It's Not Easy Being a Master

As Shen Zhixian had guessed, the matter of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion was finally settled.

Yan Jin was still carrying an unclear scapegoat, and even Shen Zhixian was criticized by the disciples below.

Song Ming probably also knew about it, but he just pretended not to know it, and even condoned it intentionally.

Shen Zhixian had refuted him countless times in front of everyone, without giving him any face. Due to various reasons, Song Ming could only choose to be patient, and he was already full of anger.Even if this matter can't shake Shen Zhixian's position, it's good to make him sick.

So the little disciples discussed more and more vigorously, and there were all kinds of strange rumors.

"Elder Shen seems to like Senior Brother Yan very much recently."

"I've also heard that Elder Shen personally brought people up to the peak, and it is said that he lives next to Elder Shen's house."

"Brother Yan, isn't he finally going to be able to soar into the sky?"

These ordinary disciples couldn't directly call Shen Zhixian their master, but they called each other senior brother Yan affectionately, as if they had never gossiped about Yan Jin behind their backs before, and felt sorry for Yan Jin in various trivial matters.

"I think it's probably true. Speaking of which, Brother Yan seems to have not been to the summit for a long time."

"Elder Shen spared his daily greetings, and it seems that he hasn't taught him swordsmanship for a long time."

"Ah? So that's the case. I just said..."

"Okay, please keep your voice down, Senior Brother Yan might be around here."

When someone climbs, someone will be stepped on.There are always many people in this world who follow the wind and rudder, how these little disciples praised Yan Shen in the past, now they are showing their "goodwill" towards Yan Jin.

Yan Shen hid behind the shadow of the tree, watching the group of young disciples talking and walking, and soon disappeared, his face was as gloomy as the bottom of a pot, and his cheerful temperament in the past was completely gone. five clear fingerprints.

Yan, Jin!

He gritted his teeth and repeated the name over and over again, and dark emotions emerged one by one like poisonous mushrooms in the corner.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly brushed his sleeves and walked in a certain direction without looking back.

—that was not the way back to his house, nor the way to the sword practice, nor the way to anywhere he was supposed to be.

……

Shen Zhixian, who was at the center of the topic, was very calm. He didn't care much about the gossip about himself. What he was more worried about was whether this incident would pierce two more holes in Yan Jin's carefully wounded heart.

Shen Zhixian began to try his best to coax people.

However, Yan Jin was extremely defensive against him. Every time he appeared, the young man's aura would instantly tense up, and his spirit would be tense, like a string that was stretched to the extreme, and would break if touched.

Shen Zhixian felt that his status in Yan Jin's heart was probably not as good as that heartless traitorous grass.

At least the grass was finally allowed to swing by Yan Jin's sleeve after being shot several times by Yan Jin.

Shen Zhixian decided to use a roundabout tactic and Huairou strategy.

Fifteen or sixteen-year-old children, no matter how precocious they are, they will definitely have a soft heart!

Shen Zhixian counted on his fingers in the room.

The Fourth Elder has recently practiced a pot of elixir that can refine spiritual roots. The sect has recently acquired a batch of high-quality cloth brocade, and the cook under Wufeng's name is said to have learned a new dish...

Elder Shen, who is not short of money, waved his hand, buy, buy, buy!Do it!Eat, eat, eat!

The little disciple who came away with a bag of spirit stones in his arms and led him out clearly and respectfully closed the door. Before leaving, he quietly glanced at Yan Jin who was practicing sword in the yard.

Yan Jin just used all her moves, retracted her sword and turned around, noticed this sight, and looked back calmly.

"Hello, Senior Brother Yan!" Ming Yi was shocked by him, subconsciously stood at attention, and said hello.

He was one of the two beginner disciples who were brought up by Shen Zhixian to help clean up the empty house that day, and the other disciple was Ming Li.Shen Zhixian's dexterity probably caught Shen Zhixian's eyes, and both of them were exceptionally promoted as ordinary disciples under Wufeng's name, and Shen Zhixian ordered them to run errands every now and then.

