Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Moonlight is like water.

Ye Yunlan no longer looked at Chen Weiyuan, but said calmly to Xu Qingyue: "Friend Xu Dao, we seem to have never met before."

Xu Qingyue laughed, "It is true that Fellow Ye Daoist has never seen me. But I have seen you...and have seen your sword."

Ye Yunlan: "You have seen me and my sword, so what?"

His tone was really cold, but Xu Qingyue seemed to be unaware of it, her face was still smiling, her eyes were extremely clear and brilliant.

He is a much better beauty than Rong Ran. This outstanding performance is shown by the appearance of three points, while the seven points are shown by tolerance.

Although Rong Ran is gentle and elegant, but there is a bit of untrue and false, a bit less vivid and lively, Xu Qingyue has a clear temperament, and when she can look at people, she has an unconcealed desire for clarity in her eyes, which is very direct.

It makes people want to hold all the stars in the sky in front of him.

Xu Qingyue said: "I am a sword repairman, and so are Dao friends."

Ye Yunlan: "Not bad."

"Between sword repairers, admiring each other's swordsmanship, isn't it commonplace to want to associate with them?" Xu Qingyue said seriously.

Ye Yunlan: "I'm just a mortal with a sorrowful cultivation base. How can I be in the eyes of Daoists."

"The level of kendo is never based on cultivation." Xu Qingyue shook her head, "I like your sword."

As he said, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly.

He slowly drew out the long sword with his back behind him, and lay it in front of him. He flicked his fingers and the sword sounded loudly and pleasantly. "This sword is made of immortal extremely cold iron, and its name is Promise. It weighs more than a thousand catties. It has the ability to break yin and yang, listen to it. Voice, I also like you very much."

Two "likes" in his mouth made Chen Weiyuan's eyebrows jump slightly.

Jian Xiu wanted to meet and make friends more directly than ordinary people. Usually show the good with the sword first, if the other party approves, come faster than all other words.

Ye Yunlan is Jian Xiu, but no Jian Xiu in the previous life dared to get acquainted with him. And in this life, except for his apprentice, he does not intend to associate with anyone.

He quietly looked at Xu Qingyue a few times, and slowly pulled the sword out of the scabbard.

"This sword, the name is missing."

Xu Qingyue praised: "The cold light is lonely and the edge is hidden. It is a good sword. I waited for the common saying of swordsmanship, people are like swords, and swords are like people. I once saw Taoists make swords at the foot of Tianchi Mountain, and I felt that Taoists are like swords. The lonely person had reverence in his heart and wanted to get acquainted with fellow Taoists."

Ye Yunlan said coldly: "That's because you were only watching at the time, but you never really faced my sword." People who have actually faced his sword would not say such things as "the heart has respect." I will only feel fear and disgust, treating him like a ghost, avoiding him for fear.

Xu Qingyue blinked, a little puzzled, "What do you mean, fellow Daoist?"

Ye Yunlan looked at him quietly.

The night wind blew his robe.

He raised the sword and pointed it at Xu Qingyue.

Xu Qingyue suddenly realized that the person in front of her had changed.

If it was said that the other party had carried the alienation and coldness that was inaccessible to others, now, it reveals the coldness and murderous intent that pierces the bones of people.

He looked like a soul coming out of the yellow spring of hell, with countless blood and bones on his feet, and the deepest death and purest death condensed on the tip of the sword.

Instinctively use their own sword intent to resist. Sweat ran along Xu Qingyue's white cheeks, and cold sweat oozes from her back.

He felt his sword shaking hands.

Vigorous blood flow in the body.

Is it because of fear?

He thought, no, not only that.

Although she was born with a good skin, Xu Qingyue was born with little perception of beauty and ugliness.

Not only to myself, but also to others.

It's just that at this moment, he looked at Ye Yunlan's pale face, and the opponent's cold murderous intent locked him, as if being stared deeply by a ghost in the yellow spring.

His hair was terrifying, but at the same time, for the first time in his life, he felt a kind of almost thrilling beauty.

…He was shocked by the fear of death and dying.

The sword in Xu Qingyue's hand fell to the ground.

On the side, Chen Weiyuan frowned, walked up to hold him, worriedly calling out, "Qingyue."

Xu Qingyue didn't answer, and gently pushed Chen Weiyuan away, squatting down to pick up the sword on the ground.

Ye Yunlan has retracted the tip of the sword. Missing Sword lay in his palm and let out a sorrowful cry.

Queying couldn't bear the sword intent he released completely. Over the years, he has been consciously controlling himself, even if he was insulted by Nangongqing's verbal insults in the small town at that time, the sword intent he released was less than three points in his heyday.

It's just that maybe it was because of meeting Chen Weiyuan that caused the hostility in his heart, and the sword intent he released just now was eight or nine points.

Xu Qingyue couldn't bear it, it was normal. And like this, if you want to come to the other party, you won't be entangled anymore to get acquainted with him.

"Shen Shu, let's go."

He took the sword into its sheath, and said to his side Shen Shu.

Shen Shu: "Master respects the sword intent, so amazing."

Ye Yunlan's eyebrows were slightly relaxed, "If you practice hard, you will be able to become a teacher from now on."

Shen Shu looked at this man Xiao Shu eyebrows.

He has always known that his master is not as weak as his appearance. In the past few years, he has practiced kendo, and he has gradually realized that the master’s ability to possess such a sword intent is not something that can be achieved by peaceful practice. In the past years when he has not participated, how much hardship has been experienced by the master before death can The understanding of the way of destruction is so deep that he feels distressed if he thinks a little bit.

