It’s Not Easy Being a Master - Chapter 70

Shen Zhixian gave a cough, but he didn’t panic too much. He calmly came down from Yan Jin and greeted the four elders as usual: “Good evening, Master.”

The four elders looked at him, and then looked at Yan Jin.

Shen Zhixian said: “Uncle doesn’t recognize us?”

The four elders looked muran: “You … he … what are you doing …”

He almost forgot what he came here tonight, and all he had in his head was the picture of Shen Zhixuan and Yan Jin embracing each other intimately—the little nephew and the little nephew brother went out. !!

Shen Zhixian tilted his head and thought for a moment, euphemistically said, “Probably, normal behavior between the fellows?”

Four elders: “…”

Four elders: “?????”

The four elders were so stunned that they couldn’t return.

Shen Zhixian thoughtfully gave him time to take it, took the tea set and other things, and brewed tea on the table next to Xiaoyu.

Shen Zhixian did not have a single product here. The first-grade spirit tea was unfolded in the hot water. The faint scent of tea finally awakened the four elders. He breathed a sigh of relief and wiped his face.

Shen Zhixian teased the action.

Yan Jin’s hand on her lap shook her fist slightly.

The four elders said, “Although we Qingyunzong will not interfere with the disciples’ private affairs, it is not good for you to be so nameless. If you think about it, you should choose a day …”

After the four elders returned to God, they said more and more vigorously: “There has been no excitement in Zongmen for a long time. Take this opportunity to make the excitement …”

Shen Zhixian glanced at Yan Jin, unable to cry or laugh. Seeing that the four elders were talking brightly, he could only interrupt with a voice: “Uncle, we will be well prepared for this. Come here late at night, is there anything important? “

The four elders kept silent, and finally remembered the business. He hesitated. In the dim night, Zai carefully looked at Shen Zhixian, and asked carefully: “Are you back? See you at a young age?”

——The four elders really knew that they had been taken away.

Shen Zhixuan was relieved and nodded without hesitation: “Uncle, it’s me.”

He stood up, slightly converged, bowed respectfully to the four elders, and thanked him, “Master and Uncle had worked so hard in the past, and the younger dare not forget it again.”

This look and posture can never be made by the monster that robbed the house. Even when Shen Zhixian’s temperament changed a few years ago, it was not the same.

The four elders stopped talking. I don’t know what he thought of. In the night, his eyes gradually glowed with water. He raised his hand and held up the tea cup. He didn’t care if the tea was hot, and drank it. He uttered a sentence: “If Brother Wen knows, how happy he should be …”

At the time when Shen Zhixian was in an accident, he was dragged by Brother Wen to save people, and saw Brother Wen frowning and sighing.

Shen Zhixian was a rare genius. He was taken away. He himself regretted it for a long time and worked hard to treat it. Only then Brother Wen went, and the half-devil who robbed the house was no longer suppressed, and behaved more and more perversely. He had no choice but to secretly conceive and keep that little hope.

Finally, his real little teacher’s nephew returned …

Unfortunately, Brother Wen can’t see this scene again.

He reached out and raised Shen Zhixian, comfortingly, “Just come back, just come back …”

All three sat down. Shen Zhixian’s real experience sounds too incredible. If he hadn’t experienced it for himself, he would be hard to believe.

He didn’t want the four elders to worry too much, so he picked up the easy things and explained it a little bit, only that this trip down the mountain, found the scales to cure the heart disease, and completely gave away the half-devil Drive away.

The four elders asked a few words and confirmed that he was really back. It was okay. First, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then frowned again.

Shen Zhixian nodded: “Roughly.”

The four elders frowned even deeper: “In the early days, there was a rumor about Yan Jin … saying that Yan Jin killed many people outside. Several small martial arts sent people to make trouble several times.”

“Yan Shen is playing tricks.” Shen Zhixian took a deep look, took a deep breath, and said cautiously, “Uncle, I have one thing, it is about Master, I want to tell you …”

…

Deep in the desert.

The moon is hazy, and the yellow sand is charming. The cowardly teenager dragged heavy steps and struggled to keep up with the straight man in front-it was really heavy, with a deep impression on one foot.

He gasped. The sand was too big, and his lips were a little bit dry and tingling. Seeing the man go further and further, the teenager had to cry out: “Wait … wait for me …”

The man didn’t look back or stop, just a little slower, cold and cold: “When you get out of the desert, you leave.”

Where the man can’t see, the boy’s voice is still weak, but his face is so calm that he can’t see a trace of worry and fear: “You saved me, I should always repay you …”

“No need.”

The words cold and stiff, do not allow beaks.

