When Shen Zhixian woke up, the sky was already bright.
The sun shines through the leaves, and the shreds of light fall all over his body. Shen Zhixian lazily opens his eyes and finds himself still lying on the warm jade soft couch, with no flowers or moon in front of his eyes, not to mention the whispers that hug him. people of the night.
He lay in a daze for a while, until a ray of sunlight fell into his eyes, causing him to blink uncomfortably, and then he completely recovered.
… people
Shen Zhixian turned over and sat up, the peach tree that had been spawned by the grass buds disappeared, but he didn't know if it was his illusion, he always felt a faint scent of peach blossoms floating on the tip of his nose.
"Ajin?" He called out loudly, turned over to the bed, didn't even bother to organize his messy clothes, hurriedly pushed the door into the house, checked around, then backed out and looked around.
However, there was only a gentle breeze on the edge of the cliff, and no one responded.
Shen Zhixian's footsteps gradually slowed down, leaning against the tree trunk, looking at the cold everything in front of him, he suddenly laughed, sighed and shook his head.
It turned out to be just... Nanke Yimeng
So real kiss, so real warmth, just a reverie in his dream
Around this place, there was no trace of Yan Jin's visit.
Shen Zhixian rubbed his brows, cleared his mind a little, and used the contact information in the sect to call up the young disciple Mingyi, who had not seen him for a long time.
Mingyi just happened to finish the morning class at this moment, so he went back to the room to pick up a meal, and was about to go to practice swordsmanship. When he received the message, he was stunned. After a long while, he suddenly jumped up and his head slammed into the bed. Zhuzi, he screamed out, startling the little disciple next to him.
"Brother Mingyi? What's wrong?"
Mingyi rubbed his head, hurriedly re-tied the crooked bun, and hurriedly opened the door and rushed out: "Elder Shen's retreat is over!"
As soon as the voice fell, he had already run away.
The younger disciple stared at the door that was still shaking, and only after a while did he realize, "Elder Shen is out?!" He didn't even bother to take out his sword, so he hurriedly ran out.
When Mingyi rushed to the top of the peak, Shen Zhixian just smoothed the folds of his clothes, but Mingyi couldn't hide the joy on his face, and respectfully bowed to see you.
Shen Zhixian nodded, indicating that he did not need to be polite, and asked a few words about the situation in the sect.
He deliberately asked Song Ming and Yan Jin about things, and Mingyi said honestly and cleanly: "After you retreated, Senior Brother Yan went out to travel and has not returned. Earlier, there were some bad rumors outside, saying that Senior Brother Yan ... Harm many people, and a few small sects have come to make trouble a few times."
When those rumors first started, he was completely stunned. He didn't believe that Senior Brother Yan would do such a thing, but the other party was so aggressive that he even took out the phantom stone. All kinds of evidence pointed to Yan Jin steadily. , which is difficult to refute.
"Sect Master Song has come to Wufeng several times, but you haven't left the customs..."
Yan Jin got into trouble. I don't know where, as his master, Shen Zhixian was unable to retreat again. Song Ming had no choice but to issue a chase order to let Yan Jin come back quickly, and at the same time to appease the people who came from Xiaozongmen. Let them wait patiently and promise to find out the facts and give everyone an explanation.
Shen Zhixian listened to it for a while, and then came to a conclusion: "Are those small sects still making trouble recently?"
Mingyi shook his head: "No, the demons and ghosts have been rampant recently, and their sect has also suffered a lot. Most of them have gone back to the sect, but the matter of Senior Brother Yan is rarely mentioned."
Shen Zhixian hummed, knowing that this was because Yan Shen died.
Without Yan Shen, Song Ming couldn't get out of the Qingyun Sect, and he couldn't stretch his hand so long to cause trouble. Without the new victims, those small sects didn't dare to provoke Qingyun Sect too much, so they didn't make too much trouble.
Song Ming was about to die. He originally wanted to use Yan Jin to force Shen Zhixian to appear, but now he has repeatedly made mistakes, not to mention that he is still riding a tiger. It will not let go and boldly put everything on the table.
