It's Not Easy Being a Master

For a moment, the world was silent, the hustle and bustle around receded like a tide, and the flow of people coming and going was blurred like phantoms. It seemed that only Yan Jin was real.

Only his voice, Master, can really be heard.

Shen Zhixian thought in a trance, what about his vest, he wore it on his body, it was such a big vest, if he wanted to pick it off, he would pick it off, he didn't want to lose face!

Countless thoughts swirled wildly in his mind, until there was only one sentence left in the end.

Why not show Yan Jin an amnesia on the spot.

After seeing each other for a long time, Shen Zhixian will not be able to return to the role of Master Yan Jin for a while. He calmly broke Yan Jin's hand that was clasping his wrist, and slipped the folding fan into Yan Jin's hand, taking a deep breath , sincerely said: "Actually, I..."

——The sudden change.

No one noticed, or no one cared, the secret realm was suspended motionless, but the white mist that spread from it was floating around, strands of it, one of which wrapped around Shen Zhixian's ankle silently, and then Following his clothes, he quickly climbed up.

Before Shen Zhixian's "I" fell, he felt a chill all over his body, and the white mist suddenly spread into a large area, engulfing him in it!

This happened in an instant, Yan Jin's expression changed, and he immediately stretched out his hand to catch the person, but he found nothing, couldn't touch anything, the fog seemed to be conscious, hiding from Yan Jin's hand, and quickly float away.

Yan Jin drew his sword with his backhand. He was afraid that Shen Zhixian was still in the fog, so he didn't dare to smash the fog directly, so he could only strike in front of the fog with his sword, blocking its path for the time being.

A deep sword mark was cut on the ground, and it exuded a cold sword intent, which frightened the fog group to stay in place, and it froze into a ball. After a while, it slammed and scattered in all directions, turning into countless Wisps of mist drifted away quickly.

Shen Zhixian, like those who were sent into the secret realm before, completely disappeared before everyone's eyes.

The two of them, the master and the apprentice, were originally standing far away from the secret realm. This movement immediately attracted the attention of the public.

Some people are terrified because they don’t know what the fog is, and avoid it. Some people just want to enter the secret realm, and when they see the fog floating towards them, they are not afraid to go back, and want the fog to swallow them, but the fog is picky. Very quickly, avoiding those approaching immortal cultivators in distaste, melted into the secret realm like a loach.

Yan Jin frowned, and strode towards the place where everyone tried to enter the secret realm before. There was also a cloud of mist there, quietly waiting for the next immortal cultivator. However, after sensing Yan Jin's breath, it seemed to be Suddenly frightened, he immediately surged up in panic, like the fog that engulfed Shen Zhixian before, and was about to float back into the secret realm in a hurry.

The sword light was cold, Yan Jin looked stern, raised the sword and dropped it mercilessly, several sword lights trapped the mist in place, and even peeled off a small cloud of mist like a carrot.

"Where are people?" Yan Jin raised his sword and tapped the ground, his voice was so cold that it could freeze people out of ice.

The mist ball pretended to be stupid and froze.

Yan Jin was worried about Shen Zhixian's safety, so she didn't want to say another word, lowered her eyelashes, and raised her sword again.

His sword master is Shen Zhixian, and Shen Zhixian's sword moves have always been wanton, unrestrained, bright and aboveboard, but Yan Jin's current move caused a sudden gust of wind, and the cold and cruel sword intent made everyone present chill for no reason. Trembling, it seemed to sink into the boundless darkness for a moment.

Not far away in the forest, on a certain sturdy tree, the dense leaves suddenly rustled, and a moment later, a bald head emerged from the green leaves.

"Ah, what's happening..."

He squinted a pair of muddy eyes, and looked hard towards the direction of the secret realm. He had committed a lot of crimes in the early years, his eyes were not very good, and they were far away, and he couldn't see clearly what was going on, only vaguely felt something familiar feeling.

What is it?

The bald monk swallowed the food in his mouth, stretched out his hand holding the big steamed bun from between the green leaves, brought it to his mouth and took a bite, he didn't care if he bit into half of the green leaf, he chewed vigorously, squinting his eyes and thinking hard.

Probably because he lived for a long time, his brain was rusted, he thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of anything, but he felt that there was something wrong with his mouth.

Bah bah bah spit out the residual leaves, he looked down at the big steamed bun in his hand, and immediately exclaimed: "Where is my barbecue! Where is my barbecue!"

He looked around nervously, and then retracted his head behind the green leaves to search, finally found his half piece of barbecue on a protruding tree branch next to him.

The roast meat was as thin as a leaf, barely half a mouthful.The bald monk pinched it with two fingers very cherishingly, sandwiched it in the big steamed bun, took a big bite, chewed a few times, his face was so intoxicated, he forgot the strange movement, and retracted into the green leaf again.

