Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Steaming.

Ye Yunlan closed her eyes and leaned against the tub, as if all the exhaustion she had accumulated throughout the day had melted into the hot water.

He was drowsy, only thinking about Shen Shu who was still waiting for him in the room, so he barely opened his eyelids, and looked down to see the hair on the water surface, which was crisscrossed with algae, reflecting a face that was tinged red by the heat.

He looks like his mother.

This face actually resembles his mother seven to eight times.

There were countless times when Ye Yunlan wished that she had never possessed the ability of photographic memory.

In this way, he will no longer be entangled in those complicated nightmares for a long time, and those memories that he has finally suppressed will no longer become clear again with the inadvertent words of others, or the familiar scenes he saw by chance Floating in front of my eyes, lingering.

He watched the water fall for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand to disperse the water waves, got up and stepped out of the bathtub, dried his long hair with a towel, and returned to the bedroom with his clothes on.

There was a faint candle in the room.

He walked lightly, and before he reached the bed, he saw the young man poking his head out from under the quilt and winking at him lightly.

His heart softened, and the boredom accumulated in his chest was much less.

"Have you been waiting for a long time?" Ye Yunlan asked softly.

"No." Shen Shu still looked very energetic, "I can't sleep because the master is not here, and I have been practicing just now... the formula given to me by the fairy."

Ye Yunlan's eyes were soft, but he reprimanded softly, "You are growing up now, and you don't have enough rest. Be careful that you will not grow taller in the future, and it will be too late to regret it."

"...But if you are too tall, you can't lean in the arms of the master." Shen Shu said seriously, "This...is very good."

"Don't be so talkative." Ye Yunlan tapped his forehead with her fingers, "If you meet someone you like in the future, will you still want to nest in the arms of other girls, wanting others to pamper you and spoil you instead of you hugging her?" She, protect her?"

Shen Shu pursed his lips and said sullenly, "I don't want a girl, I just want a master."

Hearing this, Ye Yunlan laughed helplessly, "I forgot, at your age, you still don't understand these things. When you grow up, you should know that love and love in this world, where you just say you don't want it, you can refuse it. "

He didn't mention these anymore, sat on the side of the bed, rubbed the young man's head, "Hurry up and sleep. My teacher... is right here."

Shen Shu rubbed his hand and closed his eyes obediently.

He looked down at Shen Shu for a moment, and saw that the boy had really slept peacefully, so he took the Queying Sword by the bedside, put it on his lap, and began to wipe it slowly.

Wiping the sword is his daily homework.

As the half body of a sword repairer, the sword must communicate with it frequently.Even though Ye Yunlan has already mastered the art of swordsmanship, this effort cannot be spared.

After wiping the sword, the boy was already sound asleep, lying on the inner side of the bed, very quiet.

The moonlight shines in through the window sill, and the sea of ​​flowers outside the window is swaying.

Before being reborn, Ye Yunlan would never have imagined that in this life, she would still be able to get along with people at such a close distance, and even... sleep in the same bed.

It feels, however, not bad.

His slightly damp hair was already dry after taking a bath. He slowly sheathed his sword and lay sideways on the bed with very light movements.

Ever since he was injured, he was very tired and drowsy, and fell asleep after a while.

There was a faint hum of cicadas outside the window.

The house is quiet and peaceful.

Shen Shu, who was supposed to be asleep, slowly opened his eyes.

He turned his head and looked at the sleeping faces of the people around him.

In the past few days, he has already noticed that when this person falls asleep, his brows are always frowning, tossing and turning, as if he is always haunted by nightmares, and people can't help but want to reach out to smooth his brow wrinkles.

But he didn't dare to really stretch out his hand, for fear of waking him up, he could only use his eyes to slowly describe this person's face.

I traced it several times, but still felt that it was not enough, so I propped my head on my elbow and started counting each other's eyelashes one by one.

On weekdays, he would never dare to look at him like this presumptuously, for fear of exposing what he had buried deeply in front of this person. Only after nightfall, could his repressed mood be indulged a little.

