Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

"Cultivation has nine realms. It is the six realms of the mortal body and the three realms of ascension to immortality."

"The six realms of the mortal body are Qi training, foundation building, Jindan, Yuanying, transforming gods, and crossing the catastrophe."

"Climbing to the three realms of immortality is to shed mortals, step on the void, and become immortals."

Considering Shen Shu's situation, Ye Yunlan decided to start with the most basic common sense in the practice world.

He has a lot of patience for this only apprentice in his past and present life.

What Shen Shu once lacked and what no one taught him, he will make up for him.

The boy's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he suddenly asked curiously: "Are there really immortals in this world?"

Ye Yunlan was startled.

It is difficult for anyone in the world to give an accurate answer to this question.

In the tens of thousands of years recorded in the history books of the human race, there are only a handful of strong people who have reached the Void Stepping Realm, and each of them is a brilliant existence spanning an era.

...But almost all of them fell under the tribulation of immortality.

The reason why it is said almost is because there was once a monster Huang Jun who disappeared during the Immortal Tribulation, and did not leave any bones like the others.

Many people speculated that it had become a fairy and gone away, but no one saw the door of the fairy world open at that time. No one can tell what happened.

And in the past 3000 years, there has not even been a strong person in the Void Stepping Realm in the world.

Are there really fairies in this world?

More than one person has asked this question.

Immortality and immortality are dreams pursued by countless practitioners.

Ye Yunlan may be the only person in the world who knows the answer.

However, he was silent for a while, but only said: "Shen Shu, what do you think is a fairy?"

Shen Shu: "To penetrate the heavens and penetrate the earth, to control the universe, is it for... an immortal?"

Ye Yunlan: "Wrong. Only human beings would want to go to heaven and earth and control the universe. Immortals don't."

A little indifference appeared in his eyes, "...Because immortals and humans are two completely different things."

Shen Shu blinked, a little puzzled.

Ye Yunlan did not continue to explain.

Suddenly said: "Shen Shu, tell me, why do you want to practice?"

Shen Shu thought for a while, and said bluntly, "I want to gain strength."

Ye Yunlan was noncommittal.

"If it's just for power - you already have power that you can easily control," he said, "why continue to practice?"

Shen Shu wanted to speak, but Ye Yunlan stopped him, "Think clearly before answering, this is very important to you."

Shen Shu is a semi-finished product refined by the puppet.

Even though it is only a semi-finished product, the characteristic that the golem can become stronger as long as it absorbs the filth of the world still remains in him.But by relying on this method to become stronger, the more the filth is absorbed, the deeper the transformation into a puppet will be, until it is irreversible.

Ye Yunlan didn't want Shen Shu to be like this.

Yuan Yongzhi had already activated the secret method of gathering energy once, and Shen Shu already had the power of the puppet in his body. If he wanted to return to the right path of practice, Ye Yunlan had to guide Shen Shu to give up this power first.

But Shen Shu has suffered too much, so it is inevitable that he will be obsessed with power, and the guiding process may be very difficult.Can't help frowning.

Unexpectedly, after Shen Shu thought about it seriously, he replied:

"I want power because... I want to use my own power to protect Master."

"That kind of power...can't protect Master, I don't want it."

Ye Yunlan was slightly stunned, and after a while, she said in a low voice: "If you can't even protect yourself, why do you need your protection as a teacher..."

Even so, his frown slowly relaxed.

It is a good thing that Shen Shu is not nostalgic for the power of the puppet.

However, how to get rid of the filth in Shen Shu's body is still a difficult problem.

He was deep in thought, and unconsciously stroked the back of Shen Shu's head with his hand, placed it on the puppet print on the back of the other's neck, and stroked it again and again.

Shen Shu didn't say a word, just leaned into his arms and pressed his face against his chest.

Ye Yunlan likes reading and reviewing papers, and has a photographic memory. There are a shocking number of secret techniques in her mind.

It was a bit troublesome to sort it out and find it.

Most of this knowledge was obtained in the Demon Palace in his previous life.

Since the Demon Lord allowed him to walk freely in the Demon Palace, the place he visited most often was the Library Pavilion.

In the Zangshu Pavilion, there are the secret arts and ancient books collected by the Mozun from various sects. He read them so fascinated that he often forgot the time.

Until someone hugged her from behind.

"Immortal Chief, do you really like reading so much?" Mozun pressed his chest against his back, and said in a deep tone, "Can you even ignore the call of the deity?"

He was somewhat familiar with this person's temperament, and when he knew that outsiders were not there, but this person still called himself "the deity", he was a little angry.

"My lord." He whispered.

The Mozun snorted softly, bit his earlobe and asked, "Tell me, do you enjoy reading books, or do you feel more happy with me?"

He said: "...reading is different from you."

Mozun didn't intend to let him go, and asked: "Why is it different?"

He pursed his lips, his long eyelashes drooped, and remained silent.

