Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Ye Yunlan made no mistake.

This black jade is indeed the one that Rong Ran left for him back then.

Back then, after he came to Tianzong, Rong Ran asked for this black jade back, but at this moment, this black jade was hanging on the hilt of Qi Yunjun's sword.

...So after he returned the black jade to Rong Ran, Rong Ran gave this black jade to his own master?

Seeing that he didn't answer, Mr. Qiyun turned his gaze to his own sword, raised the long sword in front of him, and said indifferently: "My sword is named Xuanqing Du'e, and it was refined for Xuanqing Jade Soul. It can kill all the demons in the world."

He finished and repeated it again.

"What's the name of your sword?"

Only then did Ye Yunlan withdraw her attention from Mo Yu.Clasping the long sword in his hand with five fingers, he said, "The name of the sword is Queying."

Mr. Qiyun: "It's still a good sword." He paused for a moment, and then said, "It's just that it's not suitable for you."

Ye Yunlan's tone became cold, and he said, "This is my natal sword."

"If it is not suitable, it will always be unsuitable." Lord Qiyun said, "It is not suitable for you."

The man's stature was much taller than ordinary people's, and his brows were sparse and indifferent. When he looked down at people, it was like a fairy looking down on ants on the ground.

Ye Yunlan said coldly: "I have no cultivation base now, and Queying can't exert the full power of Eleven in my hands. If this is the case, it should be said that I am not worthy, isn't it me? Immortal Venerable is too meddlesome .”

"Using an inappropriate sword will only hinder your kendo." Qi Yunjun said.

Ye Yunlan was worried.

In the previous life, this person was also like this, he made a decisive statement, no matter how others explained it, he only agreed with what he thought.

So he was trapped in the Buddha Pagoda for a hundred years, no matter how much he begged and cursed, all he got was a sentence from the other party, "The evil intention has not disappeared".

Before he could say "what has it to do with you", he heard Mr. Qi Yun continue: "I have extremely desolate gold, nine deep cold meteors, and horizontal frost iron, which can help you eliminate the connection with the current natal sword, and then refine it again. Make a suitable natal sword."

What Mr. Qiyun said were all rare tempered sword fairy materials in the world. Ordinary sword cultivators would be ecstatic when they got one, but he said it casually in such a flat tone.

"Only one condition."

he said.

"—Be my apprentice."

Ye Yunlan felt it was ridiculous.

He raised his eyelids, the moles at the end of his eyes were scorchingly bright, and his black pupils shrank tightly, "—You said, you want to accept me as your apprentice?"

Qiyun-jun looked down at the person in front of him, and calmly said: "Yes." He practiced the ruthless way, and since he set foot on this way, he has completely cut off all emotions and desires.

He would never accept disciples in this life, Rong Ran was just an exception.

... Until just now, he saw Ye Yunlan's sword.

He saw in the sea of ​​flowers, this man was holding a cyan flower branch in his hand, and his sleeves fluttered, drawing a lonely and dim sword light.

Although bleak, but no time.

There were thorns on the flower branch, and it seemed that the sword light also had thorns, piercing into his eyes extremely sharply.

In recent years, he has rarely been amazed by one thing.

Last time, it was about Ye Yunlan's face.

This time, it was the sword against this man.

What's it like after the kendo reaches the limit?

If you teach him to answer, there is only one answer.

Lonely.

The solitude of the unbearably cold high place.

Ever since he reached the realm of transformation and the Mahayana of swordsmanship, almost no one in the world is worthy of his sword anymore.

But sword cultivators need opponents on their way of practice.

In the person in front of him, he saw the potential to become his opponent.

So I feel sorry for the fact that this person's kendo doesn't match his natal sword.

Therefore, I would like to accept him as a disciple.

——Through my own hands, according to my own mind, I have trained an apprentice who is enough to become an opponent.

Thinking of this, he felt that in the ruthless and lonely world, he finally found a little hope.

But Ye Yunlan said: "I don't need it."

Qi Yun-jun: "Why?"

Psychologically, Ye Yunlan was extremely bored with this man, and when he took a look at him, he felt a heavy depression in his chest, and he just wanted to turn around and leave.

However, the matter of the Buddha Pagoda in the previous life cannot be said, he was silent for a while, and said: "I remember that Rong Ran is the disciple of the Immortal Venerable."

