It’s Not Easy Being a Master

Shen Zhixian is so angry these days.

The white jade table he liked very much, I don't know which bunny was chopped it-half of it, the crack is smooth and smooth, and at first glance, it is a sword killing, and there it is, poor and helpless.

Shen Zhixian, who was so angry that he had a heartache, analyzed it with a shred of cocoon, and felt that he had the courage to come up to the top and dare to pull his sword ...

Only his villain Yan Jin.

Xiao Caoya looked at his angry look, probably it was fun. When the two leaves trembled, he pretended to hold a sword, learned Yan Jin's posture that day, slammed, and then bowed and bent, receiving Like a wound, it simulates the sound of a blood spurt— "Oh!"

Shen Zhixian was slightly distracted by it, flipping the small grass bud pretending to be groundless, and said, "What are you doing?"

Xiao Caoya saw that she had successfully attracted Shen Zhixian's attention, and she was revived immediately, performing with renewed vigor— 唰 —— 噗 ——fall down—

Shen Zhixian understood the meaning of it, his expression was slightly frozen, his brows were slightly hesitant and hesitant.

After Yan Jin split his white jade table, he vomited blood?

what happened? Yan Jin was also injured?

In deep contemplation, Shen Zhixian also forgot that the elixir in his hand was filled with unbelievable spirits, and poured it all at once. His face suddenly changed, and a pile driver was installed in his head. He had Venus in his eyes, a sudden pain in his brain, and forgot everything for a while.

At this moment, the door was lightly tapped, and Yan Jin called out, "Master."

Shen Zhixian swallowed the last bite of the elixir, and tried his best to calm himself down before deliberately lowering his voice: "Come in."

When Yan Jin came in, what he saw was his recently fragile Master, leaning loosely on the soft couch, covered with a thin quilt on his knees, holding a scroll in his hand, and glancing over.

"Ajin can't even get used to the white jade table of the teacher now. Is it going to be fun if you split it?"

Yan Jin froze for a moment before reacting. He pursed his lips and whispered: "The disciples are here ..."

In the second half of the sentence, he spoke too softly, Shen Zhixian didn't hear clearly, and when he wanted to ask, he had silently put the fruit that Shen Zhixian used to eat, and left silently.

Shen Zhixian turned the book on the couch and looked at the plate of fruit, frowning, thinking about the second half of the sentence.

Then he knew quickly that Yan Jin's departure was originally to try to compensate him.

Yan Jin's action is very fast, but a few days later, a new white jade table appeared in the yard. In addition to the stone table, Yan Jin also got a warm jade soft couch, just next to the stone table, under the big tree. , Convenient for Shen Zhixuan to rest and drink tea.

Shen Zhixian quietly called Wufeng to manage the financial affairs. Upon asking, I realized that these Yan Jin were exchanged with all the spiritual stones he had saved in recent years. In addition to the monthly money, Shen Zhixian would allocate a lot of pocket money to Yan Jin. Yan Jin actually didn't use much, they were all there, and I'll change them back now.

Although the quality is not the best, it is already the best thing Yan Jin can get.

When Shen Zhixian knew about this, why did you sigh leisurely, then lay down on the soft couch with peace of mind, rolled up a small quilt, and slept in the warm sun.

...... I have to say that Yan Jin is usually sullen, and it is very clear to touch his preferences, and these things are arranged in accordance with his heart.

In the afternoon of this day, the warm sun and the warmth are a good time to sleep and sleep.

The four elders urged him not to work any more, to rest in peace, but Shen Zhixian had no choice but to say to the outside that he was going to retreat.

In fact, Shen Zhixian is now lazy as a salted fish every day-his latest favorite is the warm jade soft bed that Yan Jin specially tribute to, and often he lays there for most of the day. When he wakes up, he reads the book and looks tired. After that, he held the scroll in his hand, pulled a little quilt, and fell asleep.

When he slumbered, his hands became loose, and the book fell down. When he was standing against the ground, he was easily caught by another knuckled hand and carefully rested on the stone table.

Shen Zhixian was half asleep and half awake, but she knew Yan Jin was here. Coincidentally, he was thirsty, and he kept calling him: "Ajin, water ..."