"Heh." The Demon Venerable chuckled, "Everyone has their own hobbies, and this deity is not unreasonable. It just so happens that you like reading, but this deity likes listening to books."

"Take out the "Yin-Yang Harmony Classic" from the shelf over there, and read it to me."

The bookshelf Mozun pointed to was the only one he hadn't touched in Zangshuge.It's because the bookshelf is full of... double cultivation skills.

He took down the exercises mentioned by the Demon Venerable, and after only one glance, he felt hot on his face.

...and there are pictures.

"Don't try to be lazy." Mozun seemed to guess his thoughts, "You must read all the contents of the book carefully, as your punishment for ignoring the call of the deity today."

He had to read.The voice was low and trembling.

The body temperature of the person behind him was hot, and something dark spread from his heels.

Holding the book, his pale fingertips trembled, and suddenly he couldn't help shouting: "Don't..."

Mozun let him go with a "huh", sat down on the sandalwood armchair beside him, and said, "Continue to read. I know the Immortal has a very good memory. After reading it once, you can remember everything."

The lights in the Library Pavilion were dim, and Demon Zun sat there with his head propped on one hand, his ghost mask was ferocious and evil, watching him leaning on the bookshelf, struggling to read a book of exercises.

"Xianchang, have you learned a new exercise?" He said suddenly, patted his legs, "...Come and sit down, let's try."

The Zangshu Pavilion is dimly lit, with flickering candles.He sat on the Demon Lord's lap, holding the Demon Lord's shoulder, the sweat was condensed on his temples, and he saw figures on the wall from the side.

In the magic palace for decades, he has read all the books in the library.

Including the book on the shelf that he would never touch.

There are many ways to get rid of the filth, and Ye Yunlan selected a few from memory that are suitable for Shen Shu.

Before teaching the other party, I remembered one more thing.

"The road to practice is arduous and long," Ye Yunlan said, "If you can really control your heart and rely on your own efforts to cultivate to the Nascent Soul Stage, then I will return the Soul Refining Orb to you."

When mentioning the Soul Refining Orb, a dark look flashed across Shen Shu's eyes, he was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "It doesn't matter if you don't return it... actually it doesn't matter."

"As long as you hold the Soul Refining Orb, I will never disobey any of your orders, and I will never... be able to hurt you."

He raised his head, with a slight smile on his pale and gloomy face, and his voice was a little bewitching, "Master, I belong to you, everything...is at your disposal."

"Shen Shu," Ye Yunlan looked at the young man seriously, and said in a deep voice, "You have to understand that we are now master and apprentice, and the relationship between master and apprentice has never been one of domination and being dominated."

"You can learn to rely on me. It doesn't cost you anything." He paused, and added, "It's okay to be willful and spoiled occasionally."

Shen Shu fixedly looked at him, and suddenly lowered his eyes, "Master treats me... so kind."

Ye Yunlan didn't know if he understood or not.

He sighed softly in his heart, after all, Shen Shu was too deeply affected by past experiences.

It is still necessary to help Shen Shu get rid of the shackles of the puppet as soon as possible, and free the part of Shen Shu's soul trapped in the soul refining bead.

In his memory, there is actually a way to lift the restriction of refining the soul orb, but he lacks a precious medicinal material.

That medicinal material is only found in the ancient ruins, but now there are still seven years before the opening of the ancient secret realm.

He had no way to tell Shen Shu in advance and give him false hope.

Ye Yunlan's eyes darkened slightly.

The most urgent task now is to help Shen Shu get rid of the filth in his body and lead him on the road.

"Shen Shu," he said, "I'll teach you a method of exhaling and exhaling. If you practice for a long time, you can get rid of the filth in your body."

He walked to the desk, took out a piece of paper, wrote out the method in his memory, and handed it to Shen Shu.

"You read it first, and ask me if you don't understand."

Shen Shu didn't take it.

"What?" Ye Yunlan raised her eyes and asked.

Shen Shu was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: "Master, can you read it to me first?"

Ye Yunlan pondered for a moment.

He was negligent.

Shen Shu grew up in such an environment, how could he be literate.

"Come here." He said softly.

Shen Shu obediently walked to his side.

"Sit on my lap," he said.

Shen Shu was taken aback, a little red appeared on the tips of his ears, but Ye Yunlan didn't notice it, and just said: "From now on, practice calligraphy with me for two hours every morning."

"...Yes, Master."

Shen Shu sat on Ye Yunlan's lap, the other party's breath surrounded him, and his chest pressed against his back, making him restless.

The cold voice of the other party rang in his ears.

"Can you write your own name?"

Shen Shu: "My name is... Is that so?"

He picked up the pen and wrote a special word on the paper.

It looks a bit decent, but his posture of holding the pen is wrong, and the order of strokes is completely wrong. It doesn't look like writing, but it seems to be... drawing pictures according to the gourd.

Ye Yunlan glanced at the wooden sword placed by the table, and understood.

