In the silent room, two people are next to each other.
This posture is really not good, it is completely in an oppressed position, like a cat being cornered and has nowhere to escape.
Only to be bullied by others.
Shen Zhixian estimated his own combat strength, and estimated Yan Jin's. He was cowardly. Before going out, he asked the fourth elder to help seal several spiritual acupoints before going out.
At this time, he was just a flamboyant person, and even when he drew his sword, he was only in a stance without spiritual power.
Yan Jin was still staring at him, her eyes burning hot, and she carefully surveyed his face.
Shen Zhixian was not afraid that he would recognize him. He deliberately used various means to disguise himself. Even people with a higher realm than him might not be able to recognize his original appearance, so he didn't believe that Yan Jin recognized him at a glance.
So what did Yan Jin find so nervous?
A vague thought flashed by, and his attention returned to this awkward posture - he is not a good woman, and Yan Jin is not a street bully, what are you doing in such a posture!
He struggled to get his wrist again, but this time Yan Jin relaxed a little bit. Although he still didn't let go, he allowed his hand to let go.
Shen Zhixian cleared his throat. In order to be safe, he even changed his voice. It lost a touch of coldness and preferred a fresh and clean voice, "You..."
"you… "
The two "you" overlapped, Shen Zhixian paused, slightly raised his chin, and signaled the other party to speak first.
Yan Jin didn't refuse, his voice was tight and astringent, as if he hadn't drank water for three days, and he bit each word very clearly: "Who are you... who are you?"
"Huh?" Shen Zhixian was stunned for a while, not knowing why.
He could guarantee that Yan Jin didn't recognize him. His appearance, name, and voice were all well-disguised. If Yan Jin recognized him as his master, he shouldn't have reacted like this.
Without getting a response, Yan Jin moved closer, her hot chest was almost close, and the heat of the words in her breath rushed towards Shen Zhixian's face, "—See you in the new year?"
"Hey." This time, Shen Zhixian responded subconsciously. After the response, he felt that the strength on his wrist had increased a bit. He regained his senses, and a little doubt appeared in his heart. Yan Jin... Did he react to this name?
Does Yan Jin know the name?
It doesn't make sense. The original name was only used when I was out for training when I was a teenager. At that time, Yan Jin was only a little old, and I didn't know where it was. Shen Zhixian thought back for a while, but did not find the memory of the original body and Xiao Yanjin's acquaintance. .
In Qingyun Sect, the name was even more secretive, even Song Ming did not know it, and Yan Jin had nowhere to know the name.
Shen Zhixian made a quick turn in his mind and felt that Yan Jin had probably met someone with the same name, so he let go and said with a smile, "I haven't done anything bad, let's sit down and talk if we have something to say?"
Yan Jin ignored his words and repeated the original question with perseverance: "Who are you?"
This stubborn boy.
Yan Jin only grabbed one of his hands, he shook the other hand calmly, stopped some restlessness in his sleeves, took a breath, and said quietly: "My name is old and I live at home. In an unnamed town at the foot of Zixu Mountain, an ordinary idler who has nothing to do when he is idle, walks around and sees the world, it is an experience."
He really said it seriously, but Yan Jin lost his interest in what he said, and a strand of spiritual energy that sucked like a hair quietly flowed into Shen Zhixian's body, quietly investigating.
If he were an ordinary person, he would have no reaction to such subtle spiritual power, but Shen Zhixian is not an ordinary person. He is very familiar with spiritual power. , he felt it immediately.
But he couldn't resist, and he couldn't resist.
Shen Zhixian simply pretended he didn't know, stood still with an innocent face, and let him investigate generously.
Yan Jin didn't go too far. The spiritual power only swam around in his body for a while and then withdrew it. This man named Suijian in white has an empty body, like an ordinary person, with no spiritual power at all. Mark of.
Not a trace.
But…
Where he touched the opponent's wrist, his palm began to heat up.
Like a fire burning in the palm of his hand, the contract that was just formed in the depths of the sea of spiritual consciousness, after more than half a month of silence, finally there was some movement.
It's like the long drought that finally meets the rain, and it's like the joy of a hungry little hedgehog who has finally found a fruit forest and can carry many small fruits on its back.
Yan Jin had a bottom line in his heart and heaved a sigh of relief. The tense and oppressive breath finally loosened up a little, and his words were slightly restrained and sharp, and returned to his usual calm appearance: "You have no spiritual power, why are you here? Immortal cultivation world."
