Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

It is late at night.

Ye Yunlan was sitting by the window with his head down and reading. The candlelight reflected his face, and his eyelashes cast a thick shadow under his eyes.

The candle wick burned with a crackling sound. There are occasional cicadas singing outside the window.

The lingering pain in his body still lingered, he suddenly felt a little nauseated in his chest, frowned for a moment, and then coughed with a low lip.

After a while, the coughing gradually stopped.

He looked down, his palms were dazzling bright red.

The door was suddenly opened with a creak.

The man with a high crown in Xuanfu walked in with the medicine bowl.

"Junior brother, I just heard you coughing again..." He Lanze was shocked when he saw Ye Yunlan sitting by the window, and hurriedly walked over to put down the medicine bowl, "With your injury now, you can't leave the Hanyu bed at will. Come, let Brother first help you back to bed to rest."

Ye Yunlan avoided his hand and yelled calmly: "Big Brother."

He Lanze stopped his movements, his face was full of worries: "What's the matter, Junior Brother?"

Ye Yunlan looked at him.

He Lanze in his previous life never showed such an expression to him.

This person would only look at him with disgusting eyes, as if he was looking at a mouse in the depths of the gutter, or the dirty dust on the ground.

Young Mu Qiang. He Lanze is a sword repairer, and so is he.

He was full of longing for this sect master.

He had waited outside the Helanze Gate in the cold winter of Liuqiu, hoping to get some guidance from the other party. However, after waiting for a long time, the heavy snow fell on his shoulders, but he only waited for the other party's "roll".

He used to prepare a gift before the other party’s birthday. However, at the birthday banquet, the sword talisman he drew was thrown on the ground by the opponent sneered and trampled into a pile of waste paper by the disciples surrounding the other party giving gifts. .

Later, in the Zongmen Law Enforcement Hall, he was slandered and killed his fellow disciples, but He Lanze didn't listen to his explanation, so he pierced his dantian with a sword and watched coldly as he was dragged down three thousand steps outside the mountain gate by angry disciples.

The only thing he said during the period was the sentence that was left behind with a sneer when he lifted the mask on his face in public, looking at his face burned by the fire-

"It's disgusting."

There was no expression on Ye Yunlan's face.

"I'm fine, I can go by myself," he said.

He Lanze stared greedily at Ye Yunlan's face.

The warm yellow candlelight swayed, and the eyebrows of the people in front of them were beautiful, but they still looked tired and pale, like the snow that will not fall on the branches of the cold sky.

Only the scarlet mole at the end of the eye became more vivid in the fire, like a silent drop of blood and tears.

Both fragile and scorching.

"You coughed up blood in your hand, are you okay?" He Lanze said with reproach. He held Ye Yunlan's pale and slender hand, but this time he couldn't let Ye Yunlan resist any more, knelt to the ground on one knee, took out a Jinpai and wiped the blood on his hand.

From the tip of the finger to the base of the finger, to every finger joint, every line in the palm, every inch of skin.

After Ye Yunlan couldn't move, he let him wipe it.

He sits on a red sandalwood carved chair with drooping eyebrows, neither anger nor anger, his expression is not vivid, and even looks like a dummy.

But it is still breathtakingly beautiful.

As soon as He Lanze raised his eyes, he could not help but breathe as he saw the splendid beauty rushing towards his face.

In a daze, the opponent's fingertips have been removed from his palm.

Ye Yunlan leaned on the carved chair to get up, and the plain white long sleeves fell down. He didn't cast his eyes on He Lanze. He just picked up the lamp and walked slowly into the inner room.

A blue silk was scattered behind him, swaying with his staggering pace.

He Lanze recovered and hurriedly picked up the medicine bowl on the table and followed him into the inner room.

There was a cold jade bed in the inner room, and the bed was exuding faint cold mist.

Ye Yunlan was already sitting by the bed, and the cold breath of the Hanyu bed invaded his body, warming the broken meridians in his body.

However, for this body that has been destroyed into ruins, no matter how warm it is, it is nothing but futile.

He picked up the Missing Sword placed on the head of the bed, slowly pulled it out, and lay it horizontally on his knees.

Starting with the long sword, there seemed to be some differences in his whole person.

Suddenly, the empty skin bag was filled with the soul, and the thin back became as straight as a sword.

Ye Yunlan wiped Jian Feng with his fingertips. He placed the candlelight on the bedside, and the shadow of the flame flickered on the sword.

The beauty looked at the sword with the lamp on, it was a beautiful scene, but He Lanze felt a little chill.

He only thought it was caused by being too close to the cold jade bed. He didn't take it seriously. He only sighed secretly. In the end, Junior Brother was still reluctant to give up practicing sword training. The damage is serious. It is fine to practice swords occasionally on weekdays, but you must never use your spiritual power.

