Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Shen Shu looked at the person in front of him playing the piano.

Ye Yunlan was sitting in front of the desk, with her head lowered, her slender and pale fingers resting on the strings, her eyelashes drooping like spreading butterfly wings.

Sunlight slanted in from the window and fell on his body. The scarlet mole at the end of his eye was sunk in the shadow of his profile, revealing a bit of tenderness and charm.

The thin dust in the air floated slowly, accompanied by the sound of lingling music.

Shen Shu had never heard a qin before, but he also found the music intoxicating.

It seems to come from a remote place, passing by the flowing water, high mountains, snowfields, forests and seas, and flowing to the ears with the natural wind of heaven and earth.

He listened to the sound of the qin, as if he had arrived in an empty and uninhabited land, all the troubles of the world were gone, and only the sound of the qin was left, echoing slowly.

It's very appealing.

But very lonely.

And the person who is playing the piano is covered with warm yellow sunlight, and his fingertips are gently twirling on the strings, clearly in front of his eyes, but still looks ethereal and illusory.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, it will disappear.

Shen Shu's pupils tightened slightly, and his five fingers subconsciously clenched, wanting to grab something.

Play a song.

Ye Yunlan looked up, and saw Shen Shu stopped what he was doing, and looked straight at him.

The young man's eyes were sharp and narrow, and he was born with a vicious and hostile look. The dark color in the bottom of his eyes was surging, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a little familiar.

He frowned, rubbed his temples, and looked again, the boy's eyes were as bright and clear as before, filled with pure longing for him.

Just now, it was probably just his illusion.

Ye Yunlan was never used to meeting such intense gazes. He moved his eyes away, brushed his fingertips over the strings, and asked softly, "Does it sound good?"

Shen Shu blinked, and said seriously: "It sounds good."

Ye Yunlan: "The music of the piano can calm the mind and cultivate your temperament. If you encounter obstacles in your future practice, you can come to me to listen to the piano. It may be of some help."

Shen Shu nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Xianjun will... always be here from now on?"

Ye Yunlan: "Why do you suddenly ask like this?"

"I'm just a little scared," Shen Shu said in a low voice, as if a little embarrassed, "I'm afraid that the fairy will leave in the future... I will never find the fairy to listen to the piano."

After hearing this, Ye Yunlan smiled slightly.

He hadn't noticed before that this little wolf cub was not only stubborn, but also very clingy.

"If there is no accident in the future, I will not leave here easily."

Shen Shu's eyes lit up suddenly.

But Ye Yunlan continued: "It's just that I want you to know that everyone in this world will leave eventually—no matter how many promises or promises they have made. Although I will not leave here, it is impossible for me to leave here." For the rest of my life by your side."

Shen Shu was puzzled, "Why?"

"You are still young, so you still don't understand. There are some things in this world that cannot be defeated by humans." Ye Yunlan said, "For example, life and death...for example, fate."

He didn't know what to think of, his eyes were a little blank, but he soon came back to his senses, and calmly said: "Now I am short of lifespan, I can't continue to practice, and in a few hundred years, maybe I will turn into a pile of loess , to return to the space between heaven and earth. And if you succeed in your cultivation, by that time, the road has only just begun.”

There is a lack of longevity.

Shen Shu focused on these few words.

He quickly thought of the reason for Ye Yunlan's lack of longevity, and slowly clenched his hands into fists.

"In the future, I will help Xianjun find...the best healing elixir in the world, and help Xianjun heal the injuries in his body." He suddenly paused, "Xianjun...will not die."

Ye Yunlan was dumbfounded.

After thinking about it, he still didn't tell Shen Shu that his injury could not be healed by elixir. No matter how good the elixir for healing in this world was, it could at most help him barely prolong his life.

And the only solution to his injury...he would never try it in his life.

"It's enough for you to have this kind of heart." He said, "But you have to understand that there is nothing that lasts forever in this world, even a strong man in the Void Stepping Realm will have his lifespan exhausted. And human life is long or short, but in terms of heaven and earth, it is just a moment, I am not attached to it, and you... don't have to be attached to me."

If you are too persistent, you will be biased towards the devil.

Magic Road is not a good place to go.

Shen Shu said: "What if I become a fairy?"