"You are really clever." He said, holding Shen Shu's wrist, adjusted his pen-holding posture, and led him to write his name slowly.

"This character is Shen. This character is Shu. Shen is your surname, and Shu is your first name. This is your name."

The moment Shen Shu was held by that pale, slender hand that was as slippery as jade, Shen Shu froze.

Even the shadow under his feet was distorted for a moment.

Ye Yunlan didn't notice anything strange about him, so she led him to finish writing and asked him, "Are you ready to write?"

Shen Shu was silent for a while, then shook his head.

Ye Yunlan patiently taught it again.

This time Shen Shu didn't get distracted, and soon he could write his name smoothly.

Ye Yunlan saw that he had learned it, so she wanted to teach him the formula on paper, but Shen Shu said: "I still want to... learn the name of Master."

He was slightly stunned, a little softness appeared in his eyes, and he took Shen Shu's hand and wrote the word Ye Yunlan.

"Master's name...beautiful." Shen Shu said hoarsely.

Ye Yunlan smiled slightly: "It's just a name, it doesn't matter if it looks good or not."

"It's just good-looking." Shen Shu said stubbornly, and asked again, "Master's name, was it chosen by the relatives of Master?"

Ye Yunlan's expression suddenly faded.

"...I have no relatives."

As he spoke, a vague and tall figure appeared in his mind.

The man was not born like him.His appearance was like that of his mother, but that man's appearance was like that of his father, extremely handsome and fierce.

That person was born with dazzling brilliance, and was regarded as the young master by the whole clan, but after he was born, he didn't even have a name.

Later, all the power of his blood was taken out of him as a sacrifice to that person, resulting in blindness in both eyes.

But the man was only condescending, and ordered his tribe to exile him to the mountains.

Shen Shu: "Master?"

Ye Yunlan quickly recovered and skipped the topic.

"It's getting late, I'll teach you the formula on paper." He held the young man's hand, "Study carefully."

-

At night, the candles are dim.

Ye Yunlan sat under the lamp and read a book.The candles flickered and the lights crackled.

What he usually likes to read are books on cultivation, but today it is different.

Ye Yunlan looked down at the content on the scroll.

"Teacher, so preaching, accepting karma, and solving doubts.

Students are young and active, their minds are unstable, and they have not entered the right way, so the teacher should not be lazy and strict.Strict, not angry, not harsh, not lazy.Those who are not lazy, put all their heart into it, and must be fruitful...[Note 1]”

He pondered for a moment, picked up his pen, and wrote notes beside the pages of the book.

The burning candles made a crackling sound, and the candles slowly dimmed unconsciously.

The book was half-turned, and ink marks were smeared on every page.

The handwriting in front of her eyes was suddenly blurred, Ye Yunlan reached out and rubbed the center of her brows.He heard light footsteps from outside.

Shen Shu walked in, his hair was still wet, it was obvious that he had just finished taking a bath, "Master, I have already boiled hot water for you to take a bath."

Ye Yunlan: "Yes. I'll finish this paragraph after I finish."

Shen Shu stopped talking.

He looked at the dim light in the room, took out the lamp scissors, walked to him, and leaned over to cut off the excess wick.

The two figures intertwined, and their shadows also overlapped together, melting into a ball on the wall.

The lights became brighter again, reflecting Ye Yunlan's quiet side face.

Shen Shu took the paper with the formula written on it, and sat on the chair next to him to read it.

Time passed quietly.

"Master, I just tried the formula you taught me to breathe out luck, and it can already run smoothly!"

Shen Shu spoke suddenly.

His tone was brisk, like a child sharing joy.

Ye Yunlan looked away from the book.

It was rare, and he seemed to have experienced some joy from it.

Maybe this is what it feels like to be a teacher.he thinks.

"You did a good job." His eyes were soft in the light, "It's late at night, go and rest."

"Master told me to rest, but I was still reading." Shen Shu said sullenly, "The hot water that was just boiled is going to be cold."

Ye Yunlan said softly: "Go back to your room first, don't wait for me."

Ever since Shen Shu was injured, he has been living in his room.

Usually only Ye Yunlan lives alone in the bamboo building, and there is no other vacant place for people to live in. He has to take care of Shen Shu's injuries, so he simply lets Shen Shu live with him.

Shen Shu said, "If Master doesn't come, I won't sleep."

Ye Yunlan was helpless: "You..."

There was a little indulgence in his brows.

He finally put down the scroll in his hand, got up and walked out of the study.

The open book lay quietly on the table, stopping on one of the pages.

"As a teacher, you need to uphold the heart of benevolence and love for your disciples. The benevolent is virtuous, the loving is kind, the teacher is the father, the disciple is the son. [Note 2]

……

To be a teacher for a day and a father for life is to be a master. "

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The content marked in the text is extracted from Han Yu's "Shi Shuo" and Xiuyang's "Shi Tao".