It's Not Easy Being a Master

"Ya Ya? Ya Ya!"

Shen Zhixian is really tired these days.

He felt that even if he had to deal with Yan Jin, or even with Song Mingxu and Snake, it would not be so tiring—at least those were all human beings who could understand what he said, living, human beings of the same kind who could communicate.

"Chirp!"

Small green grass sprouts protruded from the top of his hair, as if waking up from a big dream, stretching the leaves in a daze, messing up his meticulously combed hair.

Shen Zhixian took a deep breath, pulled this small grass sprout off the top of his head, resisted the urge to rub it into a ball and threw it away, controlled his facial expression not to be too ferocious, gritted his teeth and said, "Next time Can you stop making a nest on top of my head?"

He is a normal big man, he doesn't want to have a green head at all!

The little grass sprout shook the blade obediently in his palm, and gave an innocent "chirp".

"Jiujiujiu, are you a tree-headed sparrow..." Shen Zhixian muttered, looked around, stuffed it into an empty porcelain bottle the size of a palm, and warned: "I'm going to practice spells, you are not allowed to come out. "

"Chichichiji!" Xiaocaoya probably didn't like the metaphor of a little sparrow, so she immediately changed her voice, twisting and turning in the porcelain vase, chirping indiscriminately.

As soon as this Shen Zhixian got a trick, the little grass sprout twisted, moved it to the table with the porcelain bottle, turned around again, and there was a clang sound, and the porcelain shattered all over the floor.

The little grass sprout that had regained its freedom cheered and chirped, stepped on the thin roots, wobbled to find Shen Zhixian, flung itself on the hem of his clothes, and climbed up very nimbly, with long hair hooked on the leaves swing.

Shen Zhixian: "..."

He picked up the grass with two fingers with a blank face, opened the door with a blank face, and made a gesture with a blank face-with a puff, a small mud pit was dug out on the ground beside the door.

Shen Zhixian continued to plant the grass sprouts expressionlessly, covered them with soil, and even performed a small trick so that it could not slip out easily.

After finishing all this, Shen Zhixian closed the door and went back to the room to continue to ponder and toss - he has found a lot of books recently, and he is eager to learn and practice earnestly.

The little grass sprout struggled in the mud pit for a while, and found that it really couldn't get out. It was stunned for a while, and twisted for a while in disbelief, but it still didn't help.

It became angry, chirping, chirping, croaking, croaking, the small leaves were covered with mud, and it pulled out its roots vigorously.

Shen Zhixian heard it screaming outside, a little funny, but also a little helpless.

He also didn't expect that the little grass bud that he picked up casually that day to pass the letter to Yan Jin had such a great ability, not only did not freeze to death on the cliff of Siguo, but also hopped down to find him, and refused to leave.

——Well, don't ask why it is a small grass bud, because Shen Zhixian at that time could only control this small green plant except for the fragile dead leaves.

Shen Zhixian read the book for a while, practiced for a while, and suddenly found that there seemed to be no sound outside for a long time.

This little grass sprout is very magical, it can make all kinds of strange noises, as long as it is not sleeping, it will be noisy non-stop, why is it so quiet at the moment?

Even the mud here is full of aura, and planting it there is only good and not bad. Could it be that this little guy struggled too hard and hurt himself?

Shen Zhixian was a little worried, so he put down the scroll and quietly went to the door to look. At this moment, he just saw the little grass sprout struggling to lick the last small root, and angrily, he didn't look back.

It is a small grass bud that is light and fluttering, and it floats far away in an instant along the wind.Shen Zhixian was taken aback, and subconsciously didn't want it to be exposed in front of everyone, so he pursed his lips, called "Ya Ya", and chased him out.

The little grass sprout was really angry, relying on her small size, she flew faster and faster along the wind.It also knows how to avoid the crowd, in order not to let the little disciples who come and go find it, it burrows everywhere.

This was a pain for Shen Zhixian, he stood upright in front of the young disciples, and hastily dealt with the greetings of the young disciples, the little grass sprout had already slipped away at a certain corner.

Shen Zhixian had no choice but to find it in a general direction. As he walked, he suddenly found that this road looked familiar—isn't this near Yan Jin's residence?

As the fifth elder, Shen Zhixian has his own main peak. He is at the top, followed by direct disciples and ordinary disciples.

Personal disciples worship directly under the name of Shen Zhixian, and can be personally guided by him, while ordinary disciples only name themselves under his main peak, practice and study in a unified way, there is no special treatment, and they usually have to help with some chores - Qing Yunzong , but also to eat, drink, sleep, wash and cook, everything.

The sound of gurgling water came from not far away. This is where the disciples used to fetch water.

Shen Zhixian didn't think much about it, he stepped up and turned a corner, raised his eyes, and was stunned.

The skinny boy was wearing a worn-out, faded moon-white gown, with his back turned to him, and was standing by the Lingquan to draw water.The wooden bucket full of water was very heavy, and he lifted it one by one with each hand. It was clear from the skilled movements that he did it in normal times.

Then the young man turned around and faced Shen Zhixian.

Shen Zhixian looked at him in disbelief, and then at the bucket he was carrying—all these chores were left to the ordinary disciples, why did Yan Jin have to do it himself when he taught the disciples personally?

They were staring at each other in silence, and there was a chirp, chirp, chirp, and a small grass sprout that disappeared from the nearby grass, and rushed towards Yan Jin happily.

--WTF? !

The reaction ability Yan Jin has cultivated for a long time allows him to move faster than his thoughts. As soon as he raised his hand, a whole bucket of water was poured on the little grass sprout, and it was splashed so violently that the impact of the water made it jump all over. to the ground.

The muddy water dripped down on the small leaves, and the dirty grass sprouts froze on the ground, motionless, as if in shock.

Shen Zhixian looked at its dazed little appearance, held back a smile and was about to speak, when a curse came suddenly, his attitude and content made his expression darken immediately.

"Yan Jin! What are you doing, dawdling! Brother Yan is in a hurry to use it—ah! How did you make such a mess! Are you a waste!"

The little disciple probably heard the commotion here, and ran over cursing. Seeing the mess on the ground, he couldn't help being furious, and he opened his mouth to swear, when suddenly a gust of wind blew up, and an unknown green thing beside him violently smeared his face.

There was a loud bang.

After the little grass sprout finished beating someone, she slid into Shen Zhixian's sleeve very consciously, only showing the tip of a small leaf to watch the excitement.

The little disciple's face quickly turned red and swollen, as if someone had slapped him hard—but he couldn't see anything clearly!

Being teased in front of Yan Jin, he felt that he lost his face, and turned around angrily, "Who is presumptuous here, let's see if I don't treat you—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Shen Zhixian raised his eyelids slightly, shook his sleeves calmly, shook the clever little grass sprout upside down, and hummed softly: "What are you going to do to Elder Ben? Tell me, Elder Ben, listen."