It’s Not Easy Being a Master

After the silence was restored, Si Fei looked at the residual flowers everywhere, his smile faded, and he sighed.

The bald monk hiding in the shadows saw Shen Zhixuan disappear, and then he dared to walk out, showing a look of horror: "I only saw him putting the sword on your neck, and I was scared. In case his hand shakes, you can on……"

Si Fei spread his hands indifferently: "If you can die like this, it would be better."

The bald monk remembered something, touched his bald head, and stopped talking.

Si Fei felt the atmosphere that suddenly became serious, tilted his head and looked at the bald monk with a relaxed smile: "Shen Zhixian is not Yan Jin, he initiated a mad come to six relatives to deny it, he will not kill me, rest assured ... you should worry It's the one in the wasteland. "

With a wave of his hand, he rolled up the residual flowers on the ground and turned into an illusion.

In the illusion, the light was dim, and a barren field was faintly visible. There was haunting magic around, monsters, monsters and wrecks all over the place, someone with their backs full of murderous energy, waving a sword to break the demons coming up into pieces.

——It is Yan Jin.

He was too fierce, except for some irrational little demon who came forward to die, the bigger demon was a little shy.

The demons are not completely demented, the more powerful the demons, the more they know how to save lives. As long as Yan Jin stayed here, she killed as many demons as possible with fierce means, and became more and more brave, even rising to the ranks, and her strength soared.

Several monsters in the wasteland looked at each other for a while, bowed their heads unwillingly before him, and made a gesture of surrender.

Yan Jin didn't have the slightest expression on her face, only indifference and murderousness, and she did not hesitate to surrender to the demons. Probably feeling the glance of peeping, he turned sharply, and his **** eyes were full of suffocation, as if through vision, turned into sharp blades and stabbed at Si Fei and bald monk.

He carried the sword, the blood on it was dripping, and he was still lingering with a ray of magic.

The bald monk shivered, knowing that Yan Jin couldn't see them, he still subconsciously reached behind Si Fei, carefully plopped out of his head and looked around: "Oh, don't look at me, don't look at me, monk is timid Scary ... Why did Yan Jin look into the devil this time and look fiercer than last time, but don't control it anymore ... "

He rubbed his hands nervously, worrying: "There is no second strain of Soulgrass-what is it ?!"

Because he was too shocked, his voice was a bit broken, and he looked surprised that Yan Jin, who had completely lost his mind, suddenly raised his hand, and a group of green light spread out on his palm.

It turned into a small grass bud.

Xiao Cao Bu bouncing in his palm, I do n’t know what to express. The suffocation in Yan Jin ’s eyes actually dissipated, and the murderous power, which almost condensed into a substance, also slightly converged. He flipped his wrist and turned the small The grass bud rolled into his sleeve and turned into the darkness.

The residual flowers landed and the illusion disappeared.

The shock on the bald monk's face still remained: "Soul Tracker? How did Yan Jin have another Soul Tracker?"

He subconsciously touched his arms. After touching it for a long time, he patted his mind: "My book was snatched by me!"

Si Gossip said, frowning at him, his disgust was plainly written in his eyes.

The bald monk grinned and came across with a grimace: "Oh, Ah Fei, the monk can't beat that ice cube, go and help the monk get the book back ..."

Si Fei flatly refused: "Don't be lazy, don't want to fight."

The bald monk twisted it a bit: "Otherwise, Ah Fei, you go to show the beauty plan ... Then the saying goes, the hero is sad about the beauty ..."

Si Fei's face turned green for a moment, and he knocked on the bald monk's bald head in an angry manner: "Crowd." He laughed and scolded, but his eyes disappeared.

What did the bald monk want to say? Suddenly his expression was frozen, and something cold fell on his head. He reached out and touched it, feeling a little cold, and then, a large swath of snowflakes fell from the sky, and soon Covered the ground.

