It’s Not Easy Being a Master - Chapter 34

For a moment, the world was silent, the hustle and bustle around it receded, and the flow of people was blurred like an illusion. It seemed that only Yan Jin was real.

Only his master can really cut into my ears.

Shen Zhixian thought wryly, what about his waistcoat, he put it on his body, and what about a big waistcoat?

Countless thoughts went crazy in his mind, and only one sentence remained in the end.

It would be better to give Yan Jin an amnesia on the spot.

After seeing it for a long time, Shen Zhixian will not be able to return to the role of Master Yan Jin at one-and-a-half years. He calmly opened Yan Jin’s hand holding his wrist, and slid the folding fan into Yan Jin’s hand, taking a deep breath Sincerely, “In fact I …”

-Sudden change.

No one paid attention, or no one cared. The mystery was stagnant, but the white mist that spread out was scattered everywhere, and one of them was entangled in Shen Zhixuan’s ankle silently, and Along his hem, he quickly climbed up.

Before Shen Zhixian’s “I” word fell, he felt a coldness all over his body, and the white mist suddenly spread into a large area, and swallowed him all in!

This happened in an instant, and Yan Jin’s look changed, and she immediately reached out to catch someone, but she found it empty and could not feel anything. The mist seemed to be conscious, hiding from Yan Jin’s hand, quickly Drift away.

Yan Jin pulled his sword with his backhand. He was afraid that Shen Zhixian was still in the fog, and he didn’t dare to split the fog group directly. He could only split one sword in front of the fog group, temporarily blocking its whereabouts.

A very deep sword mark was split on the ground, and the cold sword-likeness was exuded, scaring the fog group in place and persuading the group, and after a moment, it fluttered, and scattered suddenly, turning into countless The mist drifted away quickly.

Shen Zhixian, like those who had been sent into the mystery before, completely disappeared in front of everyone.

Their master and apprentice originally stood far away from the secret place. This movement immediately attracted the attention of the public.

Some people are afraid that the mist is not sure what it is, they can’t avoid it. Some people want to enter the secret place, and see the mist drift towards themselves, not afraid to go back, and want the mist to swallow themselves, but the mist is picky Too bad, to avoid the immortals approaching, the loach seemed to melt into the secret place.

Yan Jin frowned and strode to the place where everyone tried to enter the secret place before. There was also a mist there, quietly waiting there, waiting for the next fairy repair, but after feeling the breath of Yan Jin, it seemed Suddenly frightened, it immediately surged in panic, like the fog that had engulfed Shen Zhixian before, and he would float back to the secret place in a hurry.

Jian Guang Lingling, Yan Jin looked cold and cold, lifted his sword relentlessly, several sword lights trapped the mist in place, and even cut a small mist like radish.

“How about people.” Yan Jin raised her sword to the ground, her voice so cold that she could freeze people out of the ice dumplings.

The mist group was stupid and motionless.

Yan Jin was worried about Shen Zhixian’s safety, but she didn’t want to say one more sentence. She lowered her eyes and raised the sword again.

His sword mage from Shen Zhixian, Shen Zhixian’s sword moves have always been wanton and bright, but Yan Jin’s current move, however, caused a violent wind. The cold and violent sword intention made everyone in the room cold for no reason. The tremor seemed to sink into the boundless darkness for an instant.

Not far away in the mountain forest, on a large and sturdy tree, the lush leaves suddenly rang, and a moment later, a bare head appeared in the green leaves.

“Ah, what’s happening …”

He squinted a pair of small eyes, and looked hard in the direction of the mystery. In the early years, he had created more sins. His eyes were not easy to use, and he was far apart. Familiar feeling.

What is it?

The bald monk swallowed the food in his mouth, held out his hand with a big **** and stretched out from among the green leaves. He took a bite by the mouth and bit a half of the green leaves, no matter how it was.

He probably lived a long time and his brain was rusty. He thought about it for a long time and didn’t remember anything, but he felt something wrong in his mouth.

He spit out the scum of the residual leaves, he looked down at the big bun in his hand, and exclaimed: “My barbecue! My barbecue!”

He looked around tensely, retracted his head back to the green leaves and searched, but finally found his half a piece of roasted meat on a protruding tree branch beside him.

The roast was as thin as the leaves, and it was half the size. The bald monk pinched it down with **** and cherished it, held it in the big bun, took a big bite, chewed it a few times, intoxicated his face, and forgot the strange movement, and retracted into the green leaves again.

