Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The blood is dazzling.

Shen Shu stared closely at Ye Yunlan's pale side face, and stared at the hand of the white-haired man clinging to Ye Yunlan's back.

Sunlight came in from outside the window sill, reflecting the distortion of the young man's shadow.

"Who are you, what are you doing to Master!"

Ye Yunlan heard Shen Shu's voice, raised his sweaty eyelashes, and looked at the boy standing by the door.

Why did Shen Shu come here...

Everyone knows that Emperor Qiyun, the lord of the Tianzong, hates demonic cultivators, and the Xuanqing Du'er sword in his hand is specially for punishing demons. Most demonic cultivators who dare to show their deeds under his nose can't escape the end of the divine soul.

Shen Shu is a semi-finished demon puppet, and the filthy air in his body has not been completely removed. If he makes a move on impulse, he will expose his identity in front of Lord Qiyun...

Ye Yunlan said dumbly: "Go out."

Shen Shu was taken aback, "Master?"

Ye Yunlan closed his eyes, and the drop of sweat rolled down from his eyelashes and landed on the back of his tight hand, splashing a silent splash of water.

"I'll speak out." He repeated hoarsely.

But this time, Shen Shu was not as obedient as usual.

He stayed on the spot, stubbornly said: "Master is injured, I...can't go."

As he said, there was a dark surging in his eyes.

Ye Yunlan whispered: "It's just a small injury."

The icy spiritual power of Jun Qiyun flushed through his body, suppressing the restless spirit of the fire. It's just that the meridians that have been damaged in the body are fragile, and pain is inevitable during such intense washing, and he let out a low muffled grunt.

Shen Shu: "Master!"

"Contract mind." The man behind him suddenly said, and the heavy spiritual pressure locked his whole body. Ye Yunlan only felt that his perception of the outside world had suddenly become blurred, as if separated by a thick film.

—He can't hear Shen Shu's voice anymore.

The back of Ye Yunlan's hand stretched tighter, revealing the blue and winding meridians.

The lack of shadow is by your side.

If he had just been reborn, he had already used the sword to initiate a forbidden technique when Jun Qiyun was forcing him to heal his wounds. Even if he might die with the opponent, he would use this to break through the trapped Buddha Tower in the previous life for a hundred years. Leave the fear demon behind.

-He is no longer the one who was suppressed in the Pagoda Tower and was helpless to fight back.

But not now.

Now he is worried.

In the long dark night, he took a cedar flower and left a little wolf pup by his side ever since.

The little wolf cub was still immature and very clingy, but he didn't have time to grow up to be alone in the future.

He looked at the boy standing by the door.

The young man seemed to be saying something, but he couldn't hear it anymore, and his vision was hazy and unreal.

"Listen to what a teacher said." Ye Yunlan spoke again, his voice low and dull, "good."

"The lord... is just helping to heal the teacher."

Healing?

Shen Shu stopped when he wanted to rush to Ye Yunlan.

He looked at the white-haired man sitting cross-legged on the bed.

From beginning to end, this person never explained a word to him. As if disdain.

"Heal... Master's injury, did it happen again?"

Shen Shu looked at the dazzling blood on Ye Yunlan's lips and clenched his fists.

He remembered Ye Yunlan's stiffness and sluggishness at that moment when the sea of ​​flowers was just being discussed—was that time? Or earlier?

Ye Yunlan did not answer again.

He could not hear.

"Is it because of me, Master..." Shen Shu said in a dumb voice, but saw the expressionless white-haired man turned his head and glanced at him with a light pupil.

At a glance, there seemed to be endless frost and snow passing by, and the black shadow at his feet stood still.

-It seems to have encountered a natural enemy.

"Noisy," the man said.

Shen Shu felt that he was pushed out of the bedroom by a force, and the door slammed shut in front of him.

That power seems to have no root and no source, without any action in front of him, and it seems that there is nowhere and everywhere in the world.

He remembered what the Master said, Transcendence is the boundary between immortality and mortal.

So this is the power of Transcendence Realm?

He looked at the closed door in front of him, and his mind was the pale side face of his master in cold sweat when he was healed. His five fingers slowly squeezed into his palm, oozing blood.

He clearly said that he must protect the master.

But he could only watch a strange man heal his master, but he could only stand beside him, unable to say a word of concern on his face.

He thought of the hostile hostility to his master in the Tingfeng Pavilion. He Lanze who thinks of things lavishly in the bamboo house. I thought of the Senior Sister Yin that I met in Xingquan Peak, who was teasing Master.

The excitement that came out of the competition has completely dissipated.

Shen Shu once again deeply realized that he was so weak and small, but the people who coveted his master were all powerful.

Suddenly, Shen Shu couldn't contain it and gave birth to a kind of ambition to become stronger.

Only become stronger.

In order to stay with Master forever.

-As the spiritual pressure that imprisoned the whole body slowly disappeared, the Shenhuo injury in the body stabilized again.

But when Ye Yunlan perceives the spiritual power in his body that does not belong to him at all, he has a deep disgust in his eyebrows.

—This is why he is unwilling to go to Monarch Qiyun to heal his injuries.

"That boy just now, is your apprentice?" Jun Qi Yun stepped off the bed and suddenly said.

Ye Yunlan expressionlessly raised his hand to organize the clothes, "Yes."

"He has a hostile spirit, he is unsure, and has the means to become a demon." Jun Qiyun judged lightly.

Ye Yunlan's heart was shocked, but the expression on his face still didn't show a clue: "So what?"

