Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Hearing Rong Ran's shout outside the door, Ye Yunlan frowned, and his hand holding the medicine bowl tightened suddenly.

The navy blue meridians surfaced on the back of his pale hand, and his fingertips even shook imperceptibly.

He reacted this way, not because of the arrival of Rong Ran, but because of the "master" in the other party's mouth.

Rong Ran's master, Tianzong Sect Master Qiyun, is today's supreme immortal Dao, majoring in the ruthless Dao, and a Xuanqing crossing sword, whose fame shocks the world.

-But it was also the deepest nightmare of his previous life.

If possible, Ye Yunlan would not want to see that man again in this life.

He Lanze had passed and opened the door.

Outside the door, Rong Ran was still wearing a blue suit with a smile on his face. He was a little surprised to see He Lanze who opened the door, "Brother He Lan is also in Alan's house?"

He Lanze stood by the door with arms folded, his tone of voice was not friendly, "I thought Junior Brother Rong had remembered my last reminder-when you come to someone's house, you should say hello to the host first. It is a proper gift."

"I'm really sorry." Rong Ran apologized, "It's just that I finally got the master to heal Alan, and I was surprised for a while, so I couldn't wait to call Alan over, and I didn't even bother to let the senior apprentice know. "

"—Senior brother cares about Alan's body so much, I can understand it even if I think about it, my little rudeness, right?"

He said sincerely, He Lanze had nowhere to refuse, so he had to snorted coldly, "Okay, you come in."

Rong Ran smiled at He Lanze, then crossed He Lanze and walked into the house.

He glanced around the room and stopped for a while on the red plums in the vase by the window, followed the faintly floating fragrance, walked into the inner room, and saw the man drinking medicine with his head hanging down on the cold jade bed.

Rong Ran didn't notice Ye Yunlan's strangeness. He approached, his tone of voice was very concerned, and said, "Alan was drinking medicine...Then wait for you to finish drinking, then brother will take you to heal."

Ye Yunlan only looked down at the medicine bowl and said, "I'm not going."

Rong Ran's smile stiffened, and he didn't expect Ye Yunlan to refuse.

"Why don't you go?" He softened his voice, "Although your injury has recovered a lot now, it is only temporary. If the leaked breath of Shenhuo Essence is not resolved, it will accumulate over time, and sooner or later will make your body unable to bear the burden. , It will be too late if you want to heal."

"Alan, you used to listen to senior brother the most," he went to shook Ye Yunlan's hand, "this time, I will listen to senior brother again and let him heal his injuries, okay?"

He wanted to pull Ye Yunlan to get up, but Ye Yunlan suddenly threw his hand away.

The medicine bowl fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound.

"I'm not going." Ye Yunlan repeated every word.

His voice was low and hoarse, with a strong sense of rejection, and his narrow and long eyes lifted up, revealing a sharp and sharp different from the past.

Rong Ran was stunned, he had never seen Ye Yunlan resist so much before.

He Lanze on the side was even more surprised.

In his impression, Ye Yunlan has always been very indifferent to the people around him, as if there is nothing in this world worthy of his nostalgia, and death is nothing to fear, teach him to drink medicine to take medicine, let him rest and rest, like a There is no desire. The doll of hope—

It's beautiful, but it's so beautiful that it's lonely and estranged.

But at this time, the tranquil beauty seemed to flow, even if it was just an angry refusal, it couldn't move people's eyes.

People can't help but... want to see more of his expressions.

He Lanze stepped forward and persuaded Rong Ran together: "Junior Brother Ye, Jun Qiyun has been ignoring mundane things for a long time. It is rare for him to agree to heal your injuries. You should not miss this opportunity."

Hearing the familiar name again, Ye Yunlan's brain suddenly hurt.

The gloomy and dark light in the Buddha Tower of the previous life, the winding staircase, and the numerous reliefs of Buddha statues on the wall... Suddenly a brain rushed into his mind.

He lived for more than 300 years in his previous life.

But there are more than a hundred years of it, spent in the Buddha Pagoda.

And the person who suppressed him under the Pagoda Tower was the Supreme Immortal Dao at that time, who was famous all over the world—

Jun Qiyun.

Ye Yunlan's chest was tight and painful.

Rong Ran and He Lanze were still persuading him one by one. He only felt noisy and upset, and repeated: "I don't..." but suddenly coughed violently.

The hot breath of Shenhuo spirit vented from the heart, sweeping across the broken meridians.

The pain seeps into every inch of flesh and blood, and the blood keeps pouring from the lips.

He heard the panicked voices of Rong Ran and He Lanze.

Consciousness became uncontrollably blurred.

He fainted.

—

Ye Yunlan was in a dream.

He felt that his body was falling again and again, falling to the bottom of the dark abyss, falling to pieces.

He collapsed on the ground.

In the dim light, all the gods and Buddhas on the wall were watching him. They hide in the shadows, with expressions of pity, compassion, anger, or sarcasm, with different expressions, but when reflected in his pupils, they slowly become distorted and hideous.

Only above the endless distance, there was a tiny light.

He raised his hand to grab it, but it was always hard to reach.

I don't know how long it has passed before he woke up in a cold sweat.

He found himself trapped in a soft object, and above his field of vision was the ethereal white jade dome.

