Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The steam evaporates.

Ye Yunlan closed his eyes and leaned on the tub, as if all the exhaustion accumulated in the day was dissolved in this pool of hot water.

He was drowsy, only thinking about Shen Shu who was still waiting for him in the room, and then barely lifted his eyelids, and his low eyes saw the black algae on the water surface, reflecting a face that had been tainted with heat.

He looks like his mother.

This face is really similar to his mother.

For countless times, Ye Yunlan hoped that he had never had the ability to remember.

In this way, he will no longer be entangled by those complicated nightmares for a long time, and those memories that he has finally suppressed will no longer follow the casual words of others, or the familiar scenery that he occasionally sees, and become clear again. It appeared before my eyes, lingering.

He watched the inverted video in the water, suddenly reached out his hand to disperse the water wave, got up and walked out of the tub, dried his long hair with a bath towel, and returned to the bedroom with good clothes.

A faint candle was lit in the room.

He stepped lightly, and before he reached the bed, he saw the young man poking his head out of the bed and blinking at him.

He has a Microsoft heart, and the annoyance accumulated in his chest is much less.

"Have you waited for a long time?" Ye Yunlan asked softly.

"No." Shen Shu still looked very energetic, "The master is not there, I can't sleep, I have been cultivating...the formula given to me by the fairy."

Ye Yunlan's eyes were soft, but he reprimanded softly, "You are at the age of growing body now, and you don't have enough rest. Beware that you will not have a high birth in the future, and it will be too late to regret."

"...I'm born too high to be able to lean in the arms of the master." Shen Shu said seriously, "This way... it's very good."

"Don't have a poor mouth." Ye Yunlan tapped his forehead with a finger, "If you meet someone you like in the future, it's hard for you to nest in the arms of other girls and ask others to pet you instead of holding you. She, protect her?"

Shen Shu pursed his lips and said dullly: "I don't want a girl, I only want the teacher."

Hearing that, Ye Yunlan laughed helplessly, "I forgot, at your age, I still don't understand this. When you grow up, you should know about this worldly love, where you can refuse it if you say you don't want it. "

He stopped mentioning this, sat down by the bed and rubbed the boy's head, "Go to sleep. As a teacher... right here."

Shen Shu rubbed his hand and closed his eyes obediently.

He lowered his eyes to stare at Shen Shu for a moment, and saw that the boy was really asleep, he took the shadow sword by the head of the bed, put it on his lap, and began to wipe it slowly.

Wiping the sword is his daily homework.

The sword serves as a sword to repair the half body, and must communicate with it frequently. Even if Ye Yunlan had mastered kendo, he couldn't save this little effort.

After wiping the sword, the boy was already asleep, lying on the back of the bed, very quiet.

Moonlight came in through the window rim, and the sea of ​​flowers swayed outside the window.

Before switching to rebirth, Ye Yunlan would never have thought that he would be able to get along with people at such a close distance in this life, or even...to sleep together.

It feels not bad.

After the bath, his slightly damp hair was already dry. He slowly retracted the sword into its sheath, and lay sideways on the bed, moving very lightly.

Since the injury, he has been very tired and lethargic, and after a while, he has fallen into a dream.

There was a faint cicada cry outside the window.

The house is quiet and peaceful.

Shen Shu, who should have fallen asleep, slowly opened his eyes.

He turned his head and looked at the sleeping faces of the people around him.

In the past few days, he has already discovered that when this person is asleep, his eyebrows are always frowning, tossing and turning, as if he is always entangled by nightmares, and people can't help but want to reach out to smooth his eyebrow frowns.

But he didn't dare to really stretch out his hand for fear of awakening the other party, so he could only slowly trace this person's face with his eyes.

After tracing it several times, it was still not enough, so he raised his head with his elbow and began to count each other's eyelashes one by one.

On weekdays, he would never dare to look like this presumptuously, lest he expose what he hid in front of this person, only after nightfall, the suppressed mood could be slightly indulged.

