It's Not Easy Being a Master

The festivals in the world of cultivating immortals are actually similar to those in the mortal world. There are festivals in the world of cultivating immortals, and there are also festivals in the world of cultivating immortals.

For example, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

A festival that should be joyful and happy for the whole family.

However, Shen Zhixian was tired of watching Qing Yunzong's Mid-Autumn Festival activities for several years, and he didn't want to face the demons dancing in the wilderness. He pondered for a while and decided to go to the mortal world this year to find some excitement.

So Shen Zhixian took advantage of Yan Jin's inattention, left a note, and quietly went to the mortal world alone.

There were only a few words on the note, which was very concise. Yan Jin glanced at it briefly, frowned slightly, and then sighed helplessly.

Sui Jian ran away again.

This time, no clues were left, no spells or contracts were allowed.

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It has to be said that during festivals in the world, it is always much more lively than in the world of cultivating immortals. Immortal cultivators are obsessed with cultivation, and when it comes to having fun, they are far less versatile than ordinary people.

Yan Jin was walking on the bustling street, surrounded by people coming and going, all smiling and happy, but his expression was calm, as if he was a foreigner, unable to blend into the cheerful and lively atmosphere.

This kind of scene was very strange to him.

Although Yan Jin was born in the mortal world, the world he came into contact with when he was young was humble and pale.Xiao Yanjin often avoids festivals like this and such hustle and bustle.

It wasn't until he met Shen Zhixian that his life gradually gained light and color.

As for Shen Zhixian, he liked to join in the fun when he was a teenager. After he suffered a heart attack, he began to prefer quietness due to various reasons. Now that he has been with Yan Jin for a long time and everything is going well, his youthful spirit seems to have returned. some.

All kinds of voices passed by Yan Jin's ears, but Yan Jin turned a deaf ear to them and just looked around calmly. After a while, he saw an extremely lively place, and after a moment of silence, he walked there resolutely.

Shen Zhixian prefers mountains and rivers, and the place he chooses is either near the mountains or near the water.Yan Jin obeyed the agreement and could not use spells. She walked through the crowd with difficulty, and a wide and long river came into view.

The stars in the sky and the lights of the world are reflected on the water, and there are a few light boats floating among the boats, and the entire river is full.

Shen Zhixian had shown him what was in these painted boats long ago, but it was so lively tonight... it seemed that it wasn't these painted boats.

"it is good!"

"Fantastic!"

"Stunning color!"

I don't know who is beside me who is excitedly admiring, Yan Jin looked at the particularly conspicuous light boat in the middle of the river and the people on the boat, took a breath, and felt the veins on his forehead jumping happily.

There was only one person sitting on that light boat, with half black hair and half a jade mask on his face, only his delicate chin was exposed.He was wearing a plain white inner garment and a scarlet robe loosely draped over it, and the belt was not fastened. He just sat in the boat in a loose posture, with one long leg propped up boldly, and the other long leg was hidden behind his back. Under the case.

His light boat just landed in front of the two painting boats. On the painting boat and on the shore, many young gentlemen felt itchy when they saw half of his face, and talked to him from a long distance, and there were also bold girls who took off the silk flowers on their heads. , covering his lips with a smile and throwing it at him.

It's just that the silk flowers are too light, and when a gust of wind blows, they often can't reach the boat, and they fall unsteadily into the water.

The man in red turned a deaf ear to the commotion around him, and didn't care what other people were talking to him. He put one hand on his side, leaned back slightly, and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

His eyes were focused like he was looking at some other peerless treasure.

Even the people around him couldn't help but follow his line of sight to look at the bright moon.

When everyone couldn't help looking at the moon, the man in red looked away again, with a slight smile on his lips, he stretched out his hand to pick up a jade chopstick on the desk, and played with it lazily.

On the small table are a bottle of sake, two wine bottles, a small plate of peanuts, and another jade chopstick.The man in red tossed the jade chopsticks, and took them firmly in his hand again. He cleared his throat suddenly, and with a ding, the jade chopsticks tapped on the jade cup, making a clear and clear sound.

He knocked a few times in succession, slowly, with his eyes half closed, he opened his lips and sang in a raucous voice: "My little father saw the jade flute in front of me, the silver lantern song is too enchanting, who can hate it when you get drunk in the song, after singing, the wine is still not gone ..."

He may have drank alcohol, his voice is lazy and loose, with a hint of drunkenness, and the tone is not so clear, like a small feather that is white all over, only the tip is a little red, scratching gently. Everyone's ears.

