It was cold and snowy outside, Shen Zhixian responded and pointed to the inside of the house: "Say inside?"
Yan Jin shook his head and said: "The disciple wants to ask the master, Brother Shao of Sanfeng is going to hold a small meeting on swordsmanship and invite the disciple to Sanfeng to participate..."
"Sword discussion?" Shen Zhixian pondered for a moment. This was a small banquet where the disciples of the elders of the main peaks gathered to discuss swords and discuss the sword. For things like cultivation, only by mutual exchange and discussion can progress be made.
In the past few years, Shen Zhixian watched the little boy grow up a little bit, but his taciturnity became better every day. Now it's rare that Yan Jin is willing to go to the event, of course he is full of promise.
"Yan Shen is going too?"
Yan Jin nodded.
Shen Zhixian urged: "Stay away from him."
In the past few years, he has deliberately neglected Yan Shen, but Yan Shen has always had a bad mind, and there are people behind him, which made Yan Jin a lot of crooked brains.
… Sooner or later, we have to find a reason to solve him, and it is enough to coax one apprentice.
Yan Jin replied yes.
Shen Zhixian knew very well about his temperament that if he could solve it with one word, he would never say another word, so he waved his hand to let him leave.
The young man was about to retreat when Shen Zhixian suddenly remembered something and stopped the person again: "The third elder helped me set up a formation. You can fetch it for me by the way when you come back."
The three elders were good at formation, and Shen Zhixian asked him to set up a warm formation for help—in this severe winter with bleak winds and heavy snow, even if he was not afraid of the severe cold, he didn’t like breathing the icy air every night when he slept!
When Yan Jin left, Shen Zhixian's drowsiness was almost exhausted. After thinking for a moment, he briskly walked towards the back mountain: "Go to soak in the hot springs—Yaya bring the fruit plate and wine pot, and let's go!"
The former suzerain was really good to the original body. The main peak selected is the most aura, and the terrain is easy to defend and difficult to attack. There is also a hot spring in the back mountain - the steaming hot spring, you can feel the full aura before you approach come.
Shen Zhixian fell in love with this hot spring as soon as it arrived in winter, and he would come to take a bubble every three to five days.
The warm jade pot is immersed in the hot spring, and the fruits of various colors are cut into small pieces and placed in the jade plate.
The little grass sprout plunged into the bottom of the pool and emerged again, shaking the small leaves, and sprinkled all the water droplets on Shen Zhixian's face.
Shen Zhixian poured a handful of water on it and drenched it all over again.
One person and one grass played for a while before they stopped. Xiaocaoya was lounging on the shore to bask in the sun, while Shen Zhixian leaned against the shore and sat on a slightly higher stone pier, thinking about things with his eyes closed.
In the past three years in the blink of an eye, every day has been a new plot.
In the original book, as early as three years ago, Yan Jin was expelled from the Qingyun Sect by his broken spiritual roots. It didn't take long for him to have the opportunity to be enchanted, and when he became stronger, he backhanded and killed all those who had hurt him.
The one who died the worst was his former master.
However, this plot was reversed by him who came through the book. Now Yan Jin is still alive and well, and he has raised him to be white and tender, and he is no longer rejected as much as before... Thinking about it, it is quite a sense of accomplishment.
Just don't know when this little hedgehog can completely let go of its grievances.
Shen Zhixian raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, then thought of something else.
For some reason, he was always unable to fully integrate the memory of the original body, and his life was usually fine, but whenever he wanted to investigate something carefully, he would find that there was a huge fault in his memory.
Such as the death of the former suzerain.
He always felt that the former suzerain's so-called obsession, it was not easy to die. Obviously everything was normal before the retreat, and for the former sect master who had been preparing for a long time, that upgrade should be as simple as a matter of course.
But he died when he was born.
Before the former suzerain retreated... Or before he died, the last person he saw was Song Ming.
Except for Song Ming, no one else knew what happened in the short quarter of an hour they met.
Shen Zhixian took a deep breath, rubbed his brows again, and a flash of light flashed—wait! And the sword spirit!
His sword spirit frost has been sleeping for many years, so that he did not think of this for a while. A high-quality sword, after spending a long time with its master, will give birth to a sword spirit, and a sword of a sword cultivator will never leave his side.
The sword of the former suzerain is a first-grade spirit sword. He has been with him for hundreds of years, and the sword spirit has long been born. As long as you find the sword of the former suzerain and let the sword spirit reproduce the scene at that time, don't you know
Shen Zhixian's smile just opened for a moment, and then it froze - wait, as he remembered correctly, the sword of the former sect master was broken by his own hands when he went into trouble!