Twisted black shadows spread from the ground, climbing on the bed frame of the carved bed, shaking and swaying with Shen Shu's breath.

His eyes darkened.

He thought, this person is usually cold and lonely, like a lotus blooming silently on a distant mountain, even if his body is stained with his blood, he is still born noble and clean.

…But he was deliberately deliberate and full of lies.

He did not tell the truth about many things. The most important one is his physique.

The man only knew that he was a semi-finished demon puppet and there was still an opportunity to reverse it, but he did not know that he was not only a demon puppet, but also a natural...monster.

The shadow on the bed frame squirmed frantically.

If this person knew all the truth, would he still treat him like this?

Probably not. he thinks.

Master.

He whispered these two words, moved closer, lowered his head to sniff the cold and gentle fragrance of the other person's body.

Master.

He chanted again from the bottom of his heart, and his pale face slowly showed a full smile.

—

The morning light broke.

In the open space in front of the bamboo building, Ye Yunlan is teaching Shen Shu to learn the sword.

The filthy qi in Shen Shu's body has not been removed, and he can't practice luck yet, but if he only learns the sword, it doesn't hurt.

"Sword Dao has five realms, namely Qi Zong, Concentration, Grand Master, Hinayana, and Mahayana." Ye Yunlan recounted.

"Master," Shen Shu questioned, "You told me before...There are nine levels of cultivation, but now you say that there are five levels of kendo. I don't really understand, which one... is more important? "

"Cultivating the nine realms represents the process of cultivating oneself between the heavens and the earth and detaching himself from the commonplace. The five realms of kendo represent the depth of the cultivator's understanding of kendo."

"If you ask which one is more important..." Ye Yunlan said indifferently, "Cultivation is the foundation of everything. A mortal body is just a hundred-year-old skin without being tempered. However, if you want to shed the world, you can only rely on accumulating cultivation. is not enough."

Shen Shu's expression was still a little confused.

"Let me give you an example." Ye Yunlan said, "Tianzong Sect Master Qiyun... now has come to Transcendence, but before he reaches the Transcendence Realm, Kendo must first reach Mahayana. Otherwise, he will not be able to go smoothly at all. Overcome the mortal catastrophe."

Shen Shu suddenly realized: "I understand."

Ye Yunlan: "Just understand. Now, show me your sword."

Shen Shu nodded and did as he said.

Ye Yunlan was watching. He had already experienced Shen Shu's sword as early as in the medicine room, but the light was dim at that time, and now he has been closer and saw more problems.

Even though Shen Shu's movements are swift and powerful.

But he hadn't really held a sword before.

"Sword repairing and holding the sword requires meditation and concentration. It is intended that the arm and the sword are connected, and the heart and the sword are the same. This is an introduction to kendo."

"When holding the sword, the tiger's mouth needs to face the upper edge of the sword, tighten the five fingers, and buckle the hilt...like this."

Ye Yunlan walked behind Shen Shu, leaned over to hold his hand, and carefully adjusted his posture.

Shen Shu stiffened slightly, "Master..."

Ye Yunlan was leading him to clasp the hilt with his five fingers, and turned his head to look at him, "What?"

The face that looked like frost and pile of snow was right in front of him, but the distance was only half an inch, and his skin was immersed in the morning light, showing a nearly transparent color.

The long eyelashes are thick and fluttering.

"It's nothing," Shen Shu said dumbly, "I just wonder...when on earth can I use the master's excellent swordsmanship."

"Sword training is mainly in diligence, followed by enlightenment." Ye Yunlan said, "When I first started to learn swords, I swung my sword tens of thousands of times a day, and it was hard work. You can start from there."

As for Wu, he couldn't teach Shen Shu.

His kendo has been completely destroyed once, and according to common sense, he will never make an inch of kendo in his life.