Qiyun-jun: "Yes."

Ye Yunlan said: "Xianzun's disciples have misbehavior, act recklessly, and attack the same sect. The ancients said that it is the father's fault if they are not raised, and the teacher is lazy. I don't want to be a teacher like him. people."

Qi Yun-jun frowned, "What did he do?"

Ye Yunlan asked back: "Isn't the Immortal Master a master, but he doesn't even know what his disciples have done?"

Lord Qiyun said: "I took him as a disciple just to pay off the cause and effect. He has no qualifications for sword cultivation, and what I teach on weekdays are just heretic methods."

In this way, it is simply admitting that I did not seriously teach.

Mr. Qi Yun seemed to realize that saying this really seemed a bit irresponsible, so he paused and said, "If you get started, I can teach you more than that."

"I will find a way to solve the injury of the god fire for you. You can read the Tianzong swordsmanship at any time. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me. I will teach you to understand. I can forge the most suitable sword for you. , and sparring with you, until you can stand shoulder to shoulder with me in the Mahayana of swordsmanship."

This is the opportunity that all sword cultivators in the world dream of.

However, Ye Yunlan was indifferent to this.His eyes touched the black jade hanging from the hilt of Lord Qiyun's sword, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"May I ask what is the cause and effect of what the immortal owes?" He asked suddenly.

Qi Yunjun frowned, not knowing why Ye Yunlan would ask such a question, but he replied after a while: "Thanks for saving my life."

Ye Yunlan's eyes flickered for a moment, and he asked again, "What kind of life-saving grace?"

This is not something that cannot be said.

For the first time he wanted to take the initiative to accept the apprentice, Qi Yun-jun was very patient, and said: "I was mortal when I crossed the catastrophe. I was seriously injured and recuperated in Xuanhu Peak. Rong Ran is a disciple of Xuanhu Peak. I and his Karma is what was owed at that time."

Shedding the mortal calamity is the boundary between immortals and mortals.

Only after going through the catastrophe of transformation, can one be considered qualified to start climbing the immortal ranks.

When he was crossing the catastrophe, the nine thousand heavenly catastrophes fell suddenly, and Xuan Qing's sword of crossing evil was in the thunder catastrophe, and his spirituality was almost completely exhausted.

This is not the same as the catastrophe of transformation recorded in the history books.

The power is at least ten times that recorded above.

He tried his best to survive the last catastrophe, but passed out in a coma.

When I woke up again, I was already at Xuanhu Peak.

And time has passed three years.

He lost three years of memory.

All I know is that Rong Qingjue and Rong Ran father and son rescued him.

Rong Qing is definitely the master of Xuanhu Peak, with superb medical skills, but a little bit lacking in character, but treating his wounds for three years is considered to be a dedication.

Rong Ran is the son of Rong Qingjue. He is beautiful in appearance and gentle in temperament. When he just woke up, he was taken care of by the other party.

According to Rong Qingjue's words, he was not allowed to spread the news of his injury for fear of harming the sect's safety, so for the past three years, he has been taken care of by his son.

He accepted this situation, and according to Rong Ran's request, he accepted the other party as a registered disciple.

Rong Ran has an obedient temperament, as an apprentice, she is quite at ease.

Later, Rong Ran returned the Xuanpo Jade to him.

Xuan Soul Jade is a relic of his master, which means a lot to him.

He originally thought that the Xuanpo Jade had been lost in the Heavenly Tribulation, but he did not expect that it was in Rong Ran's hands.

This cause and effect became more and more difficult to dispel, so he simply accepted the other party as his personal heir, and protected him under his wings for the rest of his life.

As for the other meanings of Xuan Soul Jade... He didn't know what he thought about those years when he lost his memory, and he didn't want to know.

After going through the catastrophe of transformation, his ruthless way has almost reached the culmination, and he is destined to have no love or desire for the people of this world, and to be with the sword in his hand for this life.

Ye Yunlan frowned.

It is Xuanhu Peak, not Taolin.

Maybe he was wrong.

He still looked at the Xuanqing Du'e Sword in Qi Yunjun's hand, not only the black jade, but also the pitch-black scabbard.

I didn't look carefully last time, but now I realized that there was an out of place peach blossom engraved on the dark and simple scabbard.

Delicate and bright.Very vivid.

He thought of the peach forest that was also out of place in Yuntian Palace.

