Shen Zhixian has been very angry these days.
The white jade table that he liked very much, I don't know which bastard chopped it - split in half, the crack was smooth and smooth, and it was killed by a sword, lying there, young and pitiful and helpless.
Shen Zhixian, who was so angry that his brain was hurting, analyzed it for a while, and felt that he had the courage to come to the top and still dare to draw a sword...
Only his rebel Yan Jin.
Seeing his angry expression, Xiao Caoya probably thought it was funny. The two blades shook, and she pretended to be holding a sword, imitating Yan Jin's stance that day, and slashed, and then bent down again. As if injured, he simulated the sound of spurting blood—"Pfft!"
Shen Zhixian was slightly distracted by it, and flipped the little grass bud, who pretended to be down, turned over, and said, "What are you doing?"
Seeing that she had successfully attracted Shen Zhixian's attention, Xiaocaoya immediately resurrected on the spot, and performed from the beginning in full spirit - shh - puff - down -
Shen Zhixian understood what it meant, his expression was slightly condensed, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he was a little hesitant.
Yan Jin vomited blood after splitting his white jade table
what happened? Yan Jin was also injured
While pondering, Shen Zhixian also forgot that he was holding the bitter pill water in his hand. His eyes flashed with stars, his skull was aching, and he forgot everything for a while.
At this moment, the door was knocked lightly, and Yan Jin called from outside, "Master."
Shen Zhixian swallowed the last gulp of spirit pills with a forbearance, tried his best to calm himself down, and then deliberately lowered his voice: "Come in."
When Yan Jin came in, what he saw was his recently frail master, leaning loosely on the soft couch, with a thin quilt on his lap, a scroll in his hand, and looked over faintly.
"A Jin can't even see the white jade table as a teacher now, can you be happy if you have to chop it?"
Yan Jin was stunned for a while, and then he reacted. He pursed his lips and whispered: "Disciple will go now..."
In the second half of the sentence, he spoke too softly, and Shen Zhixian couldn't hear it clearly. When he wanted to ask, he had already put the fruit that Shen Zhixian used to eat in silence, and left silently.
Shen Zhixian casually put the scroll on the couch, looked at the plate of fruit, and frowned as he thought about the second half of the sentence he didn't understand clearly.
Then he soon learned that Yan Jin's departure was to find a way to compensate him.
Yan Jin's action was very fast, but within a few days, a brand new white jade table reappeared in the yard. In addition to the stone table, Yan Jin also brought back a soft warm jade couch, next to the stone table, under the big tree. , which is convenient for Shen Zhixian to rest and drink tea.
Shen Zhixian quietly summoned the financial steward of Wufengguan, only to find out that these Yan Jin were exchanged with all the spiritual stones he had saved in the past few years - in addition to the monthly money, Shen Zhixian also allocated a lot of pocket money to Yan Jin, Yan Jin actually didn't use much, she kept it all, and I'll change it back now.
Although the quality is not the best, it is the best thing Yan Jin can get.
When Shen Zhixian knew about this, he sighed leisurely for what reason, then lay down on the soft couch with peace of mind, rolled up the quilt, and slept in the warm sun.
... I have to say that Yan Jin is usually silent, but he is very clear about his preferences, and these things are arranged to suit his heart.
This afternoon, the warm sun is warm and it is a good time to sleep with the quilt.
The fourth elders told him to stop working hard and recuperate, but Shen Zhixian had no choice, so he could only say that he was going to retreat.
In fact, Shen Zhixian is now lazily working as a salted fish every day—his new favorite is the warm jade soft couch that Yan Jin paid tribute. , holding the scroll in his hand, tugging at the little quilt, and then fell asleep.
When I was sleepy, my hands loosened, and the scroll fell down. When it was close to the ground, it was easily caught by another hand with sharp bones, and it was carefully placed on the stone table.
Shen Zhixian was half asleep and half awake, but he knew that Yan Jin was here. He happened to be a little thirsty, so he called people without looking at him: "A Jin, water..."
Yan Jin obediently poured water for him, helped him sit up, put the cup against his lips, Shen Zhixian took a sip without defense, and suddenly the whole person woke up from the bitterness: "Where's the water, don't do this. "
The rebel was unmoved: "The fourth elder said that this should be drunk every day."
