Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Ye Yunlan walked into the sea of ​​flowers.

A fragrant fragrance bursts into the tip of the nose, with morning dew, sunlight and earthy scents.

Soaked in the pleasant fragrance, even the breeze on his face seemed to become gentle.

"Shen Shu," Ye Yunlan whispered, "Did you grow these flowers?"

Shen Shu got up and ran to him.

The boy's long hair hung on his cheeks, his face was pale and sharp, and his clothes were very shabby. When he looked up at him, his eyes were still full of joy, and he nodded when he heard the words, "Suprise for Xianjun..."

Ye Yunlan: "How did you think of planting flowers next to my residence?"

"Last time, Xianjun asked me to fold flowers, but later told me that I don’t like...seeing the fading of snow," Shen Shu replied seriously, "At that time, I thought, if I could plant flowers and plants around Xianjun’s residence, In this way, the fairy will be able to look at the flowers from time to time, and the flowers... will not die."

"Seven days are too short. I only walked the entire Yanhui Peak and moved all the flowers that I could see."

"Xianjun, do you...like it?"

The boy's eyes were too focused and enthusiastic, Ye Yunlan was startled slightly, and subconsciously moved his eyes away.

He leaned down and gently touched a star flower on his side.

The flower was born white and gleaming, with five pointed corners, like a star in the sky.

Ye Yunlan touched it, feeling cute, and couldn't help but touched it again.

The little flower swayed tremblingly, and the dew on the petals flowed to his fingertips, scenting a gentle fragrance.

In his previous life, he retreated from the fear of the world, and wherever he passed, the doors and windows of every house were closed, and the place where he lived was a hundred miles away.

So he could only plant flowers and plants next to his residence.

In his spare time, he takes a pot of wine and carries a piano, sitting alone and watching the flowers bloom at four o'clock, and the annual ring changes, which can be regarded as the last years of his life, there is not much pleasure left.

"I like it very much." He said softly.

Shen Shu's sight moved with Ye Yunlan's slender fingertips.

He thought, if he was the flower, it would be fine. Then Ye Yunlan would also touch his head with his palm, stare at him, and say to him, "I like it very much."

He stared at Ye Yunlan for a long while, seeing that the other party's attention was still on the flower, he suddenly said in a dumb voice: "Xianjun, you promised...you want to reward me."

Ye Yunlan paused with his fingertips, remembering how Shen Shu looked at him in Yuntian Palace before.

"You..." He laughed slightly, his fingertips moved away from the petals, straightened up to face Shen Shu, and said, "Let's talk about it, what reward do you want this time?"

Then Shen Shu did not hesitate to say: "I want to invite the fairy king and accept me as a disciple."

Ye Yunlan was startled.

He didn't expect that what Shen Shu wanted was this.

Apprenticeship and apprenticeship are extremely important in the spiritual world.

In a sense, the relationship between the master and the apprentice is even closer than the blood relationship. Because most of the practitioners have a long life, and the bonds of blood in the mundane are no more than a hundred years, while the bonds between the master and the apprentice in the spiritual world can extend the life of the practitioner.

Ye Yunlan had never accepted an apprentice before.

Therefore, he does not know what responsibilities a teacher has to bear, how to teach, and how to correctly lead a person on a smooth and smooth path that suits him.

The path in his previous life was too bumpy. He crawled over with blood dripping among thorns and knives everywhere.

The whole body was bruised and bruised.

He didn't want anyone to follow the same path as him.

…What's more, he has already decided in this life that he will no longer have to do with the world and spend his life quietly.

Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, and said, "Why do you suddenly want to worship me as a teacher?"

"I heard others say that master-disciple is the closest relationship in the world of cultivation, except for Taoists." Shen Shu said earnestly, "I want to be a close person to...Xianjun."

Ye Yunlan was silent.

Seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, Shen Shu continued earnestly: "If the fairy accepts me as a disciple, I will definitely listen to the words of the fairy."

"What Xianjun wants me to do, I will do it."

"I can help Xianjun take care of the flowers and plants, clean the house, and can also help Xianjun... find more different flowers."

"Shen Shu." Ye Yunlan interrupted suddenly, "You said you want to worship me as a teacher, but until now, you are only saying what you can do for me, but you don't say what you want me to do for you. ."

