It's Not Easy Being a Master

Shen Zhixian closed his eyes, and Yan Jin was no longer afraid, took a light breath, a light red color appeared in the bottom of his eyes, and continuously transferred spiritual power to Shen Zhixian, soothing his veins that had not been nourished by spiritual power for a long time .

After Shen Zhixian regained his senses, he could restrain his hands from moving around, so Yan Jin let go of his hand a little, and put one of his hands in his palm to hold it.

Yan Jin's hand was too warm and moderately strong, which made Shen Zhixian feel safe, and he subconsciously held Yan Jin backhand, tightly, like a drowning man finally catching his life-saving driftwood.

Shen Zhixian's body was too weak, and Yan Jin was afraid that he would not be able to bear too much spiritual power at one time, so when Shen Zhixian almost returned to normal, he slowly withdrew his spiritual power, and his forehead was slightly separated from his forehead.

The distance was too close, and when Yan Jin lowered his eyes, he could clearly see Shen Zhixian's lips, which were slightly dry and pale due to the tossing.

Shen Zhixian was probably extremely tired, his eyes were still closed, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his breathing was a bit heavy.Yan Jin stared at him for a moment, and finally couldn't help it anymore, approached quietly, restrained and forbearingly pressed his lips lightly.

As soon as it is touched, it is as light as a breeze blowing over a delicate flower, so fast that it even makes people feel that it is just an illusion.

Shen Zhixian only felt that his lips were touched by something warm quickly. At this moment, his mind was in a mess, and he didn't think about it. Feeling that Yan Jin had distanced himself from him, he opened his eyes wearily. Eye.

I was so exhausted that I had no strength at all, and I couldn't sit still.Yan Jin embraced him, and he put his head on Yan Jin's shoulder, breathing slowly and evenly.

After a while, he finally came back to his senses and had the strength to think about this weird secret realm and everything.

This secret place...

No one has ever seen it, and no one has ever been in it.There are rumors from the outside world that this is a mysterious new secret realm, which has never been opened.But……

"When we chatted with the gray-robed man that day, he didn't know anything about the situation in Xincheng—he wasn't the one who entered the secret realm this time. Most of the other people who knew him well weren't either." Shen Zhixian closed his eyes, bit by bit. , "Since someone has come in a long time ago, why is it rumored that this secret realm is the first time it has been opened for the first time..."

Such a big secret realm, if someone has entered or exited it, it must be impossible to hide the news, unless...he didn't continue, but Yan Jin immediately understood what he meant, and said in a deep voice: "Unless no one who entered the secret realm came out. "

If they didn't go out, they couldn't spread the news of the existence of this secret realm.The last opening of the secret realm may have been relatively secretive. Few people knew about it. Those who were lucky enough to enter the secret realm did not go out. It is no wonder that the outside world is at a loss about it.

So why don't these people go out?

Is it because I don't want to go out, or... can't go out at all?

There was a bit of pain in the throat, Shen Zhixian coughed lightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "I have sealed the spiritual power, so I can't see it, look at the people you have met these days, how is the state?"

Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Yan Jin fed him some water, and saw that he shook his head to signal that he would stop, and then said: "The realm is low, and the spiritual power is meager."

This is another oddity.

Logically speaking, except for the unexplained accident of Shen Zhixian, other people who can enter the secret realm should have a certain realm and cultivation. Advancing and retreating, the cultivation of the realm has fallen to such a point?

Shen Zhixian thought of the man in the gray robe, and murmured: "Everyone I saw that day couldn't see me...but the man in the gray robe I saw today could see me, and even persuaded me to eat that so-called Spirit fruit..."

A creepy conjecture came to mind, and Shen Zhixian felt cold sweat on his palms.

He paused for a moment in a daze, raised his head slightly, looked at Yan Jin, and said softly: "I think these people are no longer human. Maybe they don't go out because they said they don't want to go out. It's that they can't get out at all..."

These people should be long dead, that's why they can't get out - their flesh and blood bodies have long been turned into bones, leaving only an extremely weak soul, how can they get out!

Yan Jin's hand holding Shen Zhixian's was suddenly tightened, and Shen Zhixian was strangled, only to realize that he was nestled in Yan Jin's arms, his posture was not very dignified or elegant... He moved a little, trying to sit upright by himself , but the feeling of weakness and tiredness piercing through his bones made him dispel this idea again.