For ordinary people, if they want to travel, there are countless great rivers and mountains in the mortal world, why do they need to come to this world where immortals travel everywhere?
A chiyu who was inadvertently caught up in the fight between the immortals and cultivators had nowhere to say.
Shen·Ordinary·Zhixian said sincerely: "Life is short for decades, how can I live in a small place because of fear and stop moving forward? Although I can't cultivate immortals because of my stupid talent, but I have longed for it for a long time, and it is not easy to have it. When I have the opportunity, I naturally want to come and see it.”
Yan Jin was noncommittal, glanced down at him, and then asked: "I didn't listen carefully downstairs - who are you from the little apprentice in the book?"
Shen Zhixian: "..."
If he knew that Yan Jin was here, how could he talk nonsense about Yan Jin's distant cousin! Isn't this waiting to be dismantled on the spot!
Then again, how long has Yan Jin been out of the house, is he a hedgehog degenerated into a snail! Why are you still wandering around here?
Shen Zhixian babbled vaguely: "Just... I'm a disciple of that master's disciple... Well, distant cousin, the kind that is 108,000 miles away."
Look, he is really clever. He didn't say Yan Jin's name clearly. Even if Yan Jin pursues it, he can forcefully defend himself. Anyway, Yan Jin is a disciple of "that master", and other ordinary disciples also Barely can be regarded as under the door!
Shen Zhixian thought arrogantly, but when he was done with this time, he would slip away immediately and never ask Yan Jin to hold on to the braid again.
This time, he insisted on letting Yan Jin go out to practice. Originally, he thought that the time was almost up, and he wanted Yan Jin to make a foray to see if he could break into the secret realm where the scales were hidden.
The reason why he didn't want to reveal his identity was that he had to change his face and name to follow him quietly. On the one hand, his long-silent Jianghu knight in the second soul was about to move, and on the other hand, he was afraid that the bad guy Yan Jin would suddenly have a convulsion one day. , what should I do if I want to deceive my teacher and destroy my ancestors?
Although it was said that the two of them had made a contract, but just based on that scrap page... To be honest, Shen Zhixian didn't really believe it.
What if it was a false contract! If Yan Jin turns black suddenly, the ghost knows if this broken contract can be stopped - don't forget that Yan Jin is still a protagonist!
With the protagonist halo, who can resist this!
Shen Zhixian raised his eyes and looked at Yan Jin's expression quietly, and felt that the other party looked normal, as if he believed his nonsense, so he thought about saying goodbye quickly, and waved his hand pretending not to care: "If there's nothing wrong, it's better to relax. a hand?"
When Yan Jin heard the words, he really let go.
Shen Zhixian breathed a sigh of relief, consciously wanting to escape from the wolf's mouth, feeling happy, and bowed his hands to him freely, said goodbye, and turned to open the door to go out.
But who knew that the hand was just next to the door, just pushed open a crack, and the other hand was caught again.
Yan Jin's slow voice came from behind: "Wait."
Shen Zhixian's heart throbbed for a moment.
The calm and calm voice continued: "I see you and I like each other, it's better to walk together, it can be regarded as taking care of each other." He paused, and seemed to ask meaningfully, "What do you think?"
…
how?
Not at all!
It is obviously a question sentence, but the strength of the person holding the hand is actually a declarative sentence!
Shen Zhixian didn't know what Yan Jin was thinking, he only knew that he was being held in a wolf's den and could not move.
He wanted to slip away, but was held in the nest by the big-tailed wolf with one paw. It is not difficult to solve this problem, as long as he reveals his identity...
Forget it, Shen Zhixian thought, he should continue to pretend.
He refused to reveal his identity, so Yan Jin had nothing to be afraid of.
Even Shen Zhixian made an excuse to say that he had already reserved a room next door and wanted to go back to live, but he was ruthlessly rejected.
The young man stood with his sword in his arms and looked over faintly. His eyes were as dark as a deep pool, and he couldn't see any emotion.
Shen Zhixian: "..."
Bing, Bing, Bing the pot cover! Bing!
Talk, talk, talk about cotton!
Shen Zhixian, who was really incapable of getting out, finally lost the smile on his face. He simply gave up the struggle and had someone bring hot water. Then he sat down on the couch angrily, and said expressionlessly: "I want to take a bath, please avoid it. avoid."