Shen Shu was stunned.

Ye Yunlan sighed.

"Applying a teacher and accepting apprentices is not as simple as you think." He said, "Although I have saved your life in the secret realm, I have already said that I don't need your reward. If you are just grateful I want to worship me as a teacher, but I don’t have to. In Tianzong, there are many people who can become your master, and they can teach much more than me."

Shen Shu: "But I... just want to be Xianjun's apprentice."

Ye Yunlan had already seen his stubbornness from the case of Sedan, and he was not surprised by what he said. He only said indifferently: "Now I can't use my spiritual power. I am considered a useless person in Tianzong. If you worship me as a teacher, Everyone will laugh at you and go and worship a deceased person as a teacher."

Shen Shu was puzzled: "Others laugh at me, what does it have to do with me? Not to mention Xianjun... is not a waste person."

"I have seen Xianjun's sword." He said, "When Xianjun held me out of the secret realm, he used his sword to cut through obstacles on the road...The sword light was very dazzling and brilliant. It was... the sword technique of the fairy in the nine heavens. "

He said seriously: "I really want to learn."

Ye Yunlan's hand holding the Queying Sword tightened slightly.

Everyone in the past has said that the sword of the ghost Rakshasa is the sword of the ghosts in hell, and the asura sword he wields is the sword of heinous killing, soaked in the wailing of countless souls.

But Shen Shu said that his swordsmanship was the swordsmanship of immortals in the nine heavens.

After a long silence, Ye Yunlan finally let out a little.

"If you just want to learn swords, come here on weekdays, I can teach you." He said, "As for other things...I'll talk about it later."

Shen Shu still wanted to say something, but he was keenly aware of the sluggishness and indifference between the eyebrows of the person in front of him.

He remembered that when he first saw the other party, he also looked like this when the other party wanted to close the window and reject him.

Shen Shu is not afraid to refuse.

But I'm afraid that asking for requests too frequently will cause people in front of me to get bored.

And the other party did not completely reject him. What he has is patience and time.

His eyes were dark and he finally nodded slightly.

Ye Yunlan walked through the sea of ​​flowers and opened the gate of the bamboo building.

No one was there for a few days, and a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the ground, and the wind that was brought up when the door opened, the dust was immersed in the warm yellow sunlight, floating with it, it was the changing time of more than three hundred years.

This is the first time Ye Yunlan has returned to his residence after being reborn.

The furnishings inside are unfamiliar and familiar, and you can vaguely see the traces of your life back then.

When he was in Tianzong, he stayed here for most of his years.

He walked in, and Shen Shu followed behind him. The wind chimes on the door made a crisp sound.

The furnishings inside the house are very simple. There is a bamboo screen on the outside, which is raised one step inside, and the floor is covered with wood. There is a low table in the middle with tea sets on the table.

To the left is the study room, with a row of bookshelves on the wall, neatly lined with books, and many stacked on the table with pens, ink, paper and inkstone scattered beside it, as well as an oil lamp.

Further inside is the bedroom, with an ordinary carved bed next to the wall, a mirror table by the window, and something seems to be lying in front of the table.

Suddenly, Ye Yunlan paused in his footsteps and walked over. He saw a silver mask in front of the stage and a letter with a letter on the cover of the letterhead saying "Alan Qi".

He picked up the mask, and a cold touch came from his fingertips.

This mask is meticulously crafted, and the cumbersome and magnificent lines are like vine branches, revealing a strange beauty, much more delicate than the masks he has worn before.

He looked down for a moment, then suddenly turned around and handed the mask to Shen Shu, and said lightly: "Throw it for me."

Shen Shu: "Throw it?"

"Just find a place to bury it."

Shen Shu didn't ask anything, but just nodded, then took the mask and went out.

Ye Yunlan opened the letterhead on the desk again.

The letter was written thickly, recalling and comforting throughout.

He looked down a few lines, before finishing reading, he walked to the study, lit the oil lamp, and burned the letter.

He opened the window of the study room to ventilate, and the light from the end of his eyes suddenly fell on a guqin hanging on the wall.

When he first entered the sect, he didn't know how to play piano. But Rong Ran said he wanted to listen, so he learned.