A twisted black shadow spread from the ground, climbed on the bed frame of the carved bed, swaying and swaying with Shen Shu's breathing.

His eyes grew darker.

He thought, this person is usually cold and lonely, like a silent lotus blooming on a distant mountain, even though his body is stained with his blood, he is still born high and clean, spotless.

... But he was scheming and full of lies.

He didn't tell this person the truth about many things.The most important one is his physique.

That person only knew that he was a semi-finished puppet, and there was still a chance to turn it around, but he didn't know that he was not only a puppet, but also a born... monster.

The shadow on the bed frame writhed wildly.

If this man knew all the truth, would he still treat him like this?

Probably not.he thinks.

Master.

He murmured these two words, moved a little closer, and lowered his head to smell the cool and gentle fragrance of the other party.

Master.

He chanted again from the bottom of his heart, a satisfied smile slowly appeared on his pale face.

-

The morning light breaks.

In the open space in front of the bamboo building, Ye Yunlan was teaching Shen Shu how to learn swords.

The filth in Shen Shu's body has not been eliminated, and he can't practice luck yet, but it doesn't matter if he only learns the sword.

"There are five realms in the way of swordsmanship, which are Qizong, Ningyi, Grandmaster, Hinayana, and Mahayana." Ye Yunlan said.

"Master," Shen Shu questioned, "You told me before...that there are nine realms in practice, but now you say that there are five realms in the way of swordsmanship. I don't quite understand, which one is more... important?"

"Cultivating the Nine Realms represents the process of cultivators tempering their bodies between heaven and earth and detaching from the mundane. The Five Realms of Sword Dao represent the depth of monks' understanding of Sword Dao."

"If you ask which one is more important..." Ye Yunlan said lightly, "Cultivation is the foundation of everything. A mortal body is just a hundred-year-old skin without tempering. However, if you want to transform into a celestial being, you only need to accumulate cultivation. But it's not enough."

Shen Shu still looked a little confused.

"Let me give you an example." Ye Yunlan said, "Sect Master Qi Yunjun...has already transformed into a mortal, but before he reaches the mortal state, his swordsmanship must have reached Mahayana first. Otherwise, he would not be able to do it at all. Passed through the catastrophe smoothly."

Shen Shu suddenly realized: "I understand."

Ye Yunlan: "Just understand. Now, show me your sword."

Shen Shu nodded and did as he was told.

Ye Yunlan was watching from the side.As early as in the medicine hut, he had already experienced Shen Shu's sword, but the light was dim at that time. Now that he looked closely, he saw more problems.

Even though Shen Shu's movements were quick and powerful.

But he probably had never held a sword before.

"A swordsman needs to calm down and concentrate on holding a sword. He intends that his arm and sword are connected, and his heart is the same as the sword. This is the beginning of the way of swordsmanship."

"When holding the sword, the tiger's mouth needs to be facing the upper edge of the sword, and the five fingers are tightened tightly to the hilt...like this."

Ye Yunlan walked behind Shen Shu, leaned over to hold his hand, and carefully adjusted his posture.

Shen Shu froze slightly, "Master..."

Ye Yunlan was leading him to clasp the hilt of the sword with five fingers, when she heard this, she turned her head to look at him, "What?"

The face that seemed to be covered with frost and snow was in front of her eyes, only half an inch away, and her skin was soaked in the morning light, showing an almost transparent color.

The long eyelashes are thick and curled up, looking like flying.

"It's nothing," Shen Shu said in a hoarse voice, "I just wonder... when will I be able to use such an outstanding sword technique as Master."

"The practice of swordsmanship is mainly about diligence, and secondly, enlightenment." Ye Yunlan said, "When I first started learning swords, I swung my sword ten thousand times a day, and I didn't feel it was hard work. You can start from here."

As for enlightenment, he had no way to teach Shen Shu.

