Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

"There are nine realms of cultivation. There are six realms of the mortal body and the three realms of ascension."

"The six realms of the mortal body are for qi training, foundation building, golden core, primordial infant, **** transformation, and triumph."

"Climbing into the three realms of immortality, for shedding the world, stepping on the void, and becoming immortal."

Considering Shen Shu's situation, Ye Yunlan decided to start with the most basic common sense in the spiritual world.

He has a lot of patience for this only apprentice in his past and present life.

What Shen Shu used to be missing, and no one taught him, he would fill in for the other party.

The boy's eyes brightened when he heard it, and he suddenly asked curiously, "Is there really a fairy in this world?"

Ye Yunlan was startled.

This question, the world is afraid that it is difficult for anyone to give an accurate answer.

In the tens of thousands of years recorded in human history books, the powerful who have reached the Void Realm can be counted in one palm, and each is a brilliant existence in an era.

...But almost all of them fell under the Tribulation of Immortality.

The reason for saying almost is because there was once a monster Huangjun missing in the Immortal Tribulation, and he did not leave the bones like the others.

Many people have speculated that it has become a celestial being and has gone away, but at that time no one saw the door of the celestial world open.

And for nearly three thousand years, even the strongest in the world hasn't appeared in the Void Realm.

Are there really immortals in this world?

More than one person has asked this question.

Immortality and immortality are a dream pursued by countless practitioners.

Ye Yunlan may be the only person in the world who knows the answer.

However, he was silent for a while, but only said: "Shen Shu, what do you think is a fairy?"

Shen Shu: "Through the sky, control the universe, is it for... immortal?"

Ye Yunlan: "Wrong. Only people want to go to the sky and control the universe. But immortals don't."

There was a slight indifferent color in his eyes, "...because immortal and human are two completely different things."

Shen Shu blinked, somewhat puzzled.

Ye Yunlan did not continue to explain.

Suddenly said: "Shen Shu, tell me why do you want to practice?"

Shen Shu thought for a while, and said bluntly: "I want to gain strength."

Ye Yunlan was noncommittal.

"If it's just for power-you already have power that can be easily controlled," he said, "why continue to practice?"

Shen Shu wanted to speak, Ye Yunlan stopped him, "Think clearly before answering, this is very important to you."

Shen Shu is a semi-finished product refined by the magic puppet.

Even though it is only a semi-finished product, the demon puppet's ability to become stronger as long as it absorbs the world's filthy air is still in his body. But relying on this method to become stronger, and the more filthy qi is absorbed, the deeper the transformation into the demon puppet, until it is irretrievable.

Ye Yunlan didn't want Shen Shu to do this.

Yuan Yongzhi had already activated the Qi Gathering Secret Method once, and Shen Shu had the power of a demon puppet in his body. If he wanted to return to the right way to practice, Ye Yunlan must first guide Shen Shu to give up this power.

However, Shen Shu has suffered too much, it is inevitable that he is obsessed with power, and the guidance process may be very difficult. Can not help frowning.

After thinking about it seriously, Shen Shu answered:

"I want strength because... I want to use my strength to protect Master."

"That kind of power... can't protect Master, I don't want it."

Ye Yunlan froze for a while, and then whispered: "You can't even protect yourself, how do you need you to protect your teacher..."

Having said that, his frowning brows slowly loosened.

It is a good thing that Shen Shu is not nostalgic for the power of the demon puppet.

However, how to get rid of the filthy air in Shen Shu's body is still a difficult problem.

He was thinking about it, his hand stroked the back of Shen Shu's head unconsciously, and put it on the puppet print on the back of the opponent's neck, rubbing it again and again.

Shen Shu didn't say a word, but leaned into his arms along the way, with his face pressed against his chest.

Ye Yunlan likes to read and read the papers, and he never forgets. There are a shocking number of exercises and secrets in his mind.

It was a little troublesome to sort out and search for it.

Most of this knowledge came from his previous life in the magic palace.

After the Self-Devil Venerable allowed him to walk freely in the Demon Palace, the place he went most often was Zangshu Pavilion.

In the library of books, there are the magic techniques and the original ancient books collected by the demon from various sects. He is fascinated by it and often forgets the time.

Until I was hugged from behind.

"Xianzhang, do you really like reading books like this." The devil's chest was pressed against his back, his tone was deep, "Can you even ignore the call of the deity?"

He has become familiar with this person's temperament a bit, and when he knows that outsiders are not there, but this person still calls himself "the deity", he is a little angry.

"Sir." He whispered.

The demon snorted, bit his earlobe and asked, "Tell the deity, does reading make you happy, or the deity makes you more happy?"

He said: "...Reading is different from you."

The Demon Lord did not intend to let him go, and asked: "How is it different?"

He pursed his lips, his long eyelashes drooped, and said nothing.

