The Tibet Sword Pavilion, as Shen Zhixian guessed, was finally left to rest.

Yan Jin was still carrying a vague black pot, and even Shen Zhixuan was criticized by the young disciples.

Song Ye probably knew it, but he only knew it and even intentionally condoned it.

Shen Zhixian had repeatedly refuted him in front of the crowd and did not give him any face. Due to various reasons, Song Zheng had to choose to tolerate, and he was already suffocated. Even if Shen Zhixuan's position cannot be shaken in this matter, he is disgusting.

So the little disciples became more active in discussions, and there were all kinds of strange rumors.

"Elder Shen seems to like Brother Yan recently."

"I also heard that Elder Shen personally connected people to the peak. It is said that he lives next to Elder Shen's house."

"Isn't Brother Yan finally getting out of his head and going flying?"

These ordinary disciples cannot directly call Master Shen Zhixian, but Brother Yan Yan is intimate, as if he had never quietly talked about Yan Jin's gossip behind him, and was saddened by various trivial matters.

"I think 80% of it is. Speaking of it, Brother Yan seems to have never reached the summit for a long time."

"Elder Shen avoided his daily greetings and seemed to haven't instructed him in swordsmanship for a long time."

"Ah? That's it. I'll say ..."

"Well, keep quiet, Brother Yan may not be near here."

When someone climbs up, someone gets trampled. There are many people who have seen the rudder in this world. How did these young disciples tout Yan Yan in the past? At this time, how to show Yan Jin's "goodwill".

Yan Shen hidden behind the shadow of the tree, watching the young disciples walking and talking, soon disappeared, his face was as gloomy as the bottom of the pot, the cheerful temperament of the past was completely gone, and the hard hand was on the hard trunk Five clear fingerprints were left on it.

Yan, Jin!

He gritted his teeth over and over again, the dark mood came out piece by piece like poisonous mushrooms in the corner.

I don't know how long, he flicked his sleeves, and walked in a certain direction without looking back.

——That's not the way back to his house, nor the way to the sword training field, nor the way to any place he should go.

...

Shen Zhixuan, who is at the center of the topic, is very calm. He doesn't care much about those gossips about himself. He is more worried about whether this matter will make two more holes in Yan Jin's sore and careful heart.

Shen Zhixian began to try to coax people.

However, Yan Jin was extremely guarded against him. Every time he appeared, the young man's whole body momentum would be instantly tense, and his spirit would be tense, like a string that stretched to the extreme, it would be broken when touched.

Shen Zhixian felt that his position in Yan Jin's heart was probably not as good as that of the unscrupulous rebellious grass.

At least that grass has been photographed and fly by Yan Jin several times, now finally got permission to drag his sleeve to swing.

Shen Zhixuan decided to use a roundabout tactic Huairou strategy.

A 15-year-old child will have a soft heart no matter how early it is!

Shen Zhixian counted with his fingers in the room.

The four elders have recently practiced a new pot of elixir that can exquisite spiritual roots. Zongmen has recently received a batch of high-quality cloth weaving brocade. The chef under the name of Wufeng is said to have learned a new dish ...

Elder Shen, who is not short of money, waved, buy and buy! Do it! Eat it!

The young disciple carrying a packet of Lingshi led away obscientiously and respectfully obscured the door. Before leaving, he quietly looked at Yan Jin who was practicing sword in the yard.

Yan Jin did everything possible, closed his sword, turned back, noticed this sight, and looked back calmly.

"Hello Brother Yan!" He was consciously seen by a spirit, and stood subconsciously, saying hello.

He was one of two introductory disciples who Shen Zhixian came up to help clean up the empty house that day, the other disciple was Ming Li. Probably it was Shen Zhixian's eyes that flexed his hands and feet. Both of them were made into an ordinary disciple under the name of Wufeng by exception.

After the two little disciples went down the mountain that day, they donated pocket money and small odds and asked about the surrounding brothers and sisters about Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin.

Then they stumbled.

Elder Shen and Brother Yan have a bad relationship?

Did Brother Yan suffer such a serious injury from Elder Shen?

Elder Shen's favorite disciple is Brother Yan Shen?

No, they clearly feel that Elder Shen and Brother Yan have a good relationship!

As for Brother Yanshen ... Although they have just arrived, they have not had much contact with Brother Yan, but they can see Elder Shen every day.

Seeing Elder Shen's attitude, he clearly values ​​Brother Yan. He changes things every day to deliver things to Brother Yan. The fruits must be the freshest and sweetest, the vegetables must be the freshest, and the meat must be the best. Even a dish of fragrant soft buns Tell them to be shaped into various shapes.

It is said that Brother Yan would like to eat more.

The disciples all said that Elder Shen might not be able to provoke Yin Qing, but they clearly felt that Elder Shen was ... kind of cute.

He also wants to be a disciple, and he also wants to eat pig-shaped little buns. He happens to be a pig! He cleverly stood in front of Yan Jin holding a pack of spirit stones, but unfortunately he was of average qualifications. Brother Yan Yan was in front of him. Elder Shen must not look down on him. He might as well have a good relationship with Brother Yan!

Perhaps Brother Yan would ask him to eat a pig bun when he was happy.

"Brother Yan want to drink water?"

Yan Jin shook her head, thanking strangely and politely, her gaze passing by the spirit stone in his arms, and soon she closed it again, looking down at the sword in her heart.

Explicitly said "goodbye" and went away happily.

As soon as he left, there was silence all around. Xiao Caoya went to sleep, and rarely did not come out to make a noise. Yan Jin condensed the sword in her hand, and the emotions in her eyes were unknown.

