Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Shen Shuyiyan approached the past.

His master was looking at him quietly with his head sideways, seeing that Shen Shu almost doubted whether there was something on his face, and then? He listened to the other side.

"Does it still hurt."

Shen Shu was stunned, some did not react.

Ye Yunlan looked at himself reflected in his blood-red eyes, his eyes flickered for a moment, and said: "Does the injury on your shoulder still hurt?"

Shen Shu finally heard that Ye Yunlan was actually caring about himself, and hurriedly said: "It doesn't hurt anymore." Then he remembered this? The behavior of "I" pretending to be close to Ye Yunlan by pretending to be painful these days was actually quite effective. He hesitated? , And changed his words in a low voice? "...Actually, it's a little bit, or a little bit."

Ye Yunlan: "The wound on your shoulder is caused by a monster, and the breath contained in your body has the ability to corrode flesh and blood, even if you are..." He pursed his lips and did not say any more? Before? I asked you to prepare a snow lotus skin-producing ointment and give it to me."

Shen Shu took out the plaster from the storage ring and handed it to Ye Yunlan.

Ye Yunlan took the medicine and opened it.

A faint fragrance of medicine wafted out.

Ye Yunlan pulled out the missing shadow, knelt down on one knee beside him, and said: "Before applying the medicine, you need to remove the rotten flesh. It hurts a bit, so bear with it."

Shen Shu: "Yes."

When the blade entered the body, there was a sharp pain, and Shen Shu's body trembled.

Ye Yunlan was lowering his head, carefully cutting off the carrion on his shoulders.

The long sword was held in the palm of the opponent, and the white blade of the sword reflected the cold eyebrows of the opponent, and his eyes were quiet and condensed.

Shen Shu couldn't help but remember that when he was in the Zhulou study, when the wooden sword his master gave him a little bit of his name, he looked so serious.

He still remembers that when he took the sword joyfully, the master touched his head.

It's been a year now.

Ye Yunlan carefully trimmed the rotten flesh and began to apply medicine to the wound.

Snow-white plaster was stained on the slender white fingers, and a little bit of it was applied to the wound.

The plaster is cold.

Ye Yunlan's fingertips were also cold.

Cold and soft, but it makes people want to tremble.

Shen Shu only felt the wound on his shoulder? It was covered with ointment a little bit, and it was no longer painful as before, but dryness was growing in his heart, and it gathered more and more with the application process. It was so dry that his cheeks were hot, the tips of his ears were red, and his body trembled.

Ye Yunlan: "It hurts?"

Shen Shu: "...No, it doesn't hurt, Master, let's continue taking the medicine."

Ye Yunlan said "um", lightened his strength, lowered his head while applying the medicine, while taking care of his thoughts.

Shen Shu and Mozun are the same person. In this matter, he is still...unbelievable.

Mozun once told him his origins, saying that he came from the Demon Abyss and was born as a monster there. Before? There were no blood relatives, and no companions or lovers.

The Demon Abyss is a forbidden place in the cultivation world. No one has ever been able to enter the Demon Abyss. After coming out again, what is in it, and how deep it is, is an unsolved mystery in the cultivation world.

For a long time, the Demon Lord was in his heart, which was a mystery.

It wasn't until later that he came to the world, he walked alone in the world, and slowly learned the truth of some things.

And this? When he met Shen Shu in his life, the opponent was just an ordinary disciple from the outer sect of Tianzong.

After? It was his apprentice.

He watched Shen Shu grow from a young man to a young man, his figure slowly becoming taller? He lifted his face to him with bright eyes and shouted "Master".

He has not cared much in the world. For a long time, Shen Shu was regarded as a parent-child upbringing.

He always thought that before they were the master and apprentice father and son, Shen Shu would pass on the last thing he left in the world, and go down.

Just now...

Ye Yunlan lowered his eyes, applied the medicine in silence, and tore a piece of cloth from the sleeve of the snow-white shirt, helping Shen Shu to bandage the wound.

Knotting the fabric, Ye Yunlan stood up and said to Shen Shu: "Before the injury is good?, don't move your shoulders."

Shen Shu stood up with another intact arm, smiled at him, and said, "I know?, Master, don't worry."

The young man was dressed in black, his left arm was bound by a touch of white cloth, and his long hair was tied behind his head. He had trimmed eyebrows and looked forward to his spirits. The youth's vigor and willfulness could be seen from him.

However, from his blood-red eyes, tall figure, and the elongated shadow on the ground, Ye Yunlan could vaguely glimpse what he would look like when he became a Demon Venerable in the future.