His kendo was completely destroyed once, and according to common sense, he would never make any progress in kendo in his life.

Later, the reason why he was able to walk on the path of extinction and death was that he had endured a hundred years of suffering in the Buddha Pagoda and realized it in endless pain.

...Until later he finally achieved great swordsmanship, but it was after that person's death.

He has been despised and feared by the world all his life, even though his swordsmanship is respected, he has always been alone.

And Shen Shu is so young.

You shouldn't follow him on that path.

After hearing his words, the boy said without hesitation, "Okay."

Knowing his stubborn nature, Ye Yunlan couldn't help reminding, "It's not easy to swing a sword ten thousand times. At the beginning, you can start with three thousand times a day, and then add up gradually, and gradually adapt."

Shen Shu nodded seriously.

Ye Yunlan said again: "The foundation of swordsmanship is the basic movements such as stabbing, cutting, wiping and picking. If you can find the most smooth and satisfactory point when you swing your sword in the continuous practice of swinging the sword, you can be regarded as a solid foundation of swordsmanship. Just look at me."

He pulled out the Shorting Shadow Sword, held it in his hand, and stabbed obliquely in the air.

Clothes fluttered, the narrow and indifferent eyes revealed a menacing sharpness, and the blood-red tear mole at the end of the eyes also jumped like a flame.

Stabbing, slashing, smearing, picking, the Queying Sword seemed to lose weight in his hands. They were all the most simple and unpretentious sword moves, but they were perfect and flawless.

With the wind blowing, countless petals fluttered around him.

When returning to the dust and mud, they were all turned into two neat pieces.

While using the sword, Ye Yunlan's cold voice sounded.

"When the long sword stabs straight, the wrist does not move, the arm exerts strength, the heart and the sword are combined, and the breath moves freely; when the long sword is cut vertically, the elbow is raised, and the breath is concentrated..."

He was explaining the main points, when suddenly he frowned, retracted the sword back to its sheath, and said to Shen Shu sideways: "You wait for me here for a while, digest it before you get it. I will be back soon."

Only then did Shen Shu slowly come back to his senses, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Ye Yunlan turned around and walked straight across the sea of ​​flowers, towards the bamboo forest.

He had already noticed that there were people in the bamboo forest, so he didn't bother to pay attention, but when he used the sword just now, the opponent's eyes were too hot to be ignored.

Ye Yunlan could only think of one person who would come to his remote place on weekdays.

tolerance.

He frowned and held the Queying sword in his hand, but suddenly heard a voice from the bamboo forest in front of him.

"There is a beautiful woman dancing in the distance, and it is suspected that Luoshen is coming to the world. Fortunately, I met her, and my heart and soul are soaring..."

Ye Yunlan: "..."

It should not be Rongran who can recite such greasy lines.

He walked over and saw a young man in a brown cloth robe under the cover of bamboo leaves, squatting on the ground with his head bowed, he didn't know what he was doing.

This person should be the source of that fiery gaze just now.

"What are you doing?" Ye Yunlan asked suddenly.

Chen Xianyu was startled, and looked up at Ye Yunlan, but his expression was stunned, and he said blankly: "Luo Shen..."

"Luo Shen?" Ye Yunlan frowned.

"Luo, no, no, Junior Brother Ye... I, I was just painting." Chen Xianyu stuttered.

"Painting?" Ye Yunlan's voice was still cold.

"Yes, painting, I'm painting..." Chen Xianyu looked around and rolled his eyes, "Bamboo! I'm painting the bamboo here!"

Ye Yunlan looked at Chen Xianyu expressionlessly.He remembered that he had met this person in Wendaopo, and he helped him pick up the album.

I didn't look carefully at that time, but now I realize that this person is quite familiar.

——Somewhat similar to a person he didn't want to see again in this life.

The tone couldn't help but become more indifferent, "Since it's just painting bamboo, why are you sneaking around here?"

Chen Xianyu hesitated.