He stopped paying attention to the strange movement, but the situation at the other end of the secret realm was not very good.

Amid the whistling wind, there seemed to be a bit of a weird sound, gloomy and eerie. If one had to describe it, it would probably sound like a devil crying, making people feel horrified.

Taking advantage of Yan Jin's inattention, the thick fog had already slipped away, and the secret realm seemed to feel a great threat, trembling violently, before his sword move could completely strike, the closed gate of the mansion suddenly opened!

In an instant, countless auras swarmed out, rushing towards the face, and many people couldn't bear the impact. They backed up a few steps, their faces turned ashen, and blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths.

Yan Jin didn't withdraw the sword just because the door of the mansion in the secret realm was opened, but the fierce sword light was wrapped in an almost substantive spiritual energy, and soon disappeared into nothingness.

The gate of the mansion was still open, and it was so foggy that it was impossible to see anything clearly. Those who had reacted struggled to get up, and even scrambled to go inside, but the cold fog blocked him, making it difficult for him to move. forward.

Yan Jin had no intention of paying attention to others, he clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, his expression turned cold, and he strode into the secret realm with big strides.

After Yan Jin's slender figure completely disappeared into the mist, the gate of the mansion was slowly closed again, cutting off countless envious eyes and many whispers.

In the secret realm, it was still a vast expanse of whiteness, with dense fog everywhere.

As soon as Yan Jin raised the sword, the dense fog immediately became terribly thick, and quickly retreated to both sides, and after a while, a road was exposed.

I don't know where this road leads to. Yan Jin lowered her eyes and strode forward without hesitation. While activating the contract in her body, she released her spiritual consciousness and paid close attention to the surrounding environment.

But this time, no matter how he pushed it, the contract seemed to be non-existent, and there was no movement at all, and the divine consciousness released could still not be able to see the situation behind the thick fog.

There was silence all around, and he didn't know how far he had gone. He suddenly heard a sound, fluttering, and he didn't know where it came from. He could only vaguely hear two people talking.

A slightly old voice said: "He should belong to the vast sea, free and easy, but you are so obsessed with him that you can't trap him, it's just a waste of sadness, why bother..."

What responded to him was a young man's cold and determined voice: "Even if I fold his fishtail and lock his hands, I will trap him to death by my side."

"Extreme nonsense!"

The young man was unmoved, his voice lowered, and he murmured foolishly: "I would like to build three thousand illusions for him, the boundless vast sea, the sound of waves and wind, the setting sun and bright moon, thin clouds and stars... the same is true." Nothing is missing, just a little, and I will never let him leave again."

"Persistence!" The old voice was angry and helpless, angrily angrily said, "An illusion is an illusion after all, how can you take it seriously! You are in a state of mind!"

The last four words obviously touched the most furious emotion in the young man's heart. He became ruthless, with a hint of insidiousness and despair in his words: "So what if I became a demon, everyone who hurt me has died, only my love, I can't ask for more..."

"...you can't get what you want, you can't get what you want." The young man repeated this sentence over and over again, his voice was hoarse, "Obsessed, I will be enchanted, I should have been enchanted long ago!"

The surrounding white mist suddenly rolled violently, and a cold and strong energy disturbed them so much that they couldn't be at peace. Yan Jin keenly grasped the source of the turmoil, fixed his eyes, and immediately raised his hand and swung his sword in the next moment!

The white mist overflowed in a hurry, and those who avoided it were smashed to pieces by his sword energy, but in an instant, the source of those voices appeared in front of Yan Jin.

——It was a panacea the size of half a fist, clear crimson like a jade bead.

There were multiple shadows in the spirit pill, and Yan Jin stared intently, as if he saw countless figures and scenes, intertwined and intertwined, and he couldn't see clearly, only the sound of enchanted roars lingering in his ears.

His eyes were reddened by the spirit pill, and the voice hidden in his heart that hadn't appeared for a long time suddenly became active again, yelling in harmony with the young man's roar.

Strands of black air floated down from the panacea silently, like a gangrene attached to the bone, entwined on Yan Jin's body and refused to leave, turning those scars that seemed to be healed on the surface ruthlessly He poked it open.

Countless times of bullying, abuse and torture, countless times of ups and downs, all kinds of memories have been rolled out, some from the previous life, some from this life, some familiar and some unfamiliar, intertwined and difficult to distinguish.

Yan Jin sensed that something was wrong, raised his sword and wanted to shatter this strange panacea, but the mist with faint black air wrapped around his body and around his wrists, and the aura so thick that it was almost substantive oppressed him. Yes, it made him unable to raise his hands.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword became tighter and tighter, with such strength that blue veins emerged, Yan Jin clenched her teeth, fighting against those voices.

