The last day of the Sword Trial Conference ended hastily in this chaos.
The "fainted" Elder Shen was picked up by his apprentice. In the sight of countless shocked eyes, Yan Jin directly picked up the person, leaving only the sentence "The matter of Yan Shen is still to be decided by Sect Master Song", and left in a hurry.
Song Ming was so angry that he broke the corner of the table on the other side.
Under the watchful eyes of the public, he could only order Yan Shen to be locked in the Zongmen dungeon and wait for disposal. But in this way, Yan Shen can't "have an accident". After all, people are right under his nose. If something goes wrong, he will have to be gossiped by others.
Song Ming hated others to gossip about him the most in his life, especially that he was incompetent and could not compare with others. Whenever he hears it, he will keep a grudge in his heart, and if he finds an opportunity in the future, he will quietly retaliate.
After handing over the remaining matters to a few elders, Song Ming held the blue veins on his head, and left with a cold face and sleeves - not because he didn't want to maintain the image of a benevolent and stable suzerain, he was afraid of staying any longer. To vomit blood!
What kind of person is really, what kind of apprentice can be taught!
For someone like Shen Zhixian who is arrogant and arrogant, the apprentice he taught is also defiant!
Song Ming returned to the room, flipping the table in anger, the cup shattered on the ground, his chest was heaving and his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
How did things turn out like this? !
When Shen Zhixian was in the limelight, he could only peep secretly like a rat in the gutter, suffering from the disparity in strength and no way to plan. Later, when something happened to Shen Zhixian's body, he worked hard and worked hard to get to this point.
In the first few years, he had a relatively smooth life. With the pretense of being a good suzerain and a good senior brother, although Shen Zhixian was indifferent to him, he felt that he could still control it.
But since the failure of the Cangjian Pavilion incident, he felt that Shen Zhixian gradually returned to his original appearance. Every move, every word, every smile, all revealed a superior dignity!
In front of Shen Zhixian, even if he is the sect master, he seems to be inferior to him!
Song Ming was both annoyed and hated. The tea all over the floor soaked the corner of his robe, it was icy cold, and his expression gradually became gloomy.
After doing those things back then, he has never retreated.
Retreat is death, lose is death.
There is only one way for him, and that is to move forward.
…
Five Peaks, inside the summit hut.
Smelling the familiar bitter taste, Shen Zhixian didn't know whether to continue pretending to be dizzy or "wake up".
If he continues to be dizzy, his considerate and good apprentice will definitely pour him the whole pot of spirit pill water. If he "wakes up", Yan Jin may be more forgiving and allow him to drink only half of it.
Shen Zhixian, who suddenly tasted the feeling of shooting himself in the foot, made a low "uh" sound, and moved his hand beside the bed first before opening his eyes slowly.
His long eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were hazy and misty. Shen Zhixian's eyes were blank for a while, before focusing on the young man in front of him, "A Jin...?"
The young man's originally serious and worried expression suddenly relaxed halfway, revealing a smile that he had not noticed himself, although the smile was fleeting, too fast to be caught.
He put the elixir water aside, helped Shen Zhixian to sit up, and then went to bring the cup.
Shen Zhixian raised his hand, grabbed the young man's wrist, coughed lightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine, I don't need to drink."
Yan Jin paused and looked back, obviously disapproving, but Shen Zhixian was more determined than him, shook his head, half-closed his eyes, and put on a stance that he didn't want to drink.
Yan Jin had no choice, Shen Zhixian was awake, and he didn't dare to force it, so he could only ask, "Master, how do you feel?"
Knowing what he was asking, Shen Zhixian slightly activated his inner spiritual power. Yuanshen was already in the tenth-order realm before he got the heart disease, and his spiritual power was pure and majestic.
The wisp of demonic energy was trapped in the corner by his spiritual power, and was slowly consumed. With Shen Zhixian's current situation, he probably had to grind for a day or two.
Shen Zhixian shook his head, "It's okay."
He looked at Yan Jin and said softly, "A Jin, did you already know?"
