It's Not Easy Being a Master

When Shen Zhixian woke up, it was already daylight.

The sun shone through the leaves, and the fine rays fell on his body. Shen Zhixian lazily opened his eyes, and found that he was still lying on the warm jade soft couch. One night man.

He lay there in a daze for a while, until a ray of sunlight fell into his eyes, causing him to blink uncomfortably, before he fully regained his senses.

...what about people?

Shen Zhixian turned over and sat up, but the peach tree that had been spawned by the grass buds disappeared, but I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt a faint fragrance of peach blossoms floating in his nose.

"A Jin?" He called out, turned over and lay down on the bed, didn't even bother to tidy up the messy clothes, hurriedly opened the door and entered the room, searched around, then backed out, looking around.

However, there was only a gentle breeze on the edge of the cliff, and no one responded.

Shen Zhixian's footsteps gradually slowed down, leaning against the tree trunk, looking at the cold everything in front of him, he suddenly laughed, sighed and shook his head.

So it was just... a dream in Nanke?

So real kiss, so real warmth, just a reverie in his dream?

Around here, there was no trace of Yan Jin's presence.

Shen Zhixian rubbed the center of his brows, calmed down a bit, and used the contact information in the sect to summon the little disciple Mingyi who hadn't seen him for a long time.

Mingyi just happened to finish the morning class at this moment, went back to the house to pack up a meal, and was about to go to sword practice, when he received the message, he was stunned, and he jumped up suddenly after a long while, hitting his head on the bed with a bang Zhuzi, he yelled out, startling the little disciple next to him.

"Brother Mingyi? What's the matter?"

Mingyi rubbed his head, hurriedly tied up the crooked bun again, and hurriedly pushed open the door and rushed out: "Elder Shen's retreat is over!"

As soon as the voice fell, he had already disappeared.

The little disciple stared dumbfounded at the still shaking door panel, and after a while he realized: "Elder Shen has left the customs?!" He didn't even bother to take the sword, and ran out too hastily.

When Mingyi rushed to the top of the peak, Shen Zhixian had just smoothed out the folds of his clothes, Mingyi couldn't hide the joy on his face, and bowed respectfully to see him.

Shen Zhixian nodded, indicating that there was no need to be too polite, and asked a few words about the situation in the sect.

He intentionally asked about Song Ming and Yan Jin's affairs, and said clearly and honestly: "After you retreated, Senior Brother Yan went out for a tour, and has not returned yet. Earlier, there were some bad rumors outside, saying that Senior Brother Yan ...had harmed many people, and several small sects have come to make trouble a few times."

When those rumors first started to spread, he was stunned. He didn't believe that Senior Brother Yan would do such a thing, but the other party was so aggressive that he even took out the Illusion Stone. All kinds of evidence pointed firmly to Yan Jin , it is difficult to refute.

"Sovereign Song has come to Wufeng several times, but you haven't left yet..."

Yan Jin got into trouble, I don't know where, Shen Zhixian, who is his master, can't get out of seclusion, Song Ming has no choice but to issue a chase order, let Yan Jin come back quickly, and at the same time appease the people from the small sect Let them wait patiently, promise to find out the facts and give everyone an explanation.

Shen Zhixian listened to it for a while, and then he got some idea: "Are those small sects still making trouble recently?"

Mingyi shook his head: "No, recently demons and ghosts have been raging rampantly, and their sect has also suffered a lot. Most of the people have gone back to the sect. Brother Yan's matter is rarely mentioned."

Shen Zhixian hummed, knowing that it was because of Yan Shen's death.

Without Yan Shen, Song Ming couldn't get out of Qing Yunzong, and couldn't stretch his hand so long before causing trouble.Without new victims, those small sects didn't dare to provoke Qing Yunzong too much, so they didn't make too much trouble.

Song Ming was probably going to be stunned. He originally wanted to use Yan Jin to force Shen Zhixian to appear, but now he has repeatedly made mistakes, and now he is still riding a tiger. According to Song Ming's temperament, as long as Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin are still hiding behind the scenes, he will not show up. You will not let go and boldly put everything on the table.

If it had been before, Shen Zhixian might have plotted secretly to deal with Song Ming in a slow and undisturbed manner, but now Shen Zhixian was filled with unquenchable anger, and he didn't have the patience to entangle too much. He just wanted to use the shortest time to let Song Ming pay the price.