Ye Yunlan didn't want to talk to this person anymore, so she was silent for a while, and said: "The immortal seems to have a special liking for peach blossoms?"

Qiyun-jun: "Yes."

"Why?" Ye Yunlan said, "The place where the celestial venerable lives is snowing all the year round. I thought the celestial lord would prefer ice lotus and snow cups rather than peaches."

Qi Yunjun's eyebrows were slightly cold, and he said lightly: "This has nothing to do with you."

Ye Yunlan remained expressionless, "If the Immortal doesn't say anything, how do you know it has nothing to do with me?"

Qi Yunjun: "I like peaches, and it has nothing to do with anyone in the world."

It really has nothing to do with anyone in this world.

Only about himself.

When the ruthless way is close to great success, there will be a catastrophe of heart demons.

The inner demons are silent and often difficult to detect.

And his heart demon tribulation was a dream.

In his dreams, there is often a peach grove, and in the peach grove there is a dim figure whose face cannot be seen clearly.

That person would run in the peach grove, would smile lightly and beautifully, and would hold his sleeve and act coquettishly.

Every time he heard that smile, he couldn't help but feel his heart soften, his mood shake, and he wanted to hold hands with it.

But that was still just a person he imagined in the heart demon tribulation.

An unreal shadow.

Carrying the only love and desire, thoughts and thoughts left in his life.

Ye Yunlan: "Since the immortal is unwilling to say anything, there is nothing to say between us."

While speaking, he couldn't help but coughed again, then raised his head, his gaze was indifferent, "Please go back, Immortal Venerable. I won't ask you to be my teacher, and I don't need you to forge swords for me."

Qi Yun-jun frowned again.

Ye Yunlan's repeated refusals already displeased him.

Although he really wanted to accept this person as his disciple, but as the suzerain of Tianzong and the supreme swordsman, he had to face in the end.

No matter how much he appreciated it, he would never say the same promise a second time.

He remembered the purpose of his visit this time.

"The divine fire injury on your body has been aroused, and I need to suppress it with spiritual power." Qi Yunjun said coldly, "I said that your injury needs to be suppressed repeatedly every month. It has been a month now, why don't I see you here?" Yuntian Palace?"

From the moment she stepped out of Yuntian Palace, Ye Yunlan had no intention of going back.

At this moment, although his chest was tight and he was coughing up blood, he only said indifferently: "Yuntian Palace is snowing all the year round, and I am afraid of the cold, so I don't like to stay in it, so I don't want to go. It's just right, and there is no need to waste the immortal's time." .”

This man always speaks with a thorn in his side.

Mr. Qiyun wanted to turn around and leave, but he remembered the thin figure of this person walking in the wind and snow that day, looked down at his pale complexion, fixed his gaze on this person's bright red eyes, and finally said calmly.

"Since you are afraid of the cold and don't want to go, then I will heal your injuries at your residence."

Ye Yunlan wanted to refuse, but felt that the energy in her whole body was locked and she couldn't move.Qiyun-jun stretched out his long arms, picked him up, and swept him into the bamboo building.

——Shen Shu is boiling hot water.

The firewood crackled, hot sweat dripped from his forehead, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he was still thinking about the sparring with his master just now.

This was the first time he picked off a flower branch from the opponent's hand.

Although Shen Shu knew that his master had never used all his strength, and that the flaw just now came suddenly, even on purpose, but he was still very excited.

The shadow beside the flame was also writhing happily.

He once made a promise in front of Ye Yunlan that he would use his own power to protect him in the future, it was not a lie.

Today, we are one step closer to our goal.

The tips of his ears moved suddenly, and he heard the sound coming from the bamboo building.

And footsteps.

It was not like his master's usual light and ethereal footsteps, but calm and powerful, revealing an indescribable rhythm.

It came from Master's bedroom.

Shen Shu's eyes darkened, and he stopped his movements.

He quickly walked back to the bedroom, and saw the carved bed where he often slept with his master, and there were two people sitting cross-legged.

A tall, white-haired man.

There is another one, his master.

His master's clothes were disheveled, his back was pressed against by the man's palms, his face was pale, and there was sweat on his cheeks.

And the pale thin lips were stained with bright red blood.

The author has something to say: ——No matter how much he appreciates it, he will not make the same promise a second time.

Ye Yunlan: Remember what you said today.