If it was before, Shen Zhixian might have secretly planned to solve Song Ming slowly and without chaos, but now Shen Zhixian is full of unquenchable anger, and he has no patience to tangle too much. He just wants to use the shortest time to get Song Ming. pay the price.
Shen Zhixian's expression lightened, and he didn't ask any more questions. He just asked Mingyi to clean up here and prepare to go down the mountain by himself.
However, as soon as he took a step, Ming Yi hesitated to call him.
Shen Zhixian turned his head, hesitantly hesitantly, he hesitated, but in the end he didn't say anything, only touched his temples and ran away like a rabbit.
Shen Zhixian was stunned for a while, then raised his hand subconsciously. With this touch, he touched a soft flower, not between the hair on his temples, there was a soft and tender flower...
A peach blossom.
The half-bloomed peach blossom was pinched by Shen Zhixian's fingertips, and the stamens still had dewdrops in them. Shen Zhixian shook it gently, and it dripped down, and slid down along Shen Zhixian's white fingertips, leaving a faint trace. Meandering water marks.
It was the peach blossom from last night.
Everything last night may not be just a dream he imagined.
Shen Zhixian's brows relaxed, his mood suddenly improved, and an unconscious smile appeared on his lips. He held the peach blossom in the palm of his hand, as if holding a ray of warmth that belonged to Yan Jin.
…
Recently, demons, ghosts and monsters have been rampant. As one of the best sects in the world of immortality, Qingyun Sect inevitably has to take the lead in slaying demons and demons.
It is no trivial matter that it is about demons. Many big disciples in the sect have been sent out to experience. The sect was also arranged, and there were a lot of trivial matters, and today's council was disbanded too late.
When Shen Zhixian came in, the little butler was still counting the number of disciples sent out. He sat down in his seat without changing his expression amid the eyes of various unidentified meanings, nodded slightly, and let the little butler continue talking.
The little butler hesitated for a while, and finally fell silent under Song Ming's gesture.
Song Ming looked over for a split second, not letting go of any expression on Shen Zhixian's face, and said slowly, "Junior Brother is finally out."
Shen Zhixian smiled and looked at him meaningfully. He didn't answer him, but said, "Sect Master Song should let the steward finish his speech first, and I have business to talk about later."
Song Ming's heart skipped a beat when he saw the smile on his lips. The half-demon hiding in his body felt Shen Zhixian's breath, and became a little restless, but was forcibly suppressed by Song Ming.
Shen Zhixian came back quietly, but as the suzerain, he didn't receive any news, just like when Shen Zhixian left.
The prohibition of Manzongmen could not stop Shen Zhixian.
The hand hidden under the sleeve squeezed tightly, Song Ming gritted his teeth, holding back his hatred. Sect Master Wen really values Shen Zhixian too much. If he hadn't calculated those things back then, he wouldn't even have a clue about the position of Sect Master.
When Shen Zhixian returned from a serious injury, his heart disease was difficult to heal, Sect Master Wen quietly found Song Ming and proposed that he should take over the position of Sect Master, Song Ming was overjoyed, and he felt a sense of seeing the moonlight when the clouds were cleared, and he could hardly hold his face down. of joy.
But then Sect Master Wen's next sentence sent him into the cold abyss.
Sect Master Wen told him that he was only serving as Sect Master temporarily, and when Shen Zhixian's heart was healed, the position of Sect Master would still be returned to Shen Zhixian.
Song Ming's heart was hot and cold, joy and hatred intertwined, making his whole heart almost explode.
He pretended to calmly agree to all the requests of Sect Master Wen, expressed his determination to put Shen Zhixian first, and finally deceived Sect Master Wen to set his identity in front of the public.
Originally, Song Ming didn't have so many evil thoughts. He calculated Shen Zhixian once and got this temporary seat. He thought that he would be in the eyes of Sect Master Wen.
But later Sect Master Wen still focused on Shen Zhixian, no matter how well Song Ming did, he couldn't change his mind.
Malice was accumulating in his heart, Song Ming watched Shen Zhixian under the care of Sect Master Wen, as if it was getting better day by day, he finally couldn't bear it any longer.
—I have long been used to the feeling of being sought after and respected by everyone, and Song Ming will never give this son to someone else. As long as Sect Master Wen is gone, Shen Zhixian's heart disease will not be healed, and he will not be robbed again. The position of the sovereign.
