It’s Not Easy Being a Master

After the test sword meeting was over, Shen Zhixian re-closed again on the grounds of a heart attack and conditioning his body.

Several disciples who were sent by Song Ye to ask Yan Shen what to do were about to kneel. In the past few days, they came to Wufeng to see Shen Zhixian countless times, and they were turned away every time. Disposal, Wufeng has nothing to say.

The little disciple even wanted to break into it directly-of course, only to think about it, Yan Jin holding a sword at the door!

Although Brother Yan seemed to have no expression, the young disciples clearly felt a murderous look.

There was a murderous spirit of "say no more, no more questions and all fights".

The little disciples ran away in fright.

Yan Jin was not murderous for no reason. Other little disciples did not know the truth and thought that Shen Zhixuan was really in retreat. Only Yan Jin knew that Shen Zhixian was just avoiding not wanting to see him.

On the seventh day that Shen Zhixian could not close the door, Yan Jin finally knelt at the door and shouted "Master".

There was still no response.

Yan Jin was silent for a long time, and she gave her her head a serious three times, whispering, "Master, the disciples are gone."

In the end, he didn't dare to persecute Shen Zhixian. Shen Zhixian didn't want to see him. He just left, and after a while, the master's anger was gone ...

Yan Jin stood up, too much happened during this time, maybe he should leave for a while and calm down ... Master, old.

He chewed these two words and walked back upset. His pace was not as smooth as usual, and his response was not as sharp as usual. He closed the window for many days and quietly opened a slit to reveal a greenness. .

After Yan Jin's figure completely disappeared, the window slit closed quietly again. After a while, the door squeaked open and a young man in white came out.

He has a beautiful appearance, his eyes are clear and clear, and when he leisurely shakes the folding fan, he is a little bit angry with books-it is the kind of book that draws swords and can write with pen.

Xigui is wanton and wanton, as if it is two contradictory words used to describe him, but there is no sense of disobedience.

He walked out in a leisurely pace, took a deep breath, and a relaxed smile on his lips: "... don't leave again, I'm almost gonna die in the house."

The door was half-covered, and you could see Shen Zhixian sitting at the table in the room, raising his hand to pour tea, with a calm posture.

The young man in white folded the fan, knocked at the door, and dumbfounded Shen Zhixuan in the room, set aside the tea cup, and turned to look over.

"Elder Shen, I'm bothering you during this time!" The young man in white casually made a puppet, and the people in the room raised their hands with a gentle expression in return, and when they raised their hands, their sleeves flicked, and the fragrant lingering.

The young man in white carefully looked at the people in the house for a moment, and finally he felt relieved, folded his sleeves, and turned away smartly.

...

But speaking of this, Yan Jin went down the mountain silently, turned around and looked at the mountain peak that had lived for several years, her heart was completely confused.

Although he had been planning to leave, when the day really came, he was at a loss.

I didn't know what to do for a while.

Yan Jin left this time, except Shen Zhixian, who didn't tell anyone else, so no one gave it away.

He came all by himself a few years ago, but at this time he was alone, except for a sword, two suits, a few spirit stones, and nothing else.

Standing for a moment in silence, Yan Jin stooped to pick up a dead branch, tossed it, and went in the direction it pointed.

Because there is no specific direction, Yan Jin did not buy a mount to hurry like other disciples who went out to practice—of course, the biggest reason was that he was so shy.

In fact, Shen Zhixian has never treated him with a bit of money. In addition to the usual monthly money given to his close disciples, Shen Zhixian often allocates a lot of spiritual stones to him from his own private library.

However, Yan Jin hasn't used it for many years. She just kept it there, and only took it out early, and bought Shen Zhixuan's soft jade couch and white jade table. In the end there were a few spirit stones left, which he brought out.

Not willing to use it, it is a memorial.

So the first thing Yan Jin left to go out to practice was to go to a small old man at the foot of the mountain and work for three days at his house. He finally got some compensation—copper A few strings, a few pieces of broken silver.

Grandpa lives alone, and the family is wealthy and has no shortage of money. Although Yan Jin is taciturn, he is willing to work hard to make Grandpa appreciate him. Grandpa even wants to introduce his granddaughter to him. It was quite regrettable after being rejected. The land gave him a lot of money as compensation.

