The truth of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion was temporarily hidden, and the days gradually returned to peace.

The master and apprentice were on the surface in harmony, but Shen Zhixian knew that the little hedgehog just hid his thorns a little and waited for him to come out and poking him.

Before Yan Jin had returned from her morning class, Shen Zhixuan and Xiao Caoya lay on the bed, rolled over lazily, and suddenly sighed.

Xiaocao Bu is unknown, so when he rolled a leaf, he sighed as he learned, and his voice really learned like 90%.

Shen Zhixian fiddled with its small leaf and murmured: "A Jin is so hard to coax ..."

Xiao Cao Bu can understand people and immediately shakes the leaves with deep conviction-super hard to coax! It has been so coquettish for a long time, and in exchange for the opportunity to grab the sleeves and swing!

Each person looked at each other for a long while, and sighed again.

Xiao Cao Bu spread his head for a while and went out to bask in the sun. Shen Zhixuan sat up hugging the quilt, and could not help recalling the situation that day.

That day, he clearly saw Yan Jin's pupil turned red—though it soon returned to normal.

The cold and charming color is exactly the same as the sword move he used to make it, apathetic and indifferent.

At that time, Shen Zhixian was full of worry and didn't think about it. Later, he calmed down and remembered the settings in the book. Red pupil—that was the sign that Yan Jin was enchanted.

In the original book, because Yan Jin had broken her spiritual root and could no longer cultivate her immortal, she found other opportunities to become enchanted, but now that she is good, why is there a sudden sign of enchantment?

Shen Zhixian was apprehensive, worried that the little hedgehog would perform a live backhand magister for him.

After a while, he stood up suddenly, took the sword, ready to practice it.

He recently turned to the original booklet of the original sword in the corner of the original storage bag and is working hard to rebuild it.

Since he bears the name of a master, he always has something to teach. In case ... Yan Jin might still be able to look at his dedication and be forgiving to him.

Speaking of which, the original talent is so excellent that it is no wonder that he could be so valued by the former monarch that he could be called the first sword repair in the Zongmen-a person who can create a set of swordsmanship before the weak crown. Looking at the world of cultivation, all are rare.

Probably the instinct in the memory is still there. Every time Shen Zhixian practiced his sword, he felt as if he was integrated with the sword. He did n’t need to think much about it.

After completing a set of swordsmanship, Shen Zhixian raised his sword on the edge of the cliff, exhaling a cloud of spit, and the depression at the bottom of the heart disappeared, leaving only comfort and comfort, even giving birth to wanting to drink 300 cups of a sword Thoughts of taking the horizon.

The original man must have been a spirited young man, but unfortunately his heart broke all his wanton dreams.

The wind was strong near the cliffs, blowing the robes hunting. Shen Zhixian stood for a while, and the hot blood was blown off. He looked down at the bottomless cliff, and took a few steps back, turned and was going back to the house, but saw Yan Jin did not know when he was back, just for a moment Staring at him momentarily.

"A Jin is back." Shen Zhixian greeted him, seeing that he was wearing a sword, and asked casually: "Can this sword be used?"

Yan Jin's previous ordinary sword was broken into several pieces, which could not be repaired. Right now his sword was deliberately hit by Shen Zhixian.

Yan Jin closed her eyelashes, concealed the flash of doubt, and saluted respectfully: "Thank you Master for your sword. The sword is very good."

When Shen Zhixian didn't hear his vague vigilance and defense, he groaned for a moment, he lifted his chin to the side of the open space, and simply said, "Practice two moves with me and see."

Shen Zhixian seems to be in a good mood today, with a smile between his eyebrows and eyes, and his calmness and simplicity have been shattered by this smile. Jian Guangling, he looks free and easy, like the words in the book, walking the rivers and lakes Knight.

Yan Jin and him felt particularly obvious when they moved. At that moment, he even felt that this was not Shen Zhixian—how could that cold and dark man have such a chic sword!