Ye Yunlan: "This place is not far from my residence. I am a swordsman, and I don't like to be disturbed by other people's breath when I practice swords. This bamboo forest is very vast, can you bother me to find another place to paint?"

Hearing this, Chen Xianyu suddenly frowns.

"Junior Brother Ye, although there are many bamboos in this bamboo forest, there is only one green-tailed phoenix bamboo. Its posture is so beautiful that it makes people forget the customs. If I go to other places, how can I find such a bamboo to paint again?" Woolen cloth?"

Cuiwei Fenghuang Bamboo is a holy product among bamboos.But it was extinct thousands of years ago.

This man is obviously talking nonsense.

"Where is the green-tailed phoenix bamboo in this green bamboo forest?" Ye Yunlan said coldly.

"Junior Brother Ye, can't you hear it?" Chen Xianyu's face was reddish, and he decided to smash the can, "What I drew was not bamboo, but... it was you, Junior Brother Ye."

"Since the day I met Wen Wenpo, I can't forget my junior brother for a long time. I waited here for many days before I saw you come out. I couldn't help but draw a portrait of you."

"My name is Chen Xianyu. I have a nickname in the sect called 'Painting Crazy'. I often paint for my brothers and sisters. I'm not...not a sneaky person."

Speaking of painting, Chen Xianyu immediately spoke more fluently, "Junior Brother, do you know Xu Qingyue, the number one beauty in the cultivation world? Back then, he was famous all over the world for his sword dance on Yaotai. I always thought that no one in the world could surpass him. It wasn't until Junior Brother used the sword that I realized I was wrong."

"If junior brother allows me to paint a complete picture of you, when your portrait is spread, I am afraid that the title of the number one beauty in the cultivation world will change hands, and countless people will be crazy about you..."

"I don't want to leave any portraits in the world."

Ye Yunlan's words woke up Chen Xianyu like a bucket of ice water. "Why?"

"It doesn't make sense." Ye Yunlan said indifferently.

Chen Xianyu: "How could it be meaningless? Who doesn't want to leave traces in the long river of time in life, so that it is worth living in the world..."

Ye Yunlan said: "I don't want to."

"But..." Chen Xianyu still wanted to try to persuade her.

Ye Yunlan only said: "Brother Chen, please go back."

Chen Xianyu saw the boredom in the eyes of the person in front of him, and knew that he had completely offended the beauty, no matter how much he tried to persuade him, it would be useless.

He wrinkled his face bitterly.

But if such a beauty can't be included in his book of beauties, I'm afraid he won't be able to sleep peacefully in this life.

When Ye Yunlan returned to the bamboo building, he saw Shen Shu making gestures with a wooden sword.

"What did Master do?" Seeing him coming back, Shen Shu asked curiously.

Ye Yunlan said lightly: "Chasing away an annoying bamboo rat."

Shen Shu blinked and didn't ask any further questions.

Ye Yunlan looked at the sky and said, "Come on, let me teach you some sword techniques."

Shen Shu's eyes lit up suddenly, "Okay."

Ye Yunlan searched out the basic swordsmanship practiced by Tianzong disciples from his memory.

He hadn't used this sword technique for more than 200 years, and it was a little rusty for a while, and it took a few swings to be considered smooth.

But Shen Shu next to him followed him to learn the movements, and after just a while, he learned seven or eight points of his posture.

Ye Yunlan suddenly realized that not only the array technique, Shen Shu might also have an excellent talent in the way of swordsmanship.

And it turns out that's the case.

As long as he demonstrates most of the swordsmanship once, Shen Shu can learn most of them, and if he explains them in depth, he won't be able to find any flaws.

Teaching and teaching, Ye Yunlan rarely became interested in fighting.

After teaching a set of sword skills, he did not pull out the Queying Sword, but bent down to pick up the flowers and branches on the ground.

"Want to try the newly learned swordsmanship?"

Shen Shu nodded, his eyes sparkling, "I want to!"