Yan Jin was hesitant at first, but Shen Zhixian glanced at him, then neatly untied his jacket and threw it on the shelf, then took off his shoes and socks, revealing a pair of feet.
Yan Jin's gaze shifted unconsciously.
Shen Zhixian's feet were as white as porcelain because of the infrequent sunlight, and light blue blood vessels were vaguely visible, floating under the thin skin, and their toes were like pearls found in the deep sea, lustrous and precious.
He stood up and took two steps lazily, put his fingers on the tie of his underwear, glanced at Yan Jin, and said lazily, "Aren't you going yet?"
Yan Jin suddenly regained his senses, and as soon as he looked up, he saw his neckline, which was half ripped loose, with a small piece of skin on his chest, and turned his head hastily as if he had been burned, "I... I'm waiting outside the door. ."
After he finished speaking, he hurriedly pushed the door out and closed the door again, probably because of his uneasy mood, the door slammed into the door frame with a loud noise.
Shen Zhixian raised his eyebrows, looking at his reaction, he found it quite interesting, two big men, you have and I have, why are you so nervous?
So nervous, still dare to hold him to come to Bingzhuye to talk?
In a small town inn, the various conditions are naturally incomparable to Qingyunzong. The hot water is the most common hot water, and there is no spiritual energy at all.
However, when Shen Zhixian soaked in the water, he still breathed a long sigh of relief.
He left several days later than Yan Jin, and he was worried that Yan Jin was going fast, but after a few days, he walked too far and couldn't find it, so he was in a hurry for the past two days, and he couldn't take a good rest.
Who would have thought that Yan Jin happened to be here.
This is fine, he can take a good rest.
The hot water relieved the tiredness of his body, Shen Zhixian plucked the water with his slender fingers, thinking wearily, without spiritual power, being an ordinary person is still a little tired.
The subtle chirping sound came from the bed, and Shen Zhixian immediately returned to his senses, his eyes followed the sound, and he stared at the little grass sprout that had just emerged from his sleeve.
Shen Zhixian made a gesture of silence, Xiaocaoya stopped, flew over aggrievedly, sat down beside the bathtub unhappily, the two small leaves bent down, imitating the posture of human beings on their hips.
"Okay, okay, I've been wronged by holding back my sleeves, who made this happen to A Jin all of a sudden." Shen Zhixian leaned over, almost speaking in an angry voice, "Just stay in your storage bag for the past few days. , and then come out after Ah Jin walks away."
Hearing this, Xiaocaoya got even more angry, and stood by the bucket and stomped vigorously. In the end, she was not satisfied. She splashed Shen Zhixian with a small leaf next to the water surface, and made a short and low "chirp".
Shen Zhixian splashed the water, covering up the movement made by one person and one grass, but he had no choice, "Ajin insists on leaving together, and I can't help it... Hmm? What did you say? Are you going to find him?"
Shen Zhixian lowered his almost uncontrollable voice, and became unhappy: "Why are you looking for him? Are you the grass he raised or the grass I raised?"
"Chirp!"
Xiaocaoya seemed to have made up her mind, shook the water on her body, and wanted to abandon her master to find Yan Jin, but Shen Zhixian grabbed the small root just as she flew up.
Shen Zhixian whispered: "A Jin is super poor, he didn't bring any spiritual stones with him. If you want to go with him, then you won't have any spiritual pills to eat."
The grass sprout moved.
Shen Zhixian showed a triumphant smile of "as expected", but this smile lasted for less than a moment, and Xiaocaoya suddenly pulled the thin root out of his fingers and flew to the windowsill.
Without looking back, he flew out between the half-opened windows.
Shen Zhixian: "???"
It also gave Shen Zhixian a little face, and didn't go out directly from the door to reveal Shen Zhixian's identity, but Shen Zhixian was still furious.
—This immature grass!
I don't know how many elixir I want to eat from him all day long, but now I want to abandon my master because of a little setback! Another throw into the arms of others!
Shen Zhixian, who was tragically abandoned, regarded the water as Yan Jin, and his face became more and more vigorous.
Yan Jin stood at the door holding his sword, neither walking nor waiting. Listening to the sound of the water, he couldn't help but remember that he had just seen Shen Zhixian's bare feet, and then he went up... Under the loose robe, there should be a pair of straight and slender legs...