Shen Zhixian's expression faded, and he didn't ask any more questions. He only asked Mingyi to tidy up here and prepare to go down the mountain by himself.

However, as soon as he took a step, Mingyi hesitated and called him.

Shen Zhixian turned her head back, faltering and hesitating clearly, hesitant to speak, and finally said nothing, just stroked her temples, and ran away like a rabbit.

Shen Zhixian froze for a moment, then raised his hand subconsciously.As soon as he touched it, he felt a soft flower pinned between the hair on his sideburns, there was a soft and tender...

a peach blossom.

The half-bloomed peach blossom was pinched by Shen Zhixian's fingertips, and the stamen still contained dewdrops. Shen Zhixian shook it lightly, and it dripped down, sliding down Shen Zhixian's white fingertips, leaving a little light Winding water marks.

It was the peach blossom last night.

What happened last night may not just be a dream that he conjured up.

Shen Zhixian's brows relaxed, his mood suddenly improved, and there was an unconscious smile on his lips.He held this peach blossom in the palm of his hand, as if holding a ray of warmth that belonged exclusively to Yan Jin.

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Recently, demons and ghosts are rampant. As one of the most important sects in the world of cultivating immortals, Qing Yunzong will inevitably take the lead in killing demons and eliminating demons.

It's about monsters, it's no small matter, many big disciples in the sect have been sent out to practice.The Zongmen also had a lot of arrangements, and there were a lot of trivial matters, so today's meeting was disbanded too late.

When Shen Zhixian came in, the little steward was still counting the number of disciples he had sent out.He sat down in his seat without changing his expression in the face of all kinds of eyes with unclear meanings, nodded slightly, and let the little manager continue to talk.

The little steward hesitated for a moment, but at Song Ming's gesture, he finally fell silent.

Song Ming looked over without blinking, not letting go of any expression on Shen Zhixian's face, and said slowly: "Junior Brother has finally left the customs."

Shen Zhixian smiled slightly, looked over meaningfully, did not answer his words, and only said: "Song Zongzhu let the steward finish talking first, I have something serious to say later."

Song Ming's heart skipped a beat when she saw the smile on his lips.The half-demon hiding in his body felt Shen Zhixian's aura, and became restless, and was forcibly suppressed by Song Ming.

Shen Zhixian came back quietly, but as the suzerain, he didn't receive any news, just like when Shen Zhixian left.

All the restrictions of the sect could not stop Shen Zhixian.

Clenching the hand hidden under the sleeve tightly, Song Ming gritted his teeth, holding back the pain in his heart.Sect Master Wen really valued Shen Zhixian too much. If he hadn't calculated those things back then, he wouldn't even be able to grasp the position of suzerain.

Back then when Shen Zhixian came back from a serious injury and his heart disease was difficult to heal, Sect Leader Wen found Song Ming quietly and proposed to let him take over the position of suzerain. joy.

But then Sect Master Wen's next sentence drove him into the cold abyss.

Sect Master Wen told him that he was only serving as suzerain temporarily, and when Shen Zhixian recovered from his heart disease, the position of suzerain would still be returned to Shen Zhixian.

Song Ming's heart was hot and cold, joy and hatred were intertwined, making his whole heart almost explode.

He pretended to calmly agree to all Sect Master Wen's requests, expressed his determination to put Shen Zhixian first, and finally tricked Sect Master Wen into confirming his identity in front of the public.

Originally, Song Ming didn't have so many evil thoughts. He tricked Shen Zhixian once and got the temporary seat. He thought that at least he had caught the eyes of Sect Master Wen. If he worked harder, Sect Master Wen might not change his mind.

But later, Sect Master Wen still focused on Shen Zhixian, no matter how well Song Ming did, he couldn't change his mind.

Malice piled up in his heart, Song Ming saw that Shen Zhixian seemed to be getting better every day under the care of Sect Master Wen, and he finally couldn't help it.

——I have long been used to the feeling of being admired and respected by everyone. Song Ming will never give up this person again. As long as Wen Zongzhu is gone, Shen Zhixian's heart disease will not heal, and he will never be with him again Take the position of suzerain.

