After the sword test conference was over, Shen Zhixian went into seclusion again on the grounds that he had a heart attack and needed to recuperate his body, and no one was seen.
The disciples who were sent by Song Ming to ask Yan Shen what to do with them were about to kneel. In the past few days, they have come to Wufeng to see Shen Zhixian countless times, but every time they were turned away, and the responses they got were the same - follow the sect master's disposal. , Wufeng has nothing to say.
The little disciple even thought about whether to break in directly - of course, he could only think about it, Yan Jin was holding his sword and stomping at the door!
Although Senior Brother Yan looked expressionless, those little disciples clearly felt a murderous aura.
There was a murderous aura of "if you don't see it, you don't see it again and ask everyone to fight".
The younger disciples were so frightened that they all ran away.
Yan Jin's murderous intent is not without reason. The other little disciples didn't know the truth and thought that Shen Zhixian was really in seclusion. Only Yan Jin knew that Shen Zhixian was just avoiding him and didn't want to see him.
On the seventh day that Shen Zhixian stayed behind closed doors, Yan Jin finally knelt at the door and shouted "Master" hoarsely.
There was still no response inside.
Yan Jin was silent for a long time, then kowtowed three times seriously, and said in a low voice, "Master, this disciple is gone."
In the end, he still didn't dare to force Shen Zhixian. Shen Zhixian didn't want to see him. He just left. After a while, the Master's anger subsided...
Yan Jin stood up. Too many things happened during this time, maybe he really should leave for a while to calm down... Master, see you.
He chewed these two words and walked back distractedly. His steps were not as smooth as usual, and his reactions were not as sharp as usual. He didn't even notice that the window that had been closed for many days was quietly opened, revealing a greenery. .
After Yan Jin's figure completely disappeared, the window was quietly closed again. After a while, the door was pushed open with a creak, and a young man in white came out.
He has a handsome appearance, his eyes are clear and clear, and when he swings his folding fan leisurely, he has a vague sense of bookishness—the kind of bookishness that can dance with a sword and write with a pen.
Precious and wanton, as if they were two contradictory words, when used to describe him, there was no sense of disobedience.
He walked out like a leisurely stroll, took a deep breath, and a relaxed and comfortable smile appeared on his lips: "... If you don't leave, you will almost be suffocated in the room."
With the door half-closed, he could see Shen Zhixian sitting upright at the table in the room, raising his hand to pour tea, with a calm demeanor.
The young man in white folded the fan and knocked on the door. Shen Zhixian, who was in the room, was agitated by a loud thud, and he put down the teacup and turned his head to look over.
"Elder Shen, I'll be bothering you during this time!" The young man in white gave a casual nod, and the people in the room raised their hands in a gentle salute.
The young man in white scrutinized the people in the room carefully for a while, and finally felt relieved, brushed his sleeves, and turned and left in a dashing manner.
…
But saying this, Yan Jin went down the mountain in silence, turned around and looked at the mountain where he had lived for several years, his heart was at a loss.
Although he had been planning to leave, when the day really came, he was at a loss.
For a while I didn't know what to do.
When Yan Jin left this time, he didn't tell anyone other than Shen Zhixian, so there was no one to send him off.
He came alone a few years ago, and now he is also alone, with nothing else on his body except a sword, two suits, and a few spirit stones.
After standing silently for a moment, Yan Jin bent down and picked up a dead branch, tossed it casually, and followed the direction its branch pointed.
Because there was no specific direction, Yan Jin did not buy a mount to facilitate his journey like other disciples who went out to practice—of course, the biggest reason was that he was shy.
In fact, Shen Zhixian has never treated him badly in terms of money. In addition to the monthly money that is usually given to the eldest disciple, Shen Zhixian will often give him many spiritual stones from his small private library.
However, Yan Jin hadn't used it much in the past few years, so he kept it there. It was not until early on that he took it all out and bought Shen Zhixian a warm jade soft couch and a white jade table. In the end, there were still a few spirit stones left, which he brought out.
I don't want to use it either, it's a souvenir.
So the first thing that Yan Jin did when he left the teacher's door and went out to practice was in the small town at the foot of the mountain, at the house of an old grandfather with a bruised foot. He worked for him for three days, and finally got paid some money - copper coins a few Strings, a few pieces of silver.
The old grandpa lives alone, and the family is rich and has no shortage of money. Although Yan Jin is taciturn, his steadfastness and hard work make the old grandfather admire him very much. The old grandfather even wanted to introduce his granddaughter to him. The land gave him a lot of money as a reward.