His ears suddenly became hot, he raised his hand and touched it uncomfortably, pursed his lips, and began to meditate in his heart.
By the time Shen Zhixian finished bathing slowly, it was already late. Because of what happened to the storyteller, he hadn't eaten tonight and was a little hungry. He was about to ask someone to remove the hot water and bring something to eat. When the door opened, Yan Jin came in with a three-tier snack box. .
The aroma of the food spreads to the nostrils in an instant.
Shen Zhixian's annoyance that he was caught in the wolf's den and was not allowed to leave finally dissipated a little, and he walked lazily with his shoes.
Because he had just finished bathing, the ends of his hair on the temples were still a little wet, his cheeks were a little red from the heat, and his clothes were not properly worn.
He smelled the aroma of the food, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but move, and a few drops of water slipped silently into his collar, leaving wet water marks on his fair skin.
When Yan Jin saw it, he felt that the tips of his ears, which had just returned to normal, started to get hot again. He hurriedly lowered his head and laid out the dishes.
Xiaocaoya was sitting on Yan Jin's shoulder, chirping and chirping. Shen Zhixian became angry when she saw it, resisting the urge to pull it off, and looked at it curiously: "What is this?"
Yan Jin put a bowl of white rice in front of Shen Zhixian, placed a wooden chopstick, and moved after hearing the words, "It's the little grass sprout raised by my master."
He withdrew his hand and sat down. There were no dishes and chopsticks in front of him. He knew who was sitting across from him. Although he didn't know what Shen Zhixian was planning, when he thought about eating at the same table with Shen Zhixian, he felt a little uncomfortable. comfortable.
With his spiritual power in his body, he is not afraid even if he does not eat. Master has no spiritual power and can't fast, that's the most important thing.
It's a pity that this small place has the best meals. Master Jin Yiyu is used to eating, and he doesn't know if he can eat it.
What Yan Jinman was thinking about, Shen Zhixian didn't know, he just stared at Xiaocaoya for a while, then said slowly, "This grass looks very stupid."
Yan Jin: "..."
Little Grass Sprout: "… "
Xiao Caoya was about to jump over to pat him with a "chirp", but Yan Jin quickly grabbed it in her hands and coughed lightly.
For the first time, Xiaocaoya was actively held in the palm of Yan Jin's hand, and she immediately settled down.
Shen Zhixian: "..."
He was even more angry, his eyes were withdrawn, and he was not upset.
There are three dishes and one soup on the table, which is quite rich and smells good. Shen Zhixian was hungry, so he didn't bother to be polite. When he saw that Yan Jin didn't eat, he didn't bother to care. He just ate a small bowl of rice with a few plates of side dishes. Then he put down the tableware and chopsticks gracefully, and took out the veil to wipe Wipe your mouth.
Seeing that he ate the same amount as usual, Yan Jin was slightly relieved, but a little worried.
Shizun always eats so little, no wonder he is so thin...
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Shen Zhixian sip tea and politely ask him "what's your name".
The stranger's posture is full, as if it is really a passerby who has met by chance.
"..." Yan Jin was silent for a moment, but he called out, "See you brother."
"Cough cough—" Shen Zhixian almost spit out a sip of tea, and he was so choked that he couldn't say a word.
Yan Jin stood up in silence and walked over, gently stroking his back and taking care of him.
In the early days, Shen Zhixian pretended to be sick and coughed a lot, and he was very used to Yan Jin's actions. At this time, although he changed his identity on the bright side, he subconsciously didn't feel that something was wrong. After coughing for a while, he was relieved. His cheeks were slightly flushed, he was panting slightly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you call me?"
Yan Jin poured another cup of tea for him, and when he finished drinking, he said, "My name is Yan Jin. I am the little apprentice in the book, your distant cousin. I should call you... "
He paused for a while, and then called out again seriously: "See you brother at Sui?"
Shen Zhixian: "???"
Shen Zhixian was called "Brother" twice in a row by him, and his old face couldn't hold back. He forced a calm roar on his face, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, Yan Jin said again: "Is it supposed to be called that? I'm used to it since I was a child. I've never had a brother, and I don't know what to call it..."
There was a look of doubt on his face, and when a pair of black eyes looked over, there was a hint of daze and confusion in his eyes.