As long as Sect Master Wen is gone, no one will know all the agreements between them—
"Master once entrusted the sect to me, but it was only because of my heart disease that I tired my senior brother to bear this heavy responsibility for me for a long time. After this retreat, my heart disease is no longer a problem, and it is not good to make my senior brother tired. "The little steward had already counted the number of people and retired. Shen Zhixian took the words and said slowly: "It's been busy these days, so I just took over, so as to save my senior brother from working day and night and turning his hair a little white."
Song Ming suddenly stood up, and his movements were so rapid that he almost knocked over the tea cup in front of him.
All kinds of shocking gazes lingered between the two of them. Song Mingqiang calmed himself and forced a smile: "Congratulations, junior brother, who is in good health, junior brother has just left the customs, I think I need to rest for a while..."
His heart was in chaos. He also knew about Shen Zhixian's heart disease. The Sect Master Wen of that year could not be cured. He thought that Shen Zhixian should be a useless person in this life, why suddenly!
He was overwhelmed by the sudden news from Shen Zhixian, and he couldn't think of anything else to move him for a while, so he just repeated: "Junior brother is really okay? There is no major event in the sect, and junior brother doesn't have to be brave..."
With a bang, it was Shen Zhixian who waved his sleeves and rolled up the cold wind like a blade, and slammed into Song Ming's face. This momentum was like a posture that could only be used in the heyday of the tenth-order!
Song Ming's life is smooth, but his cultivation talent is really weak. For so many years, he has been devoted to this son, and he has neglected cultivation. At this time, he is only at the eleventh level, and he has not even reached the peak.
Shen Zhixian's blow was so powerful that Song Ming felt that his whole body was as cold as ice, and he shivered a little. He subconsciously tried his best to resist, but the wind blade came only in front of him, and almost cut his eyebrows before disappearing suddenly. , replaced by an erratic figure.
"Illusion Stone!" An older steward exclaimed, "It's Sect Master Wen!"
Sect Master Wen's vision was almost face-to-face with Song Ming. Song Ming suddenly remembered the "Sect Master Wen" he saw last night who didn't know if he was a ghost or a ghost. He waved it out to break up this face.
However, his spiritual power was blocked by a barrier, which rebounded his spiritual power back. Song Ming was caught off guard and slammed back hard, hitting the back of the chair with a bang.
Shen Zhixian raised his hand slightly, and the phantom stone in his hand floated in the air together with the phantom of Sect Master Wen.
Song Ming trembled all over, his mind went blank, Sect Master Wen said nothing, he didn't hear a word, he just looked at his mouth opening and closing as if facing the enemy.
The vision was short, and disappeared in a moment, leaving only a dark vision stone. Shen Zhixian generously asked everyone to check whether it was the message left by Sect Master Wen, turned his head to look at Song Ming, smiled softly, and said warmly, "These years, senior brother has worked hard."
The phantom stones were visited one by one in the hands of everyone, and the whispers could not be suppressed.
"It is indeed a message left by Sect Master Wen."
"So Sect Master Song is only the temporary Sect Master?"
"Looking at the appearance of Elder Shen just now, it seems that the heart disease has really recovered. Then should I return this son to Elder Shen in the future..."
Sect Master Wen has a very high reputation in the sect. Even though he has been away for a long time, everyone still admires him when he mentions him, and subconsciously thinks along his words.
All these things fell in his ears, Song Ming heard hatred flashing in his eyes, and there was an uncontrollable fear in the depths, he felt the fiery gazes of everyone, and clenched his fists: "Junior brother, what is this? meaning?"
"Just follow the master's wishes." Shen Zhixian chuckled.
He didn't want to completely force Song Ming down today. Song Ming couldn't practice, but he was very capable in other places. After being the suzerain for several years, he had some connections in his hands.
Although Shen Zhixian was confident that the elders would help him, he hadn't confessed and discussed with the elders, and he couldn't take Song Ming's power immediately. He could only force him to catch him off guard. He showed his feet, pulled out the radish and brought out the mud, and cleaned it together with a group of forces.