Shen Zhixian quietly looked at Yan Jin's expression, seeing that he didn't seem to care too much, and with a tired mind, he quietly leaned back again, and continued to ponder as if nothing had happened: "It is said that most of them are just like me. The ones brought in, when they came in, they should still be normal living people..."

It's just that after a long time, they were gradually sucked out of their spiritual power and vitality by this secret realm, their flesh and blood rotted and turned into dust, ghosts were trapped here, like walking corpses, repeating the so-called "secret realm experience" day and night .

"The reason why they can't see the living is because only the same dead souls can see each other..." Shen Zhixian felt that he had vaguely touched the tail of the truth, and said after deliberation, "The higher the cultivation level, the slower the death , in the eyes of those who died long ago with low cultivation, the slower they 'appear'."

This guess is horribly absurd, but it is undeniable that this may be the closest guess to the truth.

Yan Jin didn't notice anything when he had spiritual protection, but Shen Zhixian who had no spiritual power was obviously affected. If Yan Jin hadn't passed on some spiritual power for him just now to calm his mind, he couldn't help eating today Hei Qi, I'm afraid he will lose half of his life here.

"Those black qi..." Shen Zhixian asked slowly, "Is it demonic qi?"

Yan Jin was silent for a moment, then replied in a low voice, "They... should be demon cultivators."

Shen Zhixian frowned.

This was a bit beyond his expectation. The gray-robed man used black energy when he killed the deer that day. He thought it was because the black-robed man ate too much food with demonic energy in the secret realm, but it turned out that it was because... Were they originally demon cultivators?

Over the years, the immortal cultivators have devoted themselves to combating the evil way. The demon cultivators are almost extinct, and they have disappeared for a long time. There will be so many demon cultivators here, it should be a long time ago... At least the immortal cultivators and the demon cultivators can still live in peace when.

What are so many demon cultivators doing in this secret realm?

No, he is not a demon cultivator, and so many people in Xincheng are not demon cultivators, Yan Jin... Yan Jin is an exception, I don't know if it is influenced by the original book or instinct, Shen Zhixian always feels that Yan Jin will become demon one day...

Leaving aside Yan Jin, what are so many monks doing in the secret realm?Is it to trap them all in the secret realm and make fertilizer for these flowers and plants?

Unable to figure out why, Shen Zhixian pondered for a moment, and said: "The time is short, the people who came in from Xincheng should be fine, but I don't know where... Let's go find Duan Yuan and see what's going on with her."

Hearing Shen Zhixian mention Duan Yuan, Yan Jin's eyes flashed almost invisible, and it was fleeting, and then he regained his calm look. He hummed, and asked in a low voice: "Are you still uncomfortable?"

"Shang Ke." After this brainstorming, Shen Zhixian yawned wearily again, closed his eyes tiredly, and fell asleep, "Take care of me, don't let me touch those things..."

His voice gradually lowered, and his light breath sprayed on Yan Jin's neck, which was slightly moist and warm, almost kneading Yan Jin's heart into a puddle of water.

He hugged the person quietly like this, and after a long time, he lowered his eyes slightly, staring at Shen Zhixian's somewhat pale face, his eyes were clear and cold, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Falling asleep and exhausted, Shen Zhixian let go of his hand a little. Yan Jin noticed it and let go a little, then slowly but firmly squeezed his fingers into Shen Zhixian's.

Interlocking fingers, just like what Shen Zhixian did before.

Inseparable.

……

It was easy for Shen Zhixian to say that he wanted to leave, but in fact, they lingered here for several days, and they still couldn't leave this place surrounded by black air.

Shen Zhixian couldn't resist the influence and erosion of the demon energy more and more. Originally, Yan Jin only needed to use his spiritual energy once or twice a day, but now he had to use it every few hours.

Even so, it was difficult for him to resist the fatigue seeping from his bones. In the end, he couldn't even walk, and he was groggy. Yan Jin picked him up and walked away without saying a word.

Shen Zhixian managed to maintain the last sliver of sobriety, wrapped his hands around Yan Jin's neck, and shook hands in front of his chest with difficulty, leaning his head against Yan Jin's head.

Silently, the fog gradually thickened, and in the distance, a clear and leisurely singing sounded faintly.

"Ajin..."

Yan Jin was carefully identifying the road with his back behind his back, and was walking fast, when Shen Zhixian suddenly whispered in his ear, "Did you hear... the singing..."

singing?