Shen Zhixian suddenly remembered that Xiao Yanjin's back a few years ago, who was lonely and thin and would not fight back when he was bullied. He suddenly softened, grabbed the folding fan at hand, opened it with a brush, and half-covered his face to hide the unnaturalness on his face: "Well, what, brother, you don't need to call me, just... just call me by my name."
Yan Jin seemed a little regretful, hesitated for a moment, but still answered "Okay".
After answering "Okay", he called out "Goodbye" again.
Somehow, Shen Zhixian felt that there was nostalgia, nostalgia, and some fusion in that "New Year's Eve", an unusual enthusiasm and... a little bit of invisible sadness.
He remembered his previous guess, and the hand shaking the folding fan paused for a moment before making a soft "um" sound.
A little unhappy.
The "Yan Jin" that Yan Jin had seen before was so worth his memory? Even meeting someone with the same name can't help empathizing?
So thinking about that "Sui Jian", why didn't you go with him before!
The unhappy Shen Zhixian decided to go to bed early tonight and refused to talk to Yan and Cao Ya.
After all, he is just an ordinary person now!
There is only one bed, so of course Yan Jin will not snatch it from Shen Zhixian. In the bottom of his heart, he silently wondered why Shen Zhixian was suddenly unhappy, but he didn't dare to ask, he silently blew out the candle for Shen Zhixian, and sat obediently on the small soft couch with Xiaocaoya.
The window was half open, and a piece of moonlight poured in, with a light breeze, slightly cool.
It was already deep at night, Xiaocaoya stood by the window and basked in the moonlight and slept soundly. Shen Zhixian was breathing for a long time on the bed, and he was obviously asleep.
Yan Jin opened his eyes, his eyes were clear. He tilted his head to look in the direction of the bed, and walked over quietly after a while.
Maybe Shen Zhixian still treats him as a "stranger" on the bright side, so tonight Shen Zhixian's sleeping position is very upright, his inner clothes are meticulously dressed, the quilt is placed on his lower abdomen, he is lying on his back, his hands are folded The quilt is on, and it looks serious.
Yan Jin stared at him for a long time.
In the years when Qing Yunzong lived next to Shen Zhixian, he had the privilege to see Shen Zhixian sleeping several times, as unrestrained and unrestrained as his swordsmanship.
The quilt was about to fall halfway to the ground, the pillow was pushed crookedly, and Shen Zhixian rolled up a corner of the quilt, sleeping soundly on his side, his long hair scattered like ink.
When awakened by Xiaocaoya, he will roll over the quilt angrily, and say "don't be noisy" tired and soft.
Yan Jin looked down with deep eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
A strand of hair was constantly swept across his face by the wind, and Shen Zhixian felt very uncomfortable, so he raised his hand and fiddled it a few times while he was sleeping.
However, the strand of hair was very stubborn, and as soon as Shen Zhixian put his hand back, it started to make trouble again under the agitation of the wind.
Shen Zhixian murmured slightly.
Yan Jin's eyes softened unconsciously, and he didn't even notice a smile on his lips.
He gently arranged the strand of hair for Shen Zhixian before moving his gaze to Shen Zhixian's wrist.
Because he had just fiddled with his hair, Shen Zhixian's hand was no longer placed on his lower abdomen when he retracted it, and he casually placed it beside him, curling his fingers slightly.
Yan Jin squatted half-squatting and held his hand quietly.
Shen Zhixian's hands were cold and cold at all times, as if they would never be warm. Yan Jin gently turned his hand over and took the pulse for him.
When Yan Jin left, Shen Zhixian's body was still very weak. Although he seemed to be fine now, Yan Jin did not dare to take it lightly.
Fortunately, the pulse is stable and strong, and there is no serious problem.
Yan Jin breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but think more.
Seeing him now, Shizun doesn't seem to be very angry, do you... Forgive him? Why did Master suddenly change his identity? Still using this name by accident?
He was thinking wildly, and his eyes turned slightly, and he saw that on Shen Zhixian's empty wrist, the jade beads he used to wear were missing.
Thinking about it, Shen Zhixian's disguise is not easy to wear anymore, so he took it off.
On the fair-skinned wrist, there was an area with a particularly different color - without the jade beads to block it, the scars on Shen Zhixian's wrist were clearly displayed in front of Yan Jin's eyes.
This scar, Yan Jin had seen a little bit before, but only now saw it completely. It was an irregular wound, not a knife cut or a sword, and it lay on the snow-white wrist. When you touched it lightly, there was a slight bump.