Fascinating.

"The spring is quiet, the night is far away, the blue sky is far away from the palace of Chu. Menghun is used to being unrestrained, and he crosses the Xieqiao on Yanghua..."

The ending of the last word was bitten lightly, as if there was a bit of a sigh.The man in red threw down the jade chopsticks, picked up the wine cup, and drank it with his head raised.

He drank too quickly, a few drops of wine spilled from the corner of his lips, and slid down his chin to his neck, leaving only light water marks.

Just when he knocked on the cup and sang, he attracted everyone's attention again. At this time, seeing his posture, everyone exclaimed in admiration.

With a cold face, Yan Jin strode to the shore.

It happened that a tourist went ashore and returned the rented boat. The owner of the light boat was holding the rope and was happily counting the copper coins. come out.

"Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai Please, need me..."

He put the big ingot into his arms, and when he looked up, he saw that his boat was far away from him—the tall and straight man in black was rowing the boat, heading towards the middle of the river quickly.

"...Do you want to row the boat for you?" The owner of the boat was dumbfounded, and after subconsciously saying this, he scratched his head, "It seems that there is no need..."

It happened suddenly.

According to the recollection of the people present, such a scene happened at that time.

"I don't know where the boat came from. The man in black rowed towards the boat with a vicious look, and jumped onto the boat where the beauty in red was sitting."

The young master who missed the beauty was filled with righteous indignation, dancing and gesticulating: "Then he rowed the boat, and the oars almost shook like phantoms! He was like this, even the people and the boat! He took it away! Anyone Too late to stop! I'm so angry!"

Of course, this is all for later, let's not mention it for now.The current situation is that Yan Jin is shaking the oars with a cold face, avoiding the painting boat, and paddling away quickly all the way.

Knowing that the string music is unstoppable, Shen leaned forward and backward with laughter.The mask has long been lost somewhere, and the corners of his eyes almost burst into tears: "Ajin, slow down... Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, not a dragon boat race..."

This boat is going to Juechen, I'm afraid it will shock everyone's jaws!

Yan Jin pursed her lips tightly and paddled all the way to a place where there were few people. Then she slowed down, put the paddle aside casually, and turned her head to look at the man in red who laughed so much that his clothes were messed up: "Master, what should I do?" Fortunately, there was a rule in advance that no spells should be used."

He paused slightly, and continued: "...otherwise, Master, I'm afraid I won't be able to laugh now."

Only then did Shen Zhixian realize that the surroundings were eerily silent, as if there were only the two of them here.He sensed that something was wrong, so he restrained his smile slightly, raised his wrist, and Yan Jin said, "Master, you must abide by the rules."

Shen Zhixian dissipated the spiritual power that had just been gathered, turned his eyes away, and looked at the river water full of stars, taking advantage of Yan Jin's inattention, he got up and wanted to jump into the water.

However, Yan Jin's reaction was also very quick, as soon as she stretched out her hand, she clasped Shen Zhixian's ankle.

With this buckle, Yan Jin realized that this person was not wearing shoes or socks, his delicate skin was slightly cool in the night wind, holding it as if he was holding a piece of moist and fat jade.With a slight force, he pulled the person back, and took advantage of the situation to buckle him into his arms.

Shen Zhixian struggled for a while, but didn't struggle to move away. He frowned and begged for mercy immediately: "I was wrong, Ah Jin, I was wrong... let me go this time..."

This small boat is not big, it can carry two or three people, and it has a small canopy.Yan Jin hid in the boat canopy, and when the curtain fell, the light dimmed.

Shen Zhixian could only hear Yan Jin's deep and deep voice, which rang in his ears: "It's late. Master wants to play a script, as an apprentice...you should accompany me through the process."

Yan Jin has been addressing him as a master today, so Shen Zhixian just smiled and scolded him as a traitor, but innocently pretended to be stupid: "What kind of script is it? Why don't I know?"

"It's probably a..." After the hot kiss fell, Yan Jin's words were full of smiles, "Street bullies rob the weak and pity innocent little beauties by force."

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The author has something to say: Shen Chen: Gan!I keep it at home, so what about the big, super-obedient, super-honest, and super-simple Yan Xiaojin? !It was sei who brought him down! ! !

Ah, happy belated Mid-Autumn Festival.

It's not that I'm late, it's that the cubs have jet lag, and they are indeed still celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival! (trying to quibble)

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"My little father saw Yuxiao..." was quoted from Yan Jidao's words.

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