MTL - It’s Not Easy Being a Master-Chapter 7 Dark front

The atmosphere was once embarrassed.

For a moment, Yan Jin couldn't suppress the expression of shock and annoyance, which made Shen Zhixian suspect that she was a beast in dress and was intimidating to induce a little girl to do something indescribable.

The marmots formed a symphony orchestra in their heads.

Shen Zhixuan maintained a stiff smile, and determined that he was only a sincere and compassionate teacher--but Yan Hedgehog rejected his kindness.

He sighed.

Yan Jin's coat was only stripped halfway and dragged up again—in fact, the coat was tattered and couldn't stop it. On the faintly exposed skin, new and old wounds were layered on top of each other, all dark Shen's blood was scary.

Shen Zhixian didn't force it any more, stood up, took a few steps, and gave the youngster a safe distance before he said, "A moment, please ask the elders of the four elders to come and see for you."

The four elders are in charge of part-time refining while taking care of their internal affairs. Most of his disciples also have medical skills. Most of the injured in Zongmen are looking for their help.

Yan Jin did not nod but did not refuse, watching the people leave, she slowly lowered her head, a bottle of bottles of Shen Zhixian's ointment Ling Dan.

Then, with your palms facing inward, you push them outwards in a resistive gesture, pushing them all to the ground.

Those jade bottles were of excellent texture, so they didn't break when they landed, they only made crisp sounds, and their bones were everywhere.

Who knows what Shen Zhixian is playing, and how dare to use what he sent.

The pale boy indifferently unpacked the small bag in his hand. There were a few rough and worn porcelain bottles inside, and some of them broke open.

Opening the bottle cap, a pungent but unpleasant smell came out.

Yan Jin took off her clothes, tilted the porcelain bottle expressionlessly, poured out some black sticky ointment, and tried to apply medicine to herself in an awkward posture.

...

When Yan Shen arrived, he just saw the two elders of the four elders and were "invited" to leave.

Seeing Yan Shen, the two little disciples flashed their eyes and quickly grabbed him: "Oh, Brother Yan, you're here just right. Elder Shen asked us to help Brother Yan look at the wound, but Brother Yan didn't let us in, he seemed He was badly hurt ... "

Yan Shen said with a smile: "I was worried that my brother would come here ... Rest assured, I will take care of my brother."

"Good!" The young disciple shoved a small parcel of medicine and gauze into Yanshen's hand. "This is what Elder Shen asked to bring it over."

Yan Shen thanked her, said goodbye to the two young disciples, and carried the small parcel, symbolically knocking the door twice, and did not wait for the insiders to respond, and pushed in.

The jade bottles in the ground were still in a mess and Yan Jinduan sat on the couch and had just tied her clothes. He seemed to have become accustomed to serious uninvited, only raised his eyes and looked at him indifferently, no emotion could be seen in the dark eyes.

Yan Shen hated his expression, as if nothing could be seen in his eyes. The waves were not shocked, and people could not wait to immediately lower his calm mask and throw it on the ground to crush it.

He gritted his teeth and showed a false smile: "I haven't congratulated Brother on thinking about the cliff-Brother has always been lucky, and he can be forgiven for making such a big mistake."

Yan Jin said indifferently: "I hope my brother will have such good luck next time."

Yan Shen squeezed the small parcel's hand tightly, a little surprised that Yan Jin would actually reply to his words-Yan Jin usually ignored him in the past.

He took a step forward and touched his toe to the jade bottle on the ground. He lowered his head and saw at a glance that it was a medicine bottle only available to Shen Zhixian.

The words of the little disciples were still ringing in the ears, and the feelings of jealousy and hatred suddenly rushed into my heart. Yan Shen bent down and picked up the small jade bottle, rubbing his smooth body with his fingertips, and saying, "Since I don't need these medicines, I might as well give it to me. It happens that my sword practice is often injured recently."