"If I were you, I would order him to think over the cliff and ask his heart until he cleared his hostility, and then allowed him to embark on the path. Otherwise, with his disposition, he will easily become devilish in the future." Jun Qiyun Indifferently.

Ye Yunlan said coldly: "Xianzun is really insightful. You can judge a person's temperament just by seeing it once."

How could Jun Qiyun couldn't hear the ridicule in his words, he only felt that this person was as fragile as the cyan flower branch held in his hand, yet he was prickly and sharp, always thinking of hurting others.

...But it doesn't matter if you will break the root or stem because of it.

He suddenly said, "The reason why you refused to accept me as a disciple is because of him?"

Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, "If Xianzun thinks so, there is nothing wrong with it."

Qiyun Jundao: "You have an excellent kendo talent. You should concentrate on condensing this way, instead of wasting your talent and focusing on other things."

Ye Yunlan: "Whether it should be or not is my own business, I don't care about the immortal. The healing is over, please go back to the immortal."

Jun Qiyun stared at the cold brows and eyes of the person in front of him, except that the blood-stained lips had a slight arc of mockery, which was beautiful and shocking, but he did not seem to care about him at all.

He still couldn't understand the origin of this person's disgusting attitude towards him.

Suddenly, I thought about what this person would look like if he really laughed.

…Will it be as light and beautiful as the person in his dream, as if the entire peach grove bloomed for him.

—When Ye Yunlan walked out of the room, Shen Shu was no longer visible.

He walked to the bath room and found that the young man was soaking in the wooden barrel in silence. He walked over and whispered, "Shen Shu."

Shen Shu responded in a low voice, "Master."

After this sound, he was silent again, neither yelling pain as usual, nor secretly raising his eyes to look at him.

Ye Yunlan: "What's wrong."

Shen Shu shook his head, "Nothing."

This is clearly something on my mind.

Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, and said: "That person just now is the Sect Master of Heavenly Sect. He was entrusted to heal me, so you don't have to worry about it."

Shen Shu sullenly said: "I'm not worried."

Still insincere.

Ye Yunlan rubbed his head helplessly, and said softly, "Tell me what the **** is going on as a teacher."

He coaxed and coaxed, Shen Shu finally raised his head.

Then he was taken aback and saw that the boy's eyes were clearly red.

"The recurrence of Master's injury is related to me?" Shen Shu asked him.

Ye Yunlan was silent for a moment, and said, "The injury of being a teacher is not completely complete, it's none of your business."

"Master is lying to me again." Shen Shu said.

The steam was steaming from the wooden barrel, and the boy's eyes seemed to be stained with hazy mist. When he saw that he did not answer, his expression was slightly dim.

"I said, I will find the best elixir in the world for Master and heal her injuries." He whispered, "I will definitely do it."

"So, the next time Master's injury strikes, is it okay, don't hide it from me?"

Over the years, Ye Yunlan has walked alone in the world, and has long been accustomed to shouldering everything by himself.

At this moment, listening to the serious words of the young man, he was suddenly at a loss.

As he delayed in answering, the boy stared at him unblinkingly.

The rising heat condensed drops of water on the boy's eyelashes, and then ran down his pale cheeks.

In the end it is soft-hearted.

Ye Yunlan reached out and wiped the wet marks on the boy's face with his fingers, and agreed.

"good."

-time flies.

Winter.

Qingyun Mountain is snowing.

Ye Yunlan sat in front of the book table, reading the scrolls in his hand attentively.

He was wrapped in a fluffy fox fur, long black hair draped behind him, and a white face appeared in the fluff.

The stove was burning incense in the room, and there were several red plums in a vase in the corner.

The window was wide open, and the outside world could be seen wrapped in silver, but no wind and snow poured into the house, and a layer of transparent ripples could be seen faintly.

—It is a barrier set up on the window sash that can block the wind and snow.

The house is quiet and quiet.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps.

The study door was pushed open, and a young man in black came in with a celadon bowl in his hand.

"Master."

Ye Yunlan raised his head and said, "Why did you come back so early today?"

The young man said: "It's cold in the mountains, and the disciple is worried about Master's body, so he came back earlier."

He was dressed in black, with ponytails and hair tied up, and his face was handsome and stern, and he could vaguely see how young he was when he was young.

It's just that the gloomy and hostile spirit at the beginning seems to have disappeared with the passing of the years.

He now seemed to be no different from any disciple cultivated by the righteous way of Xianmen since childhood, and even better.

Ye Yunlan looked at Shen Shu with a slight emotion in his heart.

Three years ago, after the filthy qi in Shen Shu's body was removed, he taught Shen Shu the method of spiritual qi cultivation.

Although he had already expected Shen Shu's aptitude, in only three years, he broke through the three realms and was promoted to the Golden Core. With such a aptitude, I am afraid that all the geniuses in the realm of comprehension are beyond the reach.

As apprentices have achieved success in their studies, they are naturally gratified as a master.

only…

"Master, this is the heart-quenching snow lotus that I have newly found. It has been warmed with a low fire for twelve hours, and it has the effect of nourishing the heart and spleen and nourishing the spiritual veins."

Shen Shu walked over with the porcelain bowl, leaning on the book case to look at him.

Those dark eyes were narrower and sharper than when they were young, but the color of their pupils when they looked at him is still pure and serious.

His voice is still between youth and juvenile, with a little dumbness in the deep.

"I have taken out the lotus heart and added rock sugar, it's not bitter."

Shen Shu picked up the porcelain spoon, put it on his lips and blew gently, and asked him in a low voice.

"Master, have a taste, okay?"