Yan Jin thanked him earnestly, took only a little bit, and left.
Yan Jin, the eldest disciple of Qingyun Sect, who cannot be moved from the poor and lowly, went all the way to work, and the journey was extremely slow. When he came to another town not far from Qingyun Sect, he finally had a little money to be able to live in luxury. Inn too.
He randomly chose a small inn to stay in, but there was an accident when paying for it - a group of more than a dozen people rushed in in a hurry, and they arrived before anyone came: "Boss, Boss! Are there any vacancies? I want six!"
The innkeeper just handed the receipt to Yan Jin, when he heard the words, he was very embarrassed: "There are five rooms left..."
The group of people suddenly became depressed, and a younger boy rubbed his head in annoyance, rubbed his hair in a mess, and muttered: "Ah, why is it gone..."
In a blink of an eye, he just saw the paper in Yan Jin's hand, and then saw the long sword on Yan Jin's waist, guessing that he was a sword cultivator, his eyes lit up, he immediately came over and looked at the person eagerly: "This fellow Daoist, Are you willing to give this room to us? We are colleagues who do not want to be separated... There is an inn in front of you and there are three first-class rooms left, if fellow Daoists are willing to change it, we are willing to bear the cost of your accommodation."
This group of young men don't seem to be very old. The young boy who speaks is only fifteen or sixteen years old. He looks very smart and pleasant, and has a sword around his waist. It is probably from which sect came out to take experience as a playboy. disciples.
Yan Jin was silent for a moment, and without knowing what to think, he silently checked out the room he had just decided on.
The little boy was overjoyed, he was about to give him the money when he took out the purse, but he waved his hand and refused, turned around, left the inn, and walked to the other side.
He originally wanted to find another ordinary inn to stay in, but the cheap inns were full of people, and only the inn with three first-class rooms left as the young boy said before.
Yan Jin could only go there and spend half the money at once.
He didn't feel bad about money either, he had never suffered anything back then. To save trouble, he decided to have dinner at the inn. After resting for a while in the room, he put down his flat little bag and went downstairs with only his sword.
It was dinner time, and the downstairs was very lively. The boss is said to be a storyteller, and he has to invite a storyteller to tell stories every day.
Today the storyteller didn't know what story he told, which made an audience feel more genuine, and was having a good time with his theory.
"Old gentleman, what are you talking about in the public?" This was said by a man in white. He turned his back to Yan Jin and sat lazily next to the storyteller. Shaking the folding fan.
The storyteller was an old man with a long beard, and a grumpy old man: "What's wrong with the old man talking about a book? The streets are full of the words of those two, and the old man likes to talk about them. What's the matter?"
The man in white paused for a moment when he shook the fan, then sat up slightly, as if a little surprised: "The streets are full of the words of those two? What are the words of the two?"
The old storyteller probably really liked "those two". Hearing this, he snorted heavily, took out a thick stack of books from under the table like a juggler, placed it on the table, and pressed the book cherishly. Angle, and then said angrily: "You see for yourself."
The man in white casually took the book and looked at it, but he didn't take it seriously at first. Who would have thought that the more he looked at his back, the straighter his back became. Later, his face became dull. After changing a few books, I finally threw the book angrily: "Who wrote the damn thing!"
With this fall, several books showed their covers, and there were people watching the excitement read the book titles: "What happened to me and Shizun? The days when I lived with Shizun? Gentle Shizun and Xiaojiao? …”
He gave a short "Ah" and became excited: "Isn't this a series of storybooks written by Qingyun Bai Xiaosheng? It's so beautiful, I didn't even grab the latest book that came out last month!"
This Qingyun Baixiaosheng is not small, and he is a person who likes to hear stories and gossip.
"Hey, I know that too! The one who wrote about the master and the apprentice... oh, it's well written!"
"Yeah, this is a beautiful master-apprentice relationship - what, did the master sleep with his apprentice?"
"Probably maybe it doesn't seem like it hasn't. Last time, I said that the master was admiring the moon, and a pot of sake fell on his stomach. He got slightly drunk, and half-squinted his eyes and called his apprentice to come..."
"...Yeah! Shout out to apprentice! Is this a drunken mess?"
"What happened after that?"
The old storyteller woke up and took a shot, and wanted to continue talking.
- Pay off Yun Bai Xiaosheng!
For fear that others will not know who the prototype was written!
What ignorant little disciple is writing here, and when he turns around, he gets caught and beats him up!