Yan Jin didn't want to ignore him, but his eyes suddenly paused when he passed the jade bottle in his hand, and the ghost said so badly: "Injury in sword training is not good in art. In this case, next time I see Master, I will see you to the teacher. I want some elixir. "

"You!" Yan Shen's face turned green instantly. Red after the green, red after the black-annoying.

Yan Jin admired his face for a while. In the past, when Yan Shen and other disciples came to trouble him, he was indifferent. Today, I realized that the occasional argument is quite interesting.

The pressure felt by Shen Zhixian virtually dissipated a little.

Unfortunately, he was accustomed to it, and he was too lazy to talk to them too much, turning his wrist slightly, he made the gesture of asking the other party to leave.

The hand holding the medicine bottle tightly became stronger, and even the fingertips turned white. Yan Jin ’s response today is too unexpected. Is it true that Master said something?

He couldn't figure out what it meant by "requesting some elixir from Master for you" for a moment, but finally he resented: "Still, leave it alone-I heard that Master wants to check the Tibetan Pavilion." It ’s better for a brother to admit his mistakes early, lest he lose his face in the end. "

The last sentence was soft and slow, with a self-evident threat.

He didn't mention the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, but when she said that Yan Jin's expression sank immediately, her right hand subconsciously tried to hold it back, and a pair of black pupils reflected the cold light.

Yan Shen snorted coldly, and threw small bags and jade bottles on the couch, regardless of whether they would hit someone or not, and went away without looking back.

In response, he slammed the door shut, and his feet would be pinched if they were retracted so late.

After restoring peace in the room, Yan Jin stroked her left wrist. On the empty wrists, there was nothing he regarded as a treasure.

He can't protect, he can't help-it used to be that way, it's the same way now!

The dark eyes were cold, and the heart that wanted to become stronger became firmer. Yan Jin stared at the medicine bottles on the ground. Thinking of the owner of the medicine bottles, she picked them up one after another, stuffed them into the small package sent by Shen Zhixian, and then threw them at random.

...

Telling the disciples of the four elders to see Yan Jin, Shen Zhixuan returned to the house, groped to put a restraint on the surroundings, and began to practice magic ... cough, surgery.

There are some memories. Commonly used small techniques such as cleansing or something can be successful once or twice. This body is indeed a genius for cultivation. Unfortunately, the heart disease cuts off all possibilities.

Shen Zhixian laid his long sword on the table and looked carefully.

Qing Yunzong had epee flow and rapier flow, Shen Zhixian was a rapier flow, and his sword skills were mainly light and agile. Therefore, his long sword frost was thinner than the general long sword.

Probably the sword was cast by a gentle and gentle spring swordsmith. From the hilt to the scabbard, the engraving was delicate and gentle. The sword was pulled out of the sheath and the sword body was like jade.

Shen Zhixian tossed it over and over again, and felt that this sword was like a delicate jade. If it was used for a fight ... he thought about it, and gently stabbed it at the hard corner of the table with his sword.

It's almost effortless, as easy as a hair break, a slight sound, and at the corner of the table—Shen Zhixian saw that he had cut off a piece of hard spiritual wood long sword, and swallowed, cautiously. It retracted into the scabbard.

The sword technique still exists in my mind, so I have to find a chance and time, find a secret place and practice sword.

His thoughts had just turned to his mind, and suddenly there was a dull knocking sound outside the door. Little, if he had not cultivated himself and his hearing was different from ordinary people, it would have been easy to ignore this sound.

After all, the sound was too weak, as if the wind was blowing a tree branch and hitting the door.

The dull clatter was still thinking. It sounded for a while, as if tired of knocking, stopped for a while, and continued to knock, it was really persistent.

What kind of person-or something, could easily pass through his restraint without being perceived by him?

Shen Zhixian asked "Who", and no one responded, but the click paused for a moment, then it sounded again, and seemed to be angry, knocking heavier and faster than before.

Shen Zhixian groaned for a moment, holding one hand in his sleeve and holding a trick in case, the other hand yanked open the door.

--nobody.

A breeze blew past his feet, shaking his hem, Shen Zhixian felt something, and closed his head with his backhand and looked down.

A touch of green came into view.