Shen Zhixian took a deep breath, wanted to smash the cup, thought about the recent sickness and weakness, held it back, raised his hand halfway, curled his fingers, and wearily pushed Yan Jin's hand away, pretending to be weak: " Don't drink then."
Yan Jin didn't force him to drink either, she put the cup down, supported him on the soft couch, hesitated for a moment, "Master, that day..."
-here we go again.
As soon as he heard this opening, Shen Zhixian immediately knew the following - Yan Jin wanted to know who the phantom he saw that day was and what they said.
Speaking of which, with Yan Jin's indifferent temperament, why did he care so much about this matter this time? It has been mentioned several times in the past few days, although Shen Zhixian calmly diverts the topic every time.
It's not a big deal to tell Yan Jin that the phantom is the former suzerain, it's mainly what the phantom said... The amount of information is really too much, he can't figure it out for a while, he really can't tell it to Yan who doesn't know if he is in the same mind or not. Jin listens.
According to Phantom, even if the original body had a heart disease, the former sect master still valued the original body the most, and even supporting Song Ming as the sect master was only a temporary plan. back.
But Song Ming...
Shen Zhixian lowered his eyelashes. Ninety percent of Song Ming was unwilling. He never mentioned the token to Shen Zhixian and the return of the suzerain.
According to memory, the original body didn't even know that there was such an agreement between the former sect master and Song Ming, and he didn't even know what the token was.
This is very strange, didn't the former suzerain even talk to the original body about such an important matter
In addition, what made Shen Zhixian even more strange was the change in the original body itself.
Since that day, he has merged some memories.
From the intermittent memory fragment, Shen Zhixian realized that the original body actually had a nickname, which was called Suijian just like the vest he wore before the book. However, this name seems to be used only when the original body goes out to practice. Few people in the sect know about it, not even Song Ming.
- This is such a coincidence!
Shen Zhixian suppressed the grotesque feeling in his heart and continued to ponder.
The original body is so shocking and full of high-spiritedness, how can he suddenly become a broken person after having a heart attack
It's not completely hopeless, how could a bright and upright young man be like this all of a sudden
Shen Zhixian was fascinated by his thoughts, and he was in a daze for a long time.
Yan Jin was anxious, worried that Shen Zhixian would not answer, but also feared that the result he heard was not what he wanted, and was extremely tormented for a while.
Fortunately, Shen Zhixian came back to his senses after thinking about it. Feeling Yan Jin's unease, he pondered for a moment and decided to reveal a little bit, which could be considered to appease Yan Jin: "Did you see that phantom?"
Yan Jin was refreshed and replied immediately, "I see, that's..."
"It's Sect Master Wen. Song Ming's previous Sect Master."
Yan Jin was stunned for a moment before saying, "Also... your master?"
Shen Zhixian nodded, and stopped when he clicked, without saying any more.
Yan Jin finally got him to relax, and naturally he immediately asked: "Sect Master Wen... What did he tell you? Did he... mention anyone?"
His expression changed to calm, somewhat urgent and urgent, his eyes fixed on Shen Zhixian tightly, without blinking.
His eyes were burning, and Shen Zhixian was suffocated for a while, and he almost said everything according to the other party's wishes. When the words reached his mouth, he quickly swallowed them back, raised his hand and touched his nose, as if nothing had happened: "Some gossip, nothing important."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Jin hurriedly interrupted him, "No, it must not be." It was rare for him to have such a frantic expression, although he calmed down after a moment.
However, in the next instant, Yan Jin supported Shen Zhixian with one hand, leaned forward slightly with his upper body, leaned over in a very oppressive posture, and looked at Shen Zhixian with a pair of black pupils. It seems a bit sharp and forced.
He asked firmly: "What did he say to Master?"
The two were not far from each other, but Yan Jin bullied him forward again, and the distance between the two was suddenly shortened a lot. Shen Zhixian was forced by his gaze to unconsciously want to step back, but he was on the soft couch, and he didn't know what to do. There is nowhere to go.
The strong and hot breath belonging to the young man enveloped him all at once, and Shen Zhixian even felt that the other party's breath was sprayed onto his cheeks, hot and hot.