After the two young disciples left the mountain that day, they did not hesitate to donate pocket money and snacks, and asked the surrounding senior brothers and sisters about Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin.

Then they were dumbfounded.

Elder Shen and Senior Brother Yan have a bad relationship?

Elder Shen was the one who beat Senior Brother Yan so badly?

Elder Shen's favorite personal disciple is Senior Brother Yan Shen?

No, they obviously feel that the relationship between Elder Shen and Senior Brother Yan is pretty good!

As for Senior Brother Yan Shen... Although they have just arrived and haven't had much contact with Senior Brother Yan, they can see Elder Shen every day.

Looking at Elder Shen's attitude, he obviously values ​​Senior Brother Yan more, and he changes his ways to deliver things to Senior Brother Yan every day. Fruits should be the freshest, vegetables should be the freshest, and meat should be of the highest quality. Ask to be kneaded into various shapes.

It is said that it is to make Senior Brother Yan like to eat more.

The disciples all said that Elder Shen was uncertain and not easy to mess with, but they clearly felt that Elder Shen was... quite cute.

He also wants to be a personal disciple, and he also wants to eat small steamed buns in the shape of pigs, because he happens to be a pig!Mingyi is obediently standing in front of Yan Jin holding a bag of spirit stones, but unfortunately he has mediocre aptitude, Senior Brother Yan Mingyu is in front, Elder Shen must have looked down on him, he might as well have a good relationship with Senior Brother Yan!

Maybe Senior Brother Yan will invite him to eat a small pig bun when he is happy.

"Brother Yan, do you want some water?"

Yan Jin shook his head, thanked him in a strange and polite way, his eyes flicked past the spirit stone in his arms, and quickly put it back, his lowered eyes concentrated on the sword in his hand.

Ming Yi said "goodbye" and walked away excitedly.

As soon as he left, the surroundings returned to silence.Xiaocaoya went to bed, and it was rare that she didn't come out to make a noise. Yan Jin stared at the sword in her hand, with unclear emotions in her eyes.

It's not far from the time when that incident happened in the previous life.

But the current Shen Zhixian is completely different from the Shen Zhixian in his previous life memories. Various appearances of masters in white clothes appeared in his mind repeatedly and alternately.

He lived here these few days really tormented, his eyes were bright red when he opened and closed his eyes, as if the smell of blood was floating in his nose, even in his sleep were Shen Zhixian's blood-stained hands, carelessly pinching him wrist.

It seemed that there was pain spreading from the spiritual root, Yan Jin's sanity was slackened for a moment, and the hand holding the sword hilt was violently exerted force, so strong that the fingertips turned white.

When the long sword was unsheathed, there was a cold light.

It was obviously just a very ordinary sword, but Yan Jin shook the sword flower, and it brought out a sense of coldness, which was different from every time she practiced swords in the past.

His pupils had already turned a layer of red, and everything he saw was blood red. The cold and cruel color hurt every nerve of Yan Jin.

There seemed to be Shen Zhixian's shadow in all directions, panting, his hand was like a torch, and his sword light was like a ghost, stabbing every phantom like crazy.

As soon as the sword move was made, the tip of the sword trembled, and the sound was like a black crow neighing in a moonless cold night. The light of the sword cut the dead leaves and rolled up a desolation.

However, the phantom is endless, broken and reborn, it can't be killed or cut.

After all, Yan Jin was only a 16-year-old boy, with long-term malnutrition and a thin body, and he was seriously injured earlier, so he couldn't bear such a domineering sword move, but he was exhausted after a while—but he couldn't stop.

There was a voice echoing in his mind, tempting to drag his little sanity into the abyss.

"Kill him...kill all of these...then nothing can bully you and stop you..."

The blood rushed wildly in the body, and the spiritual power collided violently in the spiritual roots. Because it was too fierce, the fragile spiritual roots could not bear it, and there were faint traces of fragmentation.