The man in white-Shen Zhixian squeezed the folding fan until it creaked, and listened to their discussion with a sullen face.
He roughly flipped through the few storybooks just now, and because of the name "Qingyun", he immediately recognized that the prototypes of the two protagonists were him and Yan Jin—there were several small things there, it was him and Yan Jin What happened is not bad at all.
However, unlike the propaganda that he imagined to create a better future with harmonious master and apprentice, how did this Lao Shizi idiom write it...
So annoyed
Although Qingyun Bai Xiaosheng didn't write it clearly, based on Shen Zhixian's experience in reading novels over the years, he could see at a glance that there were some subtle feelings between the master and the apprentice in his writings.
Even the master and the apprentice can write a lingering look at each sword for ten thousand years. The young apprentice gave the master a bowl of medicine, and the bowl seemed to be a drink of unrepentant wine.
Shen Zhixian: "???"
—He's going back right away without further ado! To clear the portal! I want to catch this little disciple who is addicted to messing around! Assign him to the melon fields to grow melons!
When the storyteller talked about the rise, his beard twitched and he said ups and downs: "… Apprentice Ben was reading a book in the room, and when he heard the master call him, he left the book and walked out, and at a glance, he saw his cheeks flush. Drunk-eyed and glittering master…”
More and more outrageous.
Shen Zhixian cleared his throat with a light cough, used a folding fan instead of a wake-up wood, and banged on the table, "Sir, can't you be positive and optimistic?"
Once again interrupted, the old storyteller's beard was trembling with anger this time, he grabbed Xingmu with one hand and tried to throw him, angrily said, "Why do you young man talk so much? Can you tell me!"
Shen Zhixian leaned back slightly to avoid him, and corrected him with a smile: "These messy words are not right in the book, the master and the apprentice are good, how can there be so much weirdness, you should promote the honest and honest teacher between the master and the apprentice. Discipleship, encourage everyone to respect the teacher's way and love the apprentice, only the teacher and the apprentice can create a better future for the self-cultivation world together..."
Next to him, he heard that the book was on the rise, but was interrupted several times, and the boss, who couldn't hold back his dark face, finally couldn't stand it anymore. This book has nothing to do with you, how can you talk so much?"
Shen Zhixian coughed lightly again, suppressed the smile on his face, and said sternly: "There is no name in the rivers and lakes, it is not worth mentioning, but unfortunately, the little apprentice in your book is a distant cousin of mine, I really can't see his heart of respecting a teacher being so misunderstood..."
Everyone was taken aback by his serious expression, and for a while they felt that what he said was true, or that Laoer had lived a long time and read more. "What's your name, what proof do you have?"
Shen Zhixian shook off the folding fan, stood up and walked two steps, with a dashing and romantic demeanor: "The old nest knows to return to Liang Shangyan, and we meet every year—you see each other every year. Look at the discussion, you all know who the apprentice of the master is in the book. You can go to Qingyunzong to find the little apprentice for verification and see if he recognizes my cousin."
- Yan Jin has long since gone somewhere, it's strange that they can find talent.
Shen Zhixian thought leisurely, and looked at the contemplative expressions of the people around him with satisfaction. As soon as a smile appeared on his lips, he heard a bang, the sound of a teacup falling to pieces.
Who was frightened like this
Shen Zhixian turned around to look, but as soon as he turned around, he felt that his eyes were dark, and a face he thought would never appear here appeared in front of him.
My heart suddenly thumped, this is probably the feeling of being caught gossiping behind my back. Shen Zhixian took a step back subconsciously. Who knew that in the next instant, someone grabbed his wrist tightly, and the young man's tense voice sounded in his ear: "—See you again?"
After the sudden change, the surrounding audience were stunned, and the scene fell silent for a while, and all kinds of surprised, curious, gossip and lively gazes staggered over.
Yan Jin pursed her lips, and her gaze stopped for a moment on that unfamiliar face. Sensing that the man in white seemed to have the intention of throwing his hand away, he gripped the slender wrist harder and harder, not letting go at all, and dragged the man upstairs without saying a word.
With a bang, the door slammed open.
With a bang, the door was closed.
Shen Zhixian raised his hand slightly, struggled hard, but did not break free, but was pushed against the door by the young man, with Shen Rumoyu's eyes staring at him without blinking.
A slightly rapid breathing sounded in his ears.
Behind him is a hard door, and in front of him is a youth full of oppressive and threatening approaches, his wrists are still tightly clasped, and he cannot move on the door.
Shen Zhixian frowned, suddenly feeling that something was wrong.