It's Not Easy Being a Master

The atmosphere was once awkward.

Yan Jin couldn't suppress the look of surprise and annoyance for a moment, which made Shen Zhixian suspect that he was a beast in clothes, threatening and luring a little girl to do something indescribable.

The groundhogs form a symphony in their heads.

Shen Zhixian maintained a stiff smile, and was sure that he was just a sincere and loving teacher - but Yan Xiaohedgehog still rejected his kindness.

He sighed.

Yan Jin's jacket had just been stripped in half, and was dragged up again—in fact, the jacket was tattered, and it couldn't block anything. On the faintly exposed skin, there were layers of new and old wounds, and there were dark lines one after another. Shen's bloodstains made people panic.

Shen Zhixian didn't force him any more, stood up, walked a few steps, and left a safe distance for the young boy before saying, "I'll ask the fourth elder's disciple to come and see for you later."

The Fourth Elder was in charge of internal affairs and also had a part-time job of refining medicine, and most of his disciples were also skilled in medicine. If anyone in the sect was injured, they would mostly ask them for help.

Yan Jin didn't nod, but she didn't refuse either. She watched the person leave, and then slowly lowered her head, counting the bottles of ointment and panacea left by Shen Zhixian.

Then with the palms facing inward, gently push them outward in a resisting posture, pushing them all to the ground.

Those jade bottles were of excellent quality, they didn't break when they fell to the ground like this, they only made a crisp sound, and the bones rolled everywhere.

Who knows what tricks Shen Zhixian is playing again, how dare he use the things he sent.

The pale-faced young man indifferently untied the small bundle in his hand. Inside were a few simple and worn-out porcelain bottles, some of which were cracked at the mouth.

Picking up the bottle cap, a smell that is not pungent but not unpleasant comes out.

Yan Jin took off her clothes, tipped the porcelain bottle expressionlessly, poured out some black and sticky ointment, and applied the medicine to herself with difficulty in an awkward posture.

……

When Yan Shen arrived, he happened to see the two young disciples of the fourth elder who were "invited" to leave without even entering.

Seeing Yan Shen, the two young disciples' eyes lit up, and they quickly pulled him back: "Oh, Senior Brother Yan, you came just in time. Elder Shen asked us to help Senior Brother Yan look at the wound, but Senior Brother Yan didn't let us in, he seemed Seriously hurt..."

Yan Shen smiled and said, "I came here just because I was worried about my brother... Don't worry, I will take good care of my brother."

"Okay!" The little disciple stuffed the small package containing the medicine and gauze into Yan Shen's hand, "Elder Shen sent it here."

Yan Shen expressed his thanks, and after saying goodbye to the two little disciples, he took the small package and knocked on the door twice symbolically, before waiting for the person inside to respond, he opened the door and entered.

The jade bottles were in a mess all over the floor, and Yan Jin was sitting on the couch, just tied up her clothes.He seemed to be used to Yan Shen's uninvited entry, he just raised his eyes and looked at him indifferently, there was no emotion in his dark eyes.

Yan Shen hated his expression very much, as if nothing could catch his eyes, and he was calm, making people want to immediately take off his calm mask, throw it on the ground and crush it severely.

He gritted his teeth and showed a hypocritical smile: "I haven't congratulated senior brother on going down the cliff - senior brother has always been lucky to be forgiven by master for making such a big mistake."

Yan Jin said indifferently: "Then I hope that junior brother will have such good luck next time."

Yan Shen tightened his grip on the small package, a little surprised that Yan Jin would reply to his words—in the past, Yan Jin usually ignored him.

He took a step forward, and his toes touched the jade bottle on the ground. He lowered his head, and at a glance, he saw that it was a medicine bottle only available at Shen Zhixian's place.

The words of the young disciples were still ringing in my ears, and jealousy and hatred suddenly surged into my heart uncontrollably.Yan Shen bent down to pick up the small jade bottle, rubbed the smooth body of the bottle with his fingertips, and said, "Since senior brother doesn't need these medicines, why don't you give them to me, just recently I've often been injured while practicing swords."

Yan Jin didn't want to talk to him at first, but when his eyes passed by the jade bottle in his hand, he suddenly paused, and said in a strange way: "Injury from practicing swords is not good at learning. If this is the case, next time I see Master, I will ask Master for you." I want some pills."

