Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The night is deep.

Ye Yunlan was sitting by the window with her head down, reading a book.The candlelight reflected his face, and his eyelashes cast a thick shadow under his eyes.

The candle wick burned with a crackling sound.There are occasional cicadas outside the window.

The lingering pain in his body was still lingering, and he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. He frowned and endured it for a while, then covered his lips and coughed softly.

After a while, the coughing gradually stopped.

He looked down, his palm was bright red.

The door was suddenly pushed open with a creak.

A man in black clothes and high crown came in with a medicine bowl.

"Junior brother, I just heard you coughing again..." He Lanze was startled when he saw Ye Yunlan sitting by the window, and hurried over to put down the medicine bowl, "With your current injury, you can't leave the cold jade bed at will. Come on, Let senior brother help you back to bed and rest first."

Ye Yunlan avoided his hand, and calmly called out, "Elder brother."

He Lanze stopped his movements, his face was full of worry: "What's wrong, Junior Brother?"

Ye Yunlan looked at him.

In his previous life, He Lanze would never show such an expression to him.

The man would only look at him with disgust, as if looking at a rat in the gutter, or at the dirty dust on the ground.

Young Mu Qiang.He Lanze is a swordsman, and so is he.

He used to be full of longing for this master of the sect.

He once waited outside He Lanze's gate in the cold winter, hoping to get advice from the other party, but after waiting for half a night, with heavy snow falling on his shoulders, he only waited for the other party to say "Get out".

He had carefully prepared congratulatory gifts for the other party before their birthday, but at the birthday banquet, the sword amulet he had drawn with his own hands was thrown on the ground by the other party with sneers, and was trampled into a pile of waste paper by the disciples who surrounded the other party to give gifts .

Later, in the law enforcement hall of the Zongmen, he was slandered and killed his fellow disciples, but He Lanze didn't listen to his explanation, pierced his dantian with a sword, and watched him being dragged down three thousand steps outside the mountain gate by the angry disciples.

The only words he uttered during this period were the ones he dropped with a sneer when he lifted the mask off his face in public, looking at his burnt face——

"It's disgusting."

Ye Yunlan had no expression on his face.

"I'm fine, I can go by myself," he said.

But He Lanze stared at Ye Yunlan's face greedily.

The warm yellow candle was flickering, and the eyes of the person in front of him were extremely beautiful, but still looked tired and pale, like the wisp of snow that was about to fall on the branches in the cold weather.

Only the scarlet mole at the end of the eye became more vivid in the firelight, like a drop of blood and tears shed silently.

Both fragile and burning.

"You coughed up blood on your hands, are you still okay?" He Lanze said with reproach.He held Ye Yunlan's pale and slender hand, but this time he didn't allow Ye Yunlan to resist any longer. He knelt down on the ground on one knee, took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped the blood on his hand carefully.

From fingertips to finger roots, to every finger crevice, as well as every line and every inch of skin in the palm.

After Ye Yunlan couldn't move anymore, she let him wipe.

He was sitting on a red sandalwood carved chair, with lowered eyebrows, neither angry nor angry, his expression was not vivid, even like a dummy.

But still stunningly beautiful.

As soon as He Lanze raised his eyes, he saw the bright colors of the sky rushing towards his face, and he couldn't help but suffocate.

In a trance, the other party's fingertips have been pulled away from his palm.

Ye Yunlan supported the carved chair and got up, her white long sleeves were hanging down, she did not cast a glance at He Lanze, but just picked up the lamp and walked slowly into the inner room.

A head of black hair scattered behind him, swaying with his staggering steps.

He Lanze came back to his senses, quickly picked up the medicine bowl on the table, and followed him into the inner room.

There is a cold jade bed in the inner room, and the bed exudes a faint cold mist.

Ye Yunlan was already sitting by the bed, the cold breath of the cold jade bed invaded his body, warming the broken meridians in his body.

However, for this body that has been destroyed into ruins, no matter how warm it is, it is just futile.

He picked up the Queying Sword placed by the bed, slowly pulled it out, and laid it across his lap.

With the long sword in hand, there seems to be something different about him.

It was as if the empty skin was suddenly filled with a soul, and the thin back became straight like a sword.

Ye Yunlan's fingertips wiped the sword's edge.He placed the candle lamp by the bedside, and the shadow of the flame danced and swayed on the sword.

The beauty looked at the sword with the lamp on. It was a beautiful scene, but He Lanze felt a little chill.

He just thought it was caused by being too close to the cold jade bed, and he didn't take it seriously, he just sighed secretly, the younger brother still didn't want to give up practicing sword practice, so he couldn't help but said in a deep voice: "Junior brother, your body was injured by the spirit of divine fire, and your meridian The damage is serious, you can occasionally practice swords on weekdays, but you must not use your spiritual power rashly, otherwise the divine fire will turn back, and even the gods will find it difficult to save you."