The sword was gone, and the sword spirit naturally dissipated.
Shen Zhixian's mind was spinning fast. Besides the sword of the former sect master, he can also... ask Song Ming's sword spirit!
Sword Spirit will only reproduce the true past, and will not lie!
He took a deep breath. After so many years of stability, Yan Jin has gradually become stronger and has the ability to protect himself. He should also think about solving these mysteries around him.
He drank the last bit of wine in the pot and put it on the shore, Shen Zhixian was about to stand up, but suddenly felt a familiar dizziness—this kind of dizziness has occurred many times in the past few years, which is a precursor to a heart attack. .
But it has never been this serious!
The heart was thumping, like it was about to jump out of the chest cavity, it was too intense, and I felt the pain, as if it was about to burst—he had a heart attack!
Shen Zhixian's face was instantly pale, his eyes were drowsy, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He wanted to go ashore, but there was a lot of resistance in the water, so his hands and feet were weak, and he barely supported the jug on the shore after swinging it into the pool.
Convulsed all over, Shen Zhixian clings to the edge of the pool, gasping for breath, the pain almost suffocates him.
Xiaocaoya noticed something was wrong, and anxiously came over to chirp.
But Shen Zhixian had no time to care about it, his consciousness gradually became dizzy, his hands were weak, and he could not hold it steady. He slipped into the water and fainted before he had time to struggle.
Xiaocaoya was startled, and quickly sank into the water, trying to pick him up.
However, the resistance in the water is large, and it is still too small. After trying several times, there is nothing I can do. I can only chirp twice, break the water, identify the direction, and hurriedly fly in the direction of Sanfeng.
…
On the three peaks, the disciples gathered together in a familiar way, sat down at will, said hello to each other, and the sword discussion began.
When the discussion arises and becomes tangled, some disciples even draw swords on the spot and invite others to discuss it to verify the truth.
"Senior Brother Yan."
There were two people in the open space sparring, attracting everyone's attention. Yan Shen, who was told by Shen Zhixian to stay away, took the opportunity to come over quietly and said familiarly, "I haven't congratulated Senior Brother yet on retreating, I don't know..."
Yan Jin glanced at him indifferently, with no emotion in that glance, and immediately suffocated Yan Shen.
But he quickly came back to his senses, as if he could not feel Yan Jin's indifference, and said affectionately: "I wonder if Master is doing well recently? I haven't been summoned by Master for a long time."
Shen Zhixian didn't cut off the relationship between master and apprentice with him, but he was very alienated from him, so he avoided greetings, and he hardly called him, only occasionally nodding his head to count as meeting him.
- He is not as good as those two little disciples who run to the top of the mountain all day.
It was clear that the master valued him the most before, so why did he suddenly change? It must be that Yan Jin said something that should not have been said, which made the master angry with him.
Yan Shen had a smile on his face, but he had no idea how many times he had gritted his teeth and greeted Yan Jin. In the past three years, he has often stumbled on Yan Jin behind his back, but every time he fails, he has lost the care of his master, and his status is getting lower and lower among many disciples.
The huge gap made his heart more and more distorted.
Yan Jin grew up hard, and was very sensitive to people's emotional fluctuations. He noticed Yan Shen's malicious intent hidden under his smile, and looked down at his sword expressionlessly, ignoring his words.
Yan Shen didn't get a response, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, he took his sword and strode to the middle of the space that everyone had specially vacated.
Yan Jin looked at him coldly for a moment, and didn't answer without getting up.
In the stalemate, the discussion among the surrounding disciples gradually weakened, and the atmosphere became awkward. The smile on Yan Shen's face was a little reluctant and dim, as if he was aggrieved and unable to speak: "Senior brother, do you dislike me and do not want to discuss with me? ?"
To be honest, yes.
Yan Jin has an excellent talent and spiritual roots, and has been fed and raised by Shen Zhixian with high-quality spiritual pills over the past few years, and it has been tempered to the extreme. In addition, he learned the swordsmanship that Shen Zhixian specially improved for him, and the protagonist's halo also has a bonus, and he has long surpassed other disciples in swordsmanship.
There are even rumors in the sect that Yan Jin is the second Shen Zhixian—of course, this Shen Zhixian refers to the brilliant young man, Shen Zhixian, who had not yet had a heart attack and was in a state of shock.
Some people are really envious.
Brother Shao watched Yan Jin stay silent, got up slowly, held his sword, took a sip of tea, sighed a little in his heart, and began to watch this battle full of invisible gunpowder with great interest.