It is the seal ban that has been maintained for thousands of years, and finally broke down. The huge ban has turned into a piece of snow, which is falling down and down.

"A Fei, the restriction is broken ..."

"Yeah ... those things are coming out." Si Fei looked blank for a moment, and soon revealed a sly smile, "You just said, He is still guarding outside?"

The bald monk made a noise.

"Well, good, go for the cool."

Two fat and thin figures disappeared quickly, but in a secret room somewhere in the dead city, Shen Zhixian had just merged the soul-seeking grass, and his expression was momentarily stunned.

Xiao Cao Bu is very special. He knows it, but he never imagined that it is actually the legend ... the soul-stirring grass that can resurrect his life against the sky.

In the last life, he finally failed to survive in Yan Jin's hands. Then, is the rebirth of this life due to the soul tracking grass?

Who found the soul-stirring grass and worked so hard to regenerate him—No, Yan Jin was also reborn. Does this matter to him?

There is only a pile of loess left in the closet. The small wooden plaque on which the soul-seeking grass is written has been turned into powder after the soul-seeking grass has been absorbed and merged. pulse.

Just before the soulgrass blended with the remaining small scales, he completely repaired the wounds on his heart and veins. His long-suffering sense of comfort made him anxious to go out and find someone to fight.

When Yan Jin is found, he must fight with him. Before being suppressed by the heart disease, he could not fight.

There are walls on all sides here, and only one door is tightly closed. Shen Zhixian pushed the door without hesitation. As soon as he went out, he was blinded by the snow.

He tilted his head slightly to avoid a snowflake, only to find himself standing on a long street.

This is not different from ordinary towns. Brick buildings, red lanterns, and bluestone streets. If there are any differences, then the residents here are all non-human.

In the cold wind, several little monster cubs wrapped in thick cotton jackets laughed and ran past Shen Zhixuan. Rabbit ears that couldn't hide were flickering in the wind. They were fluffy and cute.

Is this ... in the immortal city?

Shen Zhixian looked around, and an old tree demon with his back on his back struggled to pull up his roots, changed to a more comfortable position, and shoved the roots back into the soil: "Oh, a new young man. "

Shen Zhixian turned his head to look at it. The old tree demon had a dry and wrinkled old man's face, and was humming happily. He saw Shen Zhixian come over, and the old tree demon sighed, kindly said: "Live here used?"

Shen Zhixian's face showed a little doubt, pretending to be puzzled: "Here ... where is it?"

The blankness on his face is just right, the old tree demon doubted him, and said, "Here is the immortal city. We also call it the worry-free city. Here you will not have troubles, and you will be happy every day. . "

Just then, a few more demons passed by, and the old tree demon greeted them happily. Shen Zhixian took the opportunity to talk, and found that the demon monster here didn't even know Si Fei, let alone the bald monk.

Shen Zhixian felt strange. The inhumans here didn't seem to understand what the trouble was. Every face was smiling, and there didn't seem to be any negative emotions. How could this be possible, even if it was a newborn baby, it would also cry and make a noise. Temper!

He also noticed that the engraved pattern of forgetfulness flowers can be seen everywhere. Under the eaves of the door, there is always a engraved pattern of forgetfulness flowers. There is a faint breath flowing in the pattern. Shen Zhixian carefully sensed it and felt a little familiar ——This is very similar to the moonlight flowing from the flower of the fingertips of the genius Si Fei.

Eighty percent is the writer of Si Fei.

The immortal city should be related to the so-called wasteland point. According to Si Fei's attitude, Shen Zhixian thinks that the immortal city is likely to be the last line of defense in this wasteland.

For thousands of years, the seal ban has long been riddled with cracks. The big demons could not pass through these cracks, but many little demons could escape from there.

Si Fei built an undead city here, probably to deal with these little monsters who escaped.

Shen Zhixian had countless guesses in her heart, her face was not obvious, and she was about to say goodbye to the old tree demon. The old tree demon suddenly made a whine, shook the tree body, and shook off many dead leaves: "Who hit me!"