Unable to use spiritual power, monks are equivalent to mortals.

In Tianzong, where strength is the most important thing, Ye Yunlan has been completely useless.

"I know." Ye Yunlan said.

He Lanze took pity on him, and his tone softened, and said: "Senior brother has already achieved something in the way of swordsmanship. He just broke through to the master level half a year ago. If you have any questions about sword practice in the future, you can come to me at any time to ask."

Ye Yunlan didn't respond.

In the previous life, he had waited half a night for the things that could not be realized by the wind and snow, but now He Lanze made a promise to him at will.

It's just that he doesn't need it anymore.

The world divides kendo into five realms, which are the five realms of Qizong, Concentration, Master, Hinayana, and Mahayana.To be able to break through to the Grandmaster Realm, at He Lanze's current age, it is considered a gift in the sky.

However, in the previous life, there was another realm beyond the five realms, and the world left it alone for Ye Yunlan.

For the Venerable Realm.

He Lanze sighed, only saying that Ye Yunlan was so depressed because of his injury, so he was so taciturn.He picked up the spoon of Chinese medicine in the bowl, blew on the cooling air, scooped up a spoonful of medicinal soup, and handed it to Ye Yunlan's lips, "Junior Brother, just drink the medicine."

Ye Yunlan turned her head, "I can drink it myself."

He Lanze's thin lips were slightly pursed. He was born with extreme talent, and looked down upon his peers. He had never done such meticulous care of others, and he never thought that the other party would not appreciate it.

But facing that face, he really couldn't get angry.

He Lanze had no choice but to pass the medicine bowl to Ye Yunlan.Ye Yunlan didn't use a medicine spoon, but put the bowl to his lips to drink.He raised his head slightly, revealing a slender and fair neck, his Adam's apple rolled slowly, and the sound of swallowing the medicinal soup was very soft, and He Lanze could hear it clearly only if he was very careful.

The five fingers clasped on the black porcelain medicine bowl are slender and pale, with well-defined joints. It is a hand that is very suitable for holding a sword, but it is also very suitable for... to hold some other things.

"Junior Brother Ye," He Lanze suddenly said after Ye Yunlan had finished drinking the medicine, his voice was slightly hoarse, "I don't understand one thing, you are obviously not bad, why did you always wear a mask before, and refused to show your true face to others? "

Ye Yunlan: "I just want to concentrate on practicing swords."

He didn't lie.

Someone once told him earnestly and earnestly that appearance is the most useless thing for a practitioner, and it may even lead to disaster.

That person also made a mask specially for him, and told him to wear it as much as possible when he went out on weekdays.

He had known that person since he was young, and after he was taken into the sect by that person, he received a lot of care from that person, and he always listened to that person's words and arrangements.So whenever I go out, I will seriously wear a mask.

Later, his face was burned by divine fire in the secret realm, and that mask became a means of covering the scars, even when he was sleeping alone at night, he never took it off again.

"I just want to concentrate on practicing swords and don't want to be disturbed by foreign things. I thought my junior..." He Lanze's voice became hoarse. Alright, Junior Brother, rest early. I'll come see you tomorrow."

Ye Yunlan nodded slightly.

He Lanze went out, his steps hurried.

Ye Yunlan didn't look at him, but put the Queying Sword back into its sheath.

The moment the long sword returned to its sheath, the spirit that supported him also disappeared.He bent down, lightly blew out the lamp, then lay down on the bed wearily, and closed his eyes.

The cold jade bed was cold to the bone, but there still seemed to be a flame burning inside his body.

He fell asleep drowsily and did not sleep well.

The weak soul could not carry the messy memories of more than 300 years. Countless pictures flashed back into his dreams. All the past events that he had deliberately forgotten and never forgotten, all came one after another, and he was not allowed to take a breath.

When I awoke, it was broad daylight.

It was early spring, and it was raining lightly outside the window.The sound of the rain was pattering, endlessly.

Ye Yunlan doesn't like rain.

What I especially dislike is listening to the rain alone.

There was a knock on the door suddenly.

Not He Lanze.he thinks.

After he was injured, He Lanze placed him in his own residence to heal his injuries, and would come to see him in his house when he was free on weekdays.

He Lanze has a habit.

He never knocked on the door before entering the house.

An elegant voice sounded outside the door.

"Alan, are you awake? Why don't you open the door for me?"

Ye Yunlan slowly got up from the cold jade bed.

In Tianzong, there is only one person who can call him 'Alan'.

——The only personal disciple of the Sect Master of Tianzong, who is the number one beauty of the Sect today, and at the same time, the one who introduced him into the Sect and took care of him everywhere.

tolerance.