It’s Not Easy Being a Master

Yan Jin's promotion to the throne came unexpectedly and caught off guard.

In the middle of the night, Shen Zhixian was awakened by the fierce aura of shock. He hurriedly put on a piece of clothing and took Ling Dan to knock on Yan Jin's door.

There are 13 realms of immortality in this world. The sixth stage is a small watershed, which mainly tests whether the state of mind of the practitioner is stable. Only by rising to the sixth level can it be said that he has stepped into the world of Xiuxian.

Although Shen Zhixian felt that it was easy to advance to the next level with Yan Jin's qualifications and mentality, he still asked the elders to ask for a panacea just in case. It turns out that he made this decision too well.

Knocking on the door for a while didn't respond, Shen Zhixuan felt uncomfortable, and pushed directly into the door. As a result, he was almost scratched by the aura of high-speed spinning like a flying knife.

He hurriedly avoided, seeing the situation of Yan Jin in the room, couldn't help taking a breath.

Yan Jin was probably suddenly aware of the promotion in her dreams. She was only wearing a coat, and the situation was not so good. He sat on the couch cross-legged, his body trembling slightly.

Shen Zhixian approached, seeing his face suddenly blue and white, with cold sweat on his forehead, frowning slightly, not afraid to disturb him, he could only sit on the side and protect him.

Every soul has all emotions and desires.

And if all kinds of emotions are too much, they will become obsessed and become the demon of the mind—the sixth-order realm is a threshold for screening people with unstable moods.

The surrounding Aura fluctuated more and more, and the thick Aura rushed towards him. Yan Jin couldn't resist, and had to accommodate them together, his face gradually turned red.

Shen Zhixian screamed badly. With Yan Jin's realm at this time, the size of the Reiki Sea in the body could not accommodate as many Reikis at all.

He couldn't think about it, raised his hand and held Yan Jin's wrist. Regardless of the elders' orders, he mobilized his spiritual power to stop him from swarming outside.

It seemed as if the aura of the entire peak was gathering here, Shen Zhixian was breathing, his heart lingering in pain, but he didn't dare to stop-if he stopped at this time, Yan Jin would be swallowed and torn by these crazy auras.

There was some blackness in front of him, and the outside spirit was ramming, and Yan Jin's body could not contain any aura, which made him almost unbearable.

"Master!" As she was suffering, Yan Jin suddenly lost her voice suddenly, seeming to endure great pain, and her voice was shaking. "Please let your disciples ... please ..."

Shen Zhixian was shocked by this sudden sound. When he looked up in surprise, he was enveloped by the overwhelming darkness. Various sounds filled the ears instantly, chaotic and noisy—

Yan Jin's mood fluctuated so much that it affected the surrounding aura and brought Shen Zhixuan's consciousness into his dream.

After the initial darkness, there was a plain white, the human voice dissipated, replaced by the chill wind. As soon as Shen Zhixian's sight returned to Qingming, a mass of snowflakes rushed towards her face.

He hid in a hurry, and snowflakes flew to his ears, feeling nothing at all.

Shen Zhixuan reacted, knowing that she had fallen into the dream of Yan Jin's promotion to the calamity-most of which was the source of Yan Jin's inability to stabilize her promotion.

He wanted to find out what Yan Jin was caring about, so he didn't rush to leave. Looking around, here is ... thought over the cliff? Yan Jin dreamed of thinking over the cliff?

In Yan Jin's dream, Shen Zhixian was just a mass of air. When she moved her mind, she "walked" towards the peak.

In the shallow small cave, it really curled up a thin little boy. He was ragged, buried in most of his body with snow and ice, half-opened, his fingers trembled for a long time, and could not condense a trace of aura—his spiritual root was frostbite.

Shen Zhixian froze, this is not the same as he remembers, but it is in line with the original book plot ... No, why did Yan Jin have such a dream?

The young boy's face was as pale as porcelain, and he was almost fused with Bai Xue. Shen Zhixian has a little pain. After all, she is the protagonist she likes, and she is an apprentice who has raised for several years.

He subconsciously wanted to touch the young boy's face, and he could not touch anything. However, the young man seemed to feel something, and opened his eyes slightly in this direction, showing a little confused look.

