Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The gate of Yuntian Palace creaked.

Ye Yunlan walked out from the inside, and the flying snow fell on his shoulders. As far as he could see, it was a vast expanse of snow.

"Your injury, you need to calm down and calm your mind, worry about too much, and move your spiritual power." Jun Qiyun's voice came from behind.

Ye Yunlan couldn't comment.

"I have troubled Xianzun these few days." He said lightly, "Xianzun's cause and effect are gone, congratulations."

Jun Qiyun condenses his eyebrows.

Is this person stinging like this when he speaks in front of other people?

"Every other month, you need to come to the Yuntian Palace again." He couldn't help reminding, "Shenhuo Essence needs to be repeatedly suppressed with spiritual power, otherwise, if it goes back, the consequences will be unpredictable."

"Let's look again." Ye Yunlan said faintly, and stepped away.

Walking in the snow, the snow that has not passed his ankles makes it very difficult for him to walk. The cold wind blew him and his figure became a little unstable. Suddenly, he heard Jun Qiyun said: "Wait."

He stopped, "What else is going on with Xianzun?"

Jun Qiyun did not speak.

A sword aura suddenly whizzed past his face!

The familiar ice-cold sword intent made him stiff, and in a trance, there seemed to be pain rising from the limbs.

-That was the pain he felt when he was knocked down from the Buddha Tower by the opponent's sword qi again and again, and his bones were broken.

Ye Yunlan's pale fingers curled up slightly, her thin lips pressed tightly, and her temples jumped suddenly.

The vision even blurred for a while before it became clear again.

However, the snow on the road ahead has disappeared.

Not only that, the blizzard of the sky was also separated in two, revealing a calm gap, allowing him to pass alone.

Cut the wind and snow with one sword.

It was Jun Qiyun who was clearing the way for him.

Ye Yunlan closed his eyes and suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

He moved his stiff body and continued to walk forward without looking back, leaving only a cold phrase, "Thank you."

—

Qingyun Mountain asked Daopo.

Located at the junction of Qingyun and Six Peaks, Wendaopo has always been the place where Tianzong disciples usually gather.

But seeing many disciples in the Banpo open field, many disciples were competing against each other, and the crowd of onlookers made loud applause from time to time; before the sword test, a group of young swordsmen gathered there to make gestures; but the most eye-catching one was listening on the slope. In the wind pavilion, some beautiful fairies are making tea and chatting.

"I see a beautiful woman in the distance, the red sleeves are scented, and I look forward to the romantic..."

In the dense treetop not far away, a handsome young man in a brown cloth robe was humming a little song with a brush in his hand.

Suddenly there was a sweet drink:

"Chen Xianyu! You are here again stealing a picture of Senior Sister Yin!"

The young man shook his hand and saw a long whip waved toward the treetops. He hurriedly jumped down from the tree, staggered forward, hugged the picture album in his hand and ran.

The charming voice from behind chased very close: "You brave disciple! See if I won't tear up your beauty book this time!"

Chen Xianyu ran hurriedly and slid to no one's place. Suddenly a few figures appeared in front of him to block the way. He was about to go around, but he heard a female voice opening: "Junior Brother Chen, wait a minute."

Chen Xianyu paused and looked up stiffly.

Ahead, several beautiful fairies were looking at him with bad eyes, and the head of the red dress was the senior sister Yin who had been stolen by him.

"Sisters," he swallowed, "what's your advice?"

"I heard that Brother Chen likes to paint beautiful people," Senior Sister Yin said, "I and a few sisters were very curious, so we came over and took a look."

"Look..." Chen Xianyu trembled, "Senior Sister, what do you want to see?"

Senior Sister Yin: "Look at the beauty book in your hand."

"It's just an ordinary picture album, in fact... there is nothing to look at." Chen Xianyu said bitterly.

"Didn't you secretly painted me?" Senior Sister Yin smiled, "It's not just me, but several of my sisters have been painted by you. Let's come and see ourselves. What's wrong?"

"That said, I haven't finished painting the portrait of Senior Sister yet."

"I have been hiding in that sneaky for several days, haven't finished painting yet?" Senior Sister Yin groaned, "Do you want me to stand here for a few hours and let you paint?"