He stopped paying attention to the strange movement, but the situation at the other end of the mystery was not so good.

In the wind, there seemed to be some weird sounds. It was cold and rude. If it were to be described, it was probably a cry of ghosts and a horrifying sound.

The thick fog had slipped long before Yan Jin hadn’t noticed, and the secret realm seemed to feel a great threat, shaking violently. Before his sword strokes completely split, the closed door of the mansion suddenly opened!

Suddenly, countless auras swarmed out, rushed towards the face, and many people couldn’t bear the collision. They took a few steps back and forth, their faces pale and blood spilled from the corners of their mouths.

Yan Jin did not accept the sword because the gate of the secret realm mansion opened, but the fierce sword light was wrapped in a strong, almost substantive aura, and soon disappeared invisible.

The gate of the mansion was still open, and the foggy inside could not see clearly. Someone who had reacted struggled to get up, and even crawled to the ground, but the cold mist blocked him, making it difficult for him to move. before.

Yan Jin had no intention of paying attention to others. He tightened the handle of the sword, and looked cold, and strode into the secret place.

After Yan Jin’s slender figure completely disappeared into the mist, the gate of the mansion slowly closed again, shutting off countless envious eyes and many whispers.

In the mysterious realm, it was still white and covered with fog.

As soon as Yan Jin mentioned the sword, those dense fogs were irritated immediately, and quickly dissipated to both sides. After a while, a path was revealed.

I don’t know where to go on this road, Yan Jin looked down, strode forward without hesitation, while urging the contract in the body, while exposing himself, paying close attention to the surrounding environment.

But no matter how he urged this time, the contract seemed to be non-existent. There was no movement at all, and the released consciousness could never watch the situation behind the dense fog.

There was silence all around, and I didn’t know how far he had gone. He suddenly heard a little voice, fluttering, and didn’t know where it came from. He could only faintly hear that two people were speaking.

A slightly old voice said: “He should belong to the vast sea and be free. You can’t hold on to it so deep that you can’t hold him back. Why is Bai Tian sad?”

In response to him was a young man’s hard and determined voice: “Even if I folded his fish tail and locked his hands, I would trap him next to me.”

“Funny!”

The young man was unmoved, his voice lowered, and murmured indignantly: “I would like to build three thousand illusions for him, the boundless ocean, the sound of the waves, the sun and the moon, the thin clouds and the stars … and the same There will be no shortage. Just one point, I will never let him go. “

“Perplexed!” The old voice was angry and helpless, angrily reprimanded, “Illusion is an illusion after all, how can we take it seriously! You are in a state of mind!”

The last four words obviously touched the most outrageous emotions in the young man’s heart. He slammed hard, his words revealing yin and despair: “What about getting into the magic, all the people who hurt me have died, only I love, You can’t ask for it … “

“… You can’t ask for it, you can’t ask for it.” The young man repeated this sentence, with a mute voice. “When you get into the magic, you get into the magic. I should have gotten into the magic!”

The white mist rolled around suddenly and violently, and a cold and strong energy stirred them up to rest, Yan Jin keenly captured the source of the turbulence, his gaze fixed, and the next moment he raised his hand and waved the sword!

Bai Wu’s majesty overflowed, and he could not avoid it. He was smashed by his sword, but the source of those voices appeared in front of Yan Jin’s eyes.

——It’s the size of a half-punch, and it’s clear that it is like a red pearl.

Ling Dan’s ghostly shadows are dazzling, Yan Jin stares at her, as if she has seen countless scenes of human figures, intertwined and intertwined, not clear, only a roar of enchantment lingers in his ear.

His eyes were reddish by Lingdan, and the voice hidden in his heart, which had not appeared for a long time, suddenly became active again, shouting in harmony with the roar of the young man.

The strands of black gas drifted silently from the miracle, such as the epidemic gangrene, entangled in Yan Jin and refused to leave, looking at those seemingly good scars, and cruel Poked hard.

Countless insults, abuses, and tortures, countless bumps and departures, and insecurity, all kinds of memories have been rolled out. There are people of the previous life, there are people of this life, some are familiar, some are strange.

Yan Jin felt bad, and Tijian wanted to smash this weird miracle, but the vaguely dark mist was wrapped around him and wrapped around his wrist, and the thick, almost physical pressure forced him, heavy Yes, he couldn’t raise his hand.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword became tighter and stronger, so that the blue tendons appeared, Yan Jin gritted his teeth and fought against those voices.

