The atmosphere was awkward for a while.
Yan Jin couldn't hold back the look of shock and annoyance for a moment, which made Shen Zhixian suspect that he was a beast in clothes and was coercing and enticing a little girl to do indescribable things.
Groundhogs form symphony orchestras in their heads.
Shen Zhixian maintained a stiff smile, determined that he was just a sincere and kind teacher - but Yan Xiao Hedgehog still rejected his kindness.
He sighed.
Yan Jin's shirt had just been stripped in half, and was dragged up again - in fact, the shirt was tattered, and it couldn't hold back anything. On the faintly exposed skin, new and old wounds were layered on top of each other, one after another darkened. The bloodstains make people panic.
Shen Zhixian didn't insist any more, stood up, walked a few steps, and left a safe distance for the little boy before saying, "In a moment, ask the disciples of the fourth elder to come and see for you."
The fourth elder is in charge of internal affairs and part-time refining medicine, and many of his disciples are skilled in medicine. If anyone in the sect is injured, most of them ask for their help.
Yan Jin didn't nod but didn't refuse, and watched the person leave, then lowered his head slowly, counting the ointment and elixir that Shen Zhixian had left behind.
Then, with the palms facing inwards, push them out gently in a resisting gesture, pushing them all down to the ground.
Those jade bottles were of excellent quality, and they fell to the ground without breaking, only making a crisp sound, and the bones were rolling everywhere.
Who knows what tricks Shen Zhixian is playing, how dare he use the things he sent.
The pale-faced young man indifferently untied the small burden in his hand, and there were a few simple and worn-out porcelain jars inside, some of which were cracked at the mouth.
When I opened the bottle cap, an unpleasant smell wafted out.
Yan Jin took off his clothes, poured the porcelain bottle expressionlessly, poured out some black and sticky ointment, and applied medicine to himself with difficulty in an awkward posture.
…
When Yan Shen arrived, he happened to see that the two younger disciples of the Fourth Elder were "invited" to leave without entering.
Seeing Yan Shen, the eyes of the two little disciples lit up, and they quickly grabbed him: "Oh, Senior Brother Yan, you came just in time. Elder Shen asked us to help Senior Brother Yan look at the wound, but Senior Brother Yan refused to let us in, he seemed to Seriously hurt..."
Yan Shen smiled and said, "I came here because I was worried about my senior brother... Don't worry, I will take good care of my senior brother."
"Okay!" The little disciple shoved the small package containing the medicine and gauze into Yan Shen's hand, "This is what Elder Shen asked to send."
Yan Shen said his thanks, and after saying goodbye to the two younger disciples, carrying a small package, he symbolically knocked on the door twice, and without waiting for the person inside to respond, he pushed the door open.
The jade bottle was all over the floor, and he had not cleaned up. Yan Jin was sitting on the couch, just tying up his clothes. He seemed to be used to Yan Shen's uninvited entry, and only looked up at him coldly, with no emotion in his dark eyes.
Yan Shen hated his expression very much, as if nothing could get into his eyes, and the waves were calm, which made people want to immediately take off his calm mask and threw it on the ground and smashed it.
He gritted his teeth and showed a hypocritical smile: "I haven't congratulated Senior Brother Xia Si Kuan Ya - Senior Brother has always been lucky, and he can be forgiven by Master for making such a big mistake."
Yan Jin said lightly: "Then I hope Junior Brother will have such good luck next time."
Yan Shen squeezed the small package tightly, a little surprised that Yan Jin would reply to his words - Yan Jin usually ignored him in the past.
He took a step forward, and his toes touched the jade bottle on the ground. He lowered his head and saw at a glance that it was a medicine bottle that only Shen Zhixian could have.
The words of the younger disciples were still ringing in their ears, and the emotions of jealousy and hatred could not be contained all of a sudden. Yan Shen bent down to pick up the small jade bottle, rubbed the smooth body of the bottle with his fingertips, and said, "Since senior brother doesn't need these medicines, why don't you give it to me. It just so happens that I've been injured a lot recently while practicing swordsmanship."
Yan Jin didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but when his eyes passed the jade bottle in his hand, he suddenly paused, and said in a strange way: "If you are injured in sword training, you are not good at your skills. In this case, next time you see Master, I will ask Master for you. Respect for some medicinal herbs."
