The truth of Zangjian Pavilion was temporarily hidden, and the days gradually returned to calm.
The master and the apprentice were getting along harmoniously on the surface, but Shen Zhixian knew that the little hedgehog just hid his thorns a little, and when he got close, he still had to show it and stab him.
Before Yan Jin went to the morning class, Shen Zhixian stayed in bed with Xiao Caoya, rolled over lazily, and suddenly sighed.
Xiaocaoya didn't know why, as soon as the leaves rolled, he learned to sigh, and his voice was 90% like that.
Shen Zhixian fiddled with its small leaves and whispered, "A Jin is so hard to coax..."
Xiaocaoya can understand people's words, and immediately shakes the leaves with approval - super difficult to coax! It has been coquettish and cute for a long time, only to get the opportunity to grab the sleeves and swing on the swing!
One person and one grass looked at each other for a long time, and sighed again.
Xiaocaoya spread out for a while and went out to bask in the sun. Shen Zhixian sat up hugging the quilt and couldn't help recalling the situation that day.
That day, he clearly saw Yan Jin's pupil color turn red - although it soon returned to normal.
That cold and coquettish color is exactly the same as the cold and ruthless aura of the sword move he used.
At that time, Shen Zhixian was full of worry and didn't think much about it, but after calming down, he remembered the setting in the book, Chi Tong - that was a sign of Yan Jin's infatuation.
In the original book, Yan Jin found another opportunity to enter the devil because his spiritual roots were broken by the original body, and he could no longer cultivate as an immortal.
Shen Zhixian was very worried, very worried that this little hedgehog would perform a live backhand killing of a master for him.
After being stunned for a while, he got up hesitantly, took the sword in his hand, and prepared to practice the sword.
He recently turned to the original swordsmanship booklet in the corner of the original storage bag, and is trying to rebuild it.
Since he bears the title of a master, he always has to teach something, in case... Yan Jin might still be a little tolerant towards him for the sake of his conscientiousness.
Speaking of which, the talent of the original body is really excellent. No wonder he was so valued by the former sect master back then, and he could be called the first swordsman in the sect - someone who can create a set of swordsmanship before he is weak, look at him. In the world of comprehension, it is rare.
Probably the instinct in his memory is still there. Every time Shen Zhixian practices swords, he feels as if he is one with the sword. He doesn't need to think much, and the sword moves can be unfolded smoothly like clouds and water.
After finishing a set of swordsmanship, Shen Zhixian raised his sword and stood on the edge of the cliff, spit out a mouthful of turbid air, the depression in his heart was completely dissipated, and there was only comfort and comfort left, and he even wanted to drink 300 cups of a sword when he was born. The idea of going to the end of the world.
The original body must have been a free-spirited and happy young man back then, but unfortunately, all his wanton dreams were shattered by a heartbreak.
The wind was strong on the edge of the cliff, blowing the clothes and hunting. Shen Zhixian stood for a while, his hot blood was blown cold, he looked down at the bottomless cliff, hurriedly backed a few steps, turned around and was about to go back to the house, but saw that Yan Jin had come back at an unknown time, and he was not in a hurry. Instantly looked at him.
"Ajin is back." Shen Zhixian greeted him. Seeing that he was wearing a sword, he asked casually, "Is this sword still used?"
Yan Jin's ordinary sword was broken into several pieces, and it was impossible to repair it. Right now, this sword of his was specially made by Shen Zhixian.
Yan Jin lowered her eyelashes, hiding the flash of surprise in her eyes, and bowed respectfully: "Thank you, Master, for the sword. The sword is very good."
Shen Zhixian just pretended he didn't hear his vague vigilance and precautions, and after a moment of indifference, he raised his chin to the side, and simply said, "Practice two moves with me and see."
Shen Zhixian seemed to be in a good mood today, with a smile on his brows and eyes, his usual calmness and simplicity were shattered by this smile, and between the sword light and Lingling, he seemed free, easy and wanton, just like what was said in the book, walking around the rivers and lakes. 's knight.
