It's Not Easy Being a Master

After the surroundings returned to silence, Si Fei looked at the remaining flowers everywhere, her smile faded, and she sighed.

The bald monk hiding in the shadows dared to come out when Shen Zhixian disappeared, showing a look of false alarm: "Just now I saw him put the sword on your neck, I was scared, if his hand shakes, you can At once……"

Si Fei spread her hands indifferently: "It would be great if I could die like this."

The bald monk thought of something, touched his bald head, and stopped talking.

Feeling the suddenly serious atmosphere, Si Fei tilted his head to look at the bald monk, and showed a relaxed smile: "Shen Zhixian is not Yan Jin, and he will not kill me if he goes crazy, don't worry...you should worry It is the one in the wasteland."

With a wave of his hand, he rolled up the remaining flowers on the ground, turning into an illusion.

In the illusion, the light was dim, and a barren area could be vaguely seen, with demonic energy lingering everywhere, and the wreckage of monsters and monsters were everywhere. Someone turned their backs to them, full of murderous aura, and waved a sword to smash the monsters that rushed towards them into several pieces.

——It's Yan Jin.

His posture was too fierce, except for some irrational little monsters who came to die one after another, the more capable monsters shrank a little.

The monsters are not completely demented, the stronger the monster, the more they know how to save their lives.No matter how long Yan Jin stayed here, she killed so many monsters with ruthless means, she became more and more courageous as she fought, and even got promoted repeatedly, her strength skyrocketed.

Several powerful monsters in the wilderness looked at each other for a while, then reluctantly lowered their heads in front of him, showing a gesture of submission.

There was no expression on Yan Jin's face, only indifference and murderousness, noncommittal to the surrender of the monsters.Probably feeling the peeping gaze, he turned around abruptly, his blood-red eyes were full of hostility, as if he wanted to pass through the illusion and turn into a sharp knife to stab Si Fei and the bald monk.

He held the sword, dripping blood on the sword, as if entwined with a wisp of devilish energy.

The bald monk shuddered. Knowing that Yan Jin couldn't see them, he subconsciously ran behind Si Fei and poked out half of his head carefully to look around: "Oh, don't look at me, don't look at me, the monk is a coward Scary... Why is it that Yan Jin's obsession looks more fierce this time than last time, don't lose control in the end..."

He rubbed his hands nervously, worried: "There is no second Soul Resurrection Grass—what is that?!"

Because he was so shocked, his voice was a little broken, and Yan Jin, who seemed to have completely lost his mind, suddenly raised his hand in amazement, and a cloud of dark green light spread out on his palm.

It turned into a small grass sprout.

The little grass sprout was bouncing around in his palm, not knowing what to express, the hostility in Yan Jin's eyes actually dissipated a little, and the murderous aura that was almost condensed into substance also subsided slightly, he flipped his wrist, and put the little grass sprout The grass sprouts were tucked into the sleeves, and turned into the darkness.

The remaining flowers fell to the ground, and the phantom disappeared.

The shock on the bald monk's face still lingered: "Soul-retracing grass? Why is there another soul-retracing grass in Yan Jin's place?"

Subconsciously, he was about to touch his bosom, and it took him a long time before he suddenly realized, and slapped his forehead: "My book was taken away by Chen Wei!"

Si Fei heard the words, frowned and looked at him, with disgust clearly written in his eyes.

The bald monk smiled, and leaned over with a shy face: "Oh, Ah Fei, the monk can't beat that ice cube, go and help the monk get the book back..."

Si Fei flatly refused: "No, lazy, I don't want to fight."

The bald monk twitched a bit: "Otherwise, Ah Fei, why don't you go and perform a beauty trick... How do you say that, a hero is saddened by a beauty..."

Si Fei's face turned green for a moment, and he knocked on the bald monk's bald head angrily: "Go away." He cursed with a smile, but the smile disappeared from his eyes.

The bald monk was about to say something, but suddenly his expression turned cold. Something cold fell on his head. He reached out and touched it, and felt a little cold. Then, large flakes of snowflakes fell from the sky, and soon Paved all over the floor.

