Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The night is quiet.

A little bit of fluorescent flying on the lake.

On the shore, the young man in black clothes and hair was holding a long sword, wielding a sharp sword aura.

The starlight reflected the cold light on the sword body, and the youth's face was hidden in the dark night. The only pair of eyes that were as bright as a cold star still did not appear dim in the interlaced bright light of the sword.

Ye Yunlan watched his disciple Shijian, "In the past three years, I have taught you the sword technique for the sky, including the three types of "Thunder", "Electricity", and "Sudden Rain". You have all achieved great success."

He paused, seeming to be meditating for a while, before saying: "There is one last thing left,'Wei Lan', let me take a look."

Shen Shu raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead and said, "Yes, Master."

He took a deep breath, tried his best to calm the hostility in his heart, and all his thoughts, raised the long sword in his hand, imagining that there was a flat lake in front of the long sword, and the long sword swept across the lake like a breeze. .

But as soon as the sword used it, he felt a feeling in his heart.

inappropriate.

Ye Yunlan's voice also sounded at the same time.

"Shen Shu."

Shen Shu stopped moving, bowed his head and shouted in a low voice: "Master."

A bit of disappointment rose in my heart.

He is extremely talented in kendo. He masters the three styles of "Thunder", "Electricity", and "Rainbow". The mastery speed is extremely fast. Only this style of "Wei Lan" has been training for half a year, but still can't hear it. My master gave a satisfied applaud.

He actually knows why.

There are too many longings and delusions in his heart, and he can't achieve the state of mind that "Wei Lan" needs.

Thinking of disappointing Master again, Shen Shu silently clenched the sword in his hand.

But Ye Yunlan didn’t expect that Ye Yunlan would only say, “You don’t need to be discouraged. There are only three styles of Yingtian swordsmanship. You can learn it in just three years, and you have surpassed countless swordsmanship in this world. This fourth style is for a teacher. It’s added later. If you hadn’t seen the teacher’s comments when you flipped through the sword book before, and you were entangled with the teacher to learn, the teacher would not teach you."

Yingtian sword technique is the sword technique he chose specially for Shen Shu.

Although there are only three types, there are endless changes.

Moreover, the swordsmanship is sharp, which is suitable for young and energetic Shen Shu who still does not know how to converge.

At the beginning, he was sent to the Demon Palace. After Mo Zun removed the spirit lock ring that Chen Weiyuan used to confine his spiritual power for him, the first sword technique he learned was the Yingtian sword technique.

When he first saw this sword technique in the Mozun Collection Pavilion, he liked the artistic conception of the sword technique very much.

Later, after Mozun discovered that he had practiced Yingtian Sword Art, he said with great interest that he would practice with him, and compare, who could learn faster.

The loser will be punished.

The realm of Demon Swordsmanship is much higher than that of him, and since Swordsmanship is by analogy, he is naturally inferior to the opponent.

And the other party's punishment was probably some bad taste in the bed, even if it was not better than swordsmanship, this person always has other reasons to toss him, he has long been used to it.

After the warmth is over, the Demon Venerable will hold him and break every bit of the sword technique into pieces and talk to him.

The Demon Venerable at that time was rarely attentive and gentle.

There are a lot of swordsmanship practices in his mind. After the demon master learns it, he learns it one step at a time, and then tells him his experience and understanding in detail.

Mozun used it as a pleasure back then.

It's just that even Mozun did not derive the Yingtian sword technique into the fourth formula.

Although it is derived from the Yingtian sword technique, the artistic conception of "Wei Lan" is completely different from the previous styles of thunder and lightning.

The stagnant water is faintly.

If the heart is stagnant, there will be slight waves.

This is the sword technique that he evolved after landing on Taxu. Under a sword, the heavenly secret array that no one could break for thousands of years was shattered in front of him and disappeared.

Another nickname given to this style of swordsmanship by the world is "annihilation."

"Some swordsmanship is not something you can comprehend at your current age and experience, as well as your current character."

"If you can, I would rather you as a teacher, never have to understand the true meaning of this style of swordsmanship."

Ye Yunlan rubbed Shen Shu's head.

Shen Shu had been born very high, and he was touched at the moment, but he was still like a teenager, and he dropped his head in his palm.

The hair is soft and itchy in the palm of his hand.

Ye Yunlan said: "You don't have to be entangled in one style of swordsmanship. Come, you and your teacher will also be warming up for the Daoist meeting tomorrow."

Since that time Ye Yunlan was injured, Shen Shu has not fought Ye Yunlan for a long time, "Master, your body..."

"I just tried the Sword Realm with Xu Qingyue. Although I didn't release the sword, I still have the sword energy. If you don't vent it through the discussion, it will be more troublesome." Ye Yunlan said, "Don't worry. Get the sword."

Shen Shu pursed his lips, greeted Ye Yunlan's cold gaze, and his beakless tone, finally slowly drew his sword.

After the competition, the master and apprentice rested.

Ye Yunlan sat leaning against the willow tree.

The silver weeping willow swayed beside him, and he put one hand on his lap, quietly looking at the night sky.

The stars are vast and far away.

Like some people and things, there is no recollection.

Sitting next to Ye Yunlan, Shen Shu had been observing the situation of his master, lest Ye Yunlan would suddenly cough and bleed.

After watching quietly for a long time, the other side's face was pale and quiet, as if faintly shimmering.

They were so close, the other side seemed farther away than the bright moon in the sky.

Shen Shu suddenly felt tight, and suddenly said, "Master, let me rub your shoulders for you."

Just after discussing it, there was indeed a bit of soreness in the shoulder, Ye Yunlan nodded lightly without necessity.

Shen Shuyi propped up his body with his hands and rubbed his shoulders in front of Ye Yunlan.