Yan Jin thanked her seriously, and only took a little, then she said goodbye.

The poor and impassable Qing Yunzong, a personal disciple of Yan Jin, went to work all the way, the journey was extremely slow. When he arrived in another town not far from Qing Yunzong, he finally had a little money to spend extravagantly. Inn.

He randomly chose a small inn to live in, but unexpectedly when paying the money-a group of more than a dozen people rushed in and rushed in before anyone said: "Boss boss! Is there any room available! Six rooms!" "

The owner of the inn just handed the receipt to Yan Jin, and it was difficult to hear the words: "There are five left ..."

The group immediately became frustrated. A young boy rubbed his head annoyed, rubbed his hair into a mess, and mumbled, "Ah, what's gone ..."

In a blink of an eye, he saw the paper in Yan Jin's hands, and the sword in Yan Jin's waist. Guessing that he was a sword repairer, his eyes flashed, and he immediately came over and looked at him sternly: "This Taoist friend, Would you like to give this room to us? We are peers who do not want to be separated ... There is an inn in front of which there are three first-class rooms. If you are willing to change, we are willing to pay for your accommodation. "

This line of young men looks young, and the young boy who talks is also fifteen or sixty years old. He looks very clever and happy, with a sword around his waist. Who is the young man who comes out and uses his experience as a play? Disciples.

Yan Jin was silent for a moment, not knowing what to think, and retired the room just settled in silence.

The young man was overjoyed, and he would give him money when he felt the money bag. He waved his hand and refused. Then he turned out of the inn and walked to the other side.

He wanted to find another ordinary inn, but the cheap inn was full, and there were only three first-class inns left by the young man.

Yan Jin could only go there, and suddenly used half of her money.

He didn't feel bad about the money at all. Just to save trouble, he decided to eat dinner at the inn. After a brief rest in the room, he put down the flat bag and just went downstairs with his sword.

It was dinner time, and the downstairs was very lively. The boss is said to be a story lover, and a storyteller is required to tell the story every day.

Today, the storyteller didn't know what story was told, which caused a listener to be more genuine and to have a theory with him.

"Mr. Old, what are you talking about?" This was said by a man in white. With his back to Yan Jin, he sat idly beside the storyteller, watching the action seem to be leisurely. Ran the folding fan.

The storyteller is an old man with a long beard or a grumpy old man: "What's wrong with the old man talking about a book? The street is full of those two words, and the old man loves to talk about the two of them. What's wrong?"

The man in white wore a panic motion, and sat up slightly, as if a little surprised: "These two words are all over the street? What are they?"

The storyteller probably really liked "the two", and when he heard the words, he suddenly snorted, and took out a thick stack of books from the table under a joke, resting it on the table, and pressing the book cherishly. Horns, and then hesitantly: "Look at yourself."

The man in white casually took the book and looked at it. He didn't take it seriously at first. Who knew that the more straight his back became, the more his face became woody. After turning two pages, he changed directly to the next one. After changing a few books, I finally threw the book angrily: "Who writes a ghost!"

In this fall, several books came out of the cover, and people who watched the excitement read the title of the book: "What about me and Master? Days living with Master? Gentle Master and Xiaojiao? ... "

He made a short "ah" sound, excited: "Isn't this a series of textbooks written by Qingyun Baixiaosheng? It's so beautiful, I didn't **** it!

The Qingyun Baixiaosheng is notorious, and the person who loves to listen to stories and gossip at the scene knows him.

"Ah, I know that too! Who wrote the master and apprentice ... oh, what a good job!"

"Yes, what a beautiful apprenticeship it is-then, has Master slept his apprentice?"

"Maybe it may seem like it hasn't yet. As I said last time, Master is admiring the moon and a pot of sake is falling. He stunned slightly and called his apprentice with a narrow squint ...

"... Yeah! Shout apprentice! Is this to be drunk?"

"What happened later?"

Storytelling Laoer woke up with a shot, and continue to talk.

-Pay off Yun Baixiaosheng!

I'm afraid others don't know who the prototype is!

A little disciple who is not sensible writes here blindly, and when he looks back, he catches a fat meal.

People in white—Shen Zhixian squeezed the folding fan crunchily, listening calmly to their discussions.