"Buzz!"

Just when Yan Jin was on the verge of collapse, another long sword came out of its sheath, like a bright moon breaking through the clouds in the dark night, the gentle light of the sword broke through the chaos gently but powerfully, and firmly supported the sword he swung. long sword.

"Ajin!"

The gentle and gentle sword intent easily dispelled the fierce and ferocious sword moves. An anxious shout came from afar. Yan Jin instinctively followed the sound, and the almost alluring red color in his pupils dissipated a little.

"Wake up! Ah Jin wake up!"

Another call.

Yan Jin had never heard someone call his name in such an anxious and worried voice, as if he was a treasure, and someone would feel pain and worry if he bumped into it.

All he heard was swearing, sarcasm and gossip, and even the crisp laughter contained invisible spikes.

In the beginning, he was unprepared, and was easily stabbed to the bloody heart. Later, he also learned to build a high wall of indifference and surround himself in it, so that he would not be injured so easily.

Yan Jin stood there in a daze, his eyes a little distracted, Shen Zhixian couldn't tell whether he was looking at himself or just looking in this direction, he hesitated for a while, and only called again tentatively: "A Jin?"

Following this call, the strange red color in Yan Jin's eyes gradually receded, and then the long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, his eyebrows twitched, he choked out a mouthful of blood, his feet softened, and he fell forward.

Shen Zhixian was startled, he didn't care much, he thrust his sword into the ground with his hand, hurriedly stepped forward, hugged the exhausted boy into his arms, and patted him on the back as if comforting: "It's okay, it's okay... ..."

Yan Jin lay in his arms, motionless, as if she had passed out, but Shen Zhixian knew that he was not, not only not, but he was gradually regaining clarity.

Because that familiar sense of ultimate defense... appeared again.

Shen Zhixian let go of his hand before the opponent stretched out his hand to push him away, stood up first, and picked up Yan Jin's long sword.

This is an ordinary sword, which is usually used by ordinary disciples. Yan Jin is not taken seriously, and as a direct disciple, he has not been assigned a decent long sword.

Just as Shen Zhixian let out a sigh in his heart, the long sword that was overused by Yan Jin just now and blocked by Shen Zhixian's sword was finally honorably sacrificed. It shattered into several pieces and fell to the ground.

Shen Zhixian: "..."

He coughed lightly as if nothing had happened, trying to change the subject: "What's the name of that sword move you used just now?"

That sword move was extraordinarily fierce, and at first glance it was not the sword technique that Qing Yunzong would have.Ordinary swords can't withstand its brutality, and I don't know where Yan Jin learned it from.

However, Yan Jin didn't know about this question, he hadn't fully recovered from the emotion just now.

Everything that happened just now was sudden and weird. He seemed to be in control of it. Many strange emotions surged in his heart, and he swung the sword involuntarily.

That mysterious hoarse voice...

Who did you kill?Who is that voice telling him to kill?

Is it Shen Zhixian?Or all the people who bullied him?

Yan Jin thought about that voice over and over again, the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. In the mist, there was a feeling of despair welling up, as if his own soul was screaming desperately deep in his heart.

--Can't!

——can’t kill him!

--Do not!

Desperate to the point of collapse, every word she cried was blood.

Suddenly, Yan Jin shook his fist, and poked his palm with his fingertips. A little pain brought him back to his senses. Hearing Shen Zhixian's question, he shook his head with a pale face and said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't want to answer, Shen Zhixian didn't mean to press the question, he just regarded it as Yan Jin's own swordsmanship, after all, it's not surprising that the protagonist is a pioneer.

Shen Zhixian sighed, threw the hilt of the sword casually, turned around and took back his long sword Shuang, "This sword is not easy to use, I will find a good one for you later."

He made up his mind silently, turned and left, but he didn't notice a trace of confusion and fragility flashing in Yan Jin's eyes.