It was the seal restriction that had been maintained for thousands of years, and it finally shattered, and the huge restriction turned into flakes of flying snow, which fell profusely.

"A Fei, the restriction is broken..."

"That's right... Those things are about to come out." Si Fei looked blank for a moment, and soon showed a sly smile, "You just said that Chen Wei is still guarding outside?"

The bald monk sighed.

"Well, very good, catch the coolies."

The two figures, one fat and one thin, quickly disappeared, and in a secret room in the Immortal City, Shen Zhixian had just fused the Soul Resurrection Grass, and his expression was in a trance for a moment.

He knew that the little grass sprout was very special, but he never expected that it was actually the legendary... soul-retracing grass that could defy the heavens and change its life and rebirth.

In his last life, he probably didn't survive in Yan Jin's hands in the end, so was his rebirth in this life because of the Soul Tracing Grass?

Who found the Soul Suspension Grass and worked so hard to make him reborn—no, Yan Jin was also reborn. Does this matter have anything to do with him?

There was only a handful of loess left in the secret room, and the small wooden plaque with the soul-retracing grass was absorbed and fused, and it also turned into powder. pulse.

Just now, the Soul Resurgent Grass fused with the remaining small shark scale, which completely healed the wound on his heart, and the long-lost sense of comfort made him wish he could go out and find someone to fight right away.

When I find Yan Jin, I must have a good fight with him. I was suppressed by heart disease before, so I couldn't fight happily.

There are walls on all sides here, only one door is closed tightly, Shen Zhixian pushed the door out without hesitation, his face was covered with wind and snow as soon as he went out.

He tilted his head slightly to avoid a snowflake, only to find himself standing on a long street.

This is no different from ordinary towns. Brick and tile houses, red lanterns, and Qingshi Street. If there is any difference, it is that the residents here are not human.

In the cold wind, a few little monsters wrapped in thick padded jackets laughed and ran past Shen Zhixian, their unhidden rabbit ears swaying in the wind, fluffy, very cute.

This is...in the Undead City?

Shen Zhixian looked around, and an old tree demon with a hunched back struggled to pull out his roots, changed to a more comfortable position, and stuffed the roots back into the soil: "Ouch, a new young man. "

Shen Zhixian turned his head to look at it, and there was a dry and wrinkled old man's face on the trunk of the old tree demon, humming a melody with incomplete tone happily. used?"

Shen Zhixian showed a little doubt on his face, pretending to be puzzled: "What... is this place?"

The bewilderment on his face happened to be true, the old tree demon had no doubts about him, and said: "This is the city of the undead, we also call it the city of worry-free, here you will have no troubles, every day is happy .”

Just at this time, a few more monsters passed by, and the old tree demon greeted them happily. Shen Zhixian took the opportunity to make some stereotypes, and found that none of the monsters here knew Si Fei, let alone the bald monk.

Shen Zhixian finds it unbelievable, the non-humans here seem to not understand what troubles are, each face is smiling, and there seems to be no negative emotions - how is this possible, even a newborn baby will cry, laugh and play Temper!

He also noticed that carved patterns of Wanggui flowers can be seen everywhere here, under the eaves by the door, there are always patterns of Wanggui flowers carved, there is a faint breath flowing in the patterns, Shen Zhixian felt it carefully, and felt a little familiar ——This is very similar to the moonlight streaming from Si Fei's fingertip flowers just now.

Most likely it was written by that Si Fei.

The undead city should have something to do with the so-called wasteland. Seeing Si Fei's attitude, Shen Zhixian felt that the undead city was probably the last line of defense in the wasteland.

For thousands of years, the seal restriction has already had countless cracks, and the big monsters cannot pass through these cracks, but many little monsters can escape from there.

Si Fei built the Undead City here, probably to deal with these escaped little monsters.

There were countless guesses in Shen Zhixian's mind, his face was expressionless, and he was about to bid farewell to the old tree demon, when the old tree demon suddenly let out an ouch, shook the tree body, and shook off many dead leaves: "Who hit me!"