Yan Jin looked at it carefully without missing a single detail. The scar seemed to be... caused by repeated gnawing.
How can a person with such a status as Master have such a woeful wound on his body?
The bottom of Yan Jin's heart gradually became suspicious. For some reason, he had an intuition that this scar might have nothing to do with Shen Zhixian, but something to do with it...
See you soon.
See you soon...
He chewed the name over and over again in his heart, and tasted a little sweet, astringent, happy and sad.
It's so complicated that it's hard to explain.
In fact, many of his memories are chaotic and incomplete. Those past events were crushed and shattered in the interlacing of two lifetimes, leaving only a few fragments embedded in his mind.
He has long forgotten why he had to find such a person. He only remembered that those deep-rooted obsessions repeated in his mind, and his life seemed incomplete. Into the bone and blood, it is considered complete.
Forcibly searching for memories made his head start to hurt, Yan Jin couldn't help but exert some strength on his hands. Shen Zhixian, who was sleeping, noticed the discomfort, moved his hands uneasily, frowned and snorted.
The hand holding Shen Zhixian suddenly became hot like fire, and the contract in the sea of spiritual consciousness issued a warning, telling him not to mess around with stinging pain.
Yan Jin suddenly came back to his senses, aware of the terrifying thought that had just arisen, he pursed his lips tightly, struggling in the bottom of his eyes, and a slight red color silently floated up.
Sect Master Wen said, "See you every year, my disciple."
The sentence that Master read out is that we meet each other year after year.
It seemed to be revealing some truth that he had longed for for a long time.
In fact, there is no need to ask anyone for confirmation. The most instinctive and direct reaction in his heart has already told him the truth, but he is hesitant, for fear that everything in front of him is just a mirror image, and he is afraid to touch it.
The headache seemed to burst into two halves, Yan Jin endured the pain, gently put down Shen Zhixian's hand, stood up, and staggered two steps when he walked back.
Master.
See you soon.
Yan Jin couldn't help looking back, and the handsome-looking man on the couch was sound asleep, without the slack and ease when he was awake, and his eyes were full of tenderness when he was asleep.
Like the full moon, the brightest and brightest moonlight.
…
Shen Zhixian, incarnated as an ordinary person, was indeed very tired after two consecutive days of driving. Although he wanted to be on guard against Yan Jin, he couldn't resist the surge of tiredness.
I only vaguely felt that my hand seemed to have been hit, and it hurt a little, but it was only for a moment.
He looked at his hand to and fro suspiciously, except that it was a little red, nothing was wrong.
He summed it up as falling asleep in the middle of the night and bumping his hands against the edge of the bed—it wasn't the first time anyway, so he didn't take it to heart.
Yan Jin had to go with him, but Shen Zhixian couldn't refuse, so he could only ask him calmly, "Where to go?"
He has no direction by himself, so he has to see where Yan Jin goes, and see if he can bump into the secret realm that hides the scales in the original book.
Just go with him, he is careful not to reveal his identity... It should be, it is not a big problem.
Maybe they can become "good brothers" with Yan Jin, and when the time comes to find the shark scales, Yan Jin can still look at the brotherhood and divide him a little bit.
Shen Zhixian, who was completely unaware that his waistcoat had lost everything, thought optimistically.
Yan Jin actually didn't have a clear destination at all, but Shen Zhixian couldn't bear to keep looking at him, so he hesitated and said a direction: "Then... let's go south."
Shen Zhixian nodded, agreeing.
Once you've set the direction, you're ready to go.
Shen Zhixian had had enough hardships for the past two days and decided to choose a comfortable riding mount. Not far from this town, there was a place that sold all kinds of mounts, so he decided to take a look.
Of course Yan Jin had no objection, and followed him silently with the grass sprout.
Before leaving the town, Shen Zhixian suddenly thought of something, so he went back to his study and asked Yan Jin to wait outside, he wanted to go in and buy things himself.
Yan Jin wanted to follow, but he glared at him and stopped.
Fortunately, Shen Zhixian went in for a while, and came out soon after. When he came out, he was empty-handed and his face was a little subtle.
Yan Jin just pretended that he couldn't see him, and only asked softly, "Have you bought it?"
Hearing him ask, Shen Zhixian's expression became even weirder, and he shook his head after a while, "If you meet a black-hearted boss, don't buy it, let's go."
