- Not Yan Jin.
Although he didn't remember what Yan Jin looked like at this time, Shen Zhixian only glanced at the person in front of him and knew that he could not be Yan Jin.
For no other reason, this young man looks too ordinary.
It's not that he is ugly, it can only be said that his facial features are mediocre, and he can't find it in a blink of an eye when he is stuffed into the crowd. This kind of appearance can never be the protagonist.
Shen Zhixian, a senior Yan control with hidden attributes, breathed a sigh of relief. When he thinks of Yan Jin now, he thinks of the nightmare of death that is like being on the scene. If there is one word to describe his current mood, it is , cowardly.
But this so-called "little apprentice"...
Shen Zhixian's eyes let go of memory for a moment, and he barely remembered what identity this person was.
Indeed his apprentice.
A year ago, not long after the original body accepted Yan Jin as an 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 his face is still childish, but he is very strong.
He was still contemplating, his long eyelashes were slightly drooping, his complexion was snow-white, he was leaning loosely on the edge of the couch, his long hair was draped like black satin behind him, and he looked tired and dejected.
An inexplicable emotion flashed in Yan Shen's eyes, and he quickly covered it up again.
He approached Shen Zhixian in three or two steps, called out "Master" again, looked at Shen Zhixian's expression, and said worriedly: "Master, are you still feeling bad? Don't be angry with your senior brother, who has been punished and gone again. After thinking about the cliff, you must know your mistake and won't do it again next time."
To be punished, to think over the cliff—
Shen Zhixian had a flash of inspiration and finally remembered what the plot was.
Then his eyes darkened, and he wanted to faint immediately and pretend he didn't know anything - Yan Jin was really sad in this episode.
In the Qingyun Sect, there is a forbidden place to hide the sword pavilion, which is only opened once every five years. Only the disciples who have won the top three in the sword test conference can enter to choose swords.
In the original book, Yan Jin trespassed in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion in the middle of the night, not only destroying more than half of the swords on the first floor, but also injuring many disciples who wanted to stop him. After being restrained, Yan Jin refused to plead guilty, only gritted his teeth and said he had to break through, and refused to say anything else.
Yan Jin has excellent roots, natural roots, and is extremely talented in practice. If it was seven or eight years ago, the original body could still teach him well, but since the heart disease, the original body's temperament and mentality have gradually changed.
He was jealous of Yan Jin.
Therefore, when they all pointed out that Yan Jin was in trouble, the original body did not distinguish much at all, and he never thought of protecting his apprentice. Seeing that Yan Jin refused to confess his guilt and sneered, he took the disciplinary whip and slapped it three times. , and then asked Yan Jin to think about the cliff.
The disciplinary whip is not a trivial thing. It is specially designed by the sect to punish the disciples who have made a big mistake. The whip has a spell on it, and the punished cannot resist it with spiritual power, but can only bear it hard.
One whip broke the skin, two whips wounded the flesh, and three whipped the bone, and the wound could not heal for several months. Every night, the cold air swelled around the bone.
And thinking over the cliff is not a good place. On the high cliff, the cold wind, ice and snow, for Yan Jin, who had been whipped three times, was an extremely evil place.
This toss hurt Yan Jin's spiritual roots, made him endure the bone-chilling cold every time he used his spiritual power, and also made him feel completely cold to the original body - what is even more terrifying is that not long after this incident, the original body personally Yan Jin's spiritual roots were broken, and he was expelled from his teacher's door, making him a waste.
"Master?" Yan Shen called out.
Shen Zhixian came back to his senses, coughed lightly to cover up the momentary absence, and asked in a low voice, "How is Yan Jin now?"
Yan Shen said: "Senior brother fainted once before going up to the cliff, but as soon as he woke up, he went up the cliff. Master, senior brother is punished by this, and will not make mistakes next time. Don't hurt your body again, let it be The disciples are worried..."
Shen Zhixian felt a little subtle in his heart. He had read the original book, and of course he knew that Chuangzang Sword Pavilion was not Yan Jin's original intention, 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 could become his apprentice, but someone helped him.
The 13 or 14-year-old boy looked worried, as if he was sincerely consoling, but the words that came out of his mouth pinned Yan Jin to the pillar of the mistake.
