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"Young master, there have been many righteous people wandering around the foot of our mountain recently, do you want to deal with it?"

The person sitting in the upright seat raised his head slightly, his cold face showed disdain, and he didn't even pause for a moment in the movement of wiping the sword in his hand.

The man had a high hair crown, slightly raised sword eyebrows, a tall and slender figure, and the corners of his mouth were pursed into a straight line.The distinct knuckles were slowly slid across the body of the sword, and the black clothes on his body outlined his figure very seductively.

His face was still vaguely visible when he was a child, but it was already very different.

Shen Ze'an raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled, "What kind of disturbance they can make, they just want to seek refuge."

He waved his hand and let people go down.

In the past 12 years, the original child has grown into a handsome young man, and many things have already undergone earth-shaking changes.

The news of the master of Lengling Pavilion's retreat was concealed for a while, but it could not be concealed for a lifetime.

Over the years, how many people and gangs have come here to ask for some bargains, but they all left in despair.Shen Ze'an became a genius known to the entire cultivation world, breaking through the Nascent Soul stage at the age of 16, a level that even Yu Zijin hadn't reached.

Shen Ze'an is now 19 years old and has experienced too many things. The only thing that remains the same is that he cleans Yu Zijin's room every day.

Same as 12 years ago.

Everyone in the pavilion knew the young master's loyalty and strength. He clearly had the strength to dominate the Lengling Pavilion, but he always insisted on the title of young master. Yu Zijin's status as the pavilion master never seemed to change.

But only Shen Ze'an knew that the respect he once had had long since changed in quality.

For the first time, Shen Ze'an knew that when he had such ulterior thoughts towards his master, he slapped himself severely, but even so, he couldn't change that the object of his first wet dream was the one he was thinking about. Master.

That night, the helpless young man stared blankly on the bed, looking at the mess, curled his lips aggrieved.

"Master, if you don't wake up again, what will disciples do?"

"Master... Is the disciple wrong?"

"Master...you wake up and reprimand the apprentice, okay? If the master doesn't get up again, the apprentice really can't bear it."

"Master!"

Shen Ze'an sat up abruptly from the low couch, a few strands of sweat dripped from his head, and when he saw clearly the person standing beside him, his eyes became cloudy.

"You heard." He said coldly.

Not a question, but a statement.

The man didn't seem to have thought that he had revealed such a big secret, and immediately knelt down trembling all over.

"Young master, this servant is wrong, I won't say anything!" Then she covered her mouth, "No, this servant didn't hear anything."

Shen Ze'an stretched out his hand to press his temple, "Keep your mouth shut, or there will be one less person in this pavilion."

The man felt relieved, and cried like Shen Ze'an to thank him:

"Thank you young master, thank you young master for not killing me!"

Shen Ze'an frowned tightly, looking at the figure of the man fleeing in a hurry, he couldn't help but smiled wryly.

This relationship cannot be seen in the light. No matter what the world thinks about their relationship, it first depends on the meaning of the master.

Leaving aside whether Master will agree or not, as long as he wakes up, it will be a blessing.

It's fine if I look at the master from afar all my life.

"Master, if you wake up, don't give birth to the idea of ​​finding a Taoist companion."

Shen Ze'an sighed.