It pulled out a tree root and picked up a rock that was rolling around.

A small piece of paper was tied to the stone with a red rope. The root of the tree was not very flexible. After looking at it for a long time, he silently handed the paper to Shen Zhixuan: "I don't know how to read, you come."

Shen Zhixian took the paper and stones, unfolded the paper, and the first sentence above was "Shen Xianshi personally enlightened".

He froze slightly, and continued to look down.

The paper was small but long, rolled into a roll. Looking at this wording style, it seems like a bald monk wrote. In the first half, he expressed his apology, and only the last paragraph carefully mentioned Ti Yan Jin.

The paper says that the wasteland has been sealed for thousands of years, and there are countless monsters and monsters in it. It is difficult to discipline. The reason why Yan Jin was sent to the wasteland was because Yan Jin was born with a demon body, and only he had the ability to live there.

It's like sending a lion into a forest, letting him lead the whole forest, and not letting all kinds of beasts in it arbitrarily.

With a click, the old tree demon shrank and watched the hard stone crushed into a powder by Shen Zhixuan and fell down.

Shen Zhixian continued to talk about the last point of the paper roll unfolding. It also said that the seal of the wasteland could not hold up, and began to break up in large areas. Numerous demons escaped. They also asked Shen Xianshi to help and cut the demons.

As for where Yan Jin is now, they already ... don't know.

At the end, Shen Zhixian's face sank as if it was raining cloudy. The old tree demon was still curious. He looked at his cold atmosphere, shut his mouth vigorously for survival, and left Shen Zhixuan with his double dim eyes. .

Seeing the back of Shen Zhixuan disappeared, the old tree demon yawned lazily, was lethargic, and woke him again with a whine.

"It's awful, I forgot to solve the trick!" A bald monk ran anxiously in front of it, and his fat hand kept thinking about it. After a while, he sighed with relief, " Fortunately, this calculation, and the opportunity ... "

He slowed down and walked away.

The old tree demon stared at him stupidly, watched him shake away, and this time he completely closed his eyes and fell asleep.

But said Shen Zhixian side.

In fact, Shen Zhixian hated Si Fei's actions very much, and squeezed the paper roll with his fingers, wishing to tear the whole paste on their faces. But he couldn't find Si Fei them, nor could he find Yan Jin.

He did have the idea of ​​a contract, but he didn't know if it was too far away or some other reason. When he urged the contract, he could only feel that Yan Jin was safe and secure, and he couldn't feel his position.

Fortunately, you can also feel that Yan Jin was not injured, otherwise Shen Zhixuan will now be unable to help but overturn the undead city.

Otherwise ... he will go back to Qing Yunzong first.

If Yan Jin is not in trouble, he still remembers what he said and inquires about his news, he must return to Qing Yunzong.

It also saves them both looking for each other and missing each other.

When he met with Yan Jin, he came to work together to deal with all kinds of things. Without Yan Jin, he was always upset.

Shen Zhixuan hesitated, fingers rubbing the scroll unconsciously, and suddenly felt a bit strange when she touched it.

He raised his hand for a moment, carefully at the corner of the tail, and gently pulled up a thin piece of paper attached to it.

This lifted paper is only half a slap, a thin piece, and it looks very fragile. It seems to break when touched, but in fact, it feels extremely tough to hold it.

But there is nothing on it.

Shen Zhixian rubbed the paper carefully, and a little familiar atmosphere circulated on the paper, making him instantly remember the Lord Wen.

He frowned, and confirmed it carefully-indeed, there was the smell of Wen Zongzhu, exactly the smell of Wen Zongzhu's sword.

Wen Zongzhu failed to rise to the ranks several years ago, and his sword has been broken for a long time. How can he feel the breath of him and his sword here after many years?