Before the secret matter happened, Rong Ran would often give him the music scores he wanted to hear, so he went to learn them one by one, most of which were love songs such as Feng Xiwu and Xiangsi Yin. He couldn't play the lingering affection in it. , Rong Ran has always preferred this.

Later, Rong Ran stopped asking him to listen to the piano, so he just played it for himself.

In fact, he doesn't like songs that are too lingering, more elegant and tranquil, such as flowing water and high mountains, clear breeze and bright moon.

He once played such a tune to Rong Ran, but Rong Ran didn't like it.

Chen...The man didn't like him playing the piano either, saying that his piano sound was too lonely and difficult to get close to.

Only Mozun is not afraid of meat, no matter what he plays, he likes to listen.

Especially...when it was backlashed by the Nine-turned Heavenly Demon.

The cultivation of the celestial demon body is secretive and evil, and needs to gather the evil thoughts and ghost grievances in the world. Among the demon sects, there are not many demon cultivators who have gone mad and lost their humanity due to the practice of this method, and even personally slaughtered their own family sects.

Because the harm is too great, the Heavenly Demon Refining Method is regarded as a forbidden technique, and every cultivator will be chased and killed by both the Demon Sect and the Dao Sect.

For thousands of years, only Mozun has practiced to great success.

But in spite of this, the Demon Venerable will still be backlashed by grievances and evil thoughts.

At that time, Mozun had no reason at all.

The Soul Refining Sect was once slaughtered by the Demon Lord overnight because of a rebellious word from his disciple. Since then, the Soul Refining Sect was removed from the Demon Sect.

Therefore, when the night of the full moon is approaching, when the Demon Lord summons him, everyone looks at him with pity.

They all thought he would be cruelly abused.

Only he knew, the Demon Venerable asked him to play the piano again.

He knelt down in the hall and played the piano.

The Mozun sat on the high seat and stared at him.

The cyan torch burned against the wall, making a faint sound. He couldn't see the look of the opposite side through that terrifying and dark ghost face.

The moon gradually hung high, and countless shadows began to twist in the hall, demons and sprites spread, and ghosts and shadows were grim and stern.

In the terrifying and strange scene, only half a foot around him, there is still a quiet side.

He has gotten used to these things and just bows his head and plays the piano.

Most of the time, after the middle of the night, those distorted shadows will gradually disappear. When the first ray of sun shines in the early morning, the Demon Venerable will use a low, tired voice to let him go back.

It's just that, occasionally and sometimes, when he lowers his head and strokes the piano, he will suddenly be hugged by the demon from behind, and the twisting shadows on the ground will also climb over, entangle his limbs, and slide flexibly into his clothes.

Mozun's hand passed through his hair, held his throat, and slowly rubbed it. He was trembling constantly by those things, and he could only make a low voice on his back.

…After that, he was forced to lie down on the Qin, his black hair spread out, and the knuckles around the Qin were white.

Moonlight Lingling shone into the hall, and the distorted shadow of the entire hall fell on him. He and Demon Venerable were sinking in the shadows. Only Yingbaiqin was shining with moonlight, reflecting the dark red eyes of Demon Venerable that seemed to deposit countless blood. eye.

The strings made a messy sound, echoing in the hall.

This piano was used by Mozun who once went to Xuantian Mountain to fetch ancient spirit woods, and then went to the far north to catch ten thousand years of ice silkworms, drew fire for nine days, and personally plucked it for him.

The name of Qin is called "Yuehua".

The door suddenly creaked, and it was Shen Shu who was back.

Ye Yunlan recovered from his thoughts.

He turned around and saw Shen Shu walking in with a wooden bucket full of water in his hand, and a worn-out hand towel was placed on the rim of the bucket. After entering the house, Shen Shu put down the wooden barrel, picked up the towel, and helped him wipe the dusty tables and chairs.

Ye Yunlan was startled and said softly, "Shen Shu, you don't have to do this for me."

Shen Shu only said: "I will help Xianjun clean the house, Xianjun...is there any reward for me?"

Those eyes looked over brightly, seeming to have completely forgotten the rejection of his apprenticeship.

Be serious about your child's character.

Ye Yunlan had Microsoft in mind, and his eyes fell on the guqin hanging in the study.

He walked over, hugged Qin into his arms, and whispered, "Shen Shu, do you want to listen to Qin?"