Yan Jin obediently poured water for him, helped him to sit up, put the cup against his lips, and Shen Zhixian took a sip without any precaution. Suddenly, the whole person woke up: "Water, don't you." "

The villain was unmoved: "The four elders said that they should drink this every day."

Shen Zhixian took a deep breath, trying to drop the cup, thinking about the recent sick person's setup, holding it up, half of his hand was raised, and his fingers were pinched, and he pushed away Yan Jin's hand lazily, pretending to be weak: " That won't drink. "

Yan Jin didn't force him to drink either, set the cup down and helped him to sit on the soft couch, hesitating for a moment, "Master, that day ..."

--Again.

As soon as he heard this opening, Shen Zhixian immediately knew the following-Yan Jin wanted to know who the phantom he saw that day and what they said.

Speaking of Yan Jin's indifferent temperament, how could he care so much about it this time? It has been repeatedly mentioned for several days, although Shen Zhixian has been quietly leading the topic every time.

It is not a big deal to tell Yan Jin that the phantom is a former suzerain, mainly what the phantom said ... the amount of information is too great, he will not be able to figure it out for a while, and he ca n’t say whether it is with him or not Yan Jin listened.

According to the phantom, even if the original body has a heart disease, the former lord's most important thing is still the original body, and even supporting Song Kun as the master is only a temporary suspending measure. When the original body and mind are better, the son still wants Song Kun to return Back.

But Song Yan ...

Shen Zhixian lowered his eyes, and Song Jiu Jiu Jiu was unwilling. He and Shen Zhixian had never mentioned the token and returned the sovereign.

According to memory, the original body didn't even know that there was such an agreement between the former sovereign and Song Yan, not even the token was known.

This is very strange. For such an important matter, did the former suzerain say nothing to the original body?

In addition, what makes Shen Zhixian feel weird is the change of the original body itself.

Since the onset of that day, he has merged some memories.

From that discontinuous memory segment, Shen Zhixian realized that there was actually a little name in his original body, and he was called Suijian, just like the vest he wore before the book. However, this name seems to be used only when the original body goes out for training. Few people in Zongmen know it, not even Song Yan.

-This is so coincidental!

Shen Zhixian suppressed the grotesque feeling at the bottom of her heart and continued to meditate.

The original body was so shocked that it was extremely charming. Why did you lose your heart immediately when you had a heart attack? The practice went a long way without saying a word, and your temperament became weird. The days were cloudy and unpredictable.

It's not completely hopeless, how can you suddenly turn a cheerful and handsome young man into a look like this?

Shen Zhixian wanted to be enchanted, and he was in a daze for a long time.

Yan Jin was anxious, not only worried that Shen Zhixuan did not answer, but also feared that the result he heard was not what he wanted, and he was extremely distressed for a moment.

Fortunately, after Shen Zhixian thought about it, he was refreshed, feeling the anxiety of Yan Jin, he groaned for a moment, and decided to reveal a little bit, it can be considered to appease Yan Jin: "That phantom, did you see?"

Yan Jin was refreshed and immediately replied: "I saw it, it was ..."

"It's Wen Sovereign. Song Jun's previous Sovereign."

Yan Jin paused for a moment before saying: "Also ... Your Master?"

Shen Zhixian bowed his head, while the order was over, he didn't say more.

Yan Jin managed to let him relax, and naturally asked immediately: "Zong Zong ... what did you say to you? Did he ... mention anyone?"

His expression changed calmly, with some urgency and urgency, and Shen Zhixian gazed tightly in his eyes, without blinking.

His eyes were burning, and Shen Zhixian was suffocated for a moment. He almost spoke out everything in accordance with the other party's intentions. When he reached his mouth, a rushing spirit swallowed back, raised his hand and touched his nose, as if nothing had happened: "Some gossip is not important."

As soon as the voice fell, Yan Jin was interrupted hurriedly, "No, it must not be." He rarely had such an anxious expression, although he calmed down after an instant.

However, in the next instant, Yan Jin propped herself up next to Shen Zhixian, leaning her upper body slightly forward, leaning over in a very oppressive posture, a pair of black pupils fixedly looked at Shen Zhixian, her temperament changed to the usual low-key and calmness. It seemed a bit sharp and persecuted.

He asked decisively: "What did he say to Master?"