To become immortal and attain the Tao, to live forever, is the ultimate goal of all practitioners.

Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, but her tone suddenly faded, "...Maybe."

Shen Shu couldn't hear the indifference in Ye Yunlan's tone, but only knew one thing.

It turns out that if you want to stay with someone for a long time, you need not only tricks and patience, but also strength.

Enough to protect people firmly under the wings and compete with the sky for their lives.

It took half a day for Shen Shu to clean the whole house.

Ye Yunlan held the lamp and said softly: "It's getting late, let's go back."

Shen Shu nodded and went out, quickly running across the sea of ​​flowers.

It wasn't until seeing the boy's figure completely disappearing into the night that Ye Yunlan blew out the lamp, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep with all his clothes on.

The faint scent of flowers floats in from the window, lingering around the nose.

This night, those haunting nightmares from the previous life were relieved a lot.

When I woke up again, it was early morning.

The birds were chirping outside the window, Ye Yunlan sat in front of the mirror, looked at herself in the mirror, stroked the vermilion at the end of her eyes with her fingertips, feeling very strange.

To him, reviving his life is like a big dream, always feeling vague and unreal.

This feeling has not disappeared until now.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

He walked over to open it, and saw Shen Shu standing in front of the door, holding a few spiritual fruits in his hands, and handed them to him when he saw them.

"This is my newly picked spiritual fruit... Do you want to taste it?"

Ye Yunlan was startled.

Generally speaking, after the monks have reached the foundation, they can supplement themselves by absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and they don't need to eat five grains, which is called "bigu".

No matter the past life or the present life, he has been fasting for a long time.

It's just that after being seriously injured by the spirit of Shenhuo, he could no longer gather spiritual power, and began to need food like a mortal.

He Lanze didn't know how to cook, when he was healing at He Lanze's residence, he only ate Bigu Pills on weekdays, one pill could fill his stomach for several days, it was the same as when he was in Bigu.

He had long forgotten what food tasted like.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Shen Shu suddenly said in a low voice: "These spiritual fruits...I have carefully washed them many times...very clean."

Hearing this, Ye Yunlan's heart ached for Microsoft.

He raised his hand to pick up a spiritual fruit and took a bite.

Shen Shu looked up at him.

He said softly, "It's very sweet."

Shen Shu's eyes lit up.

Ye Yunlan turned around and went into the house to fetch a bamboo bowl, packed the remaining spiritual fruits and put them on the desk in the study, planning to taste them while reading later.

He also heard Shen Shu say: "Xianjun, I found a Yilan plant on Qingya Peak yesterday, and I have brought it here... I will plant it outside later."

"I see." He patted the boy's head, "I'll go and see after you finish."

Before sitting at the desk, he opened the book and flipped through it, occasionally taking a spiritual fruit in his hand and slowly tasting it.

Shen Shu was busy in the sea of ​​flowers outside.

Birds chirping outside the window.

The years are quiet and peaceful, and time passes without knowing it.

After an unknown amount of time, he raised his head slightly and found that the boy was looking at him from his pillow on the window sill.

Seeing that he had discovered it, the boy blinked slowly.

"You..." Ye Yunlan got up and walked over, "Have the flowers been planted?"

Shen Shu nodded and pointed to a place.

Ye Yunlan raised his eyes and saw a blue and transparent orchid blooming in the sun.

There seemed to be water waves flowing on the petals of the orchid, and the lines were like layers of ripples, reflecting a faint blue light.

He said: "Very beautiful."

Shen Shu said: "In the future... I will find more beautiful flowers for Xianjun."

Ye Yunlan's expression was slightly relaxed, but she felt that something still needed to be reminded, "There is no need to worry about finding flowers for now. With you, this year is the time to lay the foundation of spiritual practice, and you should not slack off on a daily basis. Didn't you say you wanted to follow me Learning to sword, why didn't I see you bring a sword?"

Shen Shu was silent.

After a while, he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I don't have my own sword."

Ye Yunlan was stunned for a moment, her eyes fell on the worn clothes on Shen Shu's body, and then she noticed that it had been several days, but Shen Shu was still wearing the same outfit.

It's not dirty, but the material of the clothes has already been washed white, and the corners of the clothes are also tattered.