If nothing else, Yan Shen would never be able to defeat Yan Jin. Yan Shen was in a bad mood when he failed to upgrade early, so he went to Sifeng to ask for a lot of medicine pills.
Yan Shen's sword move was fast, hasty and ruthless, not like a sparring, but like a life-although in Yan Jin's eyes, it was just a trick.
However, Yan Jin would not tease him deliberately, nor would he be ruthless at the beginning. He always knew how to be low-key.
By the way, Yan Jin always attacked more than defended, but his methodical sword moves forced Yan Shen to retreat, and finally took a deep breath in embarrassment, and finally used the one he knew by heart.
- Dark clouds cover the moon.
The sword qi swirled, and the spiritual power melted into it, turning into strands of mist, lingering around the two of them. This move is not very lethal, and the main purpose is to block the opponent's sight, so that the opponent can't figure out his next move.
Yan Jin didn't want to toss with him any more, the long sword chanted, and the Lingling sword light broke through the fog, and was about to end this boring competition, but suddenly a swipe of green was swept out of the corner of his eyes.
Shen Zhixian's little grass sprout
Why is this little guy here
Xiaocaoya has always been very low-key, probably because Shen Zhixian told him that he would never show up when someone was there, why would he suddenly appear here now
With this slight distraction, he didn't notice that Yan Shen's wrist, which was hidden in the mist, flicked slightly, and a strand of black air as thin as a hair silently followed the tip of the sword and quickly submerged into his body. .
The distraction was only for a moment. After Yan Jin regained his senses, the sword light broke through the fog, and then he picked Yan Shen's sword lightly, and the piercing spiritual power spurted out. Insert it obliquely into the ground next to it.
There was a sudden scream around, Yan Jin's move was originally created by Shen Zhixian, and they were rarely seen by the juniors.
Yan Shen's face was pale, and there was a moment of viciousness in Yan Jin's line of sight, but he quickly covered it up: "Thank you Senior Brother Yan for your guidance."
Yan Jin stared at him silently for a moment, nodded coldly, and went back to his seat.
The sword discussion meeting was drawing to a close. He watched Xiao Caoya frantically shaking leaves at him in a secret place, frowning slightly, and he simply told Senior Brother Shao next to him to leave first.
Yan Jin is famous among the disciples for his loneliness, taciturn, and taciturnity. Brother Shao did not force him, he waved his hand, and gave him two little tips: "This formation is what Elder Shen wants. Yes, this is yours."
Yan Jin took the two kits, thanked Brother Shao, and left quietly.
He deliberately walked along the path, but as expected, Xiaocaoya rushed over immediately, chirping anxiously, and pointing in the direction of the main peak where Shen Zhixian lived.
Yan Jin couldn't understand its language, but after four years of being together, he could still understand its meaning. His reaction... Probably something happened to Shen Zhixian.
He followed Xiaocaoya's directions, rushed back all the way, rushed to the hot spring, and was slightly stunned.
The hot spring water was hot and steamy, quiet and peaceful, and no one could see or see any movement. Yan Jin didn't know why, so he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Xiaocaoya loosened his sleeves, jumped into the water, stretched out a small leaf and hooked it, motioning him to come down, and then plunged down.
Yan Jin hesitated for a moment, then pinched the Water Avoidance Art and slowly dunked into the water.
Yan Jin knew about this hot spring, Shen Zhixian liked it very much, and he knew it too.
Shen Zhixian once asked him if he would like to take a dip too, which could soothe his muscles, but out of precaution, he simply refused.
But I didn't expect that the first time I was in the same pool with Shen Zhixian was in this situation—
Under the calm water, the man in white lay down with his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping. The supple black hair was spread out under the thin body, his face was pale and bloodless, and the little mole at the corner of his eyes looked particularly red, and the whole person looked like a fragile porcelain white jade carving, revealing a delicate and fragile beauty.
Due to Xianxiu's instinct, a light barrier floated around him, isolating the warm water, but because he had been in a coma for too long, the barrier was too weak to touch.
The grass sprout carefully stretched out the small blade and poked it, and the barrier shattered silently.
The water instantly pressed against him and poured in from Shen Zhixian's ears and nose. He probably felt this ominous pressure when he was in a coma.
But he sank at the bottom of the water, and there was water in all directions, and there was nowhere to avoid it.
"Chiu Chiu Chiu!" Xiao Caoya got into trouble, turned around in panic, and anxiously urged Yan Jin to save people.
The pool water was not deep, Yan Jin was half-kneeling beside Shen Zhixian, staring at him deeply, motionless. After a long while, he slowly raised his hand.
It was placed on Shen Zhixian's fragile and defenseless neck.