The two were not far away, Yan Jin bullied himself forward again, and the distance between the two was drawn a lot closer. Shen Zhixian was forced by his sight to unconsciously want to step back. However, he was on a soft couch, basically Nowhere to return.

The strong and hot breath that belonged to the young man caught him all at once. Shen Zhixian even felt that the other person's breath was sprayed on his cheek, hot and hot.

At that moment, he suddenly realized clearly that his little apprentice had grown up.

At that time, the small boy who had reached the height of his shoulders and was always bullied by fellow stumbling blocks had grown up unknowingly.

He has grown into a man who can make him feel threatened and dangerous just by being close.

Shen Zhixian suddenly felt a stun in his heart. This feeling was different from the throbbing at the time of the heart attack. The heart palpitations before the heart attack only made him feel pain and suffering, but at this time it made him ...

Shen Zhixian couldn't describe this feeling. Those who were used as model essays from childhood to big essay first tasted the taste of poor words.

He lifted his eyes and saw Yan Jin still looking at him momentarily, and immediately took out the killer 锏 —brown frowned slightly, and coughed his head, just like he was out of breath.

Yan Jin really eats his set, and the momentum instantly converges a lot, watching Shen Zhixuan nervously: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Zhixian pushed him away, rubbing his eyebrows, and put on a tired look. "Some tired ..."

So this topic was once again separated, Yan Jin pursed her lips, and did not dare to ask any more. She forced herself to endure the anxiety in her heart, and she needed to help Shen Zhixuan go back to the house: "It ’s getting late, it ’s a bit cold, and Master returned to the house stop."

Shen Zhixian was reluctant. The room was stuffy. He liked to blow the cool wind outside. But he has gone too far in the past few days. He is obviously very good, but Yan Jin is still pretending to be so weak. He is worried that he is cold, and insists on helping him back.

Shen Zhixian closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, leaving him alone.

Yan Jin stood on the soft couch, and remained silent for a moment, then suddenly bowed, one hand passed through Shen Zhixuan's leg, and one hand wrapped around his shoulder, and he was taken by the whole person with him!

Shen Zhixian was caught in a hurry, and subconsciously stretched his hands around Yan Jin's neck, and suddenly opened his eyes. When he couldn't react for a moment, he watched Yan Jin swiftly and hugged him back to the house.

——Fine. I fell asleep and fell asleep outside these days. When I woke up, I always found that the mystery of returning to the room was solved.

It was only a few steps away, and in the blink of an eye, Shen Zhixian fell on the soft bed. Probably afraid that Shen Zhixian blame him, Yan Jin quickly crowded people into the bed, and immediately respectfully saluted him.

Leaving Shen Zhixuan, who was stunned for a long time, didn't know what to say, twisted the quilt, and laughed abruptly.

He smiled and sighed helplessly.

...

It didn't take long for Shen Zhixian to close the door, and the sword test meeting began.

The test sword conference was held for two months, which was a good time for Qing Yunzong to recruit new disciples. In addition to the small disciples meeting in Zongmen, there are many outsiders who want to worship Qing Yunzong want to register.

Shen Zhixian has no interest in this. He does not lack apprentices, nor does he want to teach any apprentices. He simply has not used the excuse of retreat as an excuse. Only in the last few days did he go for a symbolic period of time. It's no worse than Song Yan.

On the last day, the top three were decided.

The top three may not only be accepted as disciples by the elders or even the suzerain, but they can also go to the Tibetan Sword Pavilion to choose a sword on their own.

I ca n’t be absent today. Even Song Yan will be here today. If he refuses to quit, he will give Song Yan face, let alone today ...

Shen Zhixuan sat on the high platform with a faint look, and casually watched the disciples' competition.

Yan Jin was next to him, sitting slightly behind him and watching silently.

It's been a long time since the battle, the third place has already settled, and the two disciples are still fighting on the stage.

In order to distinguish, the clothes of disciples in Zongmen should be darker, while outsiders' colors are lighter. Shen Zhixuan can easily distinguish their identities, with a slightly raised eyebrow and a little interest.

The one who is gradually gaining the upper hand is light-colored clothes.

There was actually a black horse.

The disciples in Zongmen were trained in the end. How could they have a little advantage during the trial. Not many foreign disciples who could occupy the top three in the past years. So this year came a fierce one?

The disciples in Zongmen gradually fell into disappointment, but his opponents became more and more brave, and finally won the top spot without any surprise.