The Shenhuo Essence at the heart vein was suppressed by a powerful spiritual force that did not belong to him, the scorching breath no longer flowed out, and the meridians in the body were still aching.

He barely got up, Ufa slipped off his shoulders, looked down, and found that he was lying on a bed of clouds.

—It is not a magical tool imitated by clouds, but a cloud bed that is actually taken from the flowing clouds in the sky and cut.

This is clearly an immortal means that can only be possessed after transcending the six realms of the mortal body.

There is only one person in the entire Tianzong who has such a cultivation base.

Jun Qiyun.

This place is the cave mansion of King Qiyun, Yuntian Palace.

Ye Yunlan's heart sank.

He was struggling to get off the cloud bed, but his whole body was painful and weak, and suddenly he heard a cold man's voice in his ear: "Wake up?"

Ye Yunlan looked up suddenly and saw a tall man standing outside the palace gate.

White-clothed crane cloak, silver-haired high crown, a handsome and indifferent face, like a ruthless immortal **** in the nine heavens.

Ye Yunlan subconsciously stretched out his hand to draw the sword, but was shocked that the lack of shadow sword was not by his side.

Jun Qiyun stepped into the temple, his footsteps were not rushed, and his whole person seemed to be perfectly integrated into the surrounding world.

Dao Yun is flawless and impeccable.

The opponent walked to him, and the falling shadow enveloped him.

The wrist on the cloud bed was suddenly grabbed by the opponent. Jun Qiyun's slender fingers pressed his pulse, and his cold spiritual power pierced into his body to investigate.

Ye Yunlan trembled all of a sudden.

"let me go-!"

He wanted to get rid of the man's hand, but at this time, the gap between their cultivation bases was like a moat, and the power of Transcending the Mortal Realm was far beyond the ability of this seriously injured and weak body.

Without a sword in his hand and unable to use the forbidden technique, he couldn't get rid of the opponent at all.

Jun Qiyun suddenly said: "Are you afraid of me?"

Ye Yunlan stared solemnly at Jun Qiyun's hand holding his pulse.

-It was this hand that swung out the sword energy and shot him down from the top of the Buddha Tower again and again.

He climbed up from the bottom of the nine hundred and ninety-nine floors of the Buddha Tower. He did not know how many times he had walked, and he had forgotten how many times he had been shot down by the opponent's sword energy.

He was tortured by the dark and endless imprisonment and was about to go crazy. He had desperately wanted to die with the other party, and he had also knelt on the ground and begged the other party to let him out, but all he got was always the other side's cold word.

"Your magical thoughts have not disappeared, please reflect on yourself."

This reflection is more than a hundred years.

Even though he had lived again for the first time, Ye Yunlan saw this man again, still feeling uncomfortable, but the spiritual power in the meridians surged uncontrollably.

The spirit of Shenhuo was aroused, and he suddenly spit out another mouthful of blood.

Qiyun Jundao: "Don't move."

The cultivation base of the Transcendence Realm was like sea water suppressed, and the spiritual power surging in his meridians stopped completely for a moment.

An icy and surging spiritual power was transferred from his wrist and injected into his heart, suppressing the restless spirit of the fire, and flowing through his broken meridians, alleviating the burning pain of the meridians.

Although this spiritual power was unfamiliar, because it was also an ice-attribute spiritual power, it didn't make his body repel it.

The injury was suppressed as soon as the injury was repeated, but Ye Yunlan's heart was more depressed. He raised his head and stared at Jun Qiyun's eyes, and said every word: "Let me go."

He didn't want to stay with this person for a moment.

Jun Qiyun looked down at the person on the cloud bed.

The white clothes are messy, the black hair is scattered, and the pale and sick state can't be concealed.

The eyes looking at him were still extremely beautiful, the eyelashes trembling lightly, and the eye sockets were reddish, reflecting the bright red tears under the eyes.

He cultivated the ruthless Tao, only thinking about heaven and earth in his heart, not seeing the common people.

But the face of the person in front of him seemed to be detached from the mundane, and the spirit of heaven and earth seemed to be poured on the other person.

Jun Qi Yun did not let go of Ye Yunlan's hand.

He said lightly: "Why are you afraid of me?"

Ye Yunlan didn't answer, but said: "Let me leave here."

"It was my pro-disciple who brought you here. I beg me to heal you." Jun Qiyun said, "I owe him some cause and effect, and I will do what I promised."

"I don't need it." Ye Yunlan said, "I am just an ordinary disciple in Tianzong. Life or death is not worthy of the immortal's care. Besides, my injury is my own business and has nothing to do with Brother Rong. It has nothing to do with Xianzun."

Jun Qiyun's face was cold.

If it was normal, he would have already walked away when he heard such a refusal.

He is the Sect Master of Tianzong, the Supreme Immortal Dao, and he doesn't have much time spent on some unnecessary things.

But he also remembered the ardent pleading of the direct disciple in front of him.

I lowered my head and saw the pale face of the person in front of me.

Like the trembling white plum on the branches of Xueye Ye, it is full of lingering moonlight, which makes people unable to move their eyes.

"If, as you said, your injury is your own business. Then I want to heal you, it is also my business."

Jun Qiyun stared at Ye Yunlan.

"It has nothing to do with you."