It's Not Easy Being a Master

——Not Yan Jin.

Although he didn't remember Yan Jin's appearance at this time, Shen Zhixian only took a look at the person in front of him, and knew that he could not be Yan Jin.

There is no other reason, this boy looks too ordinary.

It's not that he's ugly, it's just that he has mediocre facial features, the kind that can't be found in the crowd in a blink of an eye-this kind of appearance can never be the protagonist's.

Shen Zhixian, an experienced face controler with hidden attributes, heaved a sigh of relief. Whenever he thinks of Yan Jin, he thinks of the death nightmare as if he was on the scene. If he had to use one word to describe his current mood, it would be , cowardly.

But this so-called "little apprentice"...

Shen Zhixian let go of his memory for a moment, and barely remembered who this person was.

It is indeed his apprentice.

A year ago, not long after Yuanshen accepted Yan Jin as his apprentice, he accepted another apprentice named Yan Shen at the Zongmen Sword Test Conference.

Yan Shen is only thirteen or fourteen years old this year, and he still has a childish look on his face, but he looks very strong, and the spiritual energy of the food of the Dazong sect really nourishes people.

He was still thinking, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, his complexion was white, he was leaning on the side of the couch in a loose posture, his long hair was draped behind him like black satin, and he looked lazy and sluggish.

A trace of inexplicable emotion flashed in Yan Shen's eyes, but he quickly covered it up again.

He approached Shen Zhixian in two or three steps, called "Master" again, looked at Shen Zhixian's expression, and said worriedly: "Master, are you still suffering? Don't be angry with senior brother, who has been punished and went away again." If you think about Guoya, you must know your mistake, and you won’t do it again next time.”

Being punished, thinking about the cliff——

Shen Zhixian had a flash of inspiration, and finally remembered what the plot was.

Then his eyes went dark, and he really wanted to pass out immediately and pretend he didn't know anything - Yan Jin was really sad in this episode.

There is a hidden sword pavilion in Qingyunzong, which is opened only once every five years. Only the top three disciples in the sword test meeting can enter to choose swords.

In the original book, Yan Jin broke into the hidden sword pavilion in the middle of the night, not only destroying more than half of the swords on the first floor, but also hurt many disciples who tried to stop him.After being restrained, Yan Jin refused to plead guilty, only gritted her teeth and said that she broke into it as a last resort, and refused to say anything else.

Yan Jin has excellent bones, born with spiritual roots, and has excellent talents in the field of cultivation.If it was seven or eight years ago, Yuanchen could still teach him well, but since he had a heart disease, Yuanchen's temperament and mentality have gradually changed.

He was jealous of Yan Jin.

Therefore, when everyone pointed out that Yan Jin had caused trouble, the original body didn't make any distinctions at all, let alone protecting his apprentice. Seeing that Yan Jin refused to plead guilty, he sneered, took the punishment whip, and slapped him three times , and then asked Yan Jin to think about the cliff.

The disciplinary whip is not a small device, it is specially designed by the sect to punish disciples who have made serious mistakes. There are spells on the whip, and the punished cannot resist with spiritual power, so they can only endure it forcefully.

One lash breaks the skin, two lashes injure the flesh, and three lashes see the bone. The wound cannot heal for several months, and every night the cold comes up and grows around the bone. No matter how tough people are, they cannot bear it.

And Siguoya is not a good place.On the high cliff, the cold wind and ice snow, for Yan Jin who has been whipped three times, it is an extremely evil place that makes the snow worse.

This ordeal hurt Yan Jin's spiritual roots, made him endure the biting chill every time he used his spiritual power, and also made him completely chilled at the original body—what was even more frightening was that not long after this incident, the original body died. He broke Yan Jin's spiritual root with his own hands, expelled him from the master's school, and made him a useless person.

"Master?" Yan Shen called out.

Shen Zhixian came back to his senses, coughed lightly to cover up his momentary absence, and asked softly, "How is Yan Jin doing now?"

Yan Shen said: "Senior brother fainted once before going up to the cliff, but he went up the cliff as soon as he woke up. Master, brother, after being punished by this, he will definitely not make mistakes again next time. Don't get angry and hurt your body again. The disciples are worried..."

Shen Zhixian was a little subtle in his heart. He had read the original book, so of course he knew that it was not Yan Jin's intention to enter the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, and the person who framed him...impartiality had something to do with the person in front of him.

It was not a coincidence that Yan Shen became his apprentice, but because someone helped him.

The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy looked worried, as if he was sincerely comforting him, but the words he uttered firmly nailed Yan Jin to the pillar of his mistake.