At that moment, he suddenly realized clearly that his little apprentice had grown up.
Back then, the skinny little boy who was just as tall as his shoulders and who was always bullied by fellow envoys, has grown up unknowingly.
He has grown into a man who can make him feel threatened and dangerous just by being close.
Shen Zhixian suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart. This feeling was different from the throbbing when he had a heart attack. The palpitations before the heart attack only made him feel pain and suffering, but at this time, this feeling made him...
Shen Zhixian couldn't describe this feeling. People who were always used to write essays from childhood to adulthood were the first to taste the feeling of being poor in words.
He raised his eyes and saw that Yan Jin was still looking at him for a split second, and promptly took out his trump card - frowning slightly, coughing lightly on the side of his head, just like he was out of breath.
Yan Jin really liked his tricks very much, and his momentum instantly subsided a lot, and looked at Shen Zhixian nervously: "Master? What's the matter with you?"
Shen Zhixian took the opportunity to push him away, rubbed his eyebrows, and put on a tired look, "A little tired..."
So this topic was diverted once again, Yan Jin pursed her lips, did not dare to ask any more questions, forced herself to endure the anxiety in her heart, and wanted to help Shen Zhixian back to the house: "It's getting late, it's getting cold, Master, go back to the house. stop."
Shen Zhixian was reluctant, the room was stuffy, and he liked to blow the cool breeze outside. But he has pretended too much in recent days. Even though he is already well, he still pretends to be very weak. Yan Jin, who is not sure the truth, is very worried. He is afraid that he will catch a cold and insists on helping him go back.
Shen Zhixian closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, staying still and ignoring him.
Yan Jin stood beside the soft couch and was silent for a moment, then suddenly bowed, crossed Shen Zhixian's legs with one hand, and wrapped his shoulders with the other, then he was picked up by the whole body!
Shen Zhixian was caught off guard, so he subconsciously stretched out his arms around Yan Jin's neck, opened his eyes suddenly, couldn't react for a while, and stared blankly at Yan Jin and carried him back to the house.
-Very good, I fell asleep outside these days, and when I woke up, I always found that the mystery of returning to the house inexplicably was solved.
It was only a few steps away, but in the blink of an eye, Shen Zhixian fell on the soft bed. Probably afraid that Shen Zhixian would blame him, Yan Jin quickly tucked the person into the bed, and immediately saluted respectfully and resigned.
Shen Zhixian, who was left in a daze for a while before returning to his senses, not knowing what to say, twisted the quilt and laughed abruptly after a while.
He smiled and sighed helplessly.
…
It wasn't long before Shen Zhixian stayed behind closed doors, and the sword-testing conference began.
The sword test conference was held for a total of two months, which was a good time for Qing Yunzong to recruit new disciples. In addition to the small disciples in the sect, there are many outsiders who want to worship the Qingyun Sect who want to sign up.
Shen Zhixian had no interest in this. He didn't lack apprentices, and he didn't have the will to teach any more apprentices. Song Ming is fine.
On the last day, the top three have to be decided.
The top three may not only be accepted as disciples by the elders and even the suzerain, but can also go to the Tibetan Sword Pavilion to choose a sword according to their own abilities.
I can't be absent today. Even Song Ming will be there today. If he doesn't excuse himself, he will be too disrespectful to Song Ming, not to mention today...
Shen Zhixian sat on the high platform with a light expression, casually watching the competition of the disciples below.
Yan Jin was right next to him, sitting slightly behind him and watching silently.
After fighting for most of the day, the third place has long been settled, and the remaining two disciples are still fighting on the stage.
In order to distinguish, the clothes of the disciples in the sect should be darker, and those of the outsiders should be lighter. Shen Zhixian could easily distinguish their identities, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a little interest.
Those who gradually gained the upper hand were those in light-colored clothes.
There was even a black horse.
In the end, the disciples in the sect were trained. How could they have a little advantage during the trial? In previous years, there were not many foreign disciples who could occupy the top three positions. This year, there is such a fierce one
The disciples in the sect gradually fell behind, but his opponent became more and more brave, and finally won the leader without any accident.
The disciple in the sect who won the second place was not discouraged even if he lost, and congratulated him with a smile, and then went off the stage, leaving him alone on the stage to receive the applause from all directions.