Shen Zhixian took the lead and walked forward, Yan Jin looked back at the study, and with his excellent ear, he just happened to hear the whisper of the owner of the study.
"Aiya, this set of books was sold, but I made a lot of money... I don't feel bad anymore, I'll go back and listen to the story a few more times..."
Yan Jin lowered his eyelashes, turned around and strode to follow.
…
The place to buy and sell mounts is very lively. There are all kinds of mounts. The crane and civet cat are the most common.
Shen Zhixian took a fancy to a flying fish - as the name suggests, it is a fish that can fly in the air, with a generous back, an ordinary size, and can seat two or three people.
The sellers of the mounts sold them vigorously: "Come here to buy this chop? It's super fast and super stable, you can fly, and you can see how lively the scenery is when you're on your way... The most important thing is safety! I've been selling fish for so many years, but I haven't heard of it yet. Said about the fall incident!"
Shen Zhixian was a little moved and asked, "Can ordinary people sit?"
The boss was interrupted when he was talking endlessly. He was stunned for a while, looked up and down Shen Zhixian, and suddenly realized: "Ah, I thought you were a disciple from a major sect, you are handsome... My flying fish is so obedient and obedient that ordinary people can sit there!”
The flying fish grows larger when it needs to be ridden, and usually shrinks into a fist-sized fish, wrapped in a water polo. The boss took out a water polo with a sea-blue flying fish in it. He said "Hi", tossed the water polo, and drank lightly, "Come out!"
The flying fish broke through the water ball and suddenly grew bigger, and floated beside Shen Zhixian obediently. The two pea-sized eyes on the flat fish's face were rolling, and it looked... actually a little cute.
Shen Zhixian touched its head, and the flying fish spit out a bunch of small bubbles at him, and rubbed his hand without recognition. , and shyly retracted his hand.
Shen Zhixian saw that it was fun, and boldly took out a bag of spirit stones: "Just it!"
The boss made a big business as soon as it opened today, and he couldn't stop laughing. You know, the price of flying fish is not low! Looking at the generous guest, he responded in a continuous voice: "Well, the guest is generous, I'll give you another plush blanket! It's windy in the sky, so don't blow it—what else do you want from the guest?"
Shen Zhixian looked at Yan Jin and knew that he probably didn't have much money, so he said, "What do you want to buy? Just choose."
The boss looked at Yan Jin enthusiastically, but Yan Jin shook his head and said calmly, "It's not safe for you to sit on the flying fish alone, I'll walk with you."
The boss suddenly looked disappointed.
Shen Zhixian thought for a while, and felt that it was reasonable, so he didn't force it. Although he was confident that nothing would happen to him, because he couldn't use his spiritual power, he had brought a lot of gadgets, and it was no problem to save his life.
After half an hour, the two of them sat on the flying fish and began to fly south.
Shen Zhixian would choose Feiyu, in fact, he wanted to try what the plane in the world of immortals looked like. After all, when flying in modern times, looking at the clouds outside through the window always felt unreal.
Shen Zhixian, who was full of thoughts about holding Liu Yun and staring at the world with joy, regretted it half an hour after the flying fish took off.
Fly-too-high-wind-good-big-ah!
Shen Zhixian looked down, and the long-lost fear of heights came up again. His fear of heights is not really serious, such as flying on a plane, climbing mountains with railings, etc. As long as he knows that there are things around him that prevent him from falling, he will not be afraid.
Only now this...
The surroundings are empty and there is nowhere to reach, as if it will fall at any time, which will make him afraid.
Shen Zhixian was a little scared and a little regretful, so he moved towards Yan Jin calmly, raised his eyes to look into the distance, didn't look sideways, pretending to be calm.
Yan Jin was keenly aware of his emotional changes, thought for a moment, pinched his fingertips, and with a slight "puff", a blister-like barrier covered the mermaid and the fish.
The gusty wind suddenly disappeared, Shen Zhixian was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Yan Jin, but found that Yan Jin also moved towards him at some point, sitting beside him in a protective posture, close to him. within easy reach.
As soon as you turn your head and raise your hand, you can touch it.
Being too close, Shen Zhixian felt a little uncomfortable and coughed lightly, just as Yan Jin was also looking at him, as if seeing through his fear, he said "don't be afraid" to him.
A rather soothing tone.
Shen Zhixian suddenly felt that his tall image as an elder—well, my cousin was also an elder, and he was all gone.
