On the day when the inn heard about the book, Yan Jin came down late and didn't hear what the previous storyteller had said. Later, she fell completely on Shen Zhixuan and didn't pay much attention to their arguments.

He only seemed to listen faintly to the Master and him.

Yan Jin tilted her head to look at Shen Zhixian, who was sleeping soundly and her long eyelashes dropped a light shadow on her eyelids.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally opened the book gently.

What can I write about Master and him?

Yan Jin, who originally only wanted to turn two pages at random to see what the book was, kept it completely after turning a few pages.

Why and why everything he had experienced in person, and it was written here ... but it was so ...

Yan Jin couldn't think of words for a moment to describe her mood, her face was uncontrollably a little bit confused, and she stared blankly at Shen Zhixuan in her deep sleep.

His peers have not been separated all the way, this book may only be bought by the master who went into the study alone, but the master told him clearly at the time that he encountered a dark boss and did not buy it.

However, Yan Jin immediately remembered the whisper of the study owner, who said he had sold a set ...

Yan Jin's gaze involuntarily fell on the storage bag Shen Zhixian rested on the pillow.

Fortunately, reason still restrained him, so that he no longer reached out to Shen Zhixuan's storage bag.

The candle was about to burn out, the wick was burning for a long time, and a daffodil burst, the light shook, and Yan Jin was shocked.

He pursed his lips, held the notepad, turned to blow out the candles, and went to the window, looking at it with a little hazy moonlight, carefully and carefully.

...

When Shen Zhixian woke up wondering what terrible thing happened, the sky was bright and the morning light came in through the half-open window.

He hadn't got enough sleep, his mind was chaotic, and he thought he was in his own room, and skillfully rolling the quilt was a happy lazy waist-and then there was a figure in the corner of his eyes.

The inn was simple, except for a wooden couch, a wooden table, and two wooden stools.

At this time, Yan Jin was sitting upright on the wooden bench at the table.

Maybe it was his unconscious humming that stretched his waist and shocked the person who had closed his eyes, Yan Jin opened his eyes and looked at him slowly.

Shen Zhixian was sober for a moment, immediately lowering her hands and feet, tearing the quilt, turning over and sitting up, arbitrarily pinching the hair on the side of her hair, and saying hello to Yan Jin: "What time is it?

Just after waking up, her throat was a little dry, and Shen Zhixuan's voice was a little dumb. He coughed twice, stayed barefoot, and poured a glass of cold water to drink.

The Xiu Xiu man, who was only wearing a thin lining, was sloppy and lazy, and when he drank his head, the delicate throat knot moved up and down. Drinking anxiously because of thirst, a little water dripped from the corner of his lips, rolled down the chin to the neck, and fell into the loosely pulled collar.

Leaves a meandering water mark on fair skin.

Yan Jin turned her head calmly, and no one knew what flashed in his mind was the sentence "Diulu Magnolia was picked up, tired and helpless, and sleepy."

It is really a magnolia, and it is coldly attached to the high branches. Even if you hide your identity, you are too expensive to be touched.

Yan Jin squeezed her voice and said softly, "Yin Shimo."

Shen Zhixian drank a glass of cold water, his eyes cleared, lazily paced back to the couch and sat down, and asked casually: "When did you come back?"

"midnight."

"Ah." Shen Zhixian rubbed his eyebrows. Is Yan Jin a cotton? He came back at midnight, but he didn't hear anything.

What else did he want to say? When he thought about it, he suddenly remembered that he had read half of the textbook last night, and touched the pillow under the pillow quietly-nothing.

Shen Zhixian gave a little stun in her heart, and slowly withdrew her hand. If nothing happened: "Since I've been sitting there all the time? It's weird, why don't you call me up and give you some rest."

This bed is certainly more spacious and comfortable than the bed in Qingyunzong, but it is not too crowded for two people to sleep together.

Shen Zhixian adapts to her new identity very well—Yan Jin's cousin, the brothers should be familiar for so many days, it is not difficult to accept the invitation to sleep.

However, these words fell into Yan Jin's ears and changed their meaning unconsciously.

"The snow is vast, the morning light is faint, the person in white is full of beauty, leaning casually on the bedside, raising his eyebrows lazily, and calling the apprentice with a smile, his white hand like a jade lifted a little quilt: 'chuxue The sky is the coldest, and it should be warmed by sleeping together. '"

This is, of course, the situation that Qingyun Bai Xiaosheng wanted to make up from his own daughter-in-law, and Shen Zhixian never said such a thing to him.

but……

Yan Jin silently raised her hand and turned over another clean cup. She drank a glass of cold water at a stretch and weighed her confusion, before she said, "Yes. No need."

——The words are not harmful.

——But still want to see.

Yan Jin's gaze unconsciously floated to Shen Zhixuan's storage bag again. When she drifted halfway, she forcibly closed it back. Looking down at the tea cup in her hand, her thoughts fluctuated.

Master, look at these words, isn't it ... he doesn't mind these extraordinary things too much?

Of course, Shen Zhixian didn't know Yan Jin's heart went back and forth a thousand times. He was meditating. What about his storybook? He rested here, such a thick and beautiful book!

Could it be that he was so confused before going to bed that he stowed it in his storage bag?

In front of Yan Jin, he was not good at digging up the storage pouch. It would be bad if Yan Jin accidentally pulled out something bad.

He tangled a bit, and finally felt that he might be sleepy and then tucked it back into the storage bag. After all, Yan Jin didn't look like someone who would lie and secretly take his things.

Turn back and wait for Yan Jin to be away.

So for the time being, he didn't mention it. After a short break, the two went out for breakfast, and Yan Jin, urged by Shen Zhixian, said blankly and invited Duan Ling together.

