It’s Not Easy Being a Master

On the last day of the Sword Contest, it was over in a mess.

Elder Shen "fainted" was picked up by his apprentice. In countless shocking sights, Yan Jin directly picked up the person, leaving only a sentence "Song Yan Shen also asked Song Zongzhu to decide", and hurried away.

Song Yan was so annoyed that the corner of the table on the other side was also cut off.

In front of the eyes, he could only tell Yan Shen to be locked in the Zongmen dungeon and wait for disposal. But in this way, Yan Shen would not be able to "accidentally", after all, a person is under his nose, and if something goes wrong, he must be talked about.

Song Xuan hated others for his gossip, especially because he lacked the ability to compare with anyone. Whenever he hears it, he will bear it in his heart, and in the future, he will find an opportunity to return quietly with revenge.

After handing over the rest of the matter to several elders, Song Ye took the blue tendons that were bubbling up on his head, and left with a cold face, and left his sleeves—not because he didn't want to maintain the kind and steady image of the sovereign, he was afraid to stay. , To spit blood!

What kind of person you really are, you can teach any kind of apprentice!

An arrogant person like Shen Zhixian has no apprentices!

Song Kun returned to the room, so angry that he lifted the table, the cup shattered to the ground, his chest was undulating, his face was as dark as the bottom of the pot.

How did things develop into what they are today? !!

When Shen Zhixian was in the limelight, he could only peep in secret like a mouse in the gutter, suffering from great disparities in strength. Later, it was difficult for him to wait until something happened to Shen Zhixian.

In the first few years, he was quite smooth, holding the shelf of a good suzerain and a good brother. Although Shen Zhixuan was cold to him, he consciously managed it.

But since the failure of the Tibetan sword Pavilion, he felt that Shen Zhixian began to gradually return to the original look, every move, every smile, revealing the superior and noble!

In front of Shen Zhixian, even if he is expensive, he seems to be inferior to him!

Song Yan was annoyed and hated. Tea was drenched in the corner of his robe, and it was cold and cold, and his expression gradually became cold.

He has never retreated since doing those things that year.

Retreat is dead, lose is dead.

He has only one way, and that is to go forward.

...

Five peaks, inside the summit hut.

Smelling the familiar bitterness, Shen Zhixuan has never known whether he should continue to pretend to be dizzy or "wake up".

If he continues to faint, his intimate apprentice will fill him with a pot of elixir. If he "woke up", Yan Jin may be more forgiving and allow him to drink only half.

Suddenly, Shen Zhixian, who felt the smashing of his own feet, slammed a low voice, and moved the hands resting on the bedside, and opened his eyes slowly.

The long eyelashes trembled, and there was still a layer of mist under the eyes. Shen Zhixian's eyes were blank for a while, before focusing on the young man in front of him, "Ajin ...?"

The youth's original serious and worried look suddenly relaxed halfway, revealing a smile he had not even noticed, although the smile was fleeting, and it was too fast to catch.

He set the elixir aside, and after holding Shen Zhixuan to sit up, he went to bring the cup.

When Shen Zhixian lifted his hand, he could hold the youth's wrist, coughed softly, and said in a dumb voice, "I don't need to drink."

Yan Jin paused and looked back, apparently disapproving, but Shen Zhixuan was firmer than him, shook his head, squinted his eyes, and set off his unwillingness to drink.

Yan Jin couldn't help it. Shen Zhixian was awake, and he didn't dare to feed it. He had to ask, "Master, how do you feel?"

Knowing what he was asking, Shen Zhixian moved a little bit—the inner spirit. The original body was in the tenth-order state before his heart ailment. The spiritual power was pure and majestic. The heart ill only prevented him from using his spiritual power frequently and did not dissipate his accumulated spiritual power over the years.

That magical energy was trapped in the corner by his spirit, and was slowly consumed. According to Shen Zhixian's current situation, it is probably not a day or two.

Shen Zhixian shook her head. "It doesn't matter."