Seeing that Song Ming was already a little flustered, Shen Zhixian no longer pressed him, took a step back, and said lightly, "Senior brother has worked hard for the past few years. , I will hand over some matters tomorrow, and I will handle some of the matters."
He no longer called Song Ming the suzerain, and only called him senior brother. Although the senior brother sounds a lot closer, it undoubtedly shows his attitude.
The son of the Sect Master of Qingyun Sect, he is going to take it back.
The crowd was in an uproar. The third and fourth elders didn't come to the meeting today, the first elder and the second elder did not respond to this, and just watched with a cold eye. Shen Zhixian ignored Song Ming's bad face, dropped such a bomb, and left Shi Shiran.
Throwing all the shocking, curious and tempting gazes behind him.
As soon as he left, Shen Zhixian's smile faded, and his eyes were a little thoughtful. The best and quickest way to deal with Song Ming at the moment is to confess to several elders as soon as possible, get their support, and then force Song Ming to show him more.
The attitude of the first elder and the second elder is unclear. Only the fourth elder worked with Sect Master Wen to rescue him. He should have the best understanding of his situation at the time, and it is also the easiest to trust him. Unfortunately, the fourth elder is not in the sect today.
Shen Zhixian returned to Wufeng, gave several orders in succession, and began to deal with various things in an orderly manner. In fact, after "passing through the book", Shen Zhixian consciously understood the various situations in the sect, just because at that time he always thought he was an outsider and had no intention of interfering in the internal affairs of the sect, so everything just stayed in the sect. level of understanding.
But things are different now. If he wants to solve Song Ming, he must first get started with various matters in the sect.
This busy, hurried, one day has passed.
He didn't call anyone to bring dinner, and no disciple dared to come up to disturb him. When he covered the last volume, the sky was dark and the night was already deep.
Shen Zhixian pushed open the door and walked out, the moonlight scattered lazily all over the ground. He looked around and saw no one else.
Thinking of last night's "dream", Shen Zhixian paced to the warm jade couch, hesitated for a while, and then put on his clothes and lay down.
It was only today that he thought of Yan Jin in his heart, but he couldn't sleep. After tossing and turning a few times, he felt a little tired.
In the dimness, someone seemed to hold his hand.
Familiar warmth.
Shen Zhixian's heart was relieved, and he closed his eyes and was about to call A Jin, but found that his throat seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't make any sound.
He noticed something was wrong, and he wanted to open his eyes subconsciously, but this time his eyelids seemed to be extremely important, and he couldn't open them no matter how hard he tried.
A pair of hands lifted him up and held him in his arms, gentle and careful.
Shen Zhixian couldn't open his eyes, he was trapped in the darkness, he could only feel the man holding him fiddling with the broken hair on his temples, and then he heard him call in his ear: "See you..."
It was Yan Jin's voice.
But there seems to be a difference.
Shen Zhixian's heart moved slightly, and he continued to try to open his eyes, and then he heard Yan Jin continue to whisper: "...Wake up, okay?"
He is trying very hard to open his eyes... Shen Zhixian whispered back to him in his heart, for some reason, he actually heard a trace of despair and remorse in Yan Jin's words.
This trace of despair and remorse was suppressed very tightly and deeply, like an invisible needle hidden in a large mass of cotton. It was invisible when you looked at it from a distance.
Shen Zhixian is like this now. At the beginning, he didn't have any reaction when he heard Yan Jin's words, but gradually, something was wrong with him.
Yan Jin, what happened? Why is this emotion faintly showing signs of collapse
It was fine last night... what happened
Shen Zhixian was puzzled, but his limbs didn't seem to belong to him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move. He could only feel that one hand of Yan Jin was firmly clasping his waist, letting him lean on the warm chest, and the other He untied his belt with his hand, and with a gentle pull, he pulled his collar away.
Yan Jin didn't speak any more, and silently took off all his clothes for him.
The warm fingertips touched the slightly cool skin, and with a bang, Shen Zhixian felt a fire burn from the touched place and quickly spread throughout his body. He suddenly opened his eyes without knowing where the strength came from— This time it finally opened.
His vision blurred for a moment, but he quickly focused on a familiar hand that was holding his shirt and casually tossed it aside.
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