Next, it was supposed to be Song Ming or some elder who spoke a few scenes, and then started the disciple selection session that everyone loved to hear, but the young man who had just won the first place actually spoke first, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.
"The disciple is bold and wants to worship Elder Shen as his teacher."
The noise around him suddenly weakened, and in full view, the burly young man turned his head and looked fixedly at Shen Zhixian.
Shen Zhixian's movement of drinking tea moved slightly, and he raised his eyes slightly.
The burly young man suddenly said such a sentence, and all kinds of eyes from all directions were instantly cast towards him. He calmly put down the cup in his hand, and the slight click was very clear in the silent field.
"Everyone knows that I am a waste." He said calmly and calmly, completely ignoring the surprised and shocked eyes of the people around him, "You are very good, don't waste time under my door."
Shen Zhixian has a heart problem, many people really know about it, and it is indeed a pity for many people, but it is the first time that he can say it with confidence in such a large audience.
For a time, people's minds were different.
The burly young man frowned, obviously unwilling to give up: "This disciple has admired Elder Shen for a long time, and would like to worship Elder Shen as a teacher."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Zhixian clearly felt that Yan Jin's momentum had changed, and the person who was calm and reserved suddenly became sharp and chilling.
He was stunned for a moment, wondering what happened to Yan Jin, but in the current situation, he couldn't ask Yan Jin, so he just declined again.
Generally, if he is repeatedly rejected twice, the sensible and sensible person should stop. After all, the more trouble he goes on, the more he will push other people who have the capital to accept him as his apprentice.
But the burly young man was unrelenting, and he was determined to worship Shen Zhixian as his teacher.
Holding the long sword in his hand, he knelt down halfway, Shen Zhixian frowned and did not speak, the scene was extremely embarrassing for a while.
A young disciple who was closer to him saw that the situation was not good, and whispered: "Elder Shen has not accepted apprentices for a long time, why don't you..."
This little disciple had lived with him for a long time before, and considered himself to be familiar with him. Seeing Sect Master Song and the other elders' faces darkened, the younger disciple was a little worried, so he persuaded in a low voice.
He was fine if he didn't speak. As soon as he spoke, the burly young man suddenly exploded. As soon as he raised his hand, the long sword was unsheathed, and the backhand was slammed at the little disciple!
The little disciple was unprepared for him, and the distance was so close that he had no time to react. With a puff, the long sword directly penetrated his chest. The voice came to an abrupt end, the little disciple opened his eyes wide, he couldn't make any sound, and he fell to the ground with a bang!
The long sword was so violent that it passed through the little disciple and flew towards the others behind him.
A group of young disciples turned pale in shock, and immediately panicked and pushed each other. The little disciple in front died tragically, none of them thought of pulling out the sword to block, or the elder elder with a stern face and waving his sleeves, a burst of energy blocked the momentum of the long sword and knocked it to the ground.
The first elder shot down the long sword and signaled the direct disciple around him to go over and control the person.
The burly young man was not afraid when he was restrained, he sneered, and his temperament suddenly became gloomy and treacherous, hissing like a poisonous snake, his eyes icyly looked around, and he shouted: "Why can't I! Yan Jin! This demon cultivator can do it, and I won the first place in a dignified manner, why not!"
As soon as the word "Mo Xiu" came out, everyone was in an uproar.
Doubtful, unbelievable, dazed... All kinds of gazes converged on Yan Jin, and even Song Ming and the other four elders looked over.
The third and fourth elders looked at each other with a trace of worry in each other's eyes. The third elder coughed lightly and asked first, "How is this—"
Before he could finish speaking, the sudden change occurred again, and a person suddenly stumbled in, knelt in the direction of Shen Zhixian, and shouted hoarsely: "Master, save me! Disciple Yan Shen! I want to sue Yan Jin. !"
He described him as embarrassed, with ragged clothes, as if he had just come back from a fight—or the one he had lost, with blood stained on his exposed skin, and he looked embarrassed and miserable.
Yan Shen took a deep breath and continued to shout out the second half of the sentence: "Yan Jin—he has already fallen into the devil, and even fornicated with the devil cultivator, putting the devil cultivator in, trying to destroy the sword test conference!"