He was startled, his fingertips hanging in his sleeves curled up slowly.

Silently turned around and went to pick the soul-attracting flower that had been forgotten by them for a long time and bloomed on the edge of the cliff.

The soul-catching flowers bloom next to the **** stele that says "Infinite Hell".

He took off the dark flowers and lay them on his palm.

The sound of the wind on the cliff was depressed, and Ye Yunlan glanced sideways, and saw that there was no black mist under the cliff, which was a deep and bottomless darkness.

"Infinite Hell".

He whispered in his heart, the name of this place, suddenly a guess overflowed in his mind.

This is the "infinite hell", is it? Is it Demon Abyss?

The location of the Demon Abyss is at the junction of the Northern Territory of Xizhou, and the Hell of Infinity is in the secret realm of the intersection of Eastern Continent and Southern Frontier.

However, if there is nothing wrong with the memory of the past life, after more than two hundred years of great disaster, the outer demons invaded the human world through the "Heaven and Earth Shuang Yuan". The northwest section is exactly where the Demon Abyss is now?.

But the southeast section appears out of thin air like "Tianyuan", without roots and roots.

But if the Southeast Diyuan is not rootless, it comes from this infinite hell-Ye Yunlan frowned, and more speculations poured out.

If Shen Shu hadn't been rescued by him back then, hadn't been accepted by him as a disciple, and as a disciple of the Tianzong, would he have also come here?

In the past, disciples of various disciplines fought continuously for the fight for treasures in the secret realm. If in chaos, they would fall into this "infinite hell", it is not impossible.

——It should be said that this? Is the most likely way to enter the Demon Abyss, if "Infernal Hell" is really connected to the Demon Abyss.

After all, the Demon Abyss on the edge of the Northern Territory, as a forbidden place for monks, was guarded by the Tianji Pavilion and the Xizhou dynasties all year round, and it was difficult for ordinary people to enter.

However, the speculation is only speculation after all, in his memory of the previous life, he did not notice the existence of Shen Shu in the Heavenly Sect and the Nether Secret Realm.

Yaolu Deacon Liu Qing rebelled against Tianzong in the past, and it is possible to take Shen Shu away with him? It is possible.

There were too many guesses, but Ye Yunlan felt a headache a little, and he always felt that there seemed to be something that he had overlooked.

With the black and white light flowing in the soul-catching flower in his hand, Ye Yunlan retracted his thoughts and turned to Shen Shu and said, "Take this medicine?. Sitting cross-legged, five hearts are facing the sun. The teacher will arrange for you and solve the puppet mark."

It was clear that Ye Yunlan didn't blame him for concealing and kissing him, and now he is still healing and cursing for him. Shen Shu was lucky at first, but now suddenly he felt a little uncomfortable.

He was a little bit sad to think that Master Ming had resisted his approach before, so why did that "self" sway around, and Master's attitude had this? What a big change?

Even though he thought so, he still took? Yinhunhua to take it down.

Ye Yunlan had already collected all the elixir for solving the puppet seal and the objects of the formation very early. Now he quickly took out a bag of dark profound soul sand, a bottle of the essence and blood of a ninth-order spirit beast. Several very high-grade spirit stones and many other sundries.

According to the method found in the memory, the profound soul sand and the essence blood were drawn into the formation base. Each side placed different formations, driven by the spirit stone, and at the same time catalyzed the medicinal power of the Shen Shu body?

The formation is full of blood, as if there are countless ghosts whispering as if to hook the souls of the people in the formation, but the medicinal power of the soul-attracting flower makes Shen Shu feel that his soul is contained in the body, and only some do not belong to him. One's own things are repelled.

When the formation stopped, Shen Shu sat cross-legged on the ground, feeling relieved.

The sky is far away, and there is nothing that can restrain him anymore.

Ye Yunlan walked over and looked, and saw that Shen Shu's back was smooth on his neck, and the dark and treacherous puppet print had disappeared.

He was silent for a while, raised his hand and touched Shen Shu's head.

"From now on? You are free."

At the same time, in a distant place, in a palace burning with secluded fire.

A man in black robes is cultivating on his seat.

Suddenly, a row of faint green fires suddenly shook under the seat, and one of them went out.

The black-robed man opened his eyes suddenly, and the face carved by the time wind and frost was a fierce bird of prey that is rare for ordinary people.

"Who broke the puppet seal of this seat..."

He has a sword beside him.

A sword that dreads the world and countless monks have heard of it.

The name of the sword, Shura.