He looked at Yan Jin and whispered, "Ajin, did you already know?"

——I have long known that there is magic in the body, and I even want to use this magic to do something.

Yan Jin tightened her lips and snorted softly.

"Strictly framed by you, you don't even have to argue--why?"

Yan Jin could not tell a lie to Shen Zhixuan, but could not say a word.

Shen Zhixian could not answer for a long time, and then sighed. There was obvious disappointment and helplessness in his tone, and he simply said for him: "This magical qi is not in your body for a day or two. You notice that it is inappropriate, but let it develop ... … Do you want to come to the demon and retreat from the spot on the spot? Since then, you have to break with the division? "

"Master, I ..." I didn't know which word poked Yan Jin, his lips moved, and it was difficult, "I ... disciple ... I'm not ..."

But Shen Zhixian never gave him a chance to explain. He seemed to be discouraged and finally gave up, his eyes were exhausted, his eyes narrowed, and he murmured, "I know you have ambition in your heart and want to leave for a long time. Today, I don't want to stop you anymore. After you have cleaned up, you will go to practice it yourself. "

He didn't even want to say that he was a teacher. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were calm and quiet, and he could only see a little sigh. Shen Zhixian said, "I'm willing to come back in the future, as you like."

Yan Jin suddenly opened her eyes and couldn't believe what she heard. He stepped forward suddenly, hitting his knee against the bedside, making a loud noise, and hearing Shen Zhixian silently hurt him, but he was unconscious, and only carefully asked: "Master, you, you are in a hurry Are the disciples going? "

The tone was astringent but astringent, like a beast that was about to be abandoned.

——The little hedgehog is about to be hooked.

Shen Zhixian laughed in his heart, but his face was full of embarrassment and helplessness, he whispered: "The world is big, you are afraid to go out and you do not want to come back. If you still want to come back, you are willing to recognize me as a master ... "

Shen Zhixian paused deliberately, and sure enough he caught a glimmer of light in Yan Jin's eyes. He smiled mildly, sat slightly upright, and slowly felt a piece of paper out of the pillow-side storage bag.

"If you are still willing to recognize me as a master, then we might as well conclude this deed."

A piece of paper with thin, thin wings was sandwiched between the long, white fingers, slightly yellow, and the edges were uneven, and I did not know where it was torn off, a worn page.

Yan Jin moved her gaze to the piece of paper, hesitated for a moment, and took it carefully.

This piece of paper is not very well preserved, and the words on it are blurred. You need to recognize them carefully to see what is written on them.

"This is what I got by chance. Jomo is a contract between master and disciple, and I pondered, if you want, we will end it."

Because it is a residual page, the above content is not complete. The first half is the method of the settlement. The few lines in the second half seem to be the effect of the settlement. The general idea is that after the settlement, the two parties cannot hurt each other. One day punishment.

There was another line at the end, which was too vague, and Yan Jin pondered for a long time before faintly recognizing a few words.

… With one heart, never let go.

He was confused by Shen Zhixuan's words, and subconsciously followed Shen Zhixian's words.

Master and apprentice contract ... Between the master and the apprentice, they should be united together, so as not to hurt each other, as if ... there seems to be nothing wrong with it.

Yan Jin thought rudely, this contract is really suitable for them both.

He pinched Zhang Cani, and suddenly felt that the road was blank but he didn't know where to go.

The Master wants him to leave ...

Obviously this is the result that he has been craving for a long time, but why is it really uncomfortable in his heart after being told by Shen Zhixian?

Even the faint idea of ​​not wanting to leave.

There was a clump of weed in his mind, and he desperately pulled it, making excuses for himself-yes!

See you soon!

See you again!

He hasn't figured out what happened to the "seen-year-old" that he had heard dimly that day. He was the one he had missed for two lives. !!

The face of the white man in front of him is completely different from the person in the memory-no, the memory is too chaotic, two lifetimes ... like more than two lifetimes, many memories are mixed together, he has many things he ca n’t remember, just by Appearance, it is impossible to judge what.

