Shen Zhixian didn't have time to speak, but a group of fake Yan Jin caught up with a sensation, and the scene was quite spectacular.
The Yan Jin who was holding him pursed his lips tightly, wrapped one hand around his waist, led him to dodge, and with the other hand raised the sword without hesitation, the sword light was stern, and immediately shattered those fake Yan Jin into thousands of pieces. The film turned into countless black mists, dispersed, and disappeared after a while.
Shen Zhixian's eyes flickered, and because he lacked a sense of security, he subconsciously hugged Yan Jin's waist with his backhand: "..."
His old waist hey!
To be cut off!
After the black mist finally dissipated, the surroundings settled down, Yan Jin landed smoothly, released his hand, and Shen Zhixian let out the breath he was holding back.
What I often watched in TV dramas in the past, the male protagonist fights with a person, how romantic and majestic, all are fake! The one who was being held clearly only had the feeling of "the waist is about to break"!
After Shen Zhixian took a breath, he regained his senses a little, and subconsciously pinched the Yan Jin in front of him, wanting to see if he was real.
But he forgot the position of his hand for a while. After pinching, he immediately felt that Yan Jin's waist and abdomen were stiff, and Yan Jin's calm and self-controlled voice sounded a little helpless: "Master, stop pinching."
Only then did Shen Zhixian react, and his hands froze for a while, then he retracted it unintentionally, took a half step back, and coughed lightly, "I'm not afraid that you are fake too... Those fake ones can I'm chasing it hard enough."
He finally let go of the heart that he had been holding for a long time. Although the Yan Jins just now looked the same as the Yan Jin in front of him, he just knew that those were fake and this one was real.
Yesterday's fake Yan Jin was the same. Even though his demeanor and words were very similar, there were still flaws in his behavior - the real Yan Jin, when he met Shen Zhixian, would never stay where he was and watch him walk by without moving. Yes, he must have walked towards Shen Zhixian first.
He didn't let Shen Zhixian touch the wound, because he was afraid that he would find out that it was just a fabricated illusion, not to mention that he later tried to conceal his identity...
Shen Zhixian subconsciously looked down at Yan Jin's hand, but he didn't see any wounds. A little doubt crossed his mind, but he was quickly suppressed by the words "conceal identity".
If he just concealed his identity, it might be better to say... But he not only concealed it, but also fabricated the identity of a distant cousin of Lao Shizi.
Thinking of this, Shen Zhixian's head throbbed in pain, and he just wanted to wear it back to himself at the time, and give his head a hard time to calm down.
He glanced at Yan Jin's expression, and considered his words: "A Jin, this time I have concealed my identity, but in fact..."
In fact, there is no reason for it. Shen Zhixian was a little stuck, paused for a moment, and simply broke the jar and smashed: "... I didn't think properly about this matter, don't mind Ah Jin, just forget it."
He thought that Yan Jin would be angry to be teased like this, although this child had a paralyzed face since he was a child, even if he was extremely angry, he would not show it. But he never expected that this time Yan Jin heard his words, and there was a smile in his clear eyes. It was fleeting, if he hadn't been paying close attention, he would have skipped it. .
Shen Zhixian didn't dare to say a word, and his mind was full of wild thoughts. Could it be that this is a legend, and he laughed out of anger
He didn't speak, but Yan Jin took it, his tone was as calm and calm as usual, even with a mildness that was barely audible: "During this time, the disciples were very happy, if you have offended Master unintentionally Yes, please forgive me."
Shen Zhixian can't hear the word "Master" now, and when he hears it, he will think of his pretence in front of Yan Jin during this time... I don't know when and how Yan Jin knew his identity.
He couldn't figure it out either, and he didn't dare to ask. He tilted his head uncomfortably, pretending to be calm: "It's fine if you don't mind. It's hard to reveal your identity outside, so don't call me Master."
"Okay." Yan Jin responded quickly almost as soon as he finished speaking, and then asked softly, "Then... how should I address you as a disciple?"
Shen Zhixian vaguely felt that Yan Jin seemed to have changed a bit, but this feeling was not obvious, very unpredictable, just thinking about it hard, without thinking too much, he replied vaguely: "It's the same as the days before. "
This is obviously the meaning of letting him continue to shout Suimei. Yan Jin pursed her lips slightly, her eyes sparkling, and shouted, "See you soon."
"Well, it's here." Shen Zhixian couldn't think about anything, so he stopped thinking about it, looked at the illusion around him, and decided to focus on this strange secret first, "After I entered the secret..."
He briefly explained the bizarre incident, and asked Yan Jin with a frown, "How did you get into the secret realm? What strange things did you encounter?"
Yan Jin, adhering to the taciturn temperament, told in a few words what had happened during the day.
"You came in after splitting the door to the secret realm?" Shen Zhixian couldn't help but sigh, as expected of the male protagonist, very powerful, "Did you not see the source of those two voices?"
Yan Jin's face was the same as usual, but he quietly concealed the matter of the red elixir, and only said: "I didn't see it. It was foggy all the way. I walked and walked, and I came here."