- I knew that there was magic energy in my body, and I even wanted to use this magic energy to do something.
Yan Jin pursed his lips, and fell silent.
"Yan Shengou is trapped in you, but you don't even make a refutation—why?"
Yan Jin couldn't lie to Shen Zhixian, and could only say nothing.
Shen Zhixian couldn't get an answer for a long time, so he sighed, there was obvious disappointment and helplessness in his tone, and he simply said for him: "This demonic energy is not in your body for a day or two, you sense something wrong, but let it develop... Do you want to come to join the devil and betray your teacher on the spot? From now on, you will make a clean break from being a teacher?"
"Master, I..." I don't know which word hurt Yan Jin, his lips moved, and he said with difficulty, "I... disciple... I'm not..."
But Shen Zhixian didn't give him another chance to explain. He seemed to be disheartened and finally gave up, his eyes were exhausted, he half-closed his eyes, and muttered: "I know you have ambitions and have wanted to leave for a long time. To this day, I don't want to stop you any more. When you have packed up properly, you can go to practice on your own."
He didn't even want to talk about his self-proclaimed "teacher", and when he opened his eyes again, the bottom of his eyes was calm, and he could only vaguely see a little sigh. Shen Zhixian said: "Whether you want to come back in the future is up to you."
Yan Jin's eyes widened suddenly, unable to believe what he heard for a while. He took a step forward in panic, his knee hit the side of the bed, and there was a loud bang. Hearing that, Shen Zhixian silently felt pain for him. Disciple going?"
His tone was frightened and astringent, like a little beast that was about to be abandoned.
- The little hedgehog is about to take the bait.
Shen Zhixian couldn't help laughing in his heart, but his face was full of melancholy and helplessness. He whispered: "The world is so big that you don't want to come back if you go out. If you are willing to come back, you are willing to recognize me as a master. …”
Shen Zhixian paused deliberately, and sure enough, he caught a glimpse of light in Yan Jin's eyes. He smiled gently, sat up slightly, and slowly took out a piece of paper from the storage bag on the side of the pillow.
"If you are still willing to recognize me as a master, why don't we make this contract."
A thin piece of paper was sandwiched between the slender and fair fingers. It was slightly yellowish, and the edges were uneven. I don't know where it was torn from a piece of paper, which was worn out.
Yan Jin moved his gaze to the piece of paper, hesitated for a moment, and took it carefully.
This piece of paper is not well preserved, and the words on it are blurred. It has to be read carefully to see what is written on it.
"This is what I got by accident. It's about a contract between master and apprentice. I'm thinking, if you want, we'll end it."
Because it is a residual page, the content on it is not very complete. The first half is the method of forming a contract, and the few lines in the second half seem to be the effect of forming a contract. The general idea is that after forming a contract, they cannot hurt each other. Punishment.
There was a line of words at the end, which was so blurry that Yan Jin pondered for a long time before vaguely recognizing a few words.
… of the same mind and never giving up.
He was disturbed by Shen Zhixian's remarks, and he subconsciously thought along with Shen Zhixian's words.
The master-apprentice contract... Between the master and the apprentice, they are united in one heart, not to hurt each other, as if... there seems to be nothing wrong.
Yan Jin thought in a trance, this contract is really suitable for the two of them.
He pinched the scrap page, and suddenly felt that the road ahead was at a loss and he didn't know where to go.
Master wants him to leave...
Obviously this is the result he has longed for for a long time, but why is it that after Shen Zhixian really said it, his heart is empty, so uncomfortable
Even the idea of not wanting to leave came up.
It was like a bunch of weeds were stuffed in his mind, and he was pulling desperately, making excuses for himself—yes!
See you!
See you again!
He still hadn't figured out what happened to the "Sui Jian" that he vaguely heard that day. It was the person he had been thinking about for two lifetimes, the person he had sought in every possible way but could not find it! !
The face of the man in white in front of him is completely different from the person in his memory—no, the memory is too chaotic, two lifetimes... It seems like more than two lifetimes, many memories are mixed together, he can't remember many things, just based on appearance , it's impossible to tell what.
