Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

A few days later, Ye Yunlan went to Xingquan Peak again to submit the tasks he had received a few days ago in exchange for meritorious service.

Considering his physical condition, the tasks he took were all tasks that could not be solved without running around, most of which were related to the research of refining weapons, formation techniques, and alchemy.

He has read countless books in his previous life, and walked alone in the world of cultivation for nearly a hundred years. He is not to mention very proficient in all kinds of knowledge in the world of cultivation.

The deacon in charge of task handover looked at the person in front of him suspiciously, "Are you sure, these more than 20 tasks...you have to submit them together?"

These more than 20 missions are varied and involve various difficulties in practice, just looking at them has already dazzled him.

How much energy does it take for a person to be proficient in so many types of knowledge and solve so many problems?

Could it be that they came here to swindle meritorious deeds.

In the past, it is not unheard of that disciples of Tianzong accepted the mission and perfunctorily tried to get away with it and gain meritorious service.

The end result is that they are directly prohibited from using meritorious service to barter, ruining the easiest way to obtain cultivation resources in the sect in vain, and there is no place to cry afterwards.

He looked at the outstanding appearance of the person in front of him, thought for a while, and couldn't help reminding: "You should think about it, once you submit the task, if the elders fail to review it, you will be severely punished."

Ye Yunlan only said calmly, "Let's hand it over."

The deacon sighed, and had no choice but to put away the stack of papers that Ye Yunlan handed over to him.

On weekdays, the disciples use the jade slips of spiritual consciousness to record.Very few people use paper.

He couldn't help but look down at the paper, only to feel that this person's handwriting was as beautiful as others, with a natural style, clear and graceful.

"Half of the meritorious service has been credited to your sect's disciple's token, and the remaining half will be released to you after the task review is passed." The deacon said.

Ye Yunlan nodded slightly, "Thank you."

Then he took out the Zongmen Disciple Order and went to the Zongmen Treasure Pavilion where the meritorious service was bartered.

The merits accumulated in more than [-] missions, even if they are only half, are not a minority. Ye Yunlan changed enough medicinal materials for Shen Shu first, and his eyes fell on the long swords placed on the shelf beside him.

The blades are sharp and full of aura, and they are all high-grade spirit swords.

But still out of his sight.

He is thinking.

It is impossible for Shen Shu to use the wooden sword he sharpened all the time in the future.

After a little success in cultivation, he will forge his own natal spirit sword.The required materials are ready now.

He promised the other party to use the best materials.

He looked at a piece of star meteorite.

A small piece is worth the merits of more than 20 missions.This is just an inferior material for sword practice.

Ye Yunlan was a little distressed.

He couldn't help but miss the various materials in his storage ring in his previous life. Those were the precious treasures he had accumulated little by little since he walked in the cultivation world for so many years.

...It's a pity that after his death, there is no one who can inherit it.

Back at the bamboo building, Ye Yunlan called Shen Shu to boil hot water.

He prepared the medicinal bath according to the medicinal ingredients on the prescription in his memory, and said to Shen Shu, "Take off your clothes."

Shen Shu froze, "...Master?"

"Practice the method of breathing and breathing that I taught you, together with the medicated bath, can remove the Qi in your body with the greatest effect. This medicated bath is prepared for you."

Shen Shu still didn't move.

The roots of the ears slowly turned red.

Although he had already bathed in the hot spring with this person before, but at that time the hot spring was misty and covered with rocks, so unlike this moment, his master was standing in front of him in full clothes.

But he called him to undress.

Shen Shu: "Master, can I... alone?"

"You have a special physique. As a teacher, you need to pay attention to your situation at all times to prevent accidents." Ye Yunlan looked down at him, his eyes were cold and quiet, as if filled with dust-free ice and snow on a distant mountain.

But the more so, the more ashamed he was taught.

Shen Shu's cheeks also slowly turned red.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally took off his clothes quickly, and wanted to jump into the tub.

"Wait." Ye Yunlan called him to stop.

Shen Shu froze in place.

Ye Yunlan walked to his side, and immediately after, Shen Shu felt the man's soft and slippery hand holding his shoulder.

"The water in this medicated bath has just been boiled and it's too hot. Are you going to boil yourself if you're in such a hurry?" .”

"Now, as a teacher, I will first touch your bones."

Root bones, spiritual roots, and comprehension are the basic criteria for judging the qualifications of practitioners.

For a monk with a high level of cultivation, with a glance at his spiritual sense, he would be able to roughly understand what a monk's bones and spiritual roots are like, but now Ye Yunlan can't.

You can only use the most basic techniques to touch and judge, so that you can teach the other party the most suitable exercises when they really start to practice spiritual power.

Ye Yunlan's hand slowly stroked Shen Shu's back, following the governor's vein, touching the most important spine of the practitioner.

He noticed that the young man was thin and thin, but at such a young age, there were already many mottled scars on his back.

Shen Shu trembled slightly.

With his back turned to Ye Yunlan, he could feel the slightly cold fingertips brushing over his scars like a breeze after the other person touched his spine carefully, with a gentle and comforting meaning.

"You have very good roots," Ye Yunlan said, "If you start practicing spiritual power, you will be able to improve by leaps and bounds in a short time."

As he spoke, his eyes paused on the puppet print on the back of Shen Shu's neck.

That ferocious rune, like an ugly spider sticking to the young man's pale neck, was extremely shocking.

He continued: "You have such aptitude, you should shine in the world of practice. You should not be anyone's puppet or weapon. Shen Shu, as a teacher, I hope that you can be yourself in the future."