The reason why he was able to follow the path of death and dying later was because he had suffered hundreds of years of hardship and suffering in the Buddha Pagoda and realized it in endless pain.

...Until later, he finally succeeded in kendo, but it was already after the man died.

He was scorned and feared by the world throughout his life, and even though his swordsmanship was respected, he was always alone.

And Shen Shu is so young.

Shouldn't follow him on that way.

After hearing his words, the young man said without hesitation: "Okay."

Knowing his stubborn temperament, Ye Yunlan couldn't help reminding him, "Swinging a sword ten thousand times is not easy. At the beginning, you can start with 3,000 times a day, and then accumulate it gradually to adapt slowly."

Shen Shu nodded seriously.

Ye Yunlan added: "The foundation of swordsmanship is basic movements such as stabs, slashes, wipes, and picks. If you can find the most satisfactory points when you draw your sword during the continuous swordsmanship exercise, then you can be considered as a solid foundation for swordsmanship. Look at me."

He drew out the Lack of Shadow Sword, held it in his hand, and stabbed it diagonally in the air.

The robes of his clothes fluttered, and the narrow and indifferent eyes revealed a force of force, and the blood-red tears at the end of the eyes also leaped like flames.

Stabbing, cutting, wiping, and picking, the Shadow Sword seemed to have no weight in his hand. It was obviously the most simple and unpretentious sword technique, but it was flawless and flawless.

When the wind blew, countless petals fluttered around him.

When returning to the dust and mud, they are all counted into two neat sections.

While using the sword, Ye Yunlan's cold voice sounded.

"When the long sword is pierced straight, the wrist does not move, the arm exerts strength, the heart is combined with the sword, and the qi moves at will; when it is slashed vertically, the elbow is raised, and the air is frozen..."

He was explaining the main points, suddenly frowned, retracted the sword and scabbed it, and said to Shen Shu sideways: "Wait here for a while before digesting it. I'll be back soon."

Only then did Shen Shu slowly recover, and whispered: "Yeah."

Ye Yunlan turned and walked straight across the sea of ​​flowers and walked into the bamboo forest.

He had already noticed that there was someone in the bamboo forest, so he didn't bother to pay attention to it. However, when he used the sword, his eyes were too hot to be ignored.

Ye Yunlan could think of only one person who would come to his remote residence on weekdays.

Rong dye.

He constricted his eyebrows and held the Missing Sword in his hand, but suddenly heard a voice from the bamboo forest in front of him.

"There are beautiful women dancing in the distance. It is suspected that Luoshen is in the world. Fortunately, I met with him, and my heart and soul are eager to be immortal..."

Ye Yunlan: "..."

Those who can chant such greasy poems shouldn't be tainted.

He walked over and saw a young man in a brown cloth robe hidden by the bamboo leaves, squatting on the ground, not knowing what he was doing.

This person should be the source of that hot gaze just now.

"What are you doing?" Ye Yunlan suddenly said.

Chen Xianyu was taken aback, raised his head to look at Ye Yunlan, but his expression was stunned, and said in a daze, "Luo Shen..."

"Luo Shen?" Ye Yunlan frowned.

"Luo, no, that's not right, Junior Brother Ye...I, I was painting just now." Chen Xianyu stammered a little.

"Drawing?" Ye Yunlan's voice was still cold.

"Yes, painting, I'm painting..." Chen Xianyu looked around, his eyes rolled, "Bamboo! I am painting the bamboo here!"

Ye Yunlan looked at Chen Xianyu expressionlessly. He remembered that he had seen this person when he asked Daopo, and he also helped him pick up the picture album.

I didn't look at it carefully at the time, but now I realize that this life is quite familiar.

-Somewhat like someone he doesn't want to meet again in this life.

The tone couldn't help being more indifferent, "Since you are just painting bamboo, why are you sneaking around here?"

Chen Xianyu froze.

