Yan Jin was standing at the door with a sword in his arms!

Although Senior Brother Yan seemed expressionless, those young disciples clearly felt a murderous aura.

A murderous look of "If you don't see it, you don't see it, then ask all to fight".

The little disciples were so frightened that they all ran away.

Yan Jin's murderous intent was not without reason. The other young disciples didn't know the truth and thought that Shen Zhixian was really in seclusion. Only Yan Jin knew that Shen Zhixian was just avoiding seeing him.

On the seventh day when Shen Zhixian stayed behind closed doors, Yan Jin finally knelt at the door and called "Master" hoarsely.

There is still no response inside.

Yan Jin was silent for a long time, kowtowed three times earnestly, and said in a low voice, "Master, this disciple is gone."

He still didn't dare to force Shen Zhixian. Shen Zhixian didn't want to see him, so he just left. After a while, the master's anger disappeared...

Yan Jin stood up, too many things happened during this period, maybe he really should leave for a while to calm down... Master, see you next year.

He chewed these two words, and walked back distractedly, his steps were not as smooth as usual, and his reaction was not as sharp as usual, he didn't even notice that the window that had been closed for many days was quietly opened to reveal a piece of greenery .

After Yan Jin's figure completely disappeared, the window was quietly closed again. Not long after, the door was pushed open with a creak, and a young man in white came out.

He has a handsome appearance, a pair of clear and clear eyes, and when he leisurely shakes the folding fan, he has a faint bookishness—the kind of bookishness that can dance with a sword and write with a pen.

Expensive and reckless, as if they were two contradictory words, when used to describe him, there was no sense of disobedience.

He walked out like a leisurely stroll, took a deep breath, and a relaxed and comfortable smile appeared on his lips: "... If you don't leave, you will almost be suffocated in the house."

The door was ajar, and one could see Shen Zhixian sitting upright at the table in the room, pouring tea with his hands up, with a calm posture.

The young man in white folded his fan and knocked on the door. Shen Zhixian who was in the room was startled by the sound of dudu. He put down the tea cup and turned his head to look over.

"Elder Shen, I will trouble you during this period of time!" The young man in white bowed casually, and the people in the room raised their hands in return with a gentle expression. When they raised their hands, their sleeves flicked, and there was a faint fragrance of coldness.

The young man in white looked carefully at the people in the room for a while, finally he felt relieved, brushed off his sleeves, and turned to leave very coolly.

……

But on this side, Yan Jin went down the mountain in silence, turned around and looked at the mountain peak where she had lived for several years, feeling at a loss.

Although he had been planning to leave, when the day really came, he was at a loss.

For a moment, I didn't know what to do.

Except for Shen Zhixian, Yan Jin left this time without telling anyone else, so there was no one to see her off.

He came here alone a few years ago, and now he is leaving alone, with nothing on his body except a sword, two sets of clothes, and a few spirit stones.

Standing silently for a moment, Yan Jin bent down to pick up a dead branch, threw it away, and followed the direction pointed by the tip of the branch.

Because he didn't have a specific direction, Yan Jin didn't buy a mount to facilitate his journey like other disciples who went out to practice - of course the biggest reason was that he was short of money.

In fact, Shen Zhixian had never treated him badly in terms of money. Apart from the monthly money that was routinely given to his senior disciples, Shen Zhixian would often allocate a lot of spiritual stones to him from his own small private treasury.

However, Yan Jin didn't use it much in the past few years, so she kept it there, and took it out a while ago, and bought a warm jade soft couch and a white jade table for Shen Zhixian.In the end, there were still a few spirit stones left, which were brought out by him.

I'm not willing to use it, it's a souvenir.

So the first thing Yan Jin did when she left her teacher's school to go out to practice was to work for three days at the home of an old man with a sprained foot in a small town at the foot of the mountain, and finally got paid a certain amount—copper coins A few strings, a few pieces of silver.

The old man lives alone, and his family is rich and not short of money. Although Yan Jin is taciturn, his hard work makes the old man admire him very much. The old man even wanted to introduce his granddaughter to him, but he was quite regretful when he was rejected. The land gave him a lot of silver as a reward.

Yan Jin thanked her earnestly, took only a little, and left.

Yan Jin, the eldest disciple of the Qingyun Sect who cannot be moved by poverty, worked all the way, and the journey was extremely slow. When he came to another small town not far from the Qingyun Sect, he finally had a little money to live in luxury. the inn.