His hands are slender and strong, with the thin calluses he used to practice swords all year round, and the strength of rubbing his shoulders is not light or heavy, and it is very comfortable.

The young man knelt in front of him with his head down, his eyelashes dropped and his brows were handsome.

Ye Yunlan raised his head and ran into the dark and deep eyes of the other party. There seemed to be a deep current, but there was also gentleness.

He was in a trance for a moment.

Very similar.

Much like that year when he was lying under the apricot tree, the petals fell on the man's shoulder, and the man poured spiritual power into his body little by little, staring deeply at him.

The danger of restraint, the gentleness of the bones.

He raised his hand and slowly touched the profile of the person in front of him.

"Master?" Shen Shu said dumbly.

Ye Yunlan suddenly recovered and put his hand down. He turned his face and whispered, "It's nothing."

He didn't see, Shen Shu's dark eyes suddenly became deep after he let go.

It's always the case.

Shen Shu thought.

Always distracted suddenly, or staring at something in a daze. Sometimes I was clearly looking at him, but it was like looking at others through him.

Master, what are you thinking?

"Let's go back." Ye Yunlan stood up and said, "Tomorrow, you need to rest early and nurture your energy."

Shen Shu: "...good."

-Psychic Stream, Purple Moon Valley.

In this discussion meeting, the disciples from the Northern Territory Sect were all assigned to the Purple Moon Valley.

"Qingyue, this cave house you chose has a very good environment."

Chen Weiyuan sat on the jade stool, Qingjun with a faint smile on his face, but his face was a little pale.

Xu Qingyue walked with a cup of tea, frowning, "Brother Chen, the power of blood is not endless, there is no such thing as you want to use."

He placed the tea cup in front of Chen Weiyuan, and the sound of the tea cup hitting the table was a bit heavy, showing Xu Qingyue's anger, "No wonder you Chen Clan are short-lived. Really, really half do not cherish yourself..."

Chen Weiyuan said, "Spying on the secrets of the heavens would have to pay a price." He said, and suddenly smiled, "Qingyue is so worried about me, are you afraid that she will have a short-lived husband in the future?"

Xu Qingyue pursed her lips and did not answer. He and Chen Weiyuan met twelve years ago.

In the beginning, it was Chen Weiyuan that he approached actively.

At that time they were still young, and he admired Chen Weiyuan in the martial arts competition and wanted to get acquainted.

But later, it was Chen Weiyuan who pursued him.

They were already close friends at that time, and Chen Weiyuan's confession shocked him. He thought that Chen Weiyuan was befriending him because it turned out that he was treated as a woman, and he was angry for a long time.

However, Chen Weiyuan told him very seriously that he was uncomfortable and at a loss for Chen Weiyuan’s pursuit. At first, he avoided seeing him. However, he was in danger in a secret realm. He and Chen Weiyuan were in danger together, and the other side took care of him everywhere. Also injured to protect him.

Later he agreed to the other party's pursuit.

He felt that he should like Chen Weiyuan. Therefore, he will want to meet with each other, and anxiously worry about the injury of the other party.

But he still doesn't understand whether like and love are the same thing.

Suddenly, Xu Qingyue's mind flashed past the way Ye Yunlan's sword was pointed at him today.

Suddenly his heart beat violently again.

what happened to him?

"Don't worry," Chen Weiyuan stood up and shook his hand. "Senior brother has his own measures. Besides, isn't there you still."

Chen Weiyuan lowered his head and kissed his forehead, "The Xu family has the blood of ancient wood spirits, and the vital energy circulates endlessly. As long as we both cultivate together in the future, this blood is depleted, and it is nothing."

Although Xu Qingyue is not affectionate, it is not that she does not understand the word "double repair". For a while, her cheeks are red and bright and beautiful.

Chen Weiyuan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and said in a low voice, "...Qingyue."

Xu Qingyue felt Chen Weiyuan's breathing spray on his forehead. Chen Weiyuan always liked to be close to him like this when there was no one. He was very ashamed at first, and then slowly got used to it, but today he feels a little discomfort for some reason.

"How to distract, huh?" Chen Weiyuan suddenly said.

Xu Qingyue suddenly pushed him away and hurriedly said, "Brother Chen, tomorrow...tomorrow I will also participate in the Daoist Forum."

"I think that Daoyou Ye and his disciples will also participate in the Daoist Forum. If I can defeat his disciples, will he be impressed?"

Chen Weiyuan said, "Qingyue, why are you still thinking about others? Brother is angry." Pretending to be a little angry, seeing Xu Qingyue at a loss, he chuckled again, "Senior brother just made a joke to tease you. Okay, Qingyue, go and rest."

Xu Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother also rest early."

Chen Weiyuan nodded.

After walking out of Xu Qingyue's Dongfu, Chen Weiyuan smiled suddenly but constricted.

——Chen Weiyuan had a dream.

He was walking in the thick snow.

The heavy snow fell on his shoulders.

Far away, he saw a man standing under a white plum tree holding a lamp, and he didn't know how long he had waited for him.

The figure was thin and thin, standing in the wind and snow, making him rare to give birth to a trace of pity.

The other party walked towards him with a light.

He couldn't see the other party's face clearly, only saw a slender white hand, gently brushing the snow from his shoulder.

His heart moved suddenly, and before the person withdrew his hand, he suddenly grabbed the opponent's hand and pulled the person into his arms.

That hand is very soft.

The body leaning against him is also very soft.

Soft to his heart.

The picture turns.

He is dealing with official duties before the book case.

Suddenly a cold and gentle fragrance surrounded him. It seems to be the aroma of white plum, but it also seems to contain other things.

Someone walked up to him and gently placed a cup of hot tea beside him.

Call him softly: "Husband."