Shen Zhixian pondered for a moment, unable to think of a reason, and said, "Then let's go, let's see what's here."
He turned around and walked towards the road where he came. After taking a step, he realized that Yan Jin was not following, and looked back slightly puzzled: "What's the matter?"
Yan Jin asked seriously, "Do you want to hold hands?"
Shen Zhixian: "???"
Almost instantly, he remembered Yan Jin's sentence "Do you want a hug?" when he collapsed and fell asleep together for the first time, and he finally reacted in shock—
When did Yan Jin become so active and open? If Yan Jin didn't know his identity at the time when he collapsed and slept together, he only regarded him as a cousin, but it was reasonable. Now that the vest was taken off, he dared to ask such a question...
It really surprised Shen Zhixian.
He subconsciously asked, "What are you holding hands for?"
"Dangerous." Yan Jin said, with a serious expression as if he was studying some advanced swordsmanship, "I'm afraid of getting lost."
His usually quiet and calm image is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and Shen Zhixian didn't think of anything else for a while, but when he said this, he actually felt that it made some sense.
This secret realm is so weird, there are so many real and fake things, if you don't hold hands... Who knows if the person you see when you look back is still the real person!
But holding hands seems inconvenient. He pondered for a moment, and touched his head with his hand—not touching what he wanted.
In the past, Shen Zhixian liked to wear hair ties with headbands when he was in Qingyunzong. After going down the mountain to practice, in order to look more chivalrous, he changed a hairpin and forgot to wear two hairbands... a bit of a misstep.
He withdrew his hand with a little regret, and was thinking about pulling a piece of clothes to replace it, but Yan Jin seemed to see through his mind, and when he flipped his wrist, a brocade ribbon with a flowing cloud pattern embellished with a warm little jade appeared. appeared in his palm.
Yan Jin handed the brocade ribbon to Shen Zhixian: "Use this."
This brocade looks familiar, Shen Zhixian thought about it for a while and then remembered, wasn't this the brocade that Yan Shen threw into the Tibetan Sword Pavilion and provoked Yan Jin to ignore it and was fined for trespassing
This brocade belt should be a very important thing to Yan Jin, and it is not at the point where the mountains and rivers are exhausted and there is no choice, why are you willing to take it out
He took the brocade belt, glanced at it, and tentatively said, "This looks familiar..."
Yan Jin stared at him, complex emotions flashed in his eyes, and he whispered, "Don't you remember Sui Jian?"
This question seemed to have some other meaning, but Shen Zhixian didn't catch it, he just caught a glimpse of Yan Jin's expression, and inexplicably had a feeling of being very sorry for Yan Jin, this sudden feeling made him dazed for a moment.
He immediately turned his eyes back to the brocade belt, suppressed this emotion, tried to ignore Yan Jin's burning gaze, pretended to ponder for a moment, and suddenly said: "Ah, this is the brocade belt that fell in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion? You are very important, what if you break it..."
Yan Jin said in a low voice, "It's very important. But seeing the year is more important."
Shen Zhixian was caught off guard when he heard such a sentence, and his face blushed inexplicably - ah, what's going on, Yan Jin!
Those who know know that he came out to practice, and those who don't know that he went to some mysterious place to learn some sweet words and came back!
He didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he quickly lifted the brocade belt, so the two tied each other's wrists with the long brocade belt, which was so tight that it couldn't be easily untied.
Shen Zhixian also has no idea where to go, but it doesn't matter, the person beside him is the hero of this world!
So Yan Jin found a direction at will, and the two of them tied their wrists and walked next to each other.
…
This place is really weird. The mountains, rivers, water, trees, flowers and plants all look normal, but there is always some strange black air floating around.
The two walked here for several days without finding a way out or seeing anyone again.
I don't know if it was because of the long walk, or something else, Shen Zhixian felt that he was getting more and more tired, the drowsiness was rising from time to time, and sometimes he even fell asleep while walking.
When he was resting at night, he should have been more alert, but he couldn't keep up the sleepiness, so he fell asleep in a daze, and slept very deeply and for a long time.
This morning, Yan Jin called him for a long time before waking him up. When he woke up, his mind was not very clear, and he was tired and weak leaning against Yan Jin's arms, and it took a long time to completely wake up.
He thought it was because of his heart disease, so he didn't need Yan Jin's urging these few days. He ate the medicine pill prepared by the Fourth Elder on time three times a day. The heart disease didn't break out, but the feeling of drowsiness was getting stronger and stronger. Could barely hold on.
I don't know how many days I have gone, but I finally saw someone on this day.
The man in black robe had probably just finished digging up the spiritual fruit and grass, and he was holding a small cloth bag in his hand. He was silent. Shen Zhixian was planning to go over and inquire about the situation with him. The man in black robe saw Shen Zhixian and stopped. , on the contrary, he took the initiative to come over.
"Your body is very weak, it's time to eat something." The man in black robe looked at Shen Zhixian with seriousness on his young face, "Otherwise you will disappear."