"Heh." The demon said with a low smile, "Everyone has their own hobbies, and the deity is not unreasonable. It just so happens that you like to read books, but the deity likes to listen to books."

"Take out the "Yin-Yang Hehe Sutra" on the bookshelf over there and read it to me."

The bookshelf that Mozun pointed to was the only one he hadn't touched in the library. Just because that bookshelf is full of...double cultivation techniques.

He took down the exercises that the Demon Sovereign said, and after only one glance, he felt hot on his face.

…There are still pictures.

"Don't want to be lazy." The devil seemed to guess his thoughts, "All the content in the book must be read carefully, as a punishment for ignoring the call of the deity today."

He had to read. The voice was low and trembling.

The body temperature of the people behind him was hot, and some dark things spread from his heels.

He was holding the book, his pale fingertips trembling, and suddenly couldn't help but yelled: "Don't..."

Mozun let go of him, and sat down on the sandalwood armchair next to him, and said, "Keep reading. I know that the immortal has a good memory. After reading it once, I can remember it all."

The lights in the library were dim, and the devil was sitting there with his head supported by one hand, a ghostly mask of evil and evil, watching him hold the bookshelf and finish reading the exercises with difficulty.

"Xianchang, can you learn the new exercises?" He suddenly said, patted his legs, "...Come over and sit down, let's try."

The library was dimly lit and the candlelight was shaking. He sat on the devil's lap, holding the devil's shoulders, sweat condensed on the temples, and saw the figures on the wall.

After decades in the magic palace, he read all the books in the library.

Including the book on the shelf that he would never touch.

There are many ways to get rid of the filthiness, and Ye Yunlan selected several suitable for Shen Shu from his memory.

Before teaching to the other side, I remembered one more thing.

"The road to practice is arduous and long," Ye Yunlan said, "If you can really control your original mind and cultivate to the Nascent Soul Stage with your own efforts, then I will return the Soul Refining Orb to you."

Speaking of the Soul Refining Orb, a dark color flashed in Shen Shu's eyes, and he was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "It doesn't matter... Actually, it doesn't matter."

"As long as you hold the Soul Refining Orb, I will never defy any of your orders, and I will never... hurt you."

He raised his head, a little smile appeared on his pale and gloomy face, and his voice was a little bewildering, "Master, I am yours, everything... can be at your disposal."

"Shen Shu," Ye Yunlan looked at the young man in a serious voice, "You have to understand that we are now masters and apprentices, and the relationship between master and apprentice has never been dominated and dominated."

"You can learn to rely on me without any cost." He paused and added, "Occasionally, it's okay to act like a baby."

Shen Shu fixedly looked at him, and suddenly lowered his eyes, "Master treated me very well..."

Ye Yunlan didn't know whether he understood or not.

He sighed lightly in his heart, after all, Shen Shu was too deeply affected by his past experience.

It is necessary to help Shen Shu get rid of the shackles of the demon puppet as soon as possible, and free Shen Shu from the part of Shen Shu trapped in the Soul Refining Orb.

In his memory, there was actually a way to lift the restriction on refining soul orbs, but he lacked a taste of precious medicinal materials.

That medicinal material is only found in the ancient ruins, but now it is still seven years away from the opening of the ancient secret realm.

He had no way to tell Shen Shu in advance and give him vain hope.

Ye Yunlan's eyes were dark.

The top priority now is to help Shen Shuhua get rid of the filthy air in his body and lead him to the path.

"Shen Shu," he said, "I will teach you the method of breathing and vomiting. Long-term practice can get rid of the filthy air in your body."

He walked to the book case, took out a piece of paper, wrote the method in his memory, and then handed it to Shen Shu.

"Look at it first, and ask me if you don't understand."

Shen Shu did not take it.

"What?" Ye Yunlan asked, raising his eyes.

Shen Shu was silent for a while before he whispered: "Master, can you read it to me first?"

Ye Yunlan pondered for a moment.

He was negligent.

Shen Shu was in such a growing environment, how could he be literate.

"Come here." He whispered.

Shen Shu obediently walked to him.

"Sit on my lap," he said.

Shen Shu was taken aback, a little red appeared on the tips of his ears, but Ye Yunlan didn't notice it, and only said: "Every morning from now on, follow me to learn Chinese for two hours."

"...Yes, Master."

Shen Shu sat on Ye Yunlan's knee, the other's breath encircled him, and his chest pressed against his back, making him restless.

The cold voice of the other party rang in his ears.

"Can you write your name?"

Shen Shu: "My name is...Is that so?"

He held the pen and wrote a special word on the paper.

It looks a bit decent, but he holds the pen in the wrong posture, and the order of the strokes is completely wrong. It doesn't look like writing, but rather like drawing...

Ye Yunlan glanced at the wooden sword on the side of the table, feeling clear.