Shen Zhixian sat up straight, calmly brushed away Yan Shenxiang's hand to help him, and said, "Go out."
Yan Shen's eyes flashed, he wanted to say something, he held it back, replied "Okay", saluted, closed the door and stepped back.
As soon as the person left, Shen Zhixian immediately turned over and stayed in bed, and started rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find a panacea—he could still be saved! Yan Jin just went to the Sisuanya not long ago! He still has time!
In the present world, he is afraid that he would have been cold in the corridor long ago, and he will never turn back after wearing the book. Thinking of Yan Jin's ruthlessness after backhanding Qingyun's whole family and killing masters with his own hands, Shen Zhixian shuddered, and stuffed a bunch of top-grade Quhan Pills back into Lingdan and Muscle-Producing Pills into his arms.
The only way out at the moment is to quickly reset the favorability of the protagonist Yan Jin, so that that terrible nightmare doesn't come true, and later... I'll talk about it later.
Be a good master to be a good master... Shen Zhixian was talking about packing up his things, thinking about it, and being a little familiar with the spiritual power in the room, he quietly left the room.
Relying on the trick, and following the memory all the way to avoid people, Shen Zhixian successfully found Siguoya.
The cliff is thousands of feet high, and standing at the bottom, the cold wind rolls against the face with ice and snow.
Shen Zhixian frowned and looked around, only to see a stone-stairs path that only one person could cross, covered with ice and snow, he tried to take two steps, and slipped in panic.
Siguoya is left unattended, but there is a formation, and the disciples who come to Siguo cannot use magic, and the punishment for the magician is doubled. So Yan Jin dragged his scarred body up the cliff step by step like this... Shen Zhixian sighed, put his distracting thoughts behind him, and started to climb the mountain with all his heart.
He thought about using magic to fly up, but one is that he is not very skilled in the use of spiritual power, and he is afraid that he will fall and break into cakes halfway, and secondly, he had come here secretly this time. If the formation method is known to others, it is not very good.
The cliffs of ten thousand feet are high and difficult to climb, but fortunately, this body is very durable when there is no heart disease. Shen Zhixian climbed for nearly an hour, and finally found the place Yan Jin had thought about.
It was a small, narrow, shallow cave, and when one sat there, neither the wind nor the snow could stop it. As soon as Shen Zhixian raised his eyes, he saw a snowman sitting there. He was shocked and rushed over to pull the man out.
The boy in the half-old thin shirt was pale and closed his eyes, Ren Bingxue buried him, motionless. Shen Zhixian touched his face, which was terribly cold.
Pulling out a bunch of medicine bottles in his arms, Shen Zhixian turned his back to the outside, blocking the wind and snow, took the person into his arms, and took off his cloak to wrap it around. He felt the pulse of the young man, made sure that there was still a slight throbbing, he breathed a sigh of relief, and stuffed the mind of the Quhan Pill back into the young man's mouth.
However, the teenager was also vigilant in the coma, gritted his teeth and refused to let go. Shen Zhixian had no choice but to put down the elixir, and while calling him softly, he warmed his hands with his spiritual power and rubbed his frozen limbs.
After rubbing it like this, I found that the young man in his arms was terribly thin, almost skin to bone, and his hands were like a bamboo pole. Yan Jin should be fifteen or sixteen years old this year, and it looks like he might not be as tall as Yan Shen.
The wound on his back from the disciplinary whip had obviously not been dealt with, the blood had solidified, and the clothes were frozen into a piece, so terrifying, Shen Zhixian felt a pain in his back when he saw it.
Shen Zhixian's loving father's heart was pulled up, he sighed in distress, and finally had some resentment towards the original body - a good child, being tossed like this, if Yan Jin is the protagonist and bears the law of immortality, change someone else , As early as when he was beaten three times, he died of pain.
He changed his posture a little and let Yan Jin lie in his arms. He was about to treat the wound for him when the boy suddenly woke up with a groan, raised his head abruptly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and pushed Shen Zhixian with all his strength. One push.
Shen Zhixian was caught off guard, he pushed him straight, and subconsciously leaned back.
And this push seemed to have exhausted all the young man's strength. He gasped, and without Shen Zhixian's support, he leaned to the side with no strength.
Shen Zhixian quickly raised his hand to pad his head, where a dense ice ballast had condensed.
"hiss-"