As expected by Shen Zhixian, the matter of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion was finally settled.
Yan Jin was still carrying a black cauldron, and even Shen Zhixian was criticized by his younger disciples.
Song Ming probably knew it too, but he just pretended not to know, and even deliberately condoned it.
Shen Zhixian had repeatedly refuted him in front of everyone without giving him any face. Due to various reasons, Song Ming could only choose to be patient, and he had long been suffocated. Even if this matter doesn't shake Shen Zhixian's position, it's still good for him to be disgusted.
So the younger 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 also heard that Elder Shen personally took people to the top of the peak. It is said that he lives next to Elder Shen's house."
"Isn't Senior Brother Yan finally making it to the sky?"
These ordinary disciples couldn't directly call Shen Zhixian a master, but they called Senior Brother Yan affectionately, as if they had never whispered Yan Jin's gossip behind their backs before, and felt sorry for Yan Jin on various trivial matters.
"I think 80% of the time. Speaking of which, Senior Brother Yan seems to have not been to the summit for a long time."
"Elder Shen avoided his daily greetings, and it seems that he hasn't instructed him in swordsmanship for a long time."
"Ah? That's what it is. I'm just saying..."
"Okay, keep your voice down, Senior Brother Yan might be around here."
When someone climbs high, someone gets trampled. There are always many people in this world who see the wind and the rudder. How these little disciples touted Yan Shen in the past is how they show their "goodwill" to Yan Jin at this time.
Yan Shen was hidden behind the shadow of the tree, watching the group of young disciples talking and walking, they soon disappeared, his face was as gloomy as the bottom of a pot, and the cheerful temperament of the past was completely gone. Leaves five distinct fingerprints on it.
Yan, Jin!
He gritted his teeth and repeated the name over and over again, and the dark emotions came out one by one like poisonous mushrooms in the corner.
After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly flicked his sleeves and walked in a certain direction without looking back.
- That's not the way back to his house, nor the way to the sword practice field, nor the way to anywhere he should go.
…
Shen Zhixian, who was at the center of the topic, was very calm. He didn't pay much attention to the gossip about him. What he was more worried about was whether this incident would create two more holes in Yan Jin's heart full of holes.
Shen Zhixian began to coax people with all his might.
However, Yan Jin was the ultimate defense against him. Every time he appeared, the youth's aura would instantly become tense, and his spirit was tense, like a string that was stretched to the extreme, and it would break if he touched it.
Shen Zhixian felt that his status in Yan Jin's heart was probably not as good as that of the unconscionable traitorous grass.
At least that grass has finally been allowed to swing by Yan Jin's sleeves after being slapped by Yan Jin several times.
Shen Zhixian decided to use detour tactics 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 with his fingers in the room.
The Fourth Elder has recently practiced a new potion that can purify the spiritual roots. The sect has a new batch of high-quality woven cloud brocade, and the chef under the name of Wufeng is said to have learned a new dish...
Elder Shen, who is not short of money, waved his hand, buy, buy, buy! Do it do it! Eat, eat, eat!
The little disciple who was ordered to leave with a bag of spirit stones clearly and respectfully closed the door and walked out, and before leaving, he quietly glanced at Yan Jin who was practicing swordsmanship in the yard.
Yan Jin just used a single move, retracted his sword and turned around, noticing the sight, and looked back calmly.
"Hello Senior Brother Yan!" Mingyi was shocked by him, and subconsciously stood at attention and said hello.
He was one of the two entry-level disciples who were brought up by Shen Zhixian that day to help clean up the empty house. The other disciple was named Ming Li. Probably because their hands and feet were flexible into Shen Zhixian's eyes, both of them were made an exception to be nominated as ordinary disciples under the name of Wufeng, and they were asked by Shen Zhixian to run errands every three or five times.
After the two young disciples went down the mountain that day, they did not hesitate to donate pocket money and small snacks, and inquired about Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin from the surrounding brothers and sisters.
Then they were stunned.
Elder Shen and Senior Brother Yan have a very bad relationship
Senior Brother Yan was hit so badly by Elder Shen
Elder Shen's favorite direct disciple is Senior Brother Yan Shen
No, they clearly felt that Elder Shen and Senior Brother Yan had a good relationship!
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 clearly valued Senior Brother Yan even more. Every day, he changed his pattern to deliver things to Senior Brother Yan. The fruits should be the freshest, the vegetables should be the freshest, the meat should be of the highest quality, even a plate of fragrant and soft steamed buns. To be told to knead 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 not easy to provoke, but they clearly felt that Elder Shen was... quite cute.
He also wants to be a direct disciple, and he also wants to eat small steamed buns in the shape of pigs. He happens to be a pig! Mingyi stood obediently in front of Yan Jin with a bag of spirit stones in his arms, but unfortunately he is not of average aptitude. Senior Brother Yan Mingyu is in front, so Elder Shen must not look down on him. He might as well have a good relationship with Senior Brother Yan!
Maybe when Senior Brother Yan is happy, he will invite him to eat a pig and a small steamed bun.
"Senior Brother Yan, do you want to drink water?"
Yan Jin shook his head, and thanked him shyly and politely. His gaze swept past the spiritual stone in his arms, and quickly retracted it, looking down at the sword in his hand intently.