Ye Yunlan pondered for a while, then suddenly changed the subject, and said, "Shen Shu, I remember you are an outer disciple?"

Shen Shu nodded.

"I heard that there is a golden bell tree on the hidden beauty peak of the outer gate. Its flowers are like golden bells. It is very beautiful. I have always wanted to see it." Ye Yunlan said, "If you are free tomorrow, please pick a golden bell flower for me." He paused, and added, "There is a reward."

Upon hearing the reward, Shen Shu's eyes lit up, "Okay."

Ye Yunlan patted his head, "You have been busy for a long time, go into the room and rest. I just want to play a few songs, you might as well listen to them when you are resting."

Shen Shu rubbed his hand, "Yes."

-

The night is deep.

Shen Shu has gone back.

Ye Yunlan blew out the lamp, but instead of resting as usual, she walked out with her sword.

In front of the eyes are the swaying flowers, which reflect the galaxies in the sky.

He slowly pulled out the Queying Sword in his hand.

The thin blade is full of moonlight, revealing a biting cold light.Between the ups and downs of breathing, the blade of the sword also trembled slightly.

He hadn't had this feeling of being connected with the heart of the natal sword for a long time.

In his previous life, the Queying Sword had already been broken by He Lanze in front of all his disciples when he was expelled from the sect.

As a result, his original swordsmanship was abolished, along with his cultivation base and golden core.

Later, when he took up the Asura Sword, he walked on a completely different path.

The Asura Sword is the most evil sword in the world. At first, it was refined by the blood sacrifice of millions of people from the founder of the Blood Soul Sect thousands of years ago. Before it fell into his hands, it had gone through hundreds of masters. They are all famous.

The previous owner of the Shura Sword was the soul-killing patriarch of the Soul Refining Sect. He once used the Shura Sword to bloodbath the thirteen cities of Xizhou.

And the previous one was Demon Lord.

The long sword in Ye Yunlan's hand suddenly pointed in one direction.

Although the vision was blurred, the aura of the surrounding creatures became extremely clear the moment he drew his sword.

——The way of swordsmanship he masters is the way of death and extinction that devours the energy of life.

A hundred feet away, a bamboo rat was curled up and shivering.

The Queying Sword suddenly trembled.

Ye Yunlan exerted force with his palm, and the back of his hand showed dark blue winding veins, but he still couldn't stop the tremor of the sword.

He frowned slightly, and after a while, he still lowered the tip of his sword.

In the distance, bamboo rats fled away.

The blade was still shaking.

As the master of Queyingjian's heart, Ye Yunlan knew that Queyingjian was unable to carry his sword way, and was crying out in grief.

... Such a stern and destructive way of swordsmanship.

Ye Yunlan stroked the long sword with her fingertips, and sighed.

"I'm sorry for you."

He no longer poured sword intent into the sword body, but put the sword into the sheath, walked through the bamboo forest, and walked into the mountain.

After searching for a while, I finally selected a century-old black iron tree.

In the night, a very thin sword light streaked across.

The sword light was not dazzling, and there was no spiritual energy flowing, but a smooth gap suddenly appeared on the hard tree trunk.

A length of black ironwood fell from the tree.

Ye Yunlan leaned over and picked up the piece of wood.

The wood was indeed a bit heavy, and when he returned to the bamboo building, a thin layer of sweat had already oozed from his forehead, and his face was too pale.

He put the wood on the table, lit the lamp, took out a small knife, and began to sharpen it slowly.

In the middle of the night, the lights were still on.

The wood had been whittled into the shape of a long sword.

Ye Yunlan brushed off the sawdust on the sword, lowered her eyes for a while, and then carved the word "异" on the sword.

Then wrap the hilt with navy blue cloth and tie a thin knot.

He has never cut a sword for others in his life, but when the sword is actually made, he is quite satisfied.

It should be more than enough for Shen Shu to use in his daily sword practice.

Ye Yunlan was thinking, his eyes were soft under the light.

-

The next day.

Ye Yunlan flipped through the scroll with the wooden sword in his hand.

After finishing a book, he raised his eyelids and looked towards the window sill.

There was no one on the window sill.

Outside the window, the hot sun shone on the entire sea of ​​flowers, and countless bright colors bloomed in front of his eyes.

It's past noon.

Shen Shu still didn't come.