As long as Wen Sect Master is gone, no one will know all the agreements between them——

"Master once entrusted the sect to me, but it was only because of my heart disease that I tired my senior brother to take on this important task for me for a long time. After I came out of the retreat this time, my heart disease is no longer hindered, so it's not good to make my senior brother tired again. "The little steward had already finished counting the number of people and left. Shen Zhixian took the call and said slowly: "I've been busy recently, so I just let me take over, so as to save senior brother from working day and night, and his hair turning a little gray."

Song Ming stood up suddenly, with such a hasty movement that he almost knocked over the teacup in front of him.

All kinds of shocked gazes lingered between the two of them, Song Mingqiang calmed himself down and forced a smile: "Congratulations to my younger brother, who has a heart disease. I have just left the customs, and I think I need to rest for a while... "

His mind was in a state of confusion, he knew about Shen Zhixian's mental illness before, and Sect Master Wen couldn't cure him back then, he thought that Shen Zhixian would be a useless person in this life, why did he suddenly——!

He was dazzled by the sudden news of Shen Zhixian, and he couldn't think of other words to divert it for a while, so he just repeated: "Is the younger brother really all right? There is nothing serious in the sect, and the younger brother doesn't have to be brave..."

With a crash, it was Shen Zhixian who swung his sleeves, rolled up the cold wind like a blade, and rushed towards Song Ming fiercely. This kind of vigor seemed to be a posture that can only be used in the heyday of the tenth rank!

Song Ming is smooth in dealing with the world, but his cultivation talent is really weak. For so many years, he has been camping with this person, and he has even neglected the cultivation. At this time, he is only at the eleventh level of cultivation, and he has not even reached the level of cultivation. peak.

Shen Zhixian's attack was so powerful that Song Ming felt his whole body was as cold as ice, and he shrank a little. Subconsciously, he tried his best to resist, but the wind blade only reached him, almost shaved his eyebrows, and then disappeared suddenly. , replaced by an erratic figure.

"Illusion Stone!" An older steward yelled, "It's Sect Master Wen!"

The phantom of Sect Master Wen was almost face to face with Song Ming. Song Ming suddenly remembered the "Sect Master Wen" he saw last night who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost. He swung it out to break up the face.

But his spiritual power was blocked by a barrier, and the barrier bounced his spiritual power back. Song Ming was caught off guard, and bumped hard back, hitting the back of the chair with a bang.

Shen Zhixian raised his hand slightly, and the phantom stone in his hand floated in the air with the phantom of Sect Master Wen.

Song Ming was trembling all over, and his mind was blank. He didn't hear a word of what Sect Master Wen said, and just watched his mouth open and close as if facing a big enemy.

The illusion was very short, and disappeared in a moment, leaving only a dark illusion stone.Shen Zhixian graciously asked everyone to check whether it was the message left by Sect Master Wen, turned his head to look at Song Ming, smiled softly, and said softly: "Brother, you have worked hard these years."

The phantom stone has been visited one by one in the hands of everyone, and the whispering can't be suppressed.

"It is indeed a message from Sect Master Wen."

"So Sovereign Song is only the temporary Sovereign?"

"Looking at Elder Shen's appearance just now, it seems that the heart disease has indeed healed. Then should I return this person to Elder Shen..."

Sect Master Wen has a very high reputation in the sect. Even though he has been away for a long time, everyone still admires him when they mention him, and subconsciously follow his words.

All these things fell in his ears, and Song Ming could hear hatred flashing in his eyes, and there was an uncontrollable fear in his depths. He felt everyone's fiery gaze, and he clenched his fists: "Junior brother, what is this?" meaning?"

"It's just following Master's wishes." Shen Zhixian chuckled.

He didn't intend to completely force Song Ming to step down today. Song Ming is not good at cultivation, but he is very capable in other places. He has been the suzerain for several years, and he has some contacts in his hands.

Although Shen Zhixian was confident that the elders would help him, he hadn't confessed and discussed with the elders yet, and he couldn't immediately take away Song Ming's power completely, so he could only force him to catch him off guard. Showing the horse's feet, pulling out the radish and bringing out the mud, cleaning it together with all the forces.