"You!" Yan Shen's face turned green instantly.Red after green, and red after black--exasperating.

Yan Jin took the time to appreciate his changing face.In the past, when Yan Shen and other disciples came to trouble him, he would treat him indifferently, but today he realized that the occasional verbal disputes are quite interesting.

The pressure that Shen Zhixian felt from there dissipated a little.

It's a pity that he was used to being taciturn, and he didn't bother to waste any time talking with them, so he flipped his wrist lightly, and made a gesture of asking the other party to leave.

Yan Shen squeezed the medicine bottle harder and harder, even his fingertips turned white.Yan Jin's reaction today was beyond his expectation. Could it be that Master really said something?

For a moment, he couldn't figure out what the phrase "Ask Master for some pills for you" meant, and after enduring it for a while, he finally said in a bitter voice: "Brother, let's keep it—I heard that Master is going to search for the hidden Jiange. Brother, if you do something wrong, it’s better to admit it early, so as not to lose face in the end.”

The last sentence was soft and slow, revealing an unspoken threat.

It was good that he didn't mention the Cangjian Pavilion, but when he mentioned Yan Jin's expression immediately sank, his right hand wanted to move subconsciously, and he resisted it, a pair of black pupils reflected a cold light.

Yan Shen snorted coldly, threw the small bundle and the jade bottle on the couch casually, and left without looking back, regardless of whether they would hit someone or not.

He was answered with a slamming door, and if his feet were delayed by that much, he would have been pinched.

When the room returned to calm, Yan Jin rubbed his left wrist.There was nothing on his empty wrist that he regarded as a treasure.

He couldn't protect him, he always couldn't protect him—it used to be so, and it's still so now!

The dark eyes were cold, and the heart that wanted to become stronger became more and more determined.Yan Jin stared at the medicine bottles on the ground, remembered the owner of the medicine bottles, picked them up one by one after a while, stuffed them all into the small package sent by Shen Zhixian, and then threw them into a corner in a random ball.

……

Instructing the disciples of the Fourth Elder to visit Yan Jin, Shen Zhixian went back to the house, fumbled and placed restrictions around, and began to practice magic...cough, spells.

The memory is there, and the commonly used small techniques such as cleaning techniques can be successful after one or two more tries-this body is indeed a genius in cultivation, but unfortunately, the heart disease cut off all possibilities.

Shen Zhixian put his long sword on the table and looked at it carefully.

Qing Yunzong has heavy sword style and light sword style. Shen Zhixian is a light sword style, and his swordsmanship is also light and nimble. Therefore, his long sword Shuanghui is thinner than ordinary long swords.

Probably the person who cast this sword is a swordsmith who is as gentle as the spring breeze. From the hilt to the scabbard, the carving lines are delicate and gentle.

Shen Zhixian researched it over and over again, and felt that this sword was like a delicate jade object, if it was used for fighting... With a thought in his mind, he lightly tapped the hard corner of the table with the blade of the sword.

It was almost effortless, as easy as breaking a strand of hair, with a slight sound, at the corner of the table——Shen Zhixian looked at the long sword that had cut off a piece of hard spirit wood without any effort, swallowed, and carefully moved It retracts into the scabbard.

The sword technique still exists in my mind, I have to find an opportunity to find a time, find a more secret place, and practice sword.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, there was a muffled knocking sound outside the door. It was so small, if he hadn't been cultivated and his hearing was different from ordinary people, it would be easy to ignore this sound.

After all, the sound was too weak, as if the wind was blowing a tree branch against the door.

I was still thinking about the muffled clicking sound. It rang for a while, as if I was tired from knocking, and then stopped for a while, and continued to knock. It was really persistent.

Who—or what—could pass through his restraints so easily without him noticing?

Shen Zhixian asked "who", but no one responded, only the patter paused for a moment, and then it rang again, as if he was still very angry, and the beating was heavier and faster than before.

Shen Zhixian pondered for a moment, put one hand in his sleeve and pinched a trick just in case, and the other hand yanked the door open.

--nobody.

A gust of breeze blew close to his feet, shaking the hem of his clothes. Shen Zhixian seemed to sense something, closed the door behind his back and looked down.

A touch of emerald green came into view.