He randomly chose a small inn to live in, but there was another accident when he paid the money—a group of more than a dozen people hurried in, and they came before they could hear: "Boss, boss! Are there any vacancies! Six rooms are required! "

The innkeeper had just handed the receipt to Yan Jin, and was very embarrassed when he heard the words: "There are five rooms left..."

The group of people suddenly became depressed. A younger boy rubbed his head in annoyance, messed up his hair, and muttered, "Ah, it's gone..."

He happened to see the paper in Yan Jin's hand in the blink of an eye, and saw the long sword on Yan Jin's waist. He guessed that he was a sword repairman, his eyes lit up, and he immediately moved over, looking at him eagerly: "This fellow Taoist, Are you willing to give up this room to us? We are colleagues and don’t want to be separated...There is an inn ahead that has three superior rooms left, if fellow Daoists are willing to change, we are willing to bear your accommodation expenses.”

The young men in this group don't seem to be very old. The young man who spoke was only fifteen or sixteen years old. disciples.

Yan Jin was silent for a moment, and she didn't know what to think of, so she left the room she had just settled in silently.

The young boy was overjoyed, he took out the purse and wanted to give him money, but he waved his hand and refused, turned around and left the inn, and walked to the other side.

He originally wanted to find another ordinary inn to live in, but in the end, the cheap inns were full of people, leaving only the inn that the young boy said before had three upper-class rooms left.

Yan Jin had no choice but to go there, and used up half of the money at once.

He didn't care about money, anyway, he didn't suffer any hardships back then.To save trouble, he decided to have dinner at the inn.After resting in the room for a while, he put down the small flat bundle and went downstairs with only the sword.

It's meal time, and the downstairs is very lively. The boss is said to be a story-loving person, and he invites a storyteller to tell stories every day.

Today the storyteller didn't know what story he told, which made a listener more serious and had a good time discussing with him.

"Old man, what are you talking about in public?" This was said by a man in white, with his back to Yan Jin, sitting lazily next to the storyteller, and his movements seemed to be leisurely. Shaking the folding fan calmly.

The storyteller is an old man with a long beard and a grumpy temper: "What's the matter with the old man talking about a book? The street is full of those two's books, and the old man loves to talk about the two of them. What's the matter?"

The action of the man in white shaking his fan paused, and he sat up slightly, as if he was a little surprised: "The street is full of those two books? What kind of books are they?"

The old storyteller probably really liked "those two". Hearing the words, he snorted heavily, and pulled out a thick stack of books from under the table as if by magic, put them on the table, and pressed the books cherishingly. corner, and then said angrily, "Look for yourself."

The man in white casually picked up the book and read it. He didn't think so at first, but the more he looked at him, the straighter his back became, and then his face became numb. After changing a few copies, he finally threw the book angrily: "Who wrote the damn thing!"

With this fall, the covers of several books were exposed, and the spectators around read out the titles of the books: "Those things about me and Master? The days when I lived with Master? Gentle Master and Xiaojiao disciple? ..."

He let out a short "ah" and became excited: "Isn't this a series of storybooks written by Qingyun Baixiaosheng? It's super beautiful. I didn't rush for the latest volume that came out last month!"

This Qingyun Baixiaosheng is quite well-known, and those present who love to listen to stories and gossip, all know him out of ten.

"Hey, I know too! The one about the master and the apprentice... Oh, it's really well written!"

"That's right, what kind of beautiful master-student relationship is this--then what, did the master sleep his apprentice?"

"Maybe maybe maybe it doesn't seem to be there yet. As I said last time, the master was admiring the moon, and a pot of sake fell down. He got a little drunk, half-closed his eyes and called the apprentice..."

"...Ah! Call me apprentice! Is this a drunken mess?"

"And then, what happened afterwards?"

The old storyteller Xingmu clapped his hands and wanted to continue talking.

——Pay off Yun Baixiaosheng!

I'm afraid that others don't know who the prototype is!

Which ignorant little disciple writes nonsense here, and he will catch him and beat him up later!

The man in white - Shen Zhixian crunched the folding fan, and listened to their heated discussion with a sullen face.

He roughly flipped through the few story books just now, and because of the name "Qingyun", he immediately recognized that the prototypes of the two protagonists were him and Yan Jin - several small things in there were all about him and Yan Jin. What happened to Jin is not bad at all.

However, it is different from his imaginary promotion of a harmonious master-student to create a better future, how does this Laoshizi storybook write...