But this is clearly Shen Zhixian. Although the hatred of Shen Zhixian has not disappeared, he can't deny that Shen Zhixian's face is indeed born well and unforgettable. No one can imitate that drop of Yin Hong tears.

After practicing for another quarter of an hour, Shen Zhixian resigned his sword with regret. He can't use his spiritual power for a long time, and if he fights on, he will come out and punish him.

"It's very good." He exaggerated, seeing that Yan Jin was about to collect the sword immediately, and stopped quickly, "you are not in a hurry. There are only a few tricks, you can make some more ..."

The original body never instructed Yan Jin to practice, Yan Jin could only go to class with ordinary disciples. However, those disciples were unanimously isolated from each other under the rigorous and secretive impulse, and deliberately gave him the worst sword to make him miss the course.

Frequent absences made Yan Jin only learn the fur. Fortunately, the protagonist's aura is talented. Even if he holds the most common sword to draw, he looks like a decent figure.

But it was just like a decent look, there were still a lot of mistakes when he studied it, and Shen Zhixian picked him out one by one to correct it.

When the speech was on the rise, Shen Zhixian forgot the gap between the master and the apprentice, and took Yan Jin's sword, and he had to make a gesture in person.

"For example, Chaolu is not used this way. This is a swordsman ’s move in the early morning when he sees him flying. Chaolu is fleeting, and this sword will be smart and fast, so that people can see it in the future, It became Twilight's puppet ... "

He raised and lowered the tip of the sword a bit, and extinguished a piece of Lingjian light, as if the twilight had fallen on the ground, and the life-lost men fell to the ground.

Yan Jin was stunned, took a step forward, and stared closely at the sharp sword tip.

"The end of the wind in Lanzhou is an enlightenment of the swordsman at sunset in the Xishan at dusk. The dead leaves reflect the sun, and the westerly wind passes through a Xiao Suo, telling the opponent to see the sorrow ... Seeing that he is very handsome ..."

A vague figure flickered in his mind, and there seemed to have been a spirited white man who was drawing a sword stroke for him, saying something similar in his mouth, but at that time he was holding a dead branch.

Yan Jin blurted out: "Master, will you do everything in Lanzhou?"

"The wind blows Lanzhou?" Shen Zhixian's sword tipped away, almost without thinking. He flicked his wrists and groaned: "Now the moon is setting, and the westerly wind is over Lanzhou ..." "

Yan Jin's pupil suddenly enlarged, and the two figures in her memory and in front of her eyes seemed to overlap with each other. A name that had been lingering for a long time almost blurted out, "year-old"

"Oh!" Shen Zhixian suddenly exclaimed, interrupting Yan Jin's words. His face changed slightly, and before the end of the move, he put the sword and pestle on the ground with his backhand, right to be a stick, and the other hand was holding his waist, his expression was delicate and helpless, "My waist ..."

He did not dare to use the sword of Yan Jin, who used only spiritual power. But Yan Jin's sword is also of high quality, and weighs a little weight. For example, Chao Lusheng is still in trouble by borrowing Qiaojin, and the trick of Lanzhou is to open up and close. If he doesn't pay attention, he winces slightly.

Yan Jin: "..."

He swallowed the name he was about to spit back into his stomach, and returned to a state of silence in an instant. At the signal of Shen Zhixian, he carefully and steadily helped people back to the house.

Shen Zhixian put his hand on his wrist to take advantage of it. It was cold and cold, not the temperature that a young man should have-the heart burial sent him his future, leaving him only one for spiritual practice. For those who are extremely weak and run down, it is like a waste body.

In the last life, Yan Jin also admired him, so he did not resist too much to worship him, but who knows in exchange for the root of the spirit is cut off, and once killed.

He pity Shen Zhixian, but hate him even more.

Yan Jin lowered her eyelashes, masked the complex emotions at the bottom of her eyes, lifted the person to the bed, saluted silently, and retreated quietly.