It’s Not Easy Being a Master

——Not Yan Jin.

Although she did not remember what Yan Jin looked like at this time, Shen Zhixian only glanced at the person in front of him, and knew that he could not be Yan Jin.

The reason is without him, this boy is too ordinary.

It's not that he looks ugly, it can only be said that he has mediocre features and can't be found in the blink of an eye. This kind of appearance can never be the protagonist.

Shen Zhixian, a veteran of hidden properties, breathed a sigh of relief, and now thinking of Yan Jin, he would like to see the immersive nightmare of death. To describe his current mood with a word, that is , Counseling.

But this so-called "little apprentice" ...

Shen Zhixian's eyes were empty for a moment, and he could barely remember what this person was.

Indeed his apprentice.

One year ago, shortly after the original body accepted Yan Jin as an apprentice, another apprentice was named Yan Shen at the Zongmen Test Sword Conference.

Yan Shen is only 13 or 14 years old this year, with some childishness on his face. He looks very strong.

He was still thinking, his eyelashes were slightly drooping, his skin color was white, his posture leaned loosely against the couch, his long hair was behind him like black satin, and the whole man looked lazy and sloppy.

Yan Shen's eyes flashed an inexplicable emotion, and soon covered it.

He stepped in front of Shen Zhixian in three or two steps, and shouted "Master" again, holding Shen Zhixian's expression, worried: "Master, are you still uncomfortable? Don't be angry with your brother, and your brother will go to punish After thinking about the cliff, you must know your mistakes and you won't make it again next time. "

Punished, thought over the cliff--

Shen Zhixian flashed, and finally remembered what the plot was.

Then his eyes darkened, and he wanted to faint immediately and pretend that he didn't know anything-in this plot, Yan Jin was really sad.

There is a Forbidden Land Sword Pavilion in Qingyunzong, which was opened only once every five years. Only the disciples who won the top three at the sword test conference can enter the sword selection.

In the original book, Yan Jin broke into the Tibetan Sword Pavilion in the middle of the night, not only destroying more than half of the sword on the first floor, but also hurting many disciples who wanted to stop him. After being restrained, Yan Jin refused to plead guilty, only gritted her teeth and said that she had to break through, and refused to say anything else.

Yan Jin is rooted in nature and born with spiritual roots. If seven or eight years ago, the original body could still teach him well, but since the heart disease, the original body mentality has gradually changed.

He is jealous of Yan Jin.

Therefore, when the word “Yan Jin” was in trouble, the original body didn't distinguish much, and never thought of protecting the apprentice. When she saw Yan Jin refused to plead guilty, she sneered and took the punishment whip. , Then let Yan Jin think over the cliff.

The whip of punishment is not a small thing. It was specially designed by Zongmenli to punish disciples who have made big mistakes. There is a magic weapon on the whip. The punished person cannot resist with spiritual power, but can only suffer.

One whip broke the skin, two whip wounded the meat, three whip saw the bone, and the wound could not heal for several months. It was cold at night, and it was born around the bone, even the hardest people couldn't bear it.

And thinking about the cliff is not a good place. Above the high cliffs, the cold wind, snow and ice, for Yan Jin who received the three whip, is an extremely worse place.

This torment hurt Yan Jin's spiritual roots, made him to endure bitter chills every time he used his spiritual power, and made him completely chill at the original body-more terribly, the original body soon after this incident Yan Jin's spiritual roots were cut off by himself, and he was expelled from the division, making him a waste.

"Master?" Yan called deeply.

Shen Zhixian turned back, gently coughing to cover up this moment of loss, and asked softly, "How is Yan Jin now?"

Yan Shen said: "My brother fainted once before thinking about the cliff, but as soon as he woke up, he climbed the cliff. Master, this brother will be punished by this, and he will not make mistakes next time. You do n’t want to hurt yourself, Disciples are worried ... "

Shen Zhixian had some subtleties in his heart. He had read the original book, and of course he knew that the person who broke into the Tibetan sword court was not Yan Jin's original intention, and framed him ... He had some relationship with the person in front of him.

It wasn't a coincidence that Yan Shen could become his apprentice, but someone helped.

Thirteen or fourteen-year-old Lang looked worried, as if he was really soothing, but the words spit out in his mouth nailed Yan Jin to the wrong pillar.