The next moment the scene suddenly changed, Shen Zhixian felt only a flower in front of him, and the little boy covered with blood fell to the ground, convulsed, and looked up at him hardly.

"Master ..." The young boy's face was humble and desperate, and he sobbed and prayed, "Please ..."

His body was full of wounds, slashed by swords, and bloody. He was in extreme pain, and his voice was hoarse. "Please ... please let your disciples ..."

Shen Zhixian was so trembling that she felt so distressed that she had to hug the young man up and down, but the other person was one step faster than him--

The indifferent man in white walked past him casually, stood in front of the young man, looked down at him, and raised the sword slowly and relentlessly.

The sharp point of the sword rested on one of the few intact skins of the juvenile, and lightly, blood beads popped out.

Shen Zhixian looked at the other "self" in shock, after lightly cutting off the young man's spiritual roots, she seemed to have lost interest. She threw the sword away and left indifferently. She felt that the whole soul was shaking, and the scene was again I did n’t pay attention to it when I thought about it-no wonder!

That's it!

In a split second, all mysteries were solved. Why did the young boy repel him and even show hatred when he first thought about it? That's because Yan Jin was born again!

Why Yan Jin is so deep in him and still so guarded and alienated for more than three years, because, in Yan Jin's eyes, he is the murderer who broke his soul and killed him in previous lives!

Shen Zhixian returned to his consciousness and returned to God for a moment. After seeing that, Jin Jin was about to be unable to hold on, and he quickly found out how to feed him.

But Yan Jin was very uncooperative, struggling constantly, avoiding the torture in the dream. Shen Zhixian almost couldn't hold back anymore, so he managed to feed Lingdan to him.

Fortunately, the four elders asked for Lingdan, even if Yan Jin's promotion failed this time, it would not be too hurtful.

The elixir turned into a fluid at the entrance, quickly acting, and the spirits colliding around gradually calmed down. Yan Jin's body was still slightly convulsing, but apparently she was slowly calming down.

"Master ..." Shen Zhixian still patted his back gently and slowly as he coaxed Xiao Yan Jin three years ago. He heard the sound of "Huh?" Subconsciously.

He thought that Yan Jin was awake, and after pulling away a little distance, he found that Yan Jin was still closing her eyes, and her long eyelashes were covered with beads of sweat.

Shen Zhixian rolled up his sleeves and wiped his sweat for him. He didn't talk. He didn't tremble when he saw that he was fine. He was about to help him lie down, but he yanked his sleeves.

"Master ..." Yan Jin opened her eyes faintly. There was a mist in the black eyes, and she was a little confused, as if still immersed in a dream. He said, "Are you going to kill me?"

Shen Zhixian didn't have the heart to jump, he looked down at him, and it was unclear whether he was still in the dream or was awake.

There was a trace of tiredness and fragility on the young handsome face. He blinked, and the fog under the eyes became thicker. He seemed to be sleeping again, "Master."

Shen Zhixian was surprised.

Qing Qingchun said, "... It hurts. You still kill the disciple with one sword." He gasped, almost muttering, "It's over with one sword ..."

The epilogue gradually dissipated, Yan Jin let go of her hand, closed her eyes, and drew her neck like a utter stance.

His sword rested next to the bed.

Whether he or Shen Zhixian, you can touch it with a hand.

Yan Jin's aura gradually calmed down, almost diffused-that was a sign of failure to advance, because Yan Jin could not get out of his dream.

Shen Zhixian pursed his lips, reached for the long sword, and held his hand. He gently and strongly put the hilt of his sword in his palm, with a little force, to hold him firmly.

"Open your eyes."

Yan Jin opened his eyes blankly.

"Look down."

Yan Jin obeyed one command and one action, looking down at the sword.

Shen Zhixian covered his hand with one hand, and held the scabbard with him, holding the scabbard with the other hand, with a little force, the sword came out of the sheath half a rule, Ling Jianguang brought a little chill.

"Did you see that?" Shen Zhixian calmly said, "Giving you a sword for the division is not for you to persuade. Whoever wants to bully you is pulling a sword."

As soon as the voice fell, Reiki suddenly surged up again. Yan Jin heard clearly that the barrier in the Reiki Sea that held him in place was cracking.