Chen Xianyu shook his head desperately to see the good things up and down tomorrow, and said solemnly: "It's not necessary, the elder sister doesn't know, the beauty of a beautiful woman can only be shown when she is inadvertently. If she is deliberately contrived, she will lose most of her grace."

A woman next to Senior Sister Yin couldn't help but smile and said, "This slutty talk is quite eloquent. It's kind of interesting."

"Even so, this is not the reason for his wretched peeping!" the girl who ran after Chen Xianyu angrily said.

"Xiaowan," Senior Sister Yin said to appease, "The sisters and I actually didn't care about this too much, and you don't need to get angry about it. Although Junior Brother Chen is indeed acting a little bit awkward, he hasn't done it yet. He is still acquainted with something extraordinary as Liang Shang's peeping."

Chen Xianyu nodded repeatedly, "Senior Sister said yes, what he said yes."

Lin Xiaowan still looked upset, and flung the whip in her hand on the palm of her other hand, "Senior Sister is talking to me, what should you be with?"

Chen Xianyu shrank his head.

"Okay, Xiaowan, don't scare him." Senior Sister Yin smiled and said to Chen Xianyu again, "Junior brother, can you show us the beautiful people in your beauty book now?"

Chen Xianyu frowned: "But... I have painted too many beautiful women, and the senior sisters will be afraid that they won't be able to finish it for a while."

Lin Xiaowan didn't believe it, "How much can there be?"

Chen Xianyu sighed: "There are so many that I can't remember it myself. The flowers on the rocks in Dongzhou, the four beauties of Cangliu Mountain, the Seven Pearls of the South China Sea... I have painted them all."

The woman next to Senior Sister Yin smiled again: "It's still a beautiful girl."

"Don't just listen to him." Lin Xiaowan snorted coldly, "Dongzhou and Nanhai are separated by millions of miles. He is a little golden pill, and it will take decades to hurry. When he paints one by one, he will die long ago. Can you jump here? Chen Xianyu, honestly explain, how many people have you painted in the sect?"

"I'm telling the truth..." Suddenly heard the slap of a long whip again, Chen Xianyu immediately changed his words, "... hundreds of them."

"It's really quite a lot." Lin Xiaowan said, "Then tell me, who is the best woman you have painted in our sect?"

This is a proposition.

Feeling a few hot gazes falling on him, Chen Xianyu swallowed and chose the least error-prone answer, "Yes...it should be Rong Ran, Brother Rong." He showed a look of remembrance, "Brother Rong... Even among all the beauties I have seen in the world, it is one of the most outstanding."

Senior Sister Yin and the women next to her were not so surprised, she only sighed, "Guo is Senior Brother Rong."

Lin Xiaowan bulged her face and said, "Chen Xianyu, if you have met another person, you would never say that."

"Who?" Chen Xianyu was quite interested.

In the entire Tianzong, except for the world-famous Monarch Qiyun, he did not dare to spy, but he had seen all the pretty beauties, even if he hadn't painted them yet, he would never miss half of them.

"Ye Yunlan, Junior Brother Ye." Lin Xiaowan said.

Chen Xianyu has always remembered the beauty's name deeply, but she has no impression of this person, and her interest is diminished.

Senior Sister Yin smiled and said: "Xiao Wan, since you came back from the Yaochi Secret Realm, you have been chanting the name of Junior Brother Ye every day, and we all have cocoons in our ears. We have seen Junior Brother Ye before, and it seems like a human being. Some are difficult to relate to, and he is quite withdrawn. Is he... really as good as you describe?"

Lin Xiaowan said, "Even though Junior Brother Ye looks lonely, he is actually a very kind person. After Shenhuo lost control, everyone was running away, but he kept trying to save people. In the end, he almost lost his life because of saving an outside disciple..."

"We have heard a little about this," Senior Sister Yin said, "I used to have some opinions, but they are indeed one-sided."

"It's not our fault," the woman next to him said, "Whoever teaches him to wear a mask every day, watching sneaky, and not communicating with others, Brother Rong always spoils him and is used to him. This is also true. That’s it, but he’s usually very self-willed. He doesn’t even want to do the simplest sect missions. It is up to Brother Rong to help him to complete the tasks. He also has to give him to the disciples who will complete the tasks with him. To apologize one by one, and to act in this way, it really makes people look down on him."