He was about to embrace him more than once and protect him from wind and rain, but now, after all, it is not the time.

I had to whisper: "...Yes."

"Friend Daoist Ye, wait a moment." Ye Yunlan was about to leave when he heard Xu Qingyue's slightly dumb voice.

He turned to look, and saw Xu Qingyue's red eyes, which seemed to be filled with mist and unusual light.

"Friends of Daoist swordsmanship is superb. Qingyue knows that it is far inferior to that of fellow Daoists." Xu Qingyue said, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly clasped her sword and fists, "If possible, Qingyue has a presumptuous request."

He leaned deeply, "Please ask fellow Taoists to accept me as a disciple."

Chen Weiyuan's expression changed.

"Qingyue, you are a disciple of the Tanqing Sect, and even a member of the Xu family, how can you apprehend the disciples of the outer sect casually?"

"Tan Qingzong is good at medicine, and very few people practice swords. Nowadays, the swordsmanship is all made by me. It's just that the sword is a long journey, and it is difficult to build a car behind closed doors." Xu Qingyue insisted, "Although I am a disciple of the Tan Qingzong, but It’s no different from being named. I often feel incompatible with the sect. If a Taoist friend accepts me as a disciple, I can leave the sect at any time and follow you to practice in Dongzhou. My father has always supported me to practice swords, and he will understand me if he thinks about it."

Shen Shu's complexion also changed.

Even though I didn’t want to admit it, the Xu Qingyue in front of me was indeed very good-looking, and he also said that he wanted to leave the sect for the master and follow the master to Dongzhou—but listened to Ye Yunlan: "I will not take it again in this life. Disciple. Shen Shu is my only disciple. Fellow Daoists, please come back."

Xu Qingyue was anxious, "Friend Daoist Ye, I sincerely beg for this——" Ye Yunlan stopped speaking.

What else Xu Qingyue wanted to say, Chen Weiyuan took his hand and reprimanded in a low voice, "Qingyue. Don't continue to be rude."

Xu Qingyue was stunned. After a long while, after feeling Ye Yunlan's sword intent, the unstoppable turbulence in her heart eased over.

He practiced smoothly since he was a child, and has never encountered anyone else's rejection. He raised his eyes and peeped at Ye Yunlan's cold expression, only to realize that he took the liberty to be abrupt and feared that he was getting bored.

He didn't know what was wrong, he was silent for a while, and finally suppressed his mood and opened the Green Wood Pill Box in his hand.

The pill box contained a cyan pill, surrounded by light green grass and trees, as if it contained endless vitality.

"You Daoyou Ye, this is the best pill for rejuvenation of plants and trees, which has the effect of nourishing meridians and rejuvenating dead wood." Xu Qingyue said softly, his eyes were still a little red, and I don't know if he was just scared by the sword intent or was wronged, but his voice It has returned to a stable level, "Regardless of whether the Daoist is willing to accept me as a disciple, please accept this medicinal pill. The Daoist’s cultivation is exhausted, and perhaps this pill will help the Daoist’s injury... This is also clear. You don’t need to think too much about what you are going to give to fellow daoists when you come here this time."

Ye Yunlan lowered his eyes to look at the pill in his hand, "I don't need the pill. My injury is not cured by ordinary pill."

"So what method can heal the injuries of fellow daoists? I will find them for you." Xu Qingyue insisted, "I don't ask fellow daoists to accept me as a disciple. two."

Ye Yunlan didn't answer Xu Qingyue's question, only said: "My kendo is not for you." He understood that Chen Weiyuan's best friend in his previous life was originally a sword idiot.

For those who are obsessed with swordsmanship, his attitude is finally a little less indifferent, "Your sword is pure, but you have less perseverance and fierceness. More than mortal experience, in a hundred years, you may have the Hinayana."

Xu Qingyue was taken aback, and realized that Ye Yunlan was pointing him to the kendo, and she lowered her head and said, "Thank you...Thank you for your guidance."

Ye Yunlan nodded faintly, and said, "It's too early. I still want to teach my apprentice how to practice swords. You Daoyou Xu, let's not pass it."

Xu Qingyue was lost, and after all she did not stay.

The two figures of the master and apprentice gradually moved away and disappeared on the path of the Moon Shadow Wall.

From beginning to end, did Ye Yunlan never look at Chen Weiyuan next to him again.

As if he didn't exist.

This is the first time Chen Weiyuan has been ignored by this in his life. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the two figures away.

"Senior Brother Chen, is there really no way to heal his injuries?" Xu Qingyue was silent for a long time before speaking again, but the topic still focused on the person just now.

Chen Weiyuan frowned slightly and said lightly: "Not necessarily."

After all, before Xu Qingyue could speak, he used his finger to pinch the opponent's fortune-telling.

But only saw a hazy.

This shouldn't be.

He tentatively counted again, but suddenly felt choking in his chest, suddenly his throat was sweet, and a rusty smell emerged from it.

Chen Weiyuan slowly swallowed the blood in his mouth.

This is the backlash that can only be caused by forcing the calculation of things that are not suitable for calculation.

Perhaps it was because the other party's cultivation level was far superior to him, or perhaps it was because this person had something to do with him.

Logically speaking, he should stop at this moment.

He pondered for a moment, but he seemed to have a premonition in the midst of it, that he must know the answer today.

So he no longer hesitated, consumed the power of the blood, and used the secret method of the clan to perform calculations again.

This time, in the unpredictable secret, finally there was a dim response.

Chen Weiyuan's fingertips stopped in the void, and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

The other party... is actually his destined Taoist companion.

It is clear that ten years ago, when he estimated his future companion, Xu Qingyue was pointed to by his fate.