Ye Yunlan: "This place is not far from where I live. I am a sword repairer. I don't like to be disturbed by other people while practicing swordsmanship. The bamboo forest is very vast. Can I bother to find another painting?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Xianyu suddenly frowned.

"Junior Brother Ye, although there are many bamboos in this bamboo forest, there is only one phoenix phoenix bamboo with a beautiful posture. It teaches people to forget the vulgar. If I go elsewhere, how can I find such a bamboo to paint? Woolen cloth?"

Cuitailed Phoenix Bamboo is the sacred product of bamboo. But it has already been extinct ten thousand years ago.

This person is obviously talking nonsense.

"Where is the green-tailed phoenix bamboo in this green bamboo forest?" Ye Yunlan said coldly.

"Junior Brother Ye, can't you still hear it?" Chen Xianyu's face was slightly red, and she decided to break the jar, "I originally painted not bamboo, but...but you, Junior Brother Ye."

"Since I saw Wen Daopo that day, I have not forgotten my brother for a long time. I waited here for many days before I saw you come out and couldn't help but paint a portrait of you."

"My name is Chen Xianyu, and I have a nickname in the sect called'Painting Crazy.' I often paint for senior brothers and sisters. I am not...not a sneaky person."

Speaking of painting, Chen Xianyu spoke more smoothly, "Senior brother, Xu Qingyue, the number one beauty in the cultivation world, do you know? Back then, he was famous for his Yaotai sword dance. I always thought that no one in the world could surpass it, until I see it today. It wasn't until Junior Brother used the sword that I knew I was wrong."

"If Junior Brother can let me paint a complete picture for you, and when your portrait is spread, I am afraid that the name of the first beauty in the cultivation world will change, and countless people will be crazy for you..."

"I don't want to leave any portraits in the world."

Ye Yunlan's words woke up Chen Xianyu like a bucket of ice water. "why?"

"It makes no sense." Ye Yunlan said indifferently.

Chen Xianyu: "How can it be meaningless? Being in the world, who doesn't want to leave a trace in the years, so that it is worth living in heaven and earth..."

Ye Yunlan said, "I don't want to."

"But..." Chen Xianyu still tried to persuade.

Ye Yunlan only said, "Brother Chen, please go back."

Chen Xianyu saw the boredom of the people in front of him, and knew that he had completely annoyed the beauty, no matter how persuaded he would be impossible.

He wrinkled his face bitterly.

But if such a beauty can't be included in his book of beauty, I'm afraid he won't sleep peacefully in this life.

When Ye Yunlan returned to the Zhulou, he saw Shen Shu making gestures with a wooden sword.

"What did the master do?" Shen Shu asked curiously when he came back.

Ye Yunlan said indifferently: "Get away from an annoying bamboo rat."

Shen Shu blinked without asking much.

Ye Yunlan looked at the weather, and said, "Come on, I will teach you some swordsmanship."

Shen Shu's eyes lit up suddenly, "Okay."

Ye Yunlan searched out the basic swordsmanship practiced by Tianzong disciples from his memory.

He hadn't used this sword technique for more than two hundred years, and he was a little rusty for a while, and it took a few swipes to be smooth.

But seeing Shen Shu next to him follow him to learn the movements, just for a while, the posture actually learned seven or eight points.

Ye Yunlan suddenly realized that not only the formation technique, but Shen Shu might also have an excellent talent in kendo.

Facts have proved so.

As long as he demonstrates most of the swordsmanship once, Shen Shu will be able to learn most of it, and if he explains a little bit more deeply, he won't be able to find any flaws.

Teaching and teaching, Ye Yunlan was rarely interested in fighting against each other.

After teaching a set of swordsmanship, he did not pull out the shadow sword, but bent over and picked up the flowers on the ground.

"Want to try the newly learned swordsmanship?"

Shen Shu nodded, his eyes sparkling, "Yes!"

A slight smile appeared in Ye Yunlan's eyes, "Then shoot the sword."