"This, there must be a misunderstanding, Junior Brother Ye would not be that kind of person." Lin Xiaowan flushed with excitement, paused, and suddenly whispered, "However, if it is Junior Brother Ye, I will be me. I am also willing to spoil him and be accustomed to him..."

Chen Xianyu heard goose bumps.

With Lin Xiaowan's savage temperament, he would say "spoofing" and "used to". He didn't care about this person at first, and now he can't help being curious, what kind of little white face is the surname Ye like that Lin Xiaowan likes?

"But speaking of it, we really haven't seen the appearance of Junior Brother Ye taking off his mask," Senior Sister Yin said curiously, "How about Xiaowan, how is he better than Senior Brother Zhirong?"

Lin Xiaowan thought for a while, and said, "Brother Rong, I have seen him many times. I only feel that he is standing there and it looks like an extremely prosperous landscape painting in the world. Stop and admire, marvel and praise."

Chen Xianyu felt that there was some truth, and nodded in agreement.

But Lin Xiaowan immediately changed the conversation, "But Junior Brother Ye, it's a bright sky and moon, distant mountains and snow, heavenly craftsmanship, hard to find in the world, and a glimpse of it will burn a little cinnabar in people's hearts." She paused. "Painting is a painting of the world, and people are heavenly people. I think the two are incomparable and incomparable."

"Even Senior Brother Rong can't be compared?" Senior Sister Yin didn't believe it. She raised her slender eyebrows slightly, and said jokingly: "Xiaowan, you were saved by others, right?"

"How could I lie to Senior Sister?" Lin Xiaowan puffed her cheeks and turned to look at Chen Xianyu. "Chen Xianyu, I dare say that none of the beauties in your album can compare to Junior Brother Ye."

Although Chen Xianyu heard goosebumps standing upside down, she subconsciously said, "This must be impossible."

Seeing Lin Xiaowan looking over in anger, his voice became smaller, and he said: "Even if Brother Rong is not comparable, there must be a comparison among the thousands of beauties in this album of mine."

"Come on," Lin Xiaowan said with disdain, "You don't have a lot of effort in your hands. You don't need to talk about it on weekdays. In fact, how many places you can go to and how many beauties you have seen are so thin. How many stunning pictures can there be in the album that just ran away?"

It's okay to insult his short-sightedness, but you can't insult his album in any way!

Chen Xianyu blushed, "My picture album really contains the beauty of the world. I said there must be a comparison, and it is definitely not in you, because among the beautiful women I have painted, there are some recognized by the real world. The first beauty..."

He opened the album with a bang.

I saw the five-color brilliance flowing on the pages of the picture album, which were actually not low-grade artifacts.

The page was blank, but with Chen Xianyu’s voice, a beautiful portrait slowly appeared—

"Lin Xiaowan, I will teach you today what is truly unparalleled in the world, what is really called ‘beautiful, never forget, never see, think...’"

Chen Xianyu's voice suddenly stopped.

He stared blankly into the distance.

"Thinking..." He whispered, "Like crazy..."

The picture album in his hand was dropped and fell to the ground.

—

From Wangyun Peak to Yanhui Peak, Wendaopo is a must pass.

When Ye Yunlan passed through Wendaopo, he suddenly heard a shout: "Junior Brother Ye, wait a minute!"

He was startled slightly, raised his eyelids,

Because of his loss of vision, his vision was very blurred. He could only vaguely see many disciples gathered on the slope, but he could not tell who was calling him.

He stopped and waited.

But to his surprise, not only one person ran towards him, but a group.

Only for a while, dozens of fellow sects surrounded him.

Ye Yunlan: "You guys..."

I saw the girl in the front looking at him with caring eyes, and said first: "Junior Brother Ye, how is your injury now? At that time, you were seriously injured and fell to the ground outside the secret area, and we were all very worried."

The person next to him said: "Yes, yeah, although the senior brother said that you have no worries about your life, but if you don't see the junior, we will feel uneasy for a day."