The mystery of Shen Zhixian ’s heart was getting bigger and bigger. At that time, when Wen Zong was dying, he was still taken away. He knew nothing about it. Song Zong was dealt with by Song Ji and several elders. If you want to know It was necessary to go back to Qing Yunzong and ask a question.

Shen Zhixian settled down, finally made up his mind, left all the immortal cities for the time being, and began to rush to Qingyunzong.

Along the way, as the note says, there are many more monsters and ghosts, and there are only a few of them. Although Shen Zhixian hurried on the road, seeing the monsters and monsters making a mess, she would stop to deal with it.

On this day, Shen Zhixian was thinking about the paperless paper while hurried away. As she passed by a forest, she saw another immortal corrector besieged by several monsters, so that she could not stretch out.

He beheaded the monster three or two times. When Xianxiu turned around to thank him, Shen Zhixian whispered, "Su Chengxian?"

Isn't this Su Cheng, a disciple of Xuanjilou who had met him before and met Zeng Pingshui?

Shen Zhixian was still face-to-face, Su Cheng stunned for a moment, soon recognized him, and was surprised when he greeted him: "Are you Xianxiu?"

Shen Zhixian smiled gently, and said gently: "I had no idea at the time and had to hide my identity. Please don't be angry."

Su Cheng waved his hand and laughed, "Ah, I understand, I understand, it's not a big deal, and what kind of anger, I want to thank you for saving my life."

Shen Zhixian sideways evaded half a ritual, smiled, and exposed the topic. Seeing him again, Shen Zhixian asked a few more words.

Su Chengdao: "Demons are rampant in recent days, and there is a faint resurgence of demons. Although I am not powerful, it is okay to cut a few demon and small demon."

The two hurriedly exchanged two sentences, each with their own important matters, and each had to separate. When turning around, Su Cheng glanced at the piece of paper in Shen Zhixian's hand and blurted out in surprise: "Destiny paper?"

Shen Zhixian tilted his head and looked at him.

Su Cheng knew that he was rude, and apologized on his face, and apologized, "I'm sorry ... I suddenly saw this long-lost destiny paper, and was shocked for a moment ... Can I ask, where did this paper come from? Come? "

Shen Zhixian thought, and passed the paper generously: "It was a gift from others. Do you recognize this paper?"

Su Cheng carefully grasped the thin paper, and looked at it over and over again. The shock became more and more obvious. He was determined: "This is indeed destiny paper! There is the breath of the uncle!"

Shen Zhixian followed his words and asked, "Your uncle?"

Su Cheng abruptly shut his mouth, consciously made a word, and was a little annoyed, but the words had already been spoken out, and in front of him was the one who had just rescued him. He looked around and saw no one around, whispering: Not a master, that senior was expelled from the mysterious building a long time ago ... in our case, only he could use the destiny paper. "

He paused, revealing an expression of embarrassment that he didn't want to say more, and Shen Zhixian didn't embarrass him, saying: "Then you know, what's wrong with this paper?"

"Destiny paper can push past and future, only those with high talents can drive it. There is a trick on it, I can't completely solve it, but let the above content show, I can still do it." Su Cheng obviously He was very confident in his strength in this regard, and he asked, "May I have a try?"

Shen Zhixian made a laboring gesture.

Su Cheng responded well, and after a complicated act, the tactics hit the destiny paper, and sure enough, an image gradually emerged from above.

Su Cheng is an honest man. When he sees a faint image appearing, he immediately looks up and looks ahead, avoiding suspicion without looking at it: "OK."

Shen Zhixian looked at the pattern, took a cool breath, thanked Su Cheng calmly, Su Cheng waved his hand to express his politeness, and the two said goodbye to each other and left in opposite directions.

After waiting a while, Shen Zhixian stretched out his hand, and the piece of paper showing the pattern was lying on the palm of his hand, with a sword painted on it, and a faint aura flowing.

It is the sword of Lord Wen.

And a ray of broken sword spirit.

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