He has vague guesses, but he doesn't dare to verify it.
Frightened, hesitant, on the edge of the truth, drawing the ground as a prison, trapping myself in a messy memory, unable to escape.
"—Ajin?"
Shen Zhixian's tone was a little hesitant when he saw the young man in front of him with ever-changing expressions—what's the matter? What kind of flower did he see in this contract
This scrap page was a long time ago, when he was idle and bored, and found it when he was looking for a book in the original old study. At that time, this page was casually clipped into a book of strange stories, if he just turned it over. A few pages, really can't find this thing.
Just after recognizing the words above, he immediately thought about it, and felt that it was probably a contract that could guarantee his own safety. It was written above, the two who formed the contract should not hurt each other - isn't this suitable for him and Yan Jin? !
Shen Zhixian immediately went to check the origin of the contract, but this piece of paper was so shabby, and the original body didn't even know where it came from, and he didn't even have a name.
After a long time, I gradually forgot. The reason I remembered it again was because of Yan Jin's pinch in the hot spring.
He clearly and clearly felt Yan Jin's killing intent.
So this scrap page was found again. After a few deep thoughts, Shen Zhixian finally made a decision and began to prepare for it.
Waiting for this day.
"Ajin doesn't want to, so forget it. Everyone has their own aspirations, I shouldn't force..." Shen Zhixian suddenly coughed, leaning forward slightly, as if to cough out the whole heart and lungs, his voice was hoarse. .
He finally stopped coughing, Shen Zhixian hoarse his voice, and sighed again: "... I was reluctant to give up the friendship between master and apprentice over the past few years, but since you have no heart, it is... kekekeke!"
This powerful medicine was in the right way. Yan Jin was so coughed that his soul would fly away. He didn't even care that the scrap page fell to the ground. Said: "Jie... tie! Master, please don't be angry, the disciple is ye..."
- The little hedgehog took the bait.
Biting the hook, he ran in the direction he wanted.
This pretentious cough was also very tired, Shen Zhixian calmed down a little, and reluctantly was fed two mouthfuls of spirit pills, then he panted slightly and pushed Yan Jin's hand away, "To make a pact to burn incense... go... Get the small incense burner over there."
Yan Jin didn't dare to disobey him, and took the things obediently.
It was a small incense burner the size of a palm. Shen Zhixian held him in his hand and gently lifted the lid. Something was burning inside. There was a fine layer of ash, and a faint aroma came out, which was vaguely familiar.
Yan Jin suddenly raised his eyes to look at Shen Zhixian—he had smelled this fragrance when Shen Zhixian had just summoned the Sword Spirit!
He finally showed some doubts on his face that could not be contained: "Master, this is..."
"Puppet wood." Shen Zhixian closed the lid and handed the incense burner back, "Wood can make puppets, just like real people. Ash can make illusions, it's hard to tell the real from the fake - go and disperse them under the cliff, don't teach people to see them. ."
Yan Jin took the small incense burner and suddenly understood something, his voice was a little dry: "Master, those sword spirits just now..."
"... Ah Jin, this stinky pig!"
Yan Shen's voice suddenly sounded, and Yan Jin subconsciously followed the sound, but it turned out that a green grass sprout flew in from the window, shouting while flying.
"It's so bad! It's so bad!" This time, it was the voice of a burly young man.
Yan Jin was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted - since the sword spirit is made of puppet wood ash, the so-called "truth" is just an illusion created by the master, and the dialogue between Yan Shen and the magic cultivator...
Xiaocaoya is really, he can learn all kinds of sounds!
There was a slight smile in Yan Jin's eyes. After the smile dissipated, he felt that his eyes were a little wet, and his heart was astringent. He was silent for a while, then he clenched the small incense burner and walked out. When he reached the door, He heard Shen Zhixian's voice.
One after the other, there are two.
"A Jin is a little hedgehog!"
"...Okay, you shut up."