"At that time, seeing you were dying, we were all anxious to ask the Sect Master to take action. Fortunately, after the secret realm happened that day, the Sect Master also arrived in the secret realm, otherwise..."

"I'll beg together!"

"I also!"

Ye Yunlan had a headache listening to the rushing voices.

He has never dealt with so many people.

…So many, as if to worry about him, full of kind people.

After thinking about it, he lowered his eyes and whispered: "Thank you."

"No... don't say thank you," the pretty girl in front blushed, "Junior Brother Ye saved me in the secret realm. If you want to say thank you, I should say thank you to Junior Brother Ye first. My name is Lin Xiaowan, Junior Brother. Can I visit you often?"

"Junior Brother Ye also saved me!" someone next to him also said, "My name is Tang Jia, and I want to visit Junior Brother often..."

"It's not just you, and me! My name is Wang Yi..."

"Although Junior Brother Ye has not saved me, I also want to introduce myself to Junior Brother Ye," a young disciple smiled at Ye Yunlan, "My name is Xue Bing."

"And me and me..."

Ye Yunlan pursed his lips.

He hated ghosts and hated him in the past, and he has long been accustomed to being alone. He has never encountered people so... enthusiastic about him.

However, some people were saved in the secret realm.

He saved many people in his previous life, but when they woke up, they saw him either screaming and running away, or he looked like he was waiting for death with his eyes closed, as if he was an evil spirit in hell, like Raksha who eats human flesh.

He would explain a few words at first, but then he didn't listen.

In the final analysis, killing or saving people, and whether they will be injured later, or whether they will die, has always been a matter for him alone.

He has long been accustomed to this.

So I never thought that saving people in the secret realm would get so many people's attention.

Too much. He thought wearily.

Too much...too much.

When He Lanze hurried to hear the news, what he saw was Ye Yunlan who was surrounded by a group of people.

However, there are obviously so many people around him, and the expression looking at him is so eager, but there is still an unspeakable loneliness in him.

The image is separated from the world by an incomparably far distance.

He Lanze's eyes were dim, and he shouted in a deep voice: "How do you look like when you surround a wounded person like this?"

The noisy disciples calmed down in an instant.

"Master." Many disciples bowed and saluted.

He Lanze: "Let me in."

The disciples stared at them with big eyes, and for a moment, they struggled to give up a path.

He Lanze stepped over and walked in front of Ye Yunlan. He had prepared many words of concern, but after Ye Yunlan's dark eyes, he didn't say anything. He hesitated for a moment, and handed the Missing Sword in his hand, "Junior Brother, this is your sword. It was in my room a few sunsets ago, and now the thing has returned to the original owner."

Ye Yunlan took the Missing Sword, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the sense of indifference from outside the world on his body was much less.

He lowered his head and stroked the lines on the scabbard, and said, "Thank you, brother."

He Lanze finally smiled slightly on his lips, "Junior Brother's injury seems to have healed a lot."

Ye Yunlan gave a soft "um".

He Lanze said, "As long as you don't use spiritual power in the future, it's OK to practice swords occasionally. Brother also has a lot of kendo experience that I want to share with him. But now that the injury of the junior is better, it is better to cultivate more first." He stretched out his hand and thought. To hold on to Ye Yunlan, "Come on, Junior Brother, let's go back first."

Ye Yunlan avoided him and said, "Brother, I want to go back to my residence."

He Lanze was stunned, and subconsciously persuaded: "The spirit of the fire in the junior disciples has not been removed. Once the breath is leaked, if there is no cold jade bed to recuperate, I am afraid that there will be problems."

Ye Yunlan: "The lord has helped me suppress the spirit of the fire."

"But the junior brother now has no cultivation base, and he lives alone on weekdays. If something happens accidentally, no one can take care of it, but what should I do?" He Lanze frowned.

"Big brother, even if there is no cultivation base," Ye Yunlan said calmly, "I am still a swordsman."

He Lanze was startled.

Lin Xiaowan next to him suddenly interjected: "In my opinion, since Junior Brother Ye is unwilling, please don't force it. Otherwise, I am afraid it will make us misunderstand whether Senior Brother has...selfishness for Senior Brother Ye. After all, after the previous Junior Brother was injured, Senior Brother also stopped us from visiting, only saying that Senior Brother Ye needs to rest..."