"I will, Master."

Shen Shu agreed, his thin back trembling slightly under the palm of this man.

"Okay, now that the properties of the medicine have been fused, go in and soak in the medicine bath."

Hearing this, Shen Shu almost walked into the tub in a hurry and dipped into the medicinal bath.

He let out a deep breath, and the heat on his face subsided slightly.

The water in the medicated bath was a bit irritating, it turned into a hot stream and hit the meridians, causing a kind of pain like a needle prick, and his pain perception was several times that of ordinary people, which made the pain even worse.

Although he has not exceeded the limit of his patience, he still raised his eyes to look at Ye Yunlan, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master...it hurts" "Be patient." Ye Yunlan stroked his head, "Exercise the breathing I taught you Breathe out the method, take this opportunity to expel the filth from the body."

"Hmm..." Shen Shu obeyed the method, and under the stimulation of the medicine, something like black mist soon escaped from his body.

The power summoned by Yuan Yongzhi's forbidden technique in his body flowed out of the gap like water, and he didn't feel any pity at all.

He would rather not have power that cannot be completely controlled by him.

And in this way, he can get closer to his master.

The medicated bath needs to be soaked for three hours.

Shen Shu lay on the edge of the tub, watching Ye Yunlan standing nearby, watching him intently in the mist, observing his situation.

"Master... I still feel pain." He said sullenly.

Ye Yunlan frowned slightly, trying to distract him, and said, "Let me tell you a story as a teacher."

Shen Shu's eyes lit up, and he asked, "What...a story?"

Ye Yunlan: "What do you want to hear?"

Shen Shu thought for a while, and said, "I want to hear... the story of master learning swords before. Is there someone who taught you?"

"Most of the master's swordsmanship relies on self-awareness and long-term practice." Ye Yunlan said, "It's just, you ask if anyone has taught me..."

The dark and evil figure of that person appeared in his memory.

After the man rescued him from the Buddha Pagoda, knowing that his death was approaching, the man left him his lifelong understanding and cultivation of the way of swordsmanship, as well as his own sword.

Later, when he annihilated the Mahayana of Sword Intent, he ascended to Taxu, and he couldn't do without the cause and effect of the opponent.

"Yes." He whispered.

Shen Shu: "Who is that person?"

"...a person who is determined to go his own way and act recklessly."

Shen Shu blinked, "Then should I call him... Shizu?"

Ye Yunlan remembered the injustice of himself and that person in his previous life, and after a long silence, he said, "Yes."

Seeing his stunned look, Shen Shu felt a little uncomfortable.

Only now did he know that his master was not as cold and cold as he looked on the outside, but would also hide people in his heart and remember them forever.

"What's the name of the master?"

Shen Shu asked again.

Ye Yunlan closed his eyes and said, "He has no name, only a title."

—"When you draw your sword, you need to calm your heart and hold your breath, and concentrate your mind and mind."

There is a breeze blowing in the sea of ​​flowers.

Ye Yunlan pointed at Shen Shu with the flower branch in his hand, his black hair fluttered and his sleeves fluttered, under the sun, he looked like a banished immortal.

Shen Shu stood opposite him, holding a wooden sword in both hands, eager to try.

Both sides fight.

Ye Yunlan's swordsmanship was still calm and graceful, but Shen Shu's movements became faster and faster, and his swordsmanship became more and more dense, like raindrops.

For swordsmanship, Shen Shu did have some wild instincts.

Suddenly, he caught an imperceptible pause in Ye Yunlan's movements, and lifted the flower branch in Ye Yunlan's hand.

This was the first time Shen Shu gained the upper hand when the master and apprentice were fighting each other.

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Shen Shu's face was dripping with sweat, but his eyes were extremely bright, looking at Ye Yunlan burningly.

Ye Yunlan lowered his eyes and looked at the flower branch that fell on the ground, and said, "That's right, you have already started this set of sword skills." His voice was a little hoarse, and he said calmly: "Today's sword practice will end here, you go to boil water Well, continue soaking in the medicated bath later. After soaking for two or three times, the filth in your body will be completely eliminated, and then you can start real spiritual cultivation."

Shen Shu said: "Okay, Master."

When Shen Shu disappeared from sight, Ye Yunlan frowned tightly.

When they fought just now, the sudden pain in the chest still hasn't disappeared.

I endured it, and finally coughed.

The palm was dyed a touch of bright red.

"Your sword intent is too strong. Even if you deliberately suppress it, you will draw the spiritual power of your body when you fight with others, causing repeated injuries." A cold voice suddenly came from the side.

Ye Yunlan turned sideways, and saw a man in a white-clothed crane cloak standing there with a sword in the bamboo forest not far away. He had been standing there for an unknown how long.

He pursed his lips, and silently held the Queying Sword in his hand.

Qi Yun-jun had already stepped in front of him. He was tall, with extremely high cultivation and a strong sense of oppression.

He said again: "But, your sword is very good."

Ye Yunlan knew that the match between him and Shen Shu just now, the other party probably watched the whole process.

As a great swordsman, even if he had deliberately suppressed his strength when fighting with Shen Shu, the opponent should be able to see a lot.

"What's its name?" Qi Yun-jun continued to ask.

He didn't answer.

His eyes only looked at the Nine Heavens Crossing Evil Sword in the opponent's hand.

He looked at the black jade that he was very familiar with hanging on the hilt of the opponent's sword.

The author has something to say: Shen Shu: Damn it, Master actually has someone in his heart.