He just flipped through those few words of Fang Cai, because of the name of "Qingyun", he immediately recognized that the prototype of the two protagonists was him and Yan Jin-there were several small things there, he and Yan What happened to Jin is not bad at all.

However, unlike his imaginative propaganda, harmony, and apprenticeship for a better future, how does this book of Rush write ...

How angry?

Although Qing Yun Bai Xiaosheng didn't write it clearly, based on Shen Zhixian's experience of reading novels for many years, he can see at a glance that there are some subtle emotions between Master and apprentice in his pen.

Even the master and apprentice could write a lingering look at the sword for ten thousand years. The apprentice gave the master a bowl of medicine, and the bowl seemed to be filled with a sorrowful wine.

Shen Zhixian: "?????"

-He will go back immediately without delay! To clean up the portal! Try to catch this little disciple who is addicted to fools! Assign him to grow melons in the field!

When the storyteller talked about the rise, his beard shook, and he said in an ups and downs, "... The apprentice read a book in the room, and heard the Master call him. Master, drunk with shimmering eyes ... "

More and more outrageous.

Shen Zhixian cleared her throat with a light cough, replaced the waking wood with a folding fan, and knocked on the table sternly, "Old gentleman, can't you say something positive and optimistic?"

Once again interrupted, the beard of the old storyteller was trembling with anger this time. He grabbed Awake with one hand and threw him, discouraged, "How can you young man talk so much? Can you speak for you!"

Shen Zhixian evaded a bit, and corrected him with a smile: "These words are all wrong, the teacher and the apprentice are good. How can there be so many strange and weird things, you should promote the simple and honest teachers between the apprentices. Apprenticeship, encourage everyone to respect the teacher and protect the disciples.

I heard next time that the book was listening, and the boss was interrupted several times. The boss who had been unable to restrain his face became unbearable. He sank his face and began to slap the table: "Who are you? This book has nothing to do with you, how can you say so much? "

Shen Zhixian coughed again, narrowing his smile, and straightly said, "No talent, no name, nothing worth mentioning, but unfortunately, the little apprentice in this book is my distant cousin, I really don't see him being so misunderstood as a teacher ... "

The crowd was frightened by his serious look. For a while, he felt that what he said was all true, or that the old man had lived a long time and looked at it. After a moment, he immediately returned to God and frowned and asked him: "What's your name?"

Shen Zhixian shook off the folding fan and shook, stood up and walked two steps, his expressions were chic and romantic: "The old nest knows Liang Liangyan, and he meets every year and age-seeing you at every age, idle words, noble rivers and lakes .Look at your discussion, you all know who the Master apprentice is in the book. You can go to Qing Yunzong to find the apprentice to see if he knows my cousin. "

——Yan Jin has no idea where to go. They can find talented people.

Shen Zhixian thought leisurely, watching with satisfaction the people around him with a contemplative look, and just when a smile appeared on his mouth, he heard the sound of a shudder, the sound of a tea cup falling into pieces.

Who scared this?

Shen Zhixian turned his head to look, but as soon as he turned around, he felt a dark face, and a face that he thought would never appear here appeared in front of him.

My heart suddenly popped up, this is probably the feeling behind the gossip being caught. Shen Zhixian took a step back subconsciously. Who knew that the next moment he was tightly held by his wrist, and the young man's tight voice sounded in his ear: "—— See you at the age?"

Sudden changes occurred, and the people around the theater were stunned, and the scene was silent for a while, and the lively sight of various suspicious and curious gossips staggered.

Yan Jin pursed her lips and stared at the strange face for a moment. Perceived that the man in white seemed to have the intention to shake off his hand, he gripped the slender wrist more and more vigorously, unable to relax at all, and dragged the person upstairs without a word.

With a bang, the door was knocked open.

With a bang, the door was closed.

Shen Zhixian raised his hand slightly, and worked hard to earn, but did not break free, but was pushed by the young man against the door, and Shen Rumo's eyes stared at him tightly, without blinking.

A slight rapid breathing sounded in his ear.

Behind was the hard door panel, and in front of it was the youth who was full of oppressive and threatening approach. His wrists were still tightly clasped, and he could not move on the door panel.

Shen Zhixian frowned, and suddenly felt something bad.