It's fake, it's all fake...Among various scenes, Yan Jin struggled to maintain the last sliver of clarity, telling herself over and over again that those old things in the previous life have passed away, and what is happening now is real.

Master said, cherish the moment, don't let the innocent...

Don't let the innocence... Master... See you every year...

There was scarlet in front of his eyes, and the sword tip stained with blood and shattered spiritual energy from the previous life lingered in his mind repeatedly, unable to get rid of it. In a daze, Yan Jin felt that he was lifted up, bumped for a while, and then thrown away without knowing it where.

"Let's just throw it away, he's a useless person anyway."

"Okay, let's go, go back and return to life..."

The two strange voices gradually drifted away, and Yan Jin's heart trembled—when was this memory?

This is, after the spiritual root was cut off in the previous life? !

He seemed to realize something, and traced it back with difficulty in the chaos, but it was just a fragment, and he couldn't catch anything. Instead, he lost his mind for a moment and was almost overturned by those strange voices.

No!

The master doesn't know where he is, and his safety is uncertain. He still wants to find the master, so he must not leave here!

Yan Jin raised the sword with difficulty, grasped the blade with one hand, and slashed lightly, blood flowed out immediately, the pain made him barely resist the erosion of the strange voice.

Shen Zhixian's voice broke through countless noises, and sounded in his mind, soft and gentle: "... I gave you a sword as a teacher, not to coax you. Whoever wants to bully you, just draw the sword."

Just draw the sword!

Yan Jin gritted her teeth, and before the last sliver of clarity was about to be subverted, she suddenly raised her sword——

This time it was Shen Zhixian's swordsmanship, the breeze and the moon, the sword light and the sword's will, the sword was wanton, and the breeze was blown away, blowing away all the gloomy and cold smog in an instant.

All kinds of sounds stopped abruptly, and the last ray of sword energy landed on the clear scarlet elixir. It shook silently, and then shattered into fine powder.

Panting heavily, Yan Jin half-knelt on one knee with her sword propped up, and half-closed her eyes, trying to calm down the turmoil in her heart.

Everything happened so suddenly just now, and all kinds of messy messages were too shocking. He hadn't recovered for a moment, and he didn't hear, in the depths of his spiritual knowledge sea, there was a slight to almost inaudible creaking sound. , an invisible barrier suddenly cracked a thin crack.

Wisps of black air drilled out from the thin cracks, and silently merged into the vast ocean of spiritual energy, blending with those pure spiritual powers.

If Yan Jin looked inside with his spiritual sense at this time, he would be able to see that what was exposed behind the thin slit was a bit of clear red.

It is almost the same color as the panacea that I saw just now—or, in other words, it is more translucent and redder.

……

But on Shen Zhixian's side, he was caught off guard by the white mist and swallowed into the secret realm. Worried about danger, he immediately took out the storage bag he brought out from Qing Yunzong.

Because of the sealing of his spiritual power, he purposely brought out many simple and easy-to-use instruments. As long as he was not in danger of destroying the world, it would not be a problem to save his life.

Fortunately, the white mist didn't seem to have any malice towards him. After rolling him to the ground, it drifted around and merged with the large white mist, ignoring him.

The surroundings were quiet, there was no sound at all, the white mist was too thick, he had no spiritual power, and he couldn't use his spiritual sense to detect the surroundings, so he could only hold the magic weapon to save his life, and walked forward step by step cautiously and defensively.

The road under his feet stretched infinitely, as if it had no end. Shen Zhixian had walked for a long time, not to mention people, he couldn't even see a living thing, but there were some sounds that drifted into his ears.

It is the sound of the sea wind rolling up the waves, crashing, one after another, coming from a distance, going round and round, never stopping.

Shen Zhixian listened intently, amidst the sound of the waves, he could vaguely hear...

Melodious and clear singing.

The singing was too far away, blown intermittently by the sea breeze, only a few words reached Shen Zhixian's ears, Shen Zhixian... didn't understand.

This is a mysterious and ancient language with a leisurely charm. Shen Zhixian suddenly thought of the Merman, his heart moved, and he took a few steps forward.

A large cloud of fog in front of him suddenly seemed to have encountered something terrible, and suddenly scattered in all directions, revealing an open road ahead. A slender figure stood in front of him with a sword in his hand, his back was very familiar.

Shen Zhixian's eyes lit up, meeting an acquaintance in an unknown environment is still a joyful thing, even though this acquaintance just tore off his vest.

He raised his voice to call "A Jin", and moved to prepare to go over. Yan Jin in front of him heard his call and turned around slowly.

Shen Zhixian's footsteps suddenly stopped.

The grim-looking young man was still the same as he was familiar with, but he saw...

A pair of cold red eyes.

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