"You!" Yan Shen's face instantly turned green. Red after green, red again after black - maddening.
Yan Jin admired his face change with all his time. In the past, when Yan Shen and other disciples came to trouble him, he always treated him indifferently, but today he realized that it was quite interesting to have a bit of a verbal dispute.
The pressure felt by Shen Zhixian disappeared a little.
It's a pity that he was used to being silent, and he didn't bother to talk to them.
Yan Shen's hand holding the medicine bottle became harder and harder, and even his fingertips turned white. Yan Jin's reaction today was too unexpected for him. Could it be true that Master said something
He couldn't figure out the meaning of the phrase "to ask Master for some medicinal pills for you", he endured for a while, and finally said resentfully: "It's better for Senior Brother to keep it - I heard that Master wants to check the Tibetan sword pavilion, Senior Brother If you did something wrong, it’s better to admit it early, so as not to lose face in the end.”
The last sentence was soft and slow, revealing an unspoken threat.
He didn't mention the Tibetan sword pavilion, but Yan Jin's expression sank immediately when he mentioned it. He subconsciously wanted to move his right hand, but he held it back, and a pair of black pupils reflected a cold light.
Yan Shen snorted coldly, and threw the small burden and jade bottle on the couch without looking back.
The door slammed in response, and if his feet shrank for an instant, they would be caught.
When the room returned to calm, Yan Jin stroked his left wrist. On the empty wrist, there was nothing that he regarded as precious.
He can't protect it, he always can't protect it - it was and it is now!
The dark eyes were cold, and the heart that wanted to become stronger became more and more determined. Yan Jin stared at the medicine bottles on the ground, remembering the owner of the medicine bottles, before picking them up one by one, stuffing them all into the small package sent by Shen Zhixian, then throwing them into a corner at random.
…
Instructing the disciples of the fourth elder to see Yan Jin, Shen Zhixian returned to the house, gropingly placed restrictions on the surrounding area, and began to practice magic... Cough, magic.
I do have some memories. Commonly used small techniques such as cleansing techniques can be successful with one or two more attempts. This body is indeed a genius of cultivation, but unfortunately heart disease has cut off all possibilities.
Shen Zhixian put his long sword on the table and examined it carefully.
There are both heavy swords and light swords in Qingyun Sect. Shen Zhixian is a light sword, and his swordsmanship is mainly light and agile, so his long sword is thinner than ordinary long swords.
Probably the swordsman who forged this sword was as gentle as a spring breeze. From the hilt to the scabbard, the carvings were meticulous and gentle. When the sword was drawn out of the scabbard, the body of the sword was like jade, and there was a gentle warm light.
Shen Zhixian researched it over and over, and felt that this sword was like a delicate piece of jade. If it was used for fighting... With a thought, he gently knocked the sword's edge on the hard corner of the table.
It was almost effortless, as easily as a hair was broken, and with a slight sound, at the corner of the table—Shen Zhixian looked at the long sword that had chopped off a piece of hard spiritual wood without exerting any force, swallowed, and carefully placed it. Back in the scabbard.
Swordsmanship still exists in my mind, I have to find an opportunity to find a time, find a more secret place, and practice swordsmanship.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, there was a muffled knock on the door. It was very small. If it wasn't for his cultivation and his unusual hearing, it would have been easy to ignore the sound.
After all, the sound was too weak, as if the wind was blowing the branches against the door.
I was still thinking about the muffled clicking sound. It sounded for a while, as if I was tired from knocking. Then I stopped and rested for a while and continued to knock. It was really persistent.
Who - or something - could easily pass through his restraint without being perceived by him
Shen Zhixian asked "who", but no one responded, but the clack stopped for a moment, and then rang again, as if he was still very angry, and the clack was heavier and faster than before.
Shen Zhixian pondered for a moment, one hand folded in his sleeve to hold a tactic just in case, and the other hand slammed open the door.
-nobody.
A wisp of breeze blew past his feet and swayed the hem of his clothes. Shen Zhixian seemed to sense something, and closed the door with his backhand and looked down.
A touch of green came into view.