It pulled out a tree root and picked up a rolling stone next to it.

A small roll of paper was tied to the stone with a red string, and the tree root took it apart inflexibly. After looking at it for a while, he silently handed the paper to Shen Zhixian: "I can't read, come and see."

Shen Zhixian took the paper and stones, unfolded the paper, and the first sentence on it was "Sent by Master Shen".

He condensed his expression slightly, and continued to look down.

The paper is small, but very long, rolled into a roll.Judging from the wording style, it looks like it was written by the bald monk. The first half of the paragraph is full of apologies, and only the last paragraph carefully mentions Yan Jin.

According to the paper, the wasteland has been sealed for thousands of years, and there are countless demons and ghosts inside, which are difficult to discipline. The reason why Yan Jin was sent to the wasteland is because Yan Jin was born with a demon body, and only he has the ability to control the place.

It's like sending a lion into a forest and letting him rule the entire forest, preventing all kinds of wild beasts from running wild.

With a click, the old tree demon flinched, watching helplessly as the hard stone was crushed into powder in Shen Zhixian's hands and fell down.

Shen Zhixian continued to talk about the unrolling of the last bit of the scroll, and the leader also said that the seal of the wilderness could no longer hold up, and began to shatter in large pieces, and countless demons escaped. They also asked Master Shen to help them slay the demons.

As for where Yan Jin is now, they already...don't know.

At the end, Shen Zhixian's face was as dark as a cloudy day with heavy rain. The old tree demon was still curious. Seeing his cold aura, he closed his mouth eager to survive, and sent Shen Zhixian away with his old eyes open. .

Seeing the disappearance of Shen Zhixian's back, the old tree demon yawned lazily, and was drowsy, when an ouch woke it up again.

"Oops, I forgot to untie the formula!" A bald monk ran anxiously in front of it, his fat hands were still pinching something. After a while, he stopped his fingers and breathed a sigh of relief, " Fortunately, this calculation, there is a turning point..."

He slowed down and walked away unsteadily.

The old dryad looked at him in a daze, watching him stagger away, this time he closed his eyes completely and fell asleep.

But it's Shen Zhixian's side.

Shen Zhixian actually hated what Si Fei and the others had done in his heart, he pinched the paper roll tightly with his fingers, wishing to tear it up and paste it on their faces.But he couldn't find Si Fei and the others, nor could he find Yan Jin.

He had made the idea of ​​making a contract, but he didn't know whether it was because of the distance or some other reason. When he activated the contract, he could only vaguely feel that Yan Jin was safe and sound, but he couldn't perceive his position.

Fortunately, he could still feel that Yan Jin was not injured, otherwise Shen Zhixian would not be able to help but overthrow the Undead City now.

Otherwise...he will go back to Qing Yunzong first.

If Yan Jin was fine and still thinking about his words, if he got news about him, he would definitely return to Qing Yunzong.

It also saves them from looking for each other and missing each other.

When he and Yan Jin met face to face, he would join hands to deal with these kinds of matters. He was always uneasy when he didn't see Yan Jin.

Shen Zhixian pondered and hesitated, and unconsciously rubbed the scroll with his fingers, feeling a little strange suddenly.

He raised his hand to look at it for a moment, then carefully pulled up a thin piece of paper attached to it at the corner of the curly tail.

The lifted paper is no more than half the size of a palm, a thin sheet, it looks very fragile, it seems that it will break if you touch it, but in fact it feels extremely tough when you pinch it.

It's just that there's nothing on it.

Shen Zhixian rubbed the paper carefully, a little familiar breath lingered on the paper, reminding him of Sect Master Wen for a moment.

He frowned, and checked carefully - there was indeed the aura of Sect Master Wen, to be precise, the aura of Sect Master Wen's sword.

Sect Master Wen failed to advance to the rank and died a few years ago, and his sword was shattered long ago. After so many years, how could he feel the breath of him and his sword here?

