Although Shen Zhixian once secretly complained that the self-proclaimed "Elder Ben" was earthy and stupid, and was not suitable for him at all, he had to say that at such a moment, it was still very shocking.
The little disciple knelt on the ground with a plop, his face flushed red, his eyes were full of fear, and he didn't dare to speak.
Yan Jin picked up the overturned wooden bucket in silence, and turned around to fetch water again when she heard Shen Zhixian say "put it down", a gentle force held his hand, preventing him from putting the bucket down. .
"Ajin come here."
Yan Jin obediently put the bucket on the shore, but did not come over immediately—in his eyes, going to Shen Zhixian's side was far more troublesome and terrifying than fetching water for Yan Shen every day.
However, the master and the apprentice have been around for more than a year, and he knows very well that Shen Zhixian is a person who values face very much. If he shows his face in front of the younger disciple...
Yan Jin pursed his lips, took a few steps like a snail, stopped when he was three or four steps away from Shen Zhixian, lowered his head and shouted respectfully, "Master."
Shen Zhixian didn't mean anything when he called him here, but the spiritual energy by the spring was cold, and Yan Jin was still injured, so it was not good to stay in the wet and cold place for a long time.
He casually threw a few cleaning techniques on Yan Jin that he had practiced the most in the past few days. Seeing that the wet sleeves became dry again, Shen Zhixian turned his head and asked, "Who asked Yan Jin to fetch water?"
The younger disciple was so terrified that he couldn't speak clearly: "Yes, it's Senior Brother Yan... ah, no, it's me..." He found that saying this would make people misunderstand Yan deeply, and quickly stammered, "It's Senior Brother Yan, let me , let me fetch water, I, I was lazy to let Yan... Senior Brother Yan... This has nothing to do with Senior Brother Yan... "
Shen Zhixian narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the little disciple who was afraid of involving Yan Shen and kept explaining, not even caring about himself.
Yan Shen.
At a young age, he was very captivating.
Looking at this situation, it is not the first time that Yan Jin has come to fetch water. Maybe he will be made to feel bad about other things. If it is said that Yan Shen knows nothing about it, Shen Zhixian does not believe it. He even thinks that all this is a It was caused by Yan Shen secretly adding fuel to the flames.
It was his negligence. After sending Yan Jin back that day, he only ordered people to deliver medicine every day, and he practiced the technique by himself, but he never came to see it again.
Shen Zhixian's tone was slightly cold: "The grain field in Wenxian County is short of people recently. Go and help when you clean up."
With such a large sect, there must be a long-term cooperative source of ingredients, and Wenxian is one of them, specializing in the production of Lingmi. It was the harvest season recently, and the people from Wenxian were too busy, so they came to the sect for help.
The younger disciple's face turned pale, which was equivalent to exiling him for a while. There are countless disciples in the sect, and everyone has sharpened their heads and climbed up. He has less practice than one day, and he is much lower than others.
But he didn't dare to refute, Shen Zhixian was famous in the sect, even his own great disciple could get three whips, not to mention that he was only a junior disciple...
He didn't dare to say anything, he took orders with a pale face, and his hands and feet were shaking when he stepped back.
As soon as the irrelevant people retreated, Xiaocaoya immediately turned out from Shen Zhixian's sleeves, stretched the little blade, and rushed towards Yan Jin without any vengeance.
Yan Jin still doesn't dare to touch Shen Zhixian's things, but the splash just now can be explained by inadvertent, and if he deliberately avoids now... The little grass bud he saw was about to rush towards him, he couldn't hold back, slightly Turning to the side, Xiaocaoya threw himself on his sleeve.
Of course, Shen Zhixian noticed Yan Jin's little gestures, but what made him laugh even more was eating the shriveled grass buds again - this little guy is really too much, he used expensive elixir and water to raise it for a few days, and it ended up being raised. Such a renegade grass!
Just as he was about to speak, out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a faint blood oozing from the thin clothes on Yan Jin's shoulders - the wound of the punishment whip had split open.
Although Shen Zhixian didn't visit him in person these few days, but every day he invites the little disciples from the Fourth Elder's sect to deliver the elixir wound medicine. The wound of the disciplinary whip is not so easy to heal, but it's been so many days, and it won't be moved. Just crack it.