"You, really clever." He said, holding Shen Shu's wrist and adjusting his pen holding posture, leading him to slowly write his name.

"The word is Shen. The word is Shu. Shen is your last name, and Shu is your first name. This is your first name."

At the moment when he was held by that pale, slender, jade-like jade hand, Shen Shu's whole body froze.

Even the shadow under the feet was distorted for a moment.

Ye Yunlan didn't notice that he was strange, so he led him to finish writing, and asked him, "Will you write?"

Shen Shu was silent for a while and shook his head.

Ye Yunlan patiently taught it again.

This time, Shen Shu didn't lose his mind anymore, and soon he was able to write his name smoothly.

Seeing that he had learned it, Ye Yunlan wanted to teach him the formula on paper, but he heard Shen Shu say: "I still want to...learn the name of the master."

He was stunned, a little softness appeared in his eyes, and he took Shen Shu's hand to write the three words Ye Yunlan.

"Master's name... it looks good." Shen Shu said dumbly.

Ye Yunlan laughed slightly: "It's just a name, there's nothing good or bad about it."

"It just looks good." Shen Shu stubbornly said, "Is the name of the respected Master taken by his relatives?"

Ye Yunlan's expression suddenly faded.

"...I have no relatives."

As he spoke, a vague and long figure appeared in his mind.

That person was actually not born like him. His appearance follows his mother, but the person's appearance follows his father. He is extremely handsome and stern.

That man was born with dazzling brilliance and was regarded as the young master by the whole family, but after he was born, he didn't even have a name.

Later, he was taken away from all the blood and power to the man as a sacrifice, causing his eyes to go blind.

But the man was only condescending and ordered the people to exile him from the mountains and forests.

Shen Shu: "Master?"

Ye Yunlan quickly returned to his senses and skipped this topic.

"It's getting late. I'll teach you the formula on paper." He held the young man's hand, "study carefully."

—

At night, the lights were bleak.

Ye Yunlan sat reading under the lamp. The candlelight flickered, and the lanterns made a crackling sound.

He usually likes to read books about spiritual practice, but today is different.

Ye Yunlan looked down at the contents of the scroll.

"Teacher, so preaching is also a solution to the karma.

The students are young and active, the disposition is uncertain, and the teacher must not be lazy and not strict. Strict is neither angry nor harsh nor lazy. Those who are not lazy, do their best, and they must be fruitful...[Note 1]"

He pondered for a moment, lifted his pen, and left a comment beside the page.

The burning candle made a crackling sound, and the candlelight slowly became dim without noticing it.

Most of the book was turned over, and every page on it was smeared with ink marks.

The handwriting in front of him suddenly became a little fuzzy, Ye Yunlan stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows. Hear soft footsteps from outside.

Shen Shu walked in, his hair was still moist, and it was obvious that he had just finished taking a bath, "Master, I have already cooked the hot water for you."

Ye Yunlan: "Well. I'll finish reading this paragraph later."

Shen Shu stopped talking.

He looked at the dim light in the room, took the lamp cutter, walked to him, and leaned over to cut off the excess wick.

The two of them were staggered, and their shadows overlapped, forming a ball on the wall.

The lights became bright again, reflecting Ye Yunlan's calm profile.

Shen Shu took the paper with the formula written on it, and sat on the chair next to it.

Time passed quietly.

"Master, I just tried the formula you taught me to spit out luck, and it can run smoothly!"

Shen Shu suddenly spoke.

He has a brisk tone, like a child sharing joy.

Ye Yunlan looked away from the book.

It is rare, he seems to experience a bit of joy from it.

Maybe this is what it feels like to be a teacher. he thinks.

"You did a good job." His eyes were very soft in the light. "It's late at night, go and rest."

"Master asked me to rest, but I am still reading." Shen Shu said boredly, "The hot water that has just been heated is going to be cold."

Ye Yunlan whispered: "You go back to the room first, don't wait for me."

Since Shen Shu was injured, he has been living in his room.

In the Zhulou, only Ye Yunlan lived alone, and there was no other place to live alone. He had to take care of Shen Shu's injuries, so he simply let Shen Shu live with him.

Shen Shu said, "If the master doesn't come, I won't sleep."

Ye Yunlan was helpless: "You..."

But slowly showed a little connivance between the eyebrows.

He finally put down the scroll in his hand, got up and walked out of the study.

The opened book lay quietly on the table, stopping on one of the pages.

"To be a teacher, you need to uphold a heart of benevolence towards your disciples. The benevolent is also virtuous, the lover is kind, the master is the father, the disciple, and the son. [Note 2]

…

To be a teacher for one day and to be a father for life is to be a master. "

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The content marked in the article is excerpted from Han Yu's "Teacher's Talk" and Xiuyang's "Teacher's Way".