Seeing that Song Ming was a little flustered now, Shen Zhixian didn't push her anymore, took a step back, and said calmly: "Senior brother has worked hard these past few years, and since I'm fine now, it's not good for me to ask my brother to work alone, as my brother is too busy , hand it over tomorrow, and leave some matters to me to handle."

He no longer called Song Ming the suzerain, but only called him senior brother lightly.Although the senior brother sounds a lot closer, it undoubtedly showed his attitude.

He is going to take back the suzerain of Qingyun Sect.

Everyone was in an uproar.The third and fourth elders did not come to the meeting today, the first elder and the second elder did not respond to this, but just watched with cold eyes. Shen Zhixian ignored Song Ming's bad face, dropped such a bomb, and left Shi Shiran.

He threw all the shocked, curious and tentative eyes behind him.

As soon as he left, Shen Zhixian's smile faded, and his eyes looked pensive.Right now, the best and fastest way to deal with Song Ming is to confess to the elders as soon as possible, gain their support, and force Song Ming to show more lies.

The First Elder and the Second Elder have no idea about their attitudes. Only the Fourth Elder rescued him with Sect Master Wen back then. He should know his situation the most and was the easiest to trust him. It is a pity that the Fourth Elder is not in the sect today.

Shen Zhixian returned to Wufeng, gave several orders in succession, and began to deal with various matters in an orderly manner.In fact, after "crossing the book", Shen Zhixian consciously understood all kinds of situations in the sect, but because at that time he always thought that he was an outsider and had no intention of meddling in the sect's internal affairs, so everything just stayed in the on the level of understanding.

But it was different now. If he wanted to solve Song Ming, he had to quickly get started with various matters in the sect.

This busy, hurried, one day passed.

He didn't call anyone to deliver dinner, so no disciple dared to come up to disturb him. By the time he closed the last volume, the sky was dark and the night was already deep.

Shen Zhixian pushed the door open, the moonlight lazily sprinkled all over the floor, he looked around but saw no one else.

Thinking of the "dream" of last night, Shen Zhixian walked to the warm jade couch, hesitated for a while, then put on his clothes and lay down.

It's just that today he was thinking about Yan Jin, but he couldn't fall asleep. After tossing and turning a few times, he became a little sleepy.

In the dimness, it seemed that someone held his hand.

Very familiar warmth.

Shen Zhixian's heart relaxed, he closed his eyes and wanted to call Ah Jin, but found that his throat seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't make any sound.

He sensed that something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to open his eyes, but this time the eyelids seemed to be extremely heavy, and he couldn't open them no matter how hard he tried.

He was lifted up with both hands, and hugged into his arms, gently and carefully.

Shen Zhixian couldn't open his eyes, and was trapped in the darkness. He could only feel the man holding him flicking the hair on his sideburns for him, and then heard him calling in his ear: "See you..."

It was Yan Jin's voice.

But there seems to be something different.

Shen Zhixian's heart moved slightly, and he continued to try hard to open his eyes, and then heard Yan Jin continue to whisper: "...wake up, okay?"

He was trying very hard to open his eyes... Shen Zhixian whispered back to him in his heart, somehow, he heard a trace of despair and regret in Yan Jin's words.

This trace of despair and remorse was suppressed tightly and deeply, like an invisible needle hidden in a large ball of cotton, invisible from a distance, only to be hurt by the needle when you stretch out your hand to pinch it.

Shen Zhixian is like this now, when he first heard Yan Jin's words, he didn't react much, but gradually, he felt something was wrong.

What's wrong with Yan Jin?Why does this emotion show faint signs of collapse?

She was fine last night... what happened?

Shen Zhixian was puzzled, but his limbs didn't seem to belong to him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch. He could only feel Yan Jin firmly clasping his waist with one hand, letting him lean on his warm chest, and the other He untied his belt with his hands, and pulled his collar away with a light tug.

Yan Jin didn't speak any more, and took off all his clothes for him in silence.

The warm fingertips touched the slightly cool skin, and there was a bang, Shen Zhixian felt a fire burning from the touched place, quickly spreading all over his body, and he didn't know where the strength came from, he opened his eyes suddenly— — This time it finally opened.

His vision was blurred for a moment, but he quickly focused on a familiar hand, which was holding his shirt, and casually threw it aside.

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