The master and apprentice fought each other in the open space in front of the bamboo building.

Two statures, one tall and one short, are staggered.

The young man used the sword to have a madness. Although there were still many flaws in his eyes, it made him feel a sense of oppression that he hadn't felt for a long time.

After a long time, the two people stopped.

Shen Shu's face flushed with sweat, his eyes still filled with excitement.

Although Ye Yunlan had not used all his strength, his back was soaked with sweat, and his clothes stuck to his back.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks. He panted low and tried to breathe smoothly.

Seeing that Shen Shu wanted to continue, he had no choice but to shout:

"stop."

Shen Shu stopped moving, "Master?"

"That's it for today." Ye Yunlan raised his sleeve and wiped the beads of sweat off his face.

He felt a faint pain in his chest, but he didn't show any signs on his face. He only said: "There are 17 flaws in the sword technique you just used. I will talk to you carefully."

Shen Shu looked at the sweaty thin shirt and tired eyebrows in front of him, and suddenly said, "Why...I'll go to boil water for Master first, and Master will rest and talk to me. It just so happens that I am tired too. ."

Ye Yunlan pondered for a while, he was indeed exhausted, "That's okay. But you don't need to boil water. I remember that there is a hot spring in Yanhui Peak. Soaking in it has the effect of dredging bones and muscles. It is right now, you Go with me. Let's talk while soaking."

Talking while soaking...?

Shen Shu froze.

Seeing that he did not respond, Ye Yunlan said, "What?"

Shen Shu regained his senses.

"No, nothing. Master... let's go."

—

Chen Xianyu walked leisurely on the way back to his home cave, chanting the Luoshen Fu recorded in ancient books as he walked.

"...It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and it is swaying as if the wind returns to the snow. The shoulders are cut, and the waist is as normal. The neck is stretched and the quality is exposed..."

Suddenly he heard a soft drink: "Chen Xianyu! In broad daylight. With such a wretched expression on his face, which senior sister did you abrupt?"

Chen Xianyu instinctively hugged the picture album in his arms, and said bitterly: "I didn't do anything, Sister Xiaowan, just let me go. Besides, I am not abrupt, I am just painting, and I can understand the way of painting. Haven't you seen Senior Sister Yin and they all praised me for being crazy after seeing my paintings?"

"I'm pooh, what kind of idiot is a idiot!" Lin Xiaowan said angrily, and suddenly narrowed her eyes, "I see you are always upset after seeing Junior Brother Ye last time. This time, maybe you're going to disturb Junior Brother Ye. ?"

"How could it happen?" Chen Xianyu said in a whisper. Suddenly the soles of his feet were oiled, "I have an urgent matter, so I have to go back to the cave to deal with it quickly, and I will see you later."

"Sepi, stop for me!" Lin Xiaowan's shout came from behind.

Chen Xianyu ran wildly.

After finally returning to the cave, he wiped the sweat from his head and slumped on his seat, pretending to be the people he had finally seen today.

He sighed, it would be great if he could draw the other party...

Suddenly, he took out a piece of gleaming spirit jade from his arms.

After reading the news from Lingyu, sweat oozes from the corner of his forehead, his hands are imprinted, and the secret technique is used.

A water mirror unfolded before his eyes.

A man in white gradually appeared in the water mirror.

The man sits in the pavilion with a pond of green lotus behind.

He was playing chess with one hand, and he was playing against himself, and he didn't turn half his eyes on Chen Xianyu.

Chen Xianyu still bowed his head and shouted respectfully, "Brother."

time flies.

Chen Xianyu's forehead sweat gathered more and more.

It was not until the end of a game that the man looked sideways towards the water mirror.

He gave birth to a face that looked like an immortal Qingjun, which closely resembled Chen Xianyu.

-If you ask Chen Xianyu which person he fears most in this world.

That must be his elder brother.

Chen Weiyuan.