Without using spiritual power, a monk is equivalent to a mortal.

In the Tianzong where strength is respected, Ye Yunlan has been considered completely abolished.

"I know." Ye Yunlan said.

He Lanze pityed him, his tone softened, and said, "Senior brother has already achieved something in swordsmanship. He just broke through the master realm half a year ago. If he doesn't know anything about sword practice in the future, he can always come to me for inquiries."

Ye Yunlan did not answer.

In his previous life, he waited hard for what Bansu Fengxue could not achieve, but now He Lanze promised him the exit at will.

It's just that he doesn't need it anymore.

The world divides kendo into five realms, namely the five realms of Qi Zong, Concentration, Master, Hinayana, and Mahayana. Being able to break through the realm of masters, considering He Lanze's age, is considered a natural resource.

However, in the last life, there was another realm outside the five realms, and the world was left alone for Ye Yunlan.

For the Venerable Realm.

He Lanze sighed, only saying that Ye Yunlan was so reticent because of his depression. He picked up a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine spoon, blew out the heat, took a spoonful of medicinal soup, and handed it to Ye Yunlan's lips, "Junior brother, let's drink the medicine."

Ye Yunlan turned his head, "I can drink it myself."

He Lanze pursed his thin lips slightly. He was born with extremely talented people and looked at his peers. He had never done such a meticulous care of others, and he didn't expect that the other party would not appreciate it.

But facing that face, he really couldn't get angry.

He Lanze had to pass the medicine bowl to Ye Yunlan. Ye Yunlan didn't use the medicine spoon, handed the bowl to his lips and drank. He raised his head slightly, revealing a long, white neck, his Adam's apple slowly rolling, and the sound of swallowing the medicinal soup was very soft, and He Lanze was very careful to be able to hear it.

The five fingers clasped on the black porcelain medicine bowl are long and pale, with distinct bone joints. They are a hand that is very suitable for holding a sword, but also very suitable for... to hold something else.

"Junior Brother Ye," when Ye Yunlan finished drinking the medicine, He Lanze suddenly spoke, with a slightly muted voice, "I don't understand one thing, you obviously have a good life, why did you always wear a mask before and refused to reveal your true appearance? "

Ye Yunlan: "I just want to concentrate on practicing swords."

He did not lie.

Someone once told him that appearance is the most useless thing for practitioners, and it can even cause disaster.

That person also made a mask for him, and told him to wear it as much as possible when he was at the door.

He met that person when he was young. After being taken into the sect by that person, he was taken care of by that person a lot. He has always listened to that person's words and arrangements. So every time I go out, I will seriously wear a mask.

Later, his face was burned by the sacred fire in the secret realm, and the mask became a means to cover the scars, even when he slept alone at night, he never took it off.

"I just want to concentrate on practicing swords and don't want to be disturbed by foreign objects. I thought Junior Brother..." He Lanze's voice became more and more muffled. He didn't say any more. Instead, he took the medicine bowl in Ye Yunlan's hand and suddenly got up and said, "It's late at night. , Junior Brother, rest early. I will see you again tomorrow."

Ye Yunlan nodded lightly.

He Lanze went out in a hurry.

Ye Yunlan didn't look at him, only repacked the Missing Sword.

The moment the long sword returned to its sheath, the spirit that supported him also disappeared. He leaned down, blew out the lamp lightly, then lay down on the bed wearily, closing his eyes.

The cold jade bed was cold to the bones, but there still seemed to be flames in his body eroding bones and burning his body.

Falling asleep groggy, but also sleeplessly.

The weak soul cannot carry the messy memories of more than three hundred years. Numerous pictures flashed back into his dreams. All the past events that he had deliberately forgotten and never forgotten were all coming, and he should not be allowed to breathe.

When I woke up, it was already bright.

It was early spring, and it was raining outside the window. The sound of rain is endless.

Ye Yunlan doesn't like rain.

What I don't like is listening to the rain alone.

The door was knocked suddenly.

Not He Lanze. he thinks.

After he was injured, He Lanze placed him in his home to heal his injuries, and would come to see him in the house when he was free on weekdays.

He Lanze has a habit.

Before he entered the house, he never knocked on the door.

An elegant voice sounded outside the door.

"Alan, are you awake, why don't you open the door for me?"

Ye Yunlan slowly stood up from the cold jade bed.

In Tianzong, there is only one person who will call him "Alan".

-The only pro-disciple of the Tianzong Sect Master, like the No. 1 Beauty of the Sect today, at the same time, he is also the one who led him into the sect and cared for him everywhere.

Rong dye.