Shen Zhixian sat upright, shaking her hand calmly and trying to help him, said: "Go out."

Yan Shen's eyes flashed, and what else he wanted to say, he held back, answered "OK", saluted, and closed the door.

As soon as people left, Shen Zhixuan immediately turned over and settled down, and began to look through the box to find the panacea—he still has a rescue! Yan Jin just thought about the cliff soon! He's too late!

In this world, he was afraid that he had already been cold in the corridor, and he never looked back on this book. Think of Yan Jin's backhand annihilation of Qingyun Manmen and his own stern master, Shen Zhixian shivered, and put a bunch of top-quality Quhan Dan back to Ling Dan Sheng Ji Dan and so on.

At present, the only way out is to quickly brush back the favorability of the protagonist, Yan Jin, so that the terrible nightmare will not come true, and wait until later ...

Being a Good Master Being a Good Master ... Shen Zhixian kept thinking about packing things up, thinking about it, and was a little familiar with the spiritual power in the house, and then went out of the room silently.

Relying on the obstacles and avoiding people along the way of memory, Shen Zhixian successfully found Si Guoya.

The cliff is so high, standing underneath, the cold wind rolls over the ice and snow, if you don't protect it with spiritual energy, you can't breathe smoothly.

Shen Zhixian frowned and looked around, only to see a stone-stepped path that could only be crossed by one person, covered with ice and snow. He tried to take two steps, and panicked.

No one cares about the thought of the cliff, but there is a formation method, disciples who have thought about it cannot use the spell, and the punisher of the spell is doubled. So Yan Jin dragged her bruised body to climb the cliffs step by step ... Shen Zhixuan sighed, put her thoughts behind her, and started climbing.

He had thought about flying up with magical techniques, but one was that he was not very skilled in using spiritual power, and he was afraid of falling into a cake halfway, and the other was that he had sneaked this trip. It is not so good when the formation is known by others.

The cliff of Wanzhang is high and difficult to climb. Fortunately, this body is very durable when it does not suffer from heart disease. Shen Zhixian climbed for nearly an hour and finally found the place where Yan Jin thought.

It was a small, narrow cave, and when people sat there, they couldn't block the wind or snow. As soon as Shen Zhixian raised his eyes, he saw a snowman sitting there, suddenly shocked, and hurriedly pulled him out.

The teenager in the half-old thin shirt was pale, eyes closed, and Ren Bingxue buried him, motionless. Shen Zhixian touched his face, terribly cold.

He pulled out a pile of medicine bottles in his arms, Shen Zhixuan turned his back, blocked the snow, held people in his arms, and unwrapped him. He touched the young man's veins and determined that there was still a slight beating. He breathed a sigh of relief and stuffed the young man with the brain of Qu Han Dan back to Ling Dan.

However, the teenager was also vigilant in the coma and clenched his teeth and refused to relax. Shen Zhixian had no choice but to put down Ling Dan, while whispering to him, while warming his hands with spiritual power, rubbing his frozen limbs.

After so much rubbing, I found that the young man in his arms was terribly thin, almost sticking to his skin and holding his hands like a bamboo pole. Yan Jin should also be fifteen or sixteen years old this year. Looking at it, I'm afraid that Yan may not be as tall as she is.

The injury from the punishment and whipping on his back was obviously untreated, the blood had solidified, and his clothes were frozen into pieces, horrible, Shen Zhixian felt a pain in his back.

Shen Zhixian's heart of a loving father was stunned, and he sighed distressedly, and finally got a little bit grieved at the original body—a good child, was tossed into this, if Yan Jin is the protagonist, and the law of immortality, change another Others, it hurt as long as they were hit three times.

He changed his posture a little and let Yan Jin lie in his arms, intending to treat the wound for him. The young man suddenly woke up with a moan and suddenly looked up, with a vicious light shining in his eyes, and forced Shen Zhixian A push.

Shen Zhixian was caught off guard and was pushed straight by him, subconsciously leaning back.

This push seemed to have exhausted all the strength of the boy. He gasped, without Shen Zhixuan holding it, and crooked away.

Shen Zhixian's eye diseased hands quickly raised his hands to pad his head, where a dense ice dumpling had condensed. If his head was scratched, it must be a **** one.

"hiss--"