He had vague speculations but did not dare to verify it. The feeling of cowardice in his hometown was reflected most in him.

Fearing, hesitating, painting the ground as a prison on the edge of the truth, trapping himself in a chaotic memory and unable to escape.

"——Ajin?"

Seeing the youth in front of him changing, Shen Zhixian's tone was a little hesitant-what's wrong? What flower did he see in the contract?

This broken page was long and boring. He turned it over when he was looking for a book in the original old study. At that time, the page was randomly sandwiched in a whimsical book, if he just turned it over. A few pages, I really can't find this thing.

Immediately after recognizing the above words, he immediately pondered and thought that this was probably a contract that could protect his own safety. It was written above that the two people who agreed would not hurt each other—this was not the right thing for him and Yan Jin. What!

Shen Zhixian immediately checked the origin of the contract. However, the paper was too worn out, and the original body didn't know where it came from. He didn't even have a name. He checked for a long time and had nothing to do with.

After a long time, I gradually forget it. The reason why I think about it again is because of Yan Jin's **** in the hot spring.

He felt Yan Jin's killing heart clearly and clearly.

So this page was found again. After some thought, Shen Zhixian finally made a decision and began to prepare for it.

Waiting for this day.

"A Jin is unwilling, just let it go. Everyone has his own will, and I shouldn't force it ..." Shen Zhixian suddenly coughed, leaning forward slightly, as if to cough out the whole heart and lungs, and the sound was hoarse. Already.

After finally stopping the cough, Shen Zhixian muffled his voice, and sighed again, "... I didn't give up the mentorship between the master and the disciples of the past few years, but since you are unintentional, even ... hehe!"

This dose of fierce medicine was applied in the right way. Yan Jin was so coughed that he would fly away. He couldn't even care about the fallen page, and patted Shen Zhixuan's back carefully. Saying: "Knot ... Knot! Master, don't be angry, disciple Knot is ..."

-The little hedgehog is hooked.

Biting the hook, he ran towards the direction he wanted.

This pretending cough was also very tired. Shen Zhixian calmed down a bit, and was reluctantly fed with two sips of elixir, and he gasped and pushed away Yan Jin's hand, "The knot will burn incense ... Go get the small incense burner over there. "

Yan Jin did not dare to disobey him and took things obediently.

It was a small incense burner with a large palm. It looked bland, only hollowed out with some patterns. Shen Zhixian held him in his hand, and gently lifted the lid. I didn't know what was burning inside, there was a delicate layer of gray, a faint aroma smelt and it was a little familiar.

Yan Jin suddenly lifted his eyes and looked at Shen Zhixian-this aroma, when Shen Zhixian summoned the sword spirit, he had heard it!

Some doubts finally appeared on his face, irresistible: "Master, this is ..."

"傀儡 木." Shen Zhixian closed the lid, and returned the incense burner to the past. "Wood can make puppets, like real people. Grey can make illusions, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false—go to disperse them under the cliff. Now. "

Yan Jin took over the small incense burner and suddenly understood something, her voice was a bit dry: "Master, only those sword spirits ..."

"... Ajin, this stinky pig!"

Yan Shen's voice suddenly sounded, Yan Jin subconsciously looked at the sound, but as a result, green grass buds flew in from the window, and flew along.

"Badly bad! Very bad!" This time changed to the voice of the burly youth.

Yan Jin froze for a moment, even if the reaction came back—Since the sword spirit is made of Tochigi, the so-called "truth" is just an illusion created by the Master, and the dialogue between Yanshen and Moxiu ...

Little grass bud is really, you can learn anything!

Yan Jin had a slight smile under his eyes. After the smile disappeared, he felt his eyes were a little moist and his heart was astringent. He was silent for a moment, grasped the small incense burner and went out. When he walked to the door, He heard Shen Zhixuan's voice.

One after the other, there are two.

"A Jin is a little hedgehog!"

"... Okay, you listen."