Yan Jin slowed down her pace slightly, and listened attentively. Sure enough, there was a faint singing voice coming from a distance.

Shen Zhixian's vision became distracted, he was out of spirits, leaned on Yan Jin's back in a daze, and subconsciously hummed: "..."

I don't know what the singing is singing, it is a mysterious and ancient language with a leisurely charm, Shen Zhixian can't understand it, but he is good at imitating, humming along with him, he has learned seven or eight Split image.

His voice is not as clear as the singing voice in the distance, but softer and gentler, with a weak ending in his whisper, like a small hook, which suddenly hooked out certain memories deeply hidden in Yan Jin's heart.

Emotions surged for a moment, Yan Jin's eyes deepened, she quickened her pace, and continued to walk forward.

Going faster and faster, the fog became thicker and thicker, and the road ahead could not be seen clearly at all, and many voices began to sound one after another in the fog.

There were the voices of the man in gray robe that Shen Zhixian saw at the beginning, and the voices of the man in black robe who gave the fruit a few days ago, and even more unfamiliar voices, repeated over and over again.

"Why are you leaving..."

"How nice it is here..."

"There are a lot of treasures, let's stay together..."

"Stay...stay..."

"Come with us..."

The voice was too noisy, covering the distant singing, Shen Zhixian stopped talking blankly, and began to agitate uneasily.

He moved back and forth uncomfortably on Yan Jin's back, and Yan Jin felt it, holding his hand tightly but not daring to let go, shouting "Sui Jian" loudly, trying to make him wake up, but Shen Zhixian didn't dare to let go of his words. It seems endless, struggling to land, to go into those thick fogs, and to stay with "those people".

He was struggling, when suddenly a slightly stiff and unfamiliar male voice sounded, right next to his ear, imitating the distant singing voice bluntly, humming softly.

Shen Zhixian gradually stopped struggling, and let out a blank ah, listening to the singing, calmed down somehow, and listened quietly.

With a frozen face, Yan Jin struggled and tried hard to recall the tune, those weird pronunciations, and hummed while stumbling, while walking quickly through the thick fog.

For Shen Zhixian, his voice was full of soothing power, like an invisible barrier, which isolated Shen Zhixian from the malice of the ghosts outside.

Shen Zhixian was in a daze, feeling hot and cold all over his body, very uncomfortable. He was stunned for a while, and suddenly felt extremely wronged, subconsciously hugged Yan Jin's neck, and whispered in his ear in aggrieved way: "Ah Jin, I feel bad...I feel bad..."

The Shen Zhixian that Yan Jin had seen in the past were cold, gentle, free and easy, and wanton. He had never seen Shen Zhixian in such an aggrieved and pitiful posture—even before in Qing Yunzong, when Shen Zhixian had a heart attack, he would not be ashamed. never had.

There was a bang in his head, and a ball of fire exploded and burned inside, burning him all over the body.

The things in the dense fog saw that they could not be left behind by sound alone, and gradually many figures came out, or in other words, they were all black bodies with skulls and black bodies, surrounded by a foul smell, and wanted to keep them both completely behind , keep them company.

Yan Jin held Shen Zhixian tightly with one hand, and pulled out the long sword around his waist with the other hand, a red light appeared in his eyes, gloomy but gloomy, his expression turned cold, and he made a killing move without hesitation.

The fierce sword qi shattered the skeleton and the black qi, all kinds of shrill screams sounded, and the thick fog receded crazily, revealing the fog-like barrier ahead—they finally found the edge of this strange land.

In the depths of the sea of ​​spiritual energy, the restriction that imprisoned a touch of red cracked again, and strands of black energy wandered in the sea of ​​spiritual energy more and more happily.Yan Jin took a deep breath, tried her best, and made another backhand strike.

There was a loud bang, and the fog barrier was cracked inch by inch, finally revealing the appearance of another land boundary.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the birds and flowers are fragrant.

Shen Zhixian could no longer speak a complete sentence, and only hummed Yan Jin's name.

With him on her back, Yan Jin strode out of the place behind them that had trapped them for many days, glanced at the surroundings for nothing dangerous, immediately took Shen Zhixian into her arms with her backhand, and hugged her tightly, with great strength, It was as if he wanted to rub his whole body into his bones and blood.

"I'm here..." His voice was trembling strangely, and he clung to Shen Zhixian's ear. Every time Shen Zhixian yelled, he would answer, "I'm here... see you next year, I'm here."

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