Chapter 3: return

Bingyu put it in the back of his hand, and Shen Zhixian took a breath. This unlucky child was so badly injured that he had enough strength.
He helped him up, shook his hands, dropped a bunch of blood beads, and drew a corner of his lips. He couldn't help sighing that he would hurt his hand before he could succeed.
However, he couldn't care less about himself. The young man was too big, tearing the wound that almost saw bone on his back, and blood poured out again.
"Don't move ... hey, the wound broke!"
Yan Jin's mood was not stable. She looked like Shen Zhixuan defensively and vigilantly, her eyes were fierce and fierce, and she seemed to have cold hate.
This is strange.
It was because she was worried that Yan Jin would be angry when she saw him. At this point in Yan Jin's eyes, he should be an ordinary person facing kindness, and in case he understands it, how can there be such deep-seated hatred.
The vague thoughts flickered by, Shen Zhixian hugged the young man who wanted to push him away with one hand, and opened the jade bottle cap with the other hand, and put Quhan Dan in his mouth.
In the end, Yan Jin suffered from severe injuries and lost too much blood, and has been frozen for so long, lacking strength, unable to break free, and was forced to plug a few miracles. The elixir melted at the entrance, and the warm current ran down his throat, and the warmth gradually filled the limbs of his chest. He froze and struggled slightly.
The look of the man in front of him was ambiguous, and he looked faintly. But Yan Jin knew that this was because of the blind-eye method-even if this person was reduced to ashes, he could recognize his breath!
His good teacher! Good Master who broke his soul!
Yan Jin gritted her teeth, and squeezed the hatred from the spray.
No.
We can't reveal the flaws yet.
At this time, Shen Zhixian was much stronger than him. If he rashly angered him, I was afraid that the torture would come early-
Yan Jin supported her hand in the snow, and fisted her into a fist fiercely, where she couldn't even see the crescent wound on her palm. He gasped, lowered his head slightly, covering his fangs, which was almost irresistible, and shouted "Master" with a husky voice.
The pain of Ling Gen's severedness still seemed to remain in his body. He breathed the cold cold and told himself over and over again.
He came alive.
He came back to life.
After Shen Zhixian cut off his spiritual roots inch by inch, he was ... reborn.
He was familiar with the scene. After the Tibet Sword Pavilion incident, he received three whiplashes, and went to think about the cliff. After thinking about it for a whole month, Linggen was frostbite. He almost died on the thought of the cliff before being brought down by Shen Zhixian.
I thought I could breathe at least after going down the mountain. Who knew that immediately, Shen Zhixuan stood in front of him indifferently, pinching off his full body and breaking his soul.
Deeply in pain, he fainted, and when he woke up again, he saw Yan looking at him meaningfully, telling him with a slight smile, that the Master had let him think over the cliff.
It wasn't until Hunhungao climbed up the cliff that he finally accepted the fact of rebirth-so now it is clear that he has just just climbed the cliff. Why would Shen Zhixian appear here at this moment? !!
Did something happen that made Shen Zhixian change her mind and make it happen earlier?
The thin body was tightly stretched, Yan Jin's dark eyes stared at Shen Zhixuan's hand turning the jade bottle. The hand had clear bones and fair white fingertips, like a delicate jade, and the dirty snow and ice around it. Out of place.
Probably because he was abandoning the wide sleeves to prevent him from finding something, Shen Zhixian lifted his hands and shook them, and the sleeves slipped to his elbows, exposing a fair white wrist, and a string of crystal jade beads around his wrists, around three Four laps.
It made him more expensive.
But Yan Jin remembered how this hand was covered with his own blood.
Relentless and cruel.
Shen Zhixuan had no idea what Yan Jin was thinking. He was afraid that the young man would not hesitate to struggle to make the wound more severe, so he held him strong with the injured hand, and pulled the small jade bottle with his other hand, looking for Lingdan.
Hui Ling Dan can replenish a lot of spiritual power in a short time. This thing can be precious, especially the ones found in Shen Zhixian's House, which are all top grades in top grade.
Yan Jin probably used up her spiritual power to stop the snow and snow when she climbed up the cliff. Right now, even simple cold protection can't be done. Her body is frozen and stiff, and Hui Lingdan just works.
"Eh. Eat it." Finally turned to the small jade bottle containing Hui Ling Dan, Shen Zhixian stuffed the whole bottle into the young man's hand, then picked up the big urn that dropped to the side, and surrounded the boy with nothing, not letting snow and ice touch him. Holding his wound.
Seeing the boy holding the jade bottle rigidly, Shen Zhixian remembered that he seemed to have heard a low "Master" and couldn't help supporting it ... well, it turned out to be recognized, no wonder Yan Jin reacted so It's intense.
He groaned for a moment, and then completely dispelled the obstacles. Although I don't know how Yan Jin recognized him, it was boring to cover it now that he had been called.
The little boy stared at him like a hedgehog, raising his stab in defense.
Shen Zhixian breathed a sigh of relief, made a gentle gesture, pointed at the jade bottle in the young man's hand, and said, "Return to Lingdan." Then he pointed to the ground, "Quan Dan. Hemostatic Dan Shengji Dan, for a while Treat the wound. "
Yan Jin was unmoved, her fingers holding Xiaoyu Ping's hands tightened, and she endured again and again, and finally opened her mouth tightly with a voice: "Master is here to clean up the door yourself?"
He looked up. The fifteen-year-old was suffering from chronic malnutrition and terrible skinny cheeks. His agelessness and calmness made him look particularly distressing.
Shen Zhixian stared at him for a moment, a loving father's heart rose, he sighed, resisting the urge to rub the other's head, and said: "No."
He considered the words, did not want to make the "Shen Zhixian" person change too suddenly and suspicious, but also did not want Yan Jin to maintain such a great hostility towards him ... live.
"It was an impulse for the teacher in the afternoon." He saw Yan Jin holding the jade bottle in motion and simply took it back and opened the porcelain lid, poured out a few, and stuffed the young boy's mouth.
The cave was narrow, nowhere to be avoided, and Yan Jin had no strength. She was struck by Shen Zhixuan, frowning and pursing her lips, a gentle spiritual force flowed away, moistened the dry spiritual roots, and slightly eased the punishment whip. Chill and pain.
Shen Zhixian smiled slightly and said softly, "Come here and look at the wound."
...
While the person was careless, he briefly treated the wound, and Shen Zhixuan left the elixir and the aunt, and carefully went down the mountain again.
Although he had the intention to move people down immediately, this was too inconsistent with the "Shen Zhixuan" past people. When he first arrived, Shen Zhixian did not plan to change his mind immediately.
One is to look at Yan Jin's attitude. He is afraid that he may be cold-hearted towards this teacher, and rashly changing his attitude may only make him more skeptical and rebound.
two is……
Shen Zhixian raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, his expression gradually calmed down.
This cannon fodder is beside him ... not as simple as written in the book.