When the words came to a corner, Shen Zhixian finally said "Follow me", turned around and left.
The young man behind him hesitated for a moment, but he kept up, cautiously and cautiously taking a few steps away from him, Shen Zhixian slowed his pace, and he stopped as well, not wanting to shorten the distance at all.
Xiaocaoya leisurely pulled his sleeves and swayed on the swing, unaware of the tense atmosphere.
Shen Zhixian could do nothing about it, probably this incident really broke Yan Jin's heart, the little hedgehog erected thorns all over his body, and he didn't know when he was willing to relax and spread his soft belly to him. He pokes.
He imagined what Yan Jin looked like after he let go of his hostility, and couldn't help being a little lost. In the original book, Shen Zhixian still liked this protagonist very much. In the early stage, he was silent and forbearance. In the later stage, he was heartbroken and finally blackened and broke out. The black-haired, red-eyed Demon Venerable and wanton evil spirit really poked out Shen Zhixian's hidden middle school. Heart.
He is now a good brother who does not wish to be the protagonist. He only wishes to completely cleanse himself in Yan Jin's heart. No matter whether Yan Jin will go all the way smoothly in the future, or he will continue to take the path of the devil, he only asks Yan Jin to clear up. When the old account was drawn, he was drawn out.
... a thousand knives or something, it's really terrifying.
Yan Jin, as the protagonist, is destined to be a leader in the future. He is a small supporting role suffering from heart disease, so let's live a leisurely life by himself.
Shen Zhixian was thinking about it in his heart, when suddenly a sense of dizziness rushed into his mind, his eyes darkened, his feet staggered, and he was about to fall back in a daze.
Fortunately, there was a tree next to him, Shen Zhixian relied on instinct to support the trunk of the tree in confusion, and barely stabilized his body.
What he didn't know was that almost at the same time as he was staggering, Yan Jin, who was already a few steps away from him, subconsciously took a few steps back, and then showed a look of surprise—what's the matter
The dizziness came suddenly and ended quickly. Shen Zhixian closed his eyes for a moment and then calmed down, but he still had some faint heart palpitations.
- Heart attack
But doesn't his heart attack only happen occasionally... I just came here a few days ago, and I haven't been stimulated by anything at the moment, so how could it happen for no reason.
Shen Zhixian pondered for a moment, but couldn't think of a reason. Thinking that Yan Jin was still behind him, he coughed lightly, let go of his hand as if nothing had happened, looked back, and said, "Let's go."
…
There was a small empty house in the courtyard where Shen Zhixian lived, right next to his own main house, very close.
Yan Jin watched Shen Zhixian order two little disciples on the road to tidy up the small empty house, her heart skipped a beat, and she had an inexplicable foreboding.
Sure enough, the hunch became a reality in the next instant.
"This house is empty, and it's empty. You can move in here." Shen Zhixian pretended to casually watch the two little disciples rushing about, watching Yan Jin's expression quietly out of the corner of his eyes, "Master... Cough, also. take care of you."
- This person near the water tower, can't you get a good impression degree!
Shen Zhixian was delighted with his little idea. Seeing that Yan Jin's face changed slightly, he was obviously very resistant. He was about to refuse when he opened his mouth. He hurriedly interrupted: "Come in and see your injury."
The boy pursed his lips and stood motionless, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, fully prepared, even Xiaocaoya climbed up to his shoulders along his sleeves, shaking the leaves and chirping without paying any attention .
Shen Zhixian looked at him, and the corner of his lips couldn't help showing a slight smile.
In fact, Shen Zhixian has always disliked the tear mole at the moment. He felt that it seemed to make him angry, so he has deliberately practiced facial expressions these few days, and tried his best to be steady, so as to reduce the The effects of tear moles.
This is indeed a bit effective, but at this time, when he smiled, his previous efforts were all abandoned - the smile stained his eyebrows and eyes, and the teardrop moles followed, and the whole face stretched and became beautiful in an instant.
Yan Jin had never seen Shen Zhixian smile at him, and he didn't know that his smile was so... like a soul-sucking monster.
However, he was only stunned for a moment, and in the next moment he saw Shen Zhixian's smile fade away, rolled up his sleeves, and took a step forward towards him, earnestly and could not refuse: "You are such a big boy, you are still so disobedient, you want the teacher to give him Carry it in?"