It is not far away from the time of the previous life.

But today's Shen Zhixian is completely different from the Shen Zhixian in his previous memory. Masters in various appearances repeatedly appear in his mind. He ponders day and night, fearing and completely unable to guess Shen Zhixuan's thoughts.

These days, he has been suffering really hard. His eyes are closed and his eyes are red, as if blood is floating on the nose, and Shen Zhixian's blood-stained hands are in his sleep, pinching him casually. Wrist.

It seemed that the pain began to spread from the spiritual roots, and Yan Jin's intellect disappeared for a moment. The hand holding the hilt of the sword was violently forced, and the fingertips were pale.

When the sword came out of the sheath, it brought cold light.

Obviously, it was just a very ordinary sword. Yan Jin shook a sword flower, which brought out a sense of hesitation, which was different from the previous sword practice every time.

His pupils had already been covered with a touch of red, and everything was blood red, and the cold and cruel color tingled every nerve of Yan Jin.

Everywhere seems to be the shadow of Shen Zhixian, he panted, shot like a torch, sword light like a ghost, and stabbed at every phantom like crazy.

As soon as the sword was out, the blade trembled, and his voice was like a black crow screaming in the moonless night, Jian Guang cut the dead leaves and rolled up a cord.

However, the phantom is endless, broken and reappeared, but it is endless.

After all, Yan Jin was just a sixteen-year-old boy. He had long-term malnutrition and a thin body. He was seriously injured only in the early days. He could not bear such a domineering sword move, but he was exhausted for a while-but he couldn't stop.

Some voice echoed in his mind, tempting to drag him with little reason left into the abyss.

"Kill him ... kill everything ... there is nothing to deceive you or stop you ..."

The blood rushed wildly in the body, and the spiritual force violently collided in the spiritual root, because it was too fierce, the fragile spiritual root could not bear it, and there were faint traces of fragmentation.

"Oh!"

Just when Yan Jin was almost collapsing, another long sword came out of the sheath, such as the bright moon breaking through the clouds in the night, and the gentle sword light gently but strongly broke through the chaos, firmly holding his swing. Long sword.

"Ajin!"

The soft and gentle sword intentions easily resolved the fierce and fierce sword tricks. Anxiously shouting came from the distance. Yan Jin instinctively followed the sound, and the pupil's almost glamorous red dissipated a little.

"Wake up! A Jin wake up!"

It was another call.

Yan Jin has never heard anyone call his name in such an anxious and worrying voice, as if he was a treasure, and when he touched it, someone would hurt someone and worry.

He always heard taunts, taunts, gossips, and even sharp laughter with invisible spikes.

At first he was unprepared and was easily bloodied. Later, he also learned to build a high wall of indifference and surround himself inside so that he would not be easily injured like that.

Yan Jin stood awkwardly, her eyes were a bit slack, Shen Zhixian couldn't tell whether he was looking at himself or just looking at this direction, hesitated for a moment, and only called tentatively again: "A Jin?"

With this call, Yan Jin's weird redness gradually receded, and then the sword in his hand fell to the ground. With a frown on his face, he blew a spit of blood, his feet softened, and he fell forward.

Shen Zhixian was shocked, and he couldn't bear much. She threw her sword into the ground, hurriedly took one step forward, embraced the exhausted teenager into his arms, and patted his back comfortably: "It's all right, all right ... ... "

Yan Jinfu was in his arms, motionless, as if lethargic passed, but Shen Zhixian knew that he did not, not only did not, he was gradually recovering.

Because of that familiar sense of extreme preparedness ... again.

Shen Zhixian released her hand before the other person reached out and pushed him away. He stood up and picked up Yan Jin's sword.

This is an ordinary sword, which is usually used by ordinary disciples. Yan Jin is not valued. As a personal disciple, she doesn't even get a decent sword.

Shen Zhixian sighed under her heart before she was overused by Yan Jin. She was finally honored and sacrificed by Shen Zhixian's sword. She was broken into pieces and fell to the ground.

Shen Zhixian: "..."

He coughed casually, trying to change the subject: "What was the sword you just made?"

That sword move was extremely fierce, and at first glance it wasn't the swordplay that Qingyun Sect would have. Ordinary swords can't bear its fierceness, and I don't know where Yan Jin learned from.

However, Yan Jin didn't know about this problem. He hadn't completely recovered from the emotions just before.

Everything that happened just now is unexpected and weird. He seems to be in control, and many unfamiliar emotions are in his heart, and he swings his sword involuntarily.

That mysterious husky voice ...

Who killed? Who is that voice calling him to kill?

Is Shen Zhixian? Or is anyone who insulted him?

Yan Jin kept thinking about the voice again and again, the more he thought about the chaos in his head, and in despair, a feeling of despair came up, as if his own soul was screaming desperately deep inside.

-No!

-Can't kill him!

--Do not!

Despair to collapse, crying every word is blood.

Yan Jin was suddenly agitated, and he fisted fiercely, slamming his palm firmly with his fingertips, a little bit of pain to let him come back to life, heard Shen Zhixian's question, shook his head pale, and said nothing.

Seeing him reluctant to answer, Shen Zhixian didn't mean to ask. It was only Yan Jin's own swordsmanship. After all, the protagonist, even if it was Kaishan Chuangpai, was not a surprise.

Shen Zhixian sighed, threw the hilt of his sword, and turned back to recover his sword frost. "This sword is not easy to use. I'll find it for you in the future."

He quietly made an idea and turned to leave, but did not notice a hint of fragility flashing through Yan Jin's eyes.