His eyes fell directly on Shen Zhixian, and he didn't mention Yan Jin who was right next to him.
This feeling seems familiar. Creepy déjà vu.
Shen Zhixian's sleepiness was slightly suppressed, and he reluctantly recovered himself to respond: "What does this mean?"
The man stared at him for a long while, then suddenly lowered his head, rummaged through the small cloth bag in his hand, and found a small gray fruit, and handed it to Shen Zhixian: "It's not a very good thing, I'll give it to you. You, hurry up and eat tonic."
I don't know what kind of fruit it is. It looks very inconspicuous, but it smells sweet.
This sweetness entered his nose, and Shen Zhixian's thoughts were chaotic, his expression was stunned, and he was about to take the fruit subconsciously.
However, in the next instant, Yan Jin took his hand and pulled him back.
The fruit was scrawny and rolled to the ground.
The man in black robe couldn't see Yan Jin, he could only see Empress Shen Zhi Xiancang take a step back and threw his fruit to the ground.
His expression changed slightly, he felt that his good intentions had been betrayed, he was a little angry, his voice was a little cold, and he said bluntly: "I see that you are not feeling well, so I gave you spiritual fruit with kindness. regret."
He walked away angrily, without picking up the fruit.
Shen Zhixian was tugged, and suddenly came back to his senses, and when he looked down at the fruit again, his heart suddenly became cold - where is the gray fruit! Only a mass of thick black gas!
The smell floated up, and there was a faint stench, not the sweet smell that had just been smelled.
Shen Zhixian stood there for a long time, and Yan Jin held his hand worriedly and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Shen Zhixian felt as if he knew something, but he was drowsy and surging up again, making his mind congeal, and he couldn't think of anything, so he shook his head wearily: "It's nothing, I'm a little hungry."
The things here are weird, and the two did not dare to eat them indiscriminately. Fortunately, Shen Zhixian prepared a lot of dry food and water before entering the secret realm. In the past few days, Yan Jin was able to fast, so he ate the dry food that did not taste very good.
Shen Zhixian was not a willful person either. Under such environmental conditions, even if the dry food was several times unpalatable, in order to survive, he could swallow it without changing his face, but today, for some reason, he felt nauseous as soon as he ate it.
"I don't want to eat..." He put away the dry food he just took a bite of, barely drank two sips of water, and refused to eat any more. He leaned on Yan Jin and looked at the stream not far away.
There were many swimming fish in the stream, fat and tender, with no sense of crisis. They were tossing around on the water, and there was a silly fish.
When Shen Zhixian saw it, he suddenly remembered the grilled fish of the man in gray robe before. Almost instantly, the strong desire to eat grilled fish came up.
He sat up suddenly, and was about to get up to pick up the fish and bake it.
Yan Jin noticed something was wrong with him, and grabbed him decisively, "See you!"
Shen Zhixian didn't seem to hear it, he only had grilled fish in his eyes, he couldn't eat grilled fish, his whole body was uncomfortable, drowsiness tormented him, he even felt that if he continued to sleep like this, sooner or later he would never wake up.
The only one who can save him is that grilled fish.
He struggled to get rid of Yan Jin. Probably because he was too eager, he burst out with the greatest strength, but Yan Jin didn't dare to use too much force because he was afraid of hurting him, so he almost didn't hold anyone.
"Master!" He shouted fiercely, with rare nervousness, he pulled the person back and hugged him tightly.
Shen Zhixian was stunned by his call, and said with difficulty, "I want to eat that fish..."
Yan Jin's heart tightened when he heard this, and he raised his eyes to look at the fish on the shore that had been short of water for too long and had not been able to move. taste.
"That's fake, it's all black... Master! See you in the new year!"
However, Shen Zhixian could no longer hear what he said, his eyes began to slack, his body began to convulse, his hands slammed around, his fingertips twitched, like a drowning man looking for a life-saving driftwood.
He murmured the grilled fish, his expression was extremely painful, and after a while, he seemed to be in extreme pain, and with a short "ah" sound, the cold sweat on his forehead immediately fell.
Yan Jin put one hand on his shoulder to prevent him from getting up, and held both his hands with one hand, unable to comfort him. In desperation, Yan Jin gritted his teeth and lowered his head slightly, touching Shen Zhixian's forehead.
Shen Zhixian's forehead was icy cold, Yan Jin pressed against him slightly to prevent him from moving, and then passed the spiritual power from the place where the two met, soothing Shen Zhixian gently.
This was indeed effective. After a while, Shen Zhixian gradually calmed down, and the anxious and uncomfortable feeling also eased a lot. He panted, his eyes became clearer, but when he woke up, he saw Yan Jin who was close at hand, and immediately stunned.
They were too close, the tip of his nose touched, and all the heat from Yan Jin's snoring sprayed onto Shen Zhixian's lips, causing him to lick his lips.
Yan Jin saw the astonishment in his eyes, the transmission of spiritual power still did not stop, his throat tightened, and he only said softly, "See you, close your eyes."
Shen Zhixian was stunned, and subconsciously listened to his words, and closed his eyes blankly.
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