Mingyi said "goodbye" and left happily.
As soon as he left, there was silence all around. Xiaocaoya went to sleep, and it was rare that she didn't come out to make a noise. Yan Jin condensed the sword in his hand, and the emotions in his eyes were unclear.
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 he remembered in his previous life. The white-robed masters of various appearances appeared in his mind repeatedly and alternately.
He has been living here for the past few days, and his eyes are red when he opens and closes his eyes, as if there is a bloody smell floating on the tip of his nose. Even in his sleep, Shen Zhixian's blood-stained hands casually pinched him. wrist.
It seemed that pain began to spread from the root of the spirit, Yan Jin's sanity was slack for a moment, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword violently exerted such force that the fingertips turned white.
When the long sword is unsheathed, it brings out the cold light of Lingling.
It was obviously just a very ordinary sword, but Yan Jin shook the sword flower, which brought out a chilling feeling, which was different from every time he practiced swords in the past.
His pupils had already turned a layer of light red, and everything he saw was blood red, and the cold and cruel color stung every nerve of Yan Jin.
There seemed to be Shen Zhixian's shadows in all directions. He gasped, shot like a torch, and the sword light was like a ghost, stabbing at every phantom like crazy.
As soon as the sword move came out, the tip of the sword trembled, and the sound was like a black crow screeching in a cold moonless night.
However, the phantoms are endless, shattered and rise again, and they can't be killed and cut off.
After all, Yan Jin was only a 16-year-old boy. He had been malnourished for a long time and had a thin body. He was seriously injured in the early days.
A voice echoed in his mind, tempting to drag his little sanity into the abyss.
"Kill him... kill all of this... nothing can bully you, stop you..."
The blood surged wildly in the body, and the spiritual power collided violently in the spiritual root. Because it was too fierce, the fragile spiritual root could not bear it, and there were faint traces of fragmentation.
"Om!"
Just when Yan Jin was about to collapse, another long sword was unsheathed, like a bright moon breaking out of a cloud in the dark night. The soft sword light gently but powerfully broke through the chaos, firmly holding the sword he swung out. long sword.
"Ajin!"
The gentle and gentle sword intent easily resolved the fierce and brutal sword move, and there was an anxious cry coming from far away. Yan Jin instinctively followed the sound, and the almost coquettish red in his pupils dissipated a little.
"Wake up! Ajin 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 hurt and worry if he touched it.
All he heard was insults, ridicule and gossip, and even the crisp laughter had invisible spikes.
At first, he was unprepared, and he was easily stabbed to the point of bloody heart. Later, he also learned to build a high wall of indifference to surround himself, so that he would not be injured so easily.
Yan Jin stood in a daze, his eyes were a little sloppy, Shen Zhixian couldn't tell whether he was looking at himself or just looking in this direction, he hesitated for a while, only called again tentatively: "A Jin?"
With this call, the strange redness in Yan Jin's eyes gradually receded, and then the long sword in his hand fell to the ground.
Shen Zhixian was startled and didn't care much, he threw his sword into the ground with a flick of his hand, stepped forward in a hurry, hugged the exhausted young man into his arms, and patted his back comfortingly: "It's alright, it's alright... "
Yan Jin was lying in his arms, motionless, as if he had passed out, but Shen Zhixian knew that he didn't, not only he didn't, but he was gradually recovering.
Because that familiar sense of ultimate defense... reappeared.
Shen Zhixian let go before the other party reached out and pushed 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. As a direct disciple, he has not been assigned a decent long sword.
Shen Zhixian just sighed in his heart, and the long sword, which was overused by Yan Jin and blocked by Shen Zhixian's sword, was finally sacrificed honorably, broken into several pieces and fell to the ground.
Shen Zhixian: "..."
He coughed lightly as if nothing had happened, trying to change the subject: "What was the name of the sword move you used just now?"
That sword move was extremely vicious, and at first glance, it was not a sword move that would be found in Qingyun Sect. Ordinary swords can't bear its cruelty, and I don't know where Yan Jin learned it.
However, Yan Jin didn't know about this, and he hadn't fully recovered from his emotions just now.
Everything that happened just now was abrupt and weird. He seemed to be in control, many unfamiliar emotions surged in his heart, and he involuntarily swung out his sword.
That mysterious husky voice...
Who was killed? Who is that voice telling him to kill
Is it Shen Zhixian? Or all the people who bullied him
Yan Jin recalled the voice repeatedly, and the more he thought about it, the more chaotic his mind became. In the confusion, there was a feeling of despair surging up, as if his own soul was desperately roaring deep in his heart.
-Can't!
- Can't kill him!
-Do not!
Desperate to the point of collapse, every word weeping is full of blood.
Yan Jin suddenly shuddered, clenched his fist fiercely, and poked his palm hard 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 was unwilling to answer, Shen Zhixian didn't mean to ask questions, he just thought it was Yan Jin's own swordsmanship.
Shen Zhixian sighed, threw the hilt of the sword, turned around and retrieved his long sword frost, "This sword is not easy to use, I will find a good one for you later."
He silently made up his mind and turned to leave, but he didn't notice a trace of confusion and fragility flashing in Yan Jin's eyes.