The mystery in Shen Zhixian's heart is getting bigger and bigger. When Sect Master Wen died, he was still taken away. He didn't know anything about it. Song Ming and several elders dealt with Sect Master Wen's funeral affairs together. If you want to know What was the situation at that time, I had to go back to Qing Yunzong to ask clearly.

Shen Zhixian made up his mind, and finally made up his mind, leaving aside all the things in the Undead City for the time being, and started to rush to Qing Yunzong.

Along the way, as the note said, there were many more ghosts and ghosts, and a few appeared every now and then.Even though Shen Zhixian was in a hurry, he would stop to deal with the ghosts and ghosts making trouble.

On this day, while Shen Zhixian was thinking about the blank paper, he was on his way. When he passed a forest, he saw an immortal Xiu being besieged by several monsters.

He killed the monster with two or three strokes, and when the immortal cultivator turned around to thank him, Shen Zhixian gasped, "Master Su Cheng?"

Isn't this Su Cheng, a disciple of Xuanjilou who had met twice before by chance and even made a fortune teller for him?

Shen Zhixian still had the same old face, Su Cheng was stunned for a moment, and soon recognized him, greeted him happily and was surprised: "So you are also a fairy?"

Shen Zhixian smiled slightly, and said gently: "At that time, there was something unspeakable and I had to hide my identity. Please don't be angry."

Su Cheng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Oh, I understand, I understand, it's not a big deal, why are you angry, I want to thank you for saving my life." He clasped his fists and bowed deeply.

Shen Zhixian turned sideways to avoid it for a while, smiled, and exposed the topic.Seeing that he was busy in the world again, Shen Zhixian asked a few more questions.

Su Chengdao: "Recently, monsters are rampant, and there is a faint sign of monsters coming back. Although I am not very powerful, it is still possible to kill a few little monsters."

The two exchanged a few words in a hurry, each had something important to say, so they wanted to part. When they turned around, Su Cheng caught a glimpse of the paper in Shen Zhixian's hand, and blurted out in surprise: "The fate paper?"

Shen Zhixian suddenly turned his head to look at him.

Su Cheng knew that he was impolite, and with an apologetic look on his face, he said apologetically, "I'm sorry... I was shocked when I saw the long-lost paper of destiny in our sect... May I ask where this paper came from?" coming?"

With a thought in mind, Shen Zhixian handed over the paper generously: "It was a gift from someone else. Do you recognize this paper?"

Su Cheng carefully held the thin paper, turned it over and looked at it, and the shock became more obvious. He said firmly, "This is indeed the paper of fate! There is still the breath of that uncle on it!"

Shen Zhixian followed his words and asked, "Your uncle?"

Su Cheng stopped abruptly, consciously slipping his tongue, a little annoyed, but the words had already been spoken, and in front of him was the person who had just rescued him, he looked around, saw no one around, and whispered: "Yes He is no longer an uncle, that senior has been expelled from the Xuanji Building a long time ago... In our sect, he is the only one who can use the Destiny Paper."

He stopped talking, showing a look of embarrassment that he didn't want to say more, Shen Zhixian didn't embarrass him, just said: "Then you know, what's wrong with this paper?"

"The Paper of Destiny can push the past to the future, and only those with extremely high talents can control it. There are formulas on it, and I can't completely unravel it, but I can still do it if the content on it is displayed." Su Cheng obviously He was very confident in his strength in this area, so he asked, "Do you want to give it a try?"

Shen Zhixian made a thankful gesture.

Su Cheng said yes, and after some complicated actions, the formula was typed on the fate paper, and sure enough, an image gradually emerged on it.

Su Cheng is an honest man. Seeing a faint image appear, he immediately raised his head and looked ahead, avoiding suspicion, "Okay."

Shen Zhixian looked at the pattern, took a breath, and thanked Su Cheng calmly, Su Cheng waved his hands to show that you are welcome, and the two said goodbye to each other, and left in opposite directions.

After walking for a while, Shen Zhixian opened his hand, and the paper with the pattern was lying on his palm, with a sword drawn on it, and there was a faint aura flowing.

It is Sect Master Wen's sword.

And with a broken sword spirit.

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