MTL - It’s Not Easy Being a Master-Chapter 1 Wake up

The lingering moon is like a hook, and the Jackdaw sounds.

In the forbidden room where Qing Yunzong disappeared at the end of his life, the **** taste was disgusting.

Eighteen long bone-piercing nails penetrated the man's limbs, chest, abdomen, and nailed his lean body to the stone wall. The blood dripped from his body for several days, and it had condensed from bright red to dark brown.

The pain had usurped his consciousness, and he bowed his head in a hazy manner. In the past, the dazzling face had no blood at this time, but only a drop of Yin Hong tears under the left eye still showed a bit of vain beauty.

Like a flower that blooms to the extreme and is about to be ruined to death.

The sound of the door squeaking was clear in the silence.

"Master," Yan Jin walked slowly in front of him, and said coldly, "can you still bear the taste of thousands of swords?"

The people on the wall turned a deaf ear to his words. He couldn't even hear the sound of breathing, and only the slight undulations in his chest showed that his life had not come to an end.

— But it's coming soon.

Yan Jin's eyebrows were heavy, and his long fingers pinched the man's delicate chin in front of him. With a little force, he pushed the man up.

A streamlined white brocade band adorned with a warm little white jade, tied to Yan Jin's wrist, shaking gently as he moved. He said indifferently: "This pain is a reward for my spiritual roots."

I don't know which word shocked the dying man in front of him. His long eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes with difficulty. A cracked pant spit out from his cracked lips. "Yan ... Yan ..."

There was a strong smell of rust in his mouth. He coughed, scarlet blood spilled from his lips, and his throat moistened with blood finally shouted a name: "Yan Jin ..."

I could only see a vague shadow in front of me. The man closed his eyes again, and yanked his lips, suddenly a weird smile appeared: "You are going to kill me? You will regret ..."

He breathed and murmured, "You killed him ... you're going to kill him ..."

This remark is made upside down. Yan Jin's expression grew colder, and she moved her hand to the fragile neck, clenching it without hesitation.

"what!"

The person awake from the coma suddenly opened his eyes again, his eyes flashed blank and strange, and then he was probably aware of the situation at hand, and immediately collapsed and struggled, pale lips trembled, as if to want to say what--

But the blood-soaked spikes held him in prison, and Yan Jin didn't want to listen to him anymore.

The sound of the bones breaking and cracking echoed the mishaps that were too late for him to dissipate.

The dust settled.

...

pain!

It seemed as if someone was slicing across the skin and twitching with pain, the pain spread from deep in the bones, and the soul was trembling with pain, but the consciousness was sober, sober to despair.

Shen Zhixian struggled in the nightmare, her slender fingers drew on the quilt, and trembled spasmodically, and opened her eyes fiercely, exhaling exhaustedly.

... was finally awake.

Did n’t you just read the novel before bedtime! Isn't that the master of cannon fodder slaughtered by the apprentice in the novel has the same name as him! As for such a nightmare that was nailed to the wall and stabbed to death!

Shen Zhixuan leaned on the bed with her elbows to turn around and wanted to sit up, but suddenly held her.

and many more.

wrong.

There was still pain in his body, and another neglected memory whistled and set him in place-he did read the novel, yes, but he finished it all night, and never slept, where did he come from? Nightmare!

It is a fairy-tale novel that was written in a very early period, but ended in a bad ending.

The protagonist Yan Jin is a talented cultivating genius. However, in this kind of text, the genius protagonist is often miserable enough to deceive readers into tears.

Yan Jin is no exception, but after experiencing tortured by fellow students, jealous of the master, hatred of spirits, etc., he was completely blackened into the devil, and his backhand destroyed all those who had hurt him. Wan Xihou also strangled to his death.

Immediately after the author's absurd few words-Yan Jin knew the truth of something shortly after his Master died, and the person who had been blackened to a distorted mind was completely mad and died of death one night--full text End-not even writing the truth.

When Shen Zhixian saw the final result overnight, he saw such an inexplicable ending, and he was asphyxiated as if eating a poop.

After forgetting about it and sending a box of blades to the author for half an hour, Shen Zhixian decided to go downstairs to buy a breakfast and calm down, only to find that the elevator was broken when he went out, so he could only go down the stairs. ——

But he forgot that he had hypoglycemia, had not slept all night and had an empty belly, his eyes fainted, and he stepped on the air without standing firmly, and rolled down with his head on the wall.

It was long past work time, and no one was passing by in the quiet corridor.