The fakes are all fake … Between the various scenes, Yan Jin struggled to maintain the last trace of clarity, telling herself over and over again that the old things of the previous life have passed, and what is right now is true.

Master said, cherish the innocence at the moment …

Innocent … Master … See you …

There was scarlet in front of me, and the sword tip of the last life stained with blood and broken spirits lingered in my mind repeatedly, lingering, and in the muddy mood, Yan Jin felt lifted up, bumped for a while, and then was thrown away where.

“Just throw this, it’s a waste.”

“Okay, let’s go and go back to life …”

Two strange voices gradually drifted away, and Yan Jin’s heart trembled—when is this memory?

This is, after the spiritual root was broken in the last life? !!

He seemed to realize something, and traced it back in a chaos, but it was just a little bit, and he couldn’t catch anything, but because of a moment of loss, he was almost overturned by those weird voices.

No!

I do n’t know where the Master is, and his safety is uncertain. He has to go to the Master.

Yan Jin lifted the sword with difficulty, holding the blade in one hand, and swiping lightly, the blood suddenly flowed out, and the pain made him barely resist the erosion of that strange sound.

Shen Zhixuan’s voice broke out from the numerous noisy sounds in his mind, soft and gentle: “… Giving you a sword for the teacher is not for you to persuade. Whoever bullies you, pulls the sword.”

Drawing a sword is!

Yan Jin gritted her teeth, and before the last trace of Qingming was about to be subverted, he suddenly raised his sword—

This time it is Shen Zhixian’s swordsmanship. The breeze is bright, the moon is bright, the sword is wanton, the breeze is rolled up, and all the gloomy and cold haze is blown away.

All the sounds came to an abrupt end, and the last ray of sword fell on the scarlet translucent spirit. It suddenly shocked in silence, and then shattered into powder.

Yan Jin gasped, holding her sword on one knee and half-kneeling, squinting her eyes, calming the inner turmoil.

Just now everything happened too suddenly, all kinds of cluttered messages were too shocking. He hadn’t heard it for a while, and didn’t hear it. In the depths of his spiritual understanding, there was a slight to inaudible creak. There was a crack in the invisible barrier.

The strands of black gas came out of the fine slits, and quietly, they merged into the vast sea of ​​aura, and blended with those pure spiritual powers.

If Yan Jin was looking inside with a sense of God at this time, she could see that what was exposed behind the slit was a little bit red.

It’s almost the same color as the miracle seen by just now—or more clear and red.

…

But saying that Shen Zhixian side, he was swallowed into the mysterious area by the white mist unexpectedly, worried about the danger, and immediately found out the storage bag brought out from the Qing Yunzong.

Because of the spiritual power, he deliberately brought out many simple and easy-to-use instruments. As long as it is not in danger of destroying the world, it is not a problem to escape.

Fortunately, the white mist didn’t seem to be malicious to him. After landing on him, he drifted around, fused with the large white mist, and ignored him.

There was no sound at all, and the white mist was too thick. He had no spiritual power and could not use divine knowledge to detect the surroundings. He could only hold the life-saving magic weapon and proceeded cautiously and precautionarily.

The road under my feet was infinite, as if there was no end, Shen Zhixian walked for a long time, let alone a person, and I couldn’t even see a living creature, but there was some sound that drifted into my ear.

It was the sound of the sea breeze rolling and the waves tumbling, one after another, coming from a distance, circulating back and forth, never stopping.

Shen Zhixian listened intently, and in the sound of the waves, he faintly heard …

Long and clear singing.

The singing was too far apart and was intermittently blown by the sea breeze. Only the words passed to Shen Zhixian’s ears, and Shen Zhixian … didn’t understand.

This is a mysterious, ancient language, with a leisurely charm, and Shen Zhixian suddenly remembered the sloppy people, and moved a few steps forward in his heart.

A large cloud of fog in front of me suddenly seemed to meet something terrible, and suddenly spread out in a hurry, exposing an open road, and a slender figure with a sword standing in front of it, the back was very familiar.

Shen Zhixian’s eyes brightened, and it was a joy to meet an acquaintance in an unknown environment, although the acquaintance had just overturned his vest.

He yelled “Jin” and prepared to pass, Yan Jin in front heard his shout and turned slowly.

Shen Zhixian’s footsteps suddenly stopped.

The cold-looking youth was still familiar to him, but he saw …

A pair of cool red eyes.

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Want to do something, hold the claws.

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