The disciple in Zongmen who won the second place was not discouraged when he lost. He smiled and congratulated him, and then stepped down, leaving him alone on the stage to accept the applause from all sides.

Next, it was Song Yan or the elder who spoke a few scenes, and then began the disciple selection process that everyone liked, but the young man who had just won the first opened his mouth first, his tone was not humble.

"The disciples ventured and wanted to worship Elder Shen as a teacher."

The noise from the surrounding area suddenly weakened, and in front of the eyes, the burly young man turned his head and fixedly looked at Shen Zhixian.

Shen Zhixian's tea drinking movement slightly moved his eyes slightly.

The burly youth suddenly spoke like this, and all kinds of eyes in all directions flew at him instantly. He calmly put down the cup in his hand, and with a slight click, it became extremely clear on a quiet field.

"Everyone knows Qingyun, I'm a dead person." He said calmly and frankly, completely disregarding the shocked eyes of those around him, "You're fine, you don't have to be under my door."

Shen Zhixuan has a heartache, and indeed many people know it, and it is indeed a pity that many people, but it is the first time that he has spoken it out in such a large crowd.

For a while everyone had a different mind.

The burly young man frowned, apparently unwilling to give up: "The disciples admired Elder Shen for a long time and would like to worship Elder Shen as a teacher."

As soon as his voice fell, Shen Zhixian clearly felt that Yan Jin's momentum changed from the side, and the person who had been calm and restrained suddenly became stern and shivering.

He hesitated for a moment, I don't know what happened to Yan Jin, but at the moment, he didn't know how to ask Yan Jin, and just refused again.

Generally it was repeatedly rejected twice, and the sensible and acquainted person should give up. After all, the more trouble he has, the more he pushes other people who have capital to take him as a disciple.

But the burly young man did not spare himself, but he really wanted to worship Shen Zhixian as a teacher.

Holding the sword in his hand and kneeling down, Shen Zhixian frowned and did not speak, and the scene was extremely embarrassing.

A young disciple who was closer to him saw that the situation was not good, and he whispered: "Elder Shen hasn't accepted a long time, you might as well ..."

The little disciple had lived with him for a long time before, and thought he knew him well. Seeing the Song Zongzhu and other elders, his face was heavy, and the young disciple was a little worried, so he quietly persuaded him.

He was okay not to speak. As soon as he spoke, the burly youth suddenly exploded. As soon as he raised his hand, the sword came out of his sheath, and his backhand was thrown at the young disciple severely!

The little disciple was unprepared for him, and was close enough to have no time to react. With a sigh, the long sword penetrated his chest directly. The speech stopped abruptly, the little disciple opened his eyes wide, and could not make any sound, so he crashed to death without staring!

The sword was so powerful that it passed through the little disciple and flew towards the others behind him.

A group of young disciples were frightened and immediately panicked and shoved each other. The little disciple in front of him died miserably. No one had thought of pulling the sword to block it, or the elder Tie Qing waved his sleeves with a face, and the energy blocked the sword's momentum and hit it to the ground.

The elder shot down the long sword and motioned to the disciples around him to control him in the past.

The burly young man was not afraid of being restrained. He sneered, his temperament suddenly became gloomy and treacherous, hissing like a viper, his eyes looked coldly around him, and he shouted, "Why can't I! This demon repair is all right, and the first place I played out is honest, why not! "

The words Moxiu came out, and everyone rang up.

Suspicious, unbelievable, dazed ... All kinds of eyes gathered on Yan Jin, and even Song Kun and the four other elders looked over.

The three elders and the four elders looked at each other, and there was a hint of worry in each other's eyes. The three elders coughed and asked first: "What's this--"

Before he finished speaking, the mutation was born again, and a person suddenly stumbled in, kneeling in the direction of Shen Zhixian, and shouted exhaustedly: "Master, save me! Disciple Yanshen! I want to sue Yan Jin ! "

He described how embarrassed, his clothes were torn, as if he had just returned from a fight-or the one he lost, blood stains on the bare skin, looking at the description of how embarrassed, how miserable.

Yan Shen took a breath, and continued to yell out the second half: "Yan Jin, he has already been in magic, and even private magic magic, put magic magic in, trying to destroy the sword test conference!"