He coughed again and decided to create an image of a good cousin who cares for his cousin. He then asked kindly with a smile, "How have you been in recent years?"
Yan Jin looked at him silently for a moment, not really understanding what Master was tossing about. But since Shizun asked, he said it truthfully: "It's good, Shizun treats me very well, that is..."
Shen Zhixian's smile froze, and suddenly he didn't want to hear his "that's it", but Yan Jin didn't give him a chance to interrupt, so he continued.
"... It's just that Shizun's health is not good, and he doesn't like to drink medicine. He always likes to add a lot of sugar every time he drinks Lingdan water. I can’t persuade…”
Shen Zhixian: "..."
Shen Zhixian: "???"
Let you talk about yourself, who asked you to secretly complain about Master! ! !
Lingdan water is so unpleasant to drink, he is not allowed to add sugar quietly! ! !
Shen Zhixian tried his best to control his hand, not to knock on the head of the rebel, turned his head angrily to look at the scenery, and ignored Yan Jin.
Now that he has a barrier, he feels very safe, and he is not so afraid of heights.
Yan Jin looked at the dark back of Shen Zhixian's head, pursed his lips, and a shallow smile appeared in his eyes, which was fleeting.
…
Flying all the way to the south today, there are not many people, mostly continuous mountains.
Fortunately, Shen Zhixian went to buy two storage bags on purpose this morning, one for Yan Jin and one for himself.
The one for Yan Jin is naturally a special storage bag for immortals, which can hold a lot of things and store food for a short time.
He originally carried a high-quality storage bag, which was filled with all kinds of things that ordinary people would not have, but now that Yan Jin is walking with him, it is difficult for him to take it out and use it.
Just buy another one and do it for yourself.
Yan Jin took out the cakes he bought in the morning, heated them with water, and then handed them to Shen Zhixian.
Shen Zhixian ate two pieces, then stopped eating and took out a pack of snacks to eat.
Yan Jin held the snack and said softly, "Can you eat a little more?"
Shen Zhixian shook his head and refused. This cake is not very delicate. After eating two pieces, you will be tired. Why don't you eat some snacks - this preserved fruit is delicious.
Yan Jin pursed her lips and put away the pastry again.
After eating delicious food, Shen Zhixian felt better, the distance was long, and it was not a problem for the two of them to sit together, so he started chatting again.
This time, he deliberately avoided the identity between the two, and talked about the interesting and strange things he had heard in the past. At least, he used to travel often before he wore books. He was full of what he saw and heard, enough to make Yan Jin listen to it.
Probably without the shackles of Qingyunzong, and wearing the skin of Suijian without fear, the sky is wide and wide, and even the mood is opened up. Shen Zhixian was talking about getting up, and he couldn't help but take up his old job and sing while touching his palms.
"Young horses and long songs, drunk and lying on the mountains and rivers outside the clouds, Zeng Ji Lantai warm wine accompanied by the moon setting, Tanyue spring is flying in the dark, Yunzi is leisurely knocking on the night boat, and pillows are full of smoke and the stars and rivers are wide..."
He sang a paragraph, and felt at ease both physically and mentally. He narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head back, and said to Yan Jin with a smile: "The scenery is infinitely beautiful, I can't help it, don't mind."
Yan Jin shook his head, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, like the twinkling of stars in the night sky, and the brightest of the stars was named Suijian.
Flying all the way like this, when it was almost evening, Feiyu finally landed outside a small town with the two of them.
This small town looks small, and it is not as lively as the small towns near Qingyunzong before.
Shen Zhixian supported the small flying fish that had shrunk again, and Yan Jin had a small grass sprout lying on his shoulders. The two walked hand in hand and planned to rest here tonight.
But who would have guessed that as soon as they walked into the long street, a childish "Daddy" sounded suddenly, and out of nowhere a little boy of four or five years old appeared. Just jumped over.
He hugged Shen Zhixian's leg and raised his head, there was another loud "Daddy".
Shen Zhixian was stunned for a moment, but he didn't respond, but Yan Jin next to him looked calm, looked over without any disturbance, and said softly, "So Suijian even has children?"
The author has something to say: Shizun, who thinks that his vest is as stable as an old dog and can never fall off,
Begin to put on the old skin and let go of yourself.
Suijian carries all the middle and second souls of Master in his youth.
The song sung by Master is "Wen Shuo".