A slight smile appeared in Ye Yunlan's eyes, "Then use the sword."

The master and apprentice fought against each other in the open space in front of the bamboo building.

Two figures, one tall and one short, staggered.

The boy used the sword with madness. Although there were still many flaws in his eyes, it made him feel a sense of oppression that he hadn't felt for a long time.

After a long time, the two figures stopped.

Shen Shu's face was flushed with sweat, and he was still looking at him with excitement.

Although Ye Yunlan didn't use all his strength, his back was soaked with sweat, and his clothes stuck to his back.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks.He panted low, trying to breathe steadily.

Seeing that Shen Shu still wanted to continue, he had no choice but to shout:

"stop."

Shen Shu stopped moving, "Master?"

"That's all for today." Ye Yunlan raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat off his face.

He felt a dull pain in his chest, but he didn't show it on his face, he just said: "There are seventeen flaws in the sword technique you used just now, I will explain it to you carefully."

Shen Shu looked at the man in front of him with a sweaty thin shirt and tired eyes, and suddenly said: "Why don't I go to boil water for Master to take a bath first, and then Master has a rest before you talk to me. It just so happens that I am also very tired gone."

Ye Yunlan pondered for a while, he was indeed tired, "That's fine too. But you don't have to boil water. I remember that there is a hot spring in Yanhui Peak, soaking in it can dredge the muscles and bones, it is suitable at this moment, you Come with me. We'll talk while we soak."

Soaking... while talking?

Shen Shu froze.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Ye Yunlan said, "What's the matter?"

Shen Shu came back to his senses.

"No, nothing. Master... let's go."

-

Chen Xianyu walked leisurely on the way back to his cave, while walking, he chanted the Luoshen Fu recorded in ancient books.

"...It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like the flowing wind. If the shoulders are shaved, the waist is as simple as the original. The neck is stretched and the neck is shown, and the quality is exposed..."

Suddenly he heard a soft voice: "Chen Xianyu! In broad daylight. With such an obscene expression on his face, which senior sister did you go to be rude again?"

Chen Xianyu instinctively hugged the picture album in her arms, and said with a bitter face: "I didn't do anything, Senior Sister Xiaowan, just let me go. Besides, I'm not abrupt, I'm just painting, and the way of painting is understandable." ? Didn't you see that Senior Sister Yin and the others praised me as a painting idiot after seeing my paintings?"

"Damn, what kind of painting idiot, it's clearly a nympho!" Lin Xiaowan said angrily, and suddenly narrowed her eyes, "I see that you have been restless since you saw Junior Brother Ye last time, so you are going to disturb Junior Brother Ye this time. ?”

"How could it be?" Chen Xianyu said awkwardly, and suddenly oiled the soles of his feet, "I have something urgent, I have to go back to the cave to deal with it, see you, sister."

"Seqian, stop!" Lin Xiaowan's voice came from behind.

Chen Xianyu ran wildly.

After finally returning to the cave, he wiped the sweat from his brow, slumped on the seat, and his mind was full of people he finally met today.

He sighed, it would be great if he could draw the other party...

Suddenly, he took out a piece of sparkling spiritual jade from his bosom.

After reading the message sent by Lingyu, sweat began to ooze from his forehead, his hands formed seals, and he performed the secret technique.

A water mirror unfolded in front of his eyes.

A man in white gradually appeared in the water mirror.

The man sits in the pavilion with a pool of green lotus behind him.

He was playing chess with one hand, and he was playing chess with himself, without turning his eyes to Chen Xianyu.

Chen Xianyu still lowered his head and shouted respectfully, "Brother."

time flies.

Chen Xianyu's forehead was sweating more and more.

It wasn't until the game of chess was over that the man turned his head to look at the water mirror.

He had a handsome face like that of an exiled immortal, and upon closer inspection, he had a three-point resemblance to Chen Xianyu.

——If you ask Chen Xianyu which person he is most afraid of in this world.

That must be his brother.

Chen Weiyuan.