So angry?

Although Qing Yun Bai Xiaosheng didn't write it clearly, based on Shen Zhixian's experience in reading novels for many years, one can see at a glance that there are some subtle and unreasonable emotions between the master and the apprentice in his writing.

Even the master and apprentice can write a lingering look at a sword for thousands of years. The little apprentice gave the master a bowl of medicine, and the bowl seemed to be drinking a cup of wine with deep affection and no regrets.

Shen Zhixian: "???"

—he was going back at once without delay!To clear the portal!Catch this little disciple who is obsessed with messing around!He must be assigned to grow melons in the melon fields!

The storyteller talked about the rise, his beard trembled, and he said ups and downs: "...the apprentice was reading a book in the room, and when he heard the master call him, he left the book and walked out, and saw the blush on his cheeks at a glance. , the drunken-eyed Shizun..."

More and more outrageous.

Shen Zhixian cleared his throat with a light cough, replaced Xingmu with a folding fan, and knocked on the table, "Mr., can't you talk about something positive and optimistic?"

Being interrupted again, the storyteller's beard was trembling with anger this time, he grabbed Xingmu with one hand and made a gesture to throw him, and said angrily, "You young man, why do you talk so much? You can tell me!"

Shen Zhixian leaned back slightly to avoid it, and corrected him with a smile: "These nonsense words are not correct in the book, the master and the apprentice are good, there are so many weird things, you should publicize the simple and honest teacher and apprentice between the master and the apprentice." Apprentice love, encourage everyone to respect the way of teachers and love apprentices, only with one mind can masters and apprentices create a bright future for the cultivation world..."

The boss next to me heard that the book was in full swing, but was interrupted several times, and the boss who couldn't restrain his black face finally couldn't take it anymore, he darkened his face, and began to slap the table: "Who are you?" ? This book has nothing to do with you, why do you talk so much?"

Shen Zhixian coughed lightly again, suppressed the smile on his face, and said sternly: "No one is worth mentioning, but unfortunately, the little apprentice in your storybook is a distant cousin of mine. I really can't see him being misunderstood in this way..."

Everyone was taken aback by his serious expression, and for a moment they felt that what he said seemed to be true, or that the old man lived a long time and read more. They were stunned for a moment, then came back to their senses, and asked him with a frown: "What is your last name, what proof do you have?"

Shen Zhixian shook open the folding fan, stood up and took two steps, with an unrestrained and unrestrained expression: "The old nest is home to Liang Shangyan, and we will meet each other every year—I will see you every year, the name is Xian, and the name is Jianghu Xianxiansheng .Look at your discussion, you all know who the master and apprentice are in the storybook. You can go to Qingyunzong to find that little apprentice to verify and see if he recognizes me as my cousin."

——Yan Jin has gone somewhere for a long time, it's strange that they can find someone.

Shen Zhixian thought about it leisurely, and watched with satisfaction the contemplative expressions of the people around him. Just as a smile appeared on his lips, he heard a bang, the sound of the teacup falling into pieces.

Who did you scare like this?

Shen Zhixian turned his head to look, but as soon as he turned his head, he felt his eyes darken, and a face that he thought would never appear here appeared in front of him.

My heart suddenly jumped up, this is probably the feeling of being caught gossiping behind someone's back.Shen Zhixian took a step back subconsciously, but in the next moment, someone grabbed his wrist tightly, and the young man's tight voice sounded next to his ears: "—See you at the age of age?"

Sudden changes happened, and the surrounding audience were stunned. The scene fell silent for a while, and all kinds of surprised, curious, gossip, and lively spectators cast their eyes interlacedly.

Yan Jin pursed her lips, her eyes lingering on that strange face for a moment.Sensing that the man in white seemed to want to shake his hand and slip away, he held onto the slender wrist even more forcefully, refusing to let go, and dragged him upstairs without saying a word.

With a bang, the door was knocked open.

There was a bang and the door was shut.

Shen Zhixian slightly raised his hand, tried his best to struggle, but he didn't break free. Instead, the young man took advantage of the momentum and pushed him against the door panel. A pair of eyes as deep as black jade were fixed on him, unblinking.

The sound of slightly rapid breathing rang in his ears.

Behind him was a hard door panel, and in front of him was a young man approaching full of oppression and threat, his wrists were still tightly clasped, and he was pressed against the door panel so that he could not move.

Shen Zhixian frowned, suddenly feeling that something was wrong.