The boy gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to go up and beat him—what’s wrong with this man? If he doesn’t go well, what kind of desert will he have to come to?

Even if he came to the desert, he saved such a “weak and pitying” little beauty, but he was so indifferent!

The bald monk was right, I was a big ice cube without feelings, and he deserved to be single all his life.

The young man’s belly was slandered, and he was thinking about how to pretend to be sloppy and fall into a puppet body. Not far away, the yellow sand suddenly rolled up like a wave, and a red cloud-like sand demon rolled quickly.

As a “hand-free chicken” and “weak and pathetic” man, the young man hid behind his back when he decided to approach him.

However, before he succeeded in achieving this goal, he raised his hand, and the crimson lashes hit the red cloud, smashing it.

The speed is as fast as blinking. The teenager is two or three steps away from the cricket, and the sand demon disappears.

After the dust settled, the two found that the red cloud was just a scarlet shirt, and I do n’t know which poor man died. He died here, leaving only one shirt, which was mistakenly hit by the sneaking sand demon. Wrapped and wrapped.

The clothes were torn apart by the whip, scattered on the ground, and the wind was blowing sand. They were soon covered with a layer of sand, and the colors were much darker.

I do not know where to poke him, he suddenly raised his hand, and another whip.

Sparks splattered from the whip to a few pieces of broken clothes, but for a moment, a few pieces of clothes burned out, and a gust of wind rolled over, the ashes were blown away, and all merged into the sand, no longer existing.

The young man’s eyes were deep, and the appearance was inadvertent: “Do you hate red?”

Ignore it.

The teenager didn’t give up, reaching out to touch the fiery red whip: “This whip is very beautiful …”

His hand was not fully extended yet, and he swiped the whip back to his wrist, and turned his head to look at him. The ice blades could fly out of his eyes, and he froze the young man’s hand in place.

The boy looked at him with a look, and then withdrew his hand.

But a whip, is there such a treasure … he has it too!

A long, long time ago, he would make a whip! Pumping monsters and monsters all over the place will never be soft!

The wind whispered a few whispers, soft, and they both looked around, a small group of hedgehogs huddled together, shrunk behind a stone, only half-length exposed, shivering.

A young little monster cub.

This desert is very weird, there are all monsters, and it is not surprising that a hedgehog appears. Seeing the lonely appearance of the little guy, most of his father and mother were swallowed up by other monsters, leaving him alone.

A sigh flashed under the eyes of the teenager.

I didn’t like any of the monsters and ghosts. When I saw the little hedgehog, I immediately raised my hand.

The young man didn’t care much, and his eye-struck hand flew over and hugged his arm: “Don’t hurt it!”

Suddenly, the uncle was hugged by him. When he looked cold, he didn’t care about the little hedgehog, and he shook his hand subconsciously to shake the boy away.

He didn’t deliberately converge, and the teenager was thrown back by him and took a few steps, and fell to the ground, but fell just in front of the little hedgehog.

My hands were on the gravel and it hurt. If the young man raised his hand casually, patted the grit on the palm and wiped away a little blood.

He ignored it and turned to look at the little hedgehog.

The little guy was terrified, struggling to unite himself, and stabbed all over. But it was too small, and the thorn was not very hard, and it didn’t hurt to touch it lightly.

If this encounters another demon, it is almost impossible to protect himself.

The boy looked at it for a moment and sighed silently. With the cover of his body, his fingertips flickered, and a little forgetfulness bloomed on his fingertips, and fell to the little hedgehog.

Probably the smell of this flower is very soft. The trembling of the little hedgehog paused for a moment. After a moment, it carefully stretched its body, the little head came out, and the little bean-like eyes looked at the boy with a precautionary look, then quickly The ground gathered the flower to the belly, and it was rolled again, and the flower was rolled into a ball together, and it rolled back behind the stone.

The boy laughed, stood up, turned around, but saw the cold look at him: “Forget to return flowers-Si Fei?”

Ok? ? ?

Is this person a dog nose?

Such a small flower, the breath is so weak that it can be found by him!

Si Fei regressed, avoiding the whip full of wrath and a weak voice, smiling and groaning, “You should be a little emotional when you go all the way, don’t be so fierce!”

I didn’t say a word, and waved the long whip to a lingering shadow. Si Fei had no weapons and didn’t fight back, but evaded sensitively, and said loudly, “I am a good citizen, and always follow me. hit?”

Xu Bing coldly said, “Your demon is the most vicious and careless. If it wasn’t you–” His words stopped abruptly, but his shot was even more fierce.