Shen Zhixian sat up straight, brushed away Yan Shen's hand that was about to help him calmly, and said, "Go out."

Yan Shen's eyes flashed, and he wanted to say something, he held back, said "OK", saluted, closed the door and retreated.

As soon as the person left, Shen Zhixian immediately turned over and went to bed, and began to search for a panacea—he was still saved!Yan Jin just went up the Cliff of Thoughts not long ago!He still has time!

In this world, he must have been chilled out in the corridor long ago. Once he passed through the book, he would never turn back.Thinking of Yan Jin's ruthlessness in destroying Qing Yun's family and killing his teacher with his own hands, Shen Zhixian shuddered, and stuffed a bunch of top-grade cold-dispelling pills, Huiling Dan, Shengji Dan, etc. into his arms.

The only way out at present is to quickly restore the favorability of the protagonist Yan Jin, so that that terrible nightmare will not come true, and I will talk about it later... later.

Be a good master, be a good master... Shen Zhixian muttered to pack his things, thought for a while, got a little familiar with the spiritual power in his chest, and quietly left the room.

Relying on blindfolds and following his memory to avoid people, Shen Zhixian successfully found Siguoya.

The cliff is ten thousand feet high, standing at the bottom, the cold wind blows with ice and snow, if you don't use spiritual power to protect you, you can't breathe smoothly.

Shen Zhixian frowned, looked around, and saw only a path of stone steps that could only be passed by one person, covered with ice and covered with snow, he tried to take two steps, but slipped in panic.

The Siguo Cliff is unattended, but there is a formation, and the disciples who come to Siguo cannot use spells, and the penalty for those who make the spells will be doubled.So Yan Jin dragged his bruised body up the cliff step by step... Shen Zhixian sighed, put all distracting thoughts behind him, and concentrated on climbing the mountain.

He thought about using magic to fly up, but one is that he is not very proficient in using spiritual power, and he is afraid that he will fall down halfway and be broken into cakes; It is not very good if the formation is known to others.

The ten thousand zhang cliff was high and difficult to climb, but fortunately, this body was very durable when not suffering from heart disease. Shen Zhixian climbed for nearly an hour, and finally found the place Yan Jin had been thinking about.

It was a narrow and shallow cave, and when one sat there, it could neither block the wind nor the snow.As soon as Shen Zhixian looked up, he saw a snowman sitting there. He was startled, and hurried over to pull him out.

The young man in a half-worn thin shirt was pale and closed his eyes tightly. He was buried by Ren Bingxue and remained motionless.Shen Zhixian touched his face, it was terribly cold.

Taking out a pile of medicine bottles from his bosom, Shen Zhixian turned his back to the outside, shielding him from the wind and snow, hugged him into his bosom, and took off his cloak to wrap him up.He felt for the young man's pulse to make sure that it was still beating slightly. He breathed a sigh of relief, and stuffed the whole body of the Quhan Pill into the young man's mouth.

However, the young man was also vigilant even in a coma, clenching his teeth and refusing to let go.Shen Zhixian had no choice but to put down the elixir, and whispered to him while warming his hands with spiritual power, rubbing his frozen limbs.

After rubbing it like this, he realized that the young man in his arms was terribly thin, almost skin to bone, like a bamboo pole, it was painful to touch.Yan Jin should be fifteen or sixteen years old this year, so she might not be as tall as Yan Shen.

The wound on his back from the disciplinary whip had obviously not been healed, the blood had already solidified, and even his clothes were frozen into one piece, it was hideous and terrifying, Shen Zhixian felt a pain in his back just looking at it.

Shen Zhixian's loving father's heart was pulled away, and he sighed distressedly, and finally felt a little bit of resentment towards the original body - such a good child, who was tossed like this, if it wasn't for Yan Jin who was the protagonist and was entrusted with the law of immortality. Others died of pain as early as when they were beaten three times.

He changed his posture a little bit, let Yan Jin lie in his arms, and was about to treat the wound for him, when the young man woke up with a muffled groan, suddenly raised his head, his eyes gleamed fiercely, and pushed Shen Zhixian hard a push.

Shen Zhixian was caught off guard, pushed straight by him, and subconsciously leaned back.

And this push seemed to have exhausted all the strength of the young man, he gasped, and without Shen Zhixian's support, he leaned to the side without strength.

Shen Zhixian quickly raised his hand to rest his head, where a fine piece of ice had condensed, if the head hit the head, it would definitely be bloody again.

"hiss--"