"Xiaowan, don't be rude." Senior Sister Yin walked over to interrupt her quickly, and apologized to He Lanze: "Xiaowan has always been outspoken and improper, but I hope Senior Brother will forgive me." After that, her beautiful eyes stopped on Ye Yunlan's body. , Not moving anymore.

Even though Senior Sister Yin apologized, He Lanze's expression was still a little stiff under the eyes of everyone.

At this point, he can no longer force Ye Yunlan to go back with him, and only calmly said: "No matter what you think, I am only worried about Junior Brother Ye's body. But Junior Brother Ye insists, I respect his thoughts...so, I just Send Junior Brother back to your residence."

Ye Yunlan hadn't responded yet, and suddenly heard Lin Xiaowan say: "I'll also see Junior Brother."

When she spoke, the disciples gathered next to each other looked at each other for a while, and followed one after another: "Let's go too!"

He Lanze darkened his face.

Ye Yunlan frowned, said nothing, and walked forward.

After not taking two steps, he saw a young man in a brown cloth robe staring at him at the side of the road ahead.

A picture album was scattered on the ground.

Ye Yunlan paused.

…When so many of them walked past, the picture album would be trampled into a pile of waste paper.

Ye Yunlan always saw that the intact thing was trampled on.

So when he passed by the young man, he leaned over and picked up the picture album on the ground, handed it to the young man, and said lightly: "Your stuff."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?" Chen Xianyu hurriedly took it, lowered his head to see the dust stained on the picture album, and hurriedly wiped it with his sleeves distressedly.

When he raised his head again, the person in front of him was already far away.

Only a trace of cold scent that seems like nothing is left.

—

Goose back to the peak.

A group of people walked to the green bamboo forest, Ye Yunlan stopped, turned around and said: "It is enough to send here, please come back."

Lin Xiaowan wanted to say something, but when she saw Ye Yunlan's eyebrows drooped, her expression was very tired, and she suddenly felt a little dazed.

Ye Yunlan didn't say anything just now, but he was very hot-headed, and actually followed him all the way with a group of people.

I also remembered Ye Yunlan wearing a mask all year round, and suddenly became anxious. The reason why a good person like Junior Brother Ye wears a mask is not as eccentric as rumored. It is very likely that it is just because of introversion and shyness and not being good at getting along with others.

I am so abrupt with my fellow students, are you afraid that it scares him?

Looking at Ye Yunlan's pale complexion, Lin Xiaowan regretted it even more, and hurriedly winked at the people around her.

"Junior Brother Ye has a good rest, so let's go first."

Soon, only He Lanze was left around.

Ye Yunlan: "Brother, please come back, too."

"Junior Brother Ye, take this." He Lanze suddenly took out a piece of emerald jade and handed it to him, "This is the Lingyu Spirit Jade, through the Lingyu, you can send messages to me at any time."

Ye Yunlan was about to refuse, but he heard He Lanze continue to say: "Brother, you must accept this thing, otherwise senior brother will never rest assured that you live alone."

He was really tired. He didn't want to entangle with He Lanze anymore, so he took Yu in his hand, "Thank you, brother."

Seeing him accept it, He Lanze finally showed a smile on his face, "So, then I won't bother the younger brother to rest. I will visit the younger brother again in a few days."

He faintly nodded, turned and walked into the green bamboo forest.

Ye Yunlan's residence is deep in the bamboo forest.

After about a quarter of an hour, a bamboo house was vaguely visible in the forest among the bamboo branches.

Before I approached, I smelled a faint fragrance of flowers.

Ye Yunlan saw dozens of meters of land around the bamboo house surrounded by wooden fences. Through the gaps in the fences, he could see a large sea of ​​flowers swaying in the wind.

He was slightly taken aback, walked quickly, and found that the surrounding soil was newly renovated, and in the depths of the sea of ​​flowers, a thin young man was kneeling on one knee and bowing his head to loosen the soil.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the young man looked back to him, a pair of wolves bright eyes, filled with the light of the morning at this moment.

"Xianjun."

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Shen Shu: You want me to fold a flower for you, and I will plant a sea of ​​flowers for you.

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