Si Fei was keenly aware of what he was thinking about, and a dark mass of dark air arched out of the sand silently at the corner of his eyes.

But Zheng was chasing him with his heart, and seemed to be unaware.

The corner of Si Fei’s eyes jumped up, almost without hesitation, facing up to the whip whip. With a wave of his hand, countless months of white flowers formed a barrier, separating the black gas.

The whip fell on the back of his hand, leaving a **** wound, and it hurt hotly, and the black momentum was extremely fierce. He burst into a burst of flowers and continued to pounce on them.

Si Fei bears the brunt, and there is a puppet behind him.

He made a swift and swift slam, evaded back, and “just happened” smashed into his arms. In a critical moment, he didn’t have time to control him.

In this blink of an eye, I felt that I was touched with a hand in my arms.

He looked stunned, and then the next moment he saw Si Fei’s lips with a sly smile, holding the book in his hand, quickly slipped aside.

“You’re looking for death–” I was all air-conditioned, and I spit out the ice golems, whip dancing into phantoms, and threw them with my murderous spirit.

The wound on the back of Si Fei’s hand was still bleeding. The magic smell smelled **** and became more arrogant. Zhang Ya rushed forward, and Si Fei slyly led it to attack the puppet.

After many encounters with 谌 洌, Si Fei is very clear about 谌 洌 ‘s strength, but this magic seems to be different from ordinary monsters, it seems to be much more powerful, 迫 was forced to deal with it for a while, and ca n’t do anything about it .

But the magic spirit can’t help him.

Seeing this situation, Si Fei took advantage of the opportunity to turn his feet away.

He still held the stack of destiny papers of the bald monk in his hand, glanced at him, didn’t want to let him go, and resisted the magic while distracting him to stop him.

Si Fei avoided the whip and laughed, “Give you this, don’t worry …” As soon as he raised his hand, the booklet was thrown at the urn.

The empty hand grabbed the book subconsciously. At this moment, Si Fei had disappeared, and the magic had no target, and it became more and more difficult.

I shoved the book into my arms, and without Si Fei igniting the wind next to him, he showed no mercy this time, and quickly drew the black gas everywhere, leaving a thin, especially pure black, Probably it didn’t feel good, and while I wasn’t paying attention, I got into the sand and disappeared.

This battle fought the dust.

Stuck in the sand, he wrapped his whip around his wrist expressionlessly, and found the book from his arms.

The old book turned into a ray of light in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, there was only one forgetfulness flower, which was quietly pinched at his fingertips.

He stared at the flower for a long while, sneered, raised his hand and wanted to throw the flower to the ground relentlessly, but his fingers had not been released, and he stopped again. After a moment, his wrists rolled over. , Put this flower away, and squeezed out a thin piece of paper from her arms.

——It is a destiny paper without words.

…

Si Fei didn’t look back. He hit the person and initiated a cold crazy dog. He had seen it and he didn’t want to be arrested.

He hurriedly returned to the place agreed with the bald monk. He turned around and examined it carefully, and confirmed that he didn’t catch up. Then he was relieved and threw the book back to the bald monk.

The bald monk took it, and his eyes narrowed with a smile: “Ah, ah, ah, my baby …”

Si Fei had no time to deal with the wound on the back of the hand. I didn’t show mercy, and the wound looked very embarrassing. He blew away the cold air to clean it up, and at the same time he was out of breath: “Closed, I won’t be able to get it next time.”

When the bald monk saw him injured, he came over in anxiety and wanted to help, and was pushed away by Si Fei. He paused and opened the book.

The book was in his hands, and pages were turned over, and the original pages of paper gradually emerged.

The bald monk turned over and said, “Shen Zhixian’s soul in the previous life was too weak, and he had to open up a small world with his destiny paper to keep him soul … Now everything is back on track, this small world should be sealed.

He turned to that page, closed his eyes slightly, closed his eyes, and sealed the small world where Shen Zhixian had briefly stayed.

This is not an easy task, and the bald monk’s head is full of sweat after sweating. He breathed a sigh of relief, carefully watching the page of the destiny paper that had finished writing gradually returning to blankness, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead and fiddled with the book.

“Yan Jin is now controlling the wasteland, and Shen Zhixian is still alive. Anyway, this life can be regarded as saved. I hope that no more baskets will be made. Otherwise, the monk ’s sin will be great. … “

He flipped around the book at will, and suddenly found something, the movement stopped, and after a moment he raised the book in front of him, carefully looking at the less obvious tear in the gap.

“A Fei, why is your page missing?”

The author has something to say: The text should probably be maybe 3-5 million characters, let me slowly grind it out

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