However, somehow, Duan Ling has been absent today, and seems to be thinking about something.

Shen Zhixian saw it, thinking of Yan Jin who went out last night, and started to think casually, what did Yan Jin go out last night?

Did the two communicate? Where did it go? Don't you suffocate this girl with this stuffy gourd ...

Shen Zhixian thought so much in this mess, Duan Ye suddenly put down his chopsticks, bit his lip, and whispered "Old Brother."

Shen Zhixian responded subconsciously, and the first thought turned in his mind was that the two would be frank.

He chewed the pastry in his mouth, and suddenly felt uninterested. It was indeed the protagonist. Yan Jin pleased the heroine so quickly?

"Do you remember the child who lost his soul yesterday?"

"Huh?" Shen Zhixian froze. "That crying bag?"

"I think ... the reason why he loses his soul is that he is scared by something." Duan Zheng seriously said, "I went out alone last night and took a lap and found something wrong--in this town, there should be something wrong. Things that belong to this world. "

Shen Zhixian looked at Yan Jin lightly-alone? Where is Yan Jin?

Yan Jin noticed his gaze and calmly came over. After a while, he pushed the plate with the last piece of pastry in front of him.

"I don't eat ..." Shen Zhixian looked away and said casually, "Ghost?"

Duan Qiang said lightly, "Aren't you afraid of the old brother?" She was also afraid that she would be afraid to see an ordinary person when she heard these ghosts, so she just hesitated and didn't say, "I think there is a ghost in this town ... "

They have all seen that ghost.

Duan Zhengzheng was pondering how to make it clear. Shen Zhixian had swallowed the cake, took a cup of tea and took a sip, and said slowly: "The chef yesterday?"

Duan Yun was really shocked this time, wondering: "Old brother, how do you know?"

Shen Zhixian's thoughts turned round and round, but she finally looked at Yan Jin with a smile and said, "A Jin said."

"My cousin is not good at talking, and I didn't have time to say yesterday that he is a disciple under the gate of Qing Yunzong, practicing Kendo."

Shen Zhixian felt that he was really the best teacher in the world. He bowed for the apprentice's happiness in the second half of his life. He tried to direct the topic to Yan Jin. "I am foolish and unable to cultivate immortals. Bo Ming, you should have a lot to say in your future exchanges. "

He quietly gave Yan Jin a look and motioned him to answer, but Yan Jin didn't know if he didn't understand what he meant or how he got it. Looking at the table, he didn't hold his breath.

Shen Zhixian sighed. He did intend to let the two communicate more. Nai He Yanjin was so glum ... He sighed in silence again.

That's it. Duan suddenly realized. Yesterday she saw that she was an ordinary person with no power, and thought that his cousin was too! It turned out to be a sword repair, or a sword training that is much higher than her-only those who are higher than her can she detect the realm of the other party.

but……

Duan Yan quietly glanced at the age, and then looked at Yan Jin quietly, but the latter happened to look over too, her cold eyes forced her to suffocate, and she immediately shifted her eyes.

——Older brother's cousin doesn't seem to like himself very much.

— Forget it, she still talks to the old brother!

...

The reason Duan Yan wants to stay for a few days is to find out this matter. Now that everyone is in the same circle-except for the old brother, this is much easier to handle.

The three of them returned to the small restaurant yesterday.

Before approaching, you can smell the fragrance of lotus seeds. The lotus seed cake and lotus seed cake are probably the master of Chang Chang's specialty. After tasting, it is really endless aftertaste.

Even Shen Zhixian, who is used to eating good things, feels good.

There was no one in the restaurant. The boy sat bored at the table, humming in a small tone, and shouting inward: "Brother Chang, there are no guests, you don't have to do it all the time ..."

There was a vague voice inside: "... No, it's time for Alian."

The teenager did not squeak, his face was unhappy, and the minor tone did not hum, and he slumped on the table in a daze.

Because only three of them were women, it was easy to make people less alert, so Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin waited outside, and she walked alone, pretending to buy lotus seed cake.

The teenager answered, stood up and went into the back kitchen, and soon came out holding a packet of grease-seed cake.

After Duan Jun took it, he asked casually, "Can I see your chef? I like eating this lotus seed cake very much and would like to say a few words to him."

The teenager went back to the table without raising his head: "Brother Chang is busy, but no one is seen."

Not even a guest, what are you doing?

Duan Ye begged again, still begging the answer. Helpless, she came out with the cake and shook her head helplessly.

Shen Zhixian thoughtfully looked in the direction of the chef, and said briskly after a while: "Anyway, then come back later."

He said meaningfully: "Some things can't always be too exposed to the sun."

So this night, it was late in the evening when there were few people.

The Xiaofanpu was about to snooze. The boy was wiping the table cleanly and packing things. When he looked up and saw Shen Zhixian, the boy shivered and stopped. "Three guests, sorry, we are going to snooze."

"We want to see your chef." After further investigation during the day, Duan Zheng had determined that the chef was nasty, and straightforwardly said, "It is inconvenient for the day, should I be able to come out at this time?"

A look of vigilance suddenly appeared on the teenager's face: "Who are you? My big brother is very busy and won't come to see you ..."

"No, he will." Shen Zhixuan opened her mouth with a grin. "Tell him, we are looking for Alian, he will come out."

The teenager's face changed greatly, and he had time to talk. The curtain moved, and the tall and strong man came out of the curtain, his eyes looked around, and his voice couldn't hide his excitement: "Here is Alian? Where is he?"

His figure became more and more blurred, almost to be integrated with the dim surroundings, but he was unaware, and after looking for two people in the room who could not see him, he looked forward to Shen Zhixian nervously and nervously.

The fundus was turbid gray-black.

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