Shen Zhixian's nagging was very serious, and the sticky blood flowed down, wet his shirt, and the **** smell was tangy. He was drowsy, and didn't know if he was calling for help. He just opened his eyes hard, and his body was sore and painful. It's like being cramped and chopped.

His eyes flickered for a moment, in a **** confusion, as if someone was standing in front of him, choking his throat tightly--

Shen Zhixian fell down in a hurry, unable to say a word, maybe the last trace of lucidity before dying, but he vaguely saw the person in front of him ...

There are a pair of cold red pupils.

The memories are over.

-Lying down.

Shen Zhixian swallowed, choked his throat, and red pupil, why did he only think of the scene where Yan Jin killed his master in the original book? !!

Because he has the same name as this cannon fodder, he pays special attention to "Shen Zhixian" in the book, and pays close attention to the part where he died.

Long nails locked body, thousands of knives, throat bone broken.

Shen Zhixian's lips fell to the ground, and he walked to the bronze mirror not far away. After a glance, if he was struck by lightning, he suddenly felt dead.

The young man in the mirror looks familiar and unfamiliar.

Familiar because this face is similar to the face he has seen for more than twenty years, strange because ... What is this tear mole? Why is a tear mole growing right now?

Accompanied by his pale and showy face, a dazzling weary beauty was revealed for no reason.

Shen Zhixian looked at his neck stiffly for a long while, until some intermittent and vague memories quietly squeezed into his mind, finally he closed his eyes suddenly, accepted the fact that "he wears a book" and also became a cannon fodder. .

He was depressed for a moment, sighed, and prepared to lie down on the couch and think about life.

The original book once said that "Shen Zhixian" had good roots and was a good material for cultivating immortals. He was also the next head of power set by Qing Yunzong, but after a certain training injury came back, he had a heart to commit from time to time. disease.

Later, he could no longer grow up with Xiuxian, and could not even use spiritual power for a long time. The supremacy ultimately could only fall on one of his brothers, and he retired and took the name of an elder, but what Never mind.

Shen Zhixian leaned against the couch and thought about it, and thought about it, but never remembered what had happened, which would cause such a serious heart attack ... It was just after passing through that the memories had not been properly integrated.

Shen Zhixian was pondering, without being surprised by the two knocks on the door, his heart was beating, and before he could ask who it was, the door was pushed open.

-His status in Qing Yunzong has not been so low that without his consent, others can enter and leave his room at will? !!

Shen Zhixian was still groaning in her heart. As soon as she raised her eyes, she saw the person coming out, and immediately turned off the fire. Well, this person has such power.

The gentle man was wearing a simple light blue robe with a jade pendant representing the identity of the suzerain around his waist, and entered the door calmly.

He probably didn't expect Shen Zhixian to be awake. The two eyes stared at each other for a moment. Shen Zhixian saw a flash of mistakes flashing quickly in his eyes, and then a relieved smile appeared: "Master is awake?"

Isn't that nonsense. Without awake he was sleepwalking with his eyes open.

Shen Zhixian answered lightly, but did not get up-he has not fully integrated the memory of the original body, and some memories are still vague, such as why this time he would suddenly break his heart until he passed out.

However, some things are very instinctive, such as his attitude towards Song Yun, the person in front of Qing Yunzong who is in power.

It is neither cold nor hot, nor salty.

In fact, it is understandable, after all, the Qingyun Sovereign should be the original. In the eyes of the original body, Song Yan was probably a good luck picking up leaks.

Song Kun seems to be very accustomed to his attitude, only smiling mildly, like a good brother who pampers his younger brother with a temper: "I will take care of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, and my younger brother will relax and not have to blame him for this."

He reassured him a few more words, Shen Zhixian didn't know the previous situation, he couldn't understand. Therefore, he was afraid that the more he talked about, the more flaws he exposed.

Song Kun stopped and looked at him warmly after a while: "Since he's sleepy, that brother is leaving first. Your little apprentice is still waiting outside, I'll let him come in and wait for you to rest."

-Little apprentice.

Shen Zhixian thought of Yan Jin at the first reaction. The red pupils flickered in his mind. He felt that his body was beginning to ache again, and he almost refused to speak.

However, as soon as he looked up and saw Song Yan's dark and deep eyes, Shen Zhixuan somehow jumped into his heart, feeling a little uncomfortable, so he swallowed to his mouth again, only a slight "um".

The light blue figure slowly walked away. After a while, someone probed into the half-open door and shouted, "Master."