It was especially obvious when Yan Jin was fighting with him. At that moment, he even thought that this was not Shen Zhixian—that person with a cold and dark mind, how could he have such a dashing sword intent!
But this is clearly Shen Zhixian again. Although his hatred for Shen Zhixian has not disappeared, he can't deny that Shen Zhixian's face is indeed well-born and unforgettable.
After practicing for another quarter of an hour, Shen Zhixian retracted his sword with some regret. He can't use his spiritual power for a long time, and if he fights again, he will come out to punish him with heart disease.
"It's not bad." He praised a few words, seeing that Yan Jin was about to withdraw his sword, he quickly stopped, "You're not in a hurry. There are just a few tricks, you can use it again... "
The original body never instructed Yan Jin to practice before, and Yan Jin could only go to class with ordinary disciples. However, under Yan Shen's secret push, those disciples were unanimously xenophobic and isolated him, and deliberately gave him the worst sword to make Kianzi miss the course.
Frequent absences from classes have left Yan Jin only able to learn the basics. Fortunately, the protagonist's halo talent is extraordinary. Even if he gestures himself with the most ordinary sword, he looks decent.
But it was only a decent appearance, and there were still many mistakes in the deep study, and Shen Zhixian singled them out to correct them one by one.
When he started talking, Shen Zhixian forgot the estrangement between master and apprentice, and after taking Yan Jin's sword, he had to make a gesture in person.
"For example, the morning dew is not used in this way. This is a move made by a swordsman when he saw a mayfly flying by in the early morning. The morning dew is fleeting, and this sword move must be dexterous and fast, so that people can see clearly in the future. become a dead mayfly..."
He lifted the sword tip up and pressed it down a little, suppressing a piece of Lingling sword light, as if after the twilight dyed the earth, the mayflies that had lost their lives fell to the ground.
Yan Jin was stunned, and suddenly took a step forward, his eyes fixed on the smart tip of the sword.
"The wind blowing Lanzhou is a swordsman's epiphany at sunset on the west mountain. The dead leaves reflect the setting sun everywhere. The west wind swept through a desolation, making the opponent feel hesitant when he saw it... If he sees it, he is very handsome..."
A vague figure flashed in his mind, and there seemed to be a high-spirited man in white who was gesturing sword moves for him, saying similar words, but at that time he was holding a dead branch in his hand.
Yan Jin blurted out: "Master, will you sweep Lanzhou with one move?"
"The wind has wiped out Lanzhou?" Shen Zhixian picked up the tip of his sword and retracted it, almost without thinking, he flicked his wrist and made that move, casually chanting: "Now the moon is twilight, and the west wind has passed over Lanzhou..."
Yan Jin's pupils suddenly enlarged, and the two figures in his memory and in front of him seemed to overlap into one, and a name that had been missed for a long time almost blurted out, "Sui—"
"Oh!" Shen Zhixian suddenly exclaimed, interrupting Yan Jin's words. His face changed slightly, and before the move was finished, he slammed the sword on the ground with his backhand, using the right as a stick, with the other hand supporting his waist, his expression was subtle and helpless, "My waist..."
He didn't dare to use his spiritual power, so he used Yan Jin's sword. Ke Yanjin's sword is also of high quality, and it weighs a lot. For example, when Chao Lusheng was borrowing his skillful energy, there was no accident, and the wind was blowing Lanzhou, which was going to be a big deal.
Yan Jin: "..."
He swallowed the name he was about to spit back into his stomach, and in an instant he returned to a state of silence. Under Shen Zhixian's signal, he cautiously and defensively helped the person back to the house.
Shen Zhixian's hand rested on his wrist, and it was icy cold, not at all the warmth a person should have when he was in the prime of his youth-heart disease ruined his future, leaving him only one for the practitioners. It is extremely weak and dilapidated, like a waste body.
In the last life, Yan Jin had also admired him, so he did not resist him too much, but who knew that in return, his spiritual roots were cut off and he died in one day.
He took pity on Shen Zhixian, but hated him even more.
Yan Jin lowered his eyelashes, hiding the complicated emotions in his eyes, helped him to the bed, saluted silently, and quietly retreated.