Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The blood was dazzling.

Shen Shu stared closely at Ye Yunlan's pale side face, and at the hand of the white-haired man clinging to Ye Yunlan's back.

The sunlight came in from outside the window, casting a distorted shadow on the young man.

"Who are you and what are you doing to Master!"

Ye Yunlan heard Shen Shu's voice, raised her long eyelashes stained with sweat, and looked at the boy standing by the door.

Why did Shen Shu come here...

Everyone knows that Qi Yunjun, the lord of Tianzong, hates demon cultivators. The Xuanqing Du'e sword in his hand is specially made to kill demons.

Shen Shu is a semi-finished puppet, and the filth in his body has not been completely removed. If he acts impulsively, he will expose his identity in front of Qi Yunjun...

Ye Yunlan said hoarsely, "Go out."

Shen Shu was taken aback, "Master?"

Ye Yunlan closed his eyes, and the drop of sweat rolled down from his eyelashes and landed on the back of his tight hand, splashing a silent splash.

"I'll tell you." He repeated hoarsely.

But this time, Shen Shu was not as obedient as usual.

He stood on the spot and said stubbornly: "Master is injured, I... can't go."

As he spoke, there was darkness in his eyes.

Ye Yunlan said in a low voice: "It's just a minor injury."

Qi Yunjun's icy spiritual power washed through his body, suppressing the restless spirit of Shenhuo.It's just that the damaged meridians in the body are already fragile, so it's unavoidable to be in pain under such violent washing, so he let out a low muffled groan.

Shen Shu: "Master!"

"Calm your mind." The man behind him suddenly said, and the heavy spiritual pressure locked his body.Ye Yunlan only felt that his perception of the outside world suddenly became blurred, as if separated by a thick membrane.

——He couldn't hear Shen Shu's voice anymore.

The back of Ye Yunlan's hands tensed even more, revealing blue-colored winding meridians.

Queying is by his side.

If when he was reborn, when Qi Yunjun forced him to heal his wounds, he would have directly used the sword to cast the forbidden technique, even if he might perish together with the other party, he would still have to use this to break through the hundred years of being trapped in the Buddha Pagoda in his previous life. Leave the fear demons behind.

——He was no longer the self who was suppressed so powerlessly in the Buddha Pagoda.

But not now.

Now he has a concern.

In the long dark night, he took a snow capsicum, and he kept a little wolf cub by his side ever since.

That little wolf cub is still immature and very clingy, but he hasn't grown up enough to be able to be independent in the future.

He looked at the boy standing by the door.

The boy seemed to be talking, but he couldn't hear it anymore, and his vision was hazy and he couldn't see clearly.

"Listen to my teacher." Ye Yunlan spoke again, her voice was low and hoarse, "Be good."

"The suzerain...is just helping the teacher heal his wounds."

Healing?

Shen Shu wanted to stop in front of Ye Yunlan.

He looked at the white-haired man in a cloak sitting cross-legged on the bed.

From beginning to end, this person never explained a word to him.As if disdainful.

"Healing... Master's injury, did it happen again?"

Shen Shu looked at the glaring blood on Ye Yunlan's lips and clenched his fists tightly.

He thought of Ye Yunlan's momentary stiffness and slowness when he was sparring in the sea of ​​flowers just now - was it then?Or earlier?

Ye Yunlan didn't answer any more.

He can't hear.

"Is it because of me that Master..." Shen Shu said in a hoarse voice, but saw the expressionless white-haired man turn his head and glanced at him with his light and cold pupils.

At a glance, there seemed to be endless frost and snow passing by, and the black shadow around his feet stopped for a moment.

——It seems to have encountered a natural enemy.

"Noisy." The man said.

Shen Shu felt himself pushed out of the bedroom by a force, and the door slammed shut in front of him.

That power seemed to have no roots and no source, and there was no trace in front of his eyes, and it seemed to be everywhere in the world, everywhere.

He remembered what his master said, the realm of transformation is the boundary between immortals and mortals.

So this is the power of the Transcendence Realm?

He looked at the closed door in front of him, and in his mind was the pale side face of his master who was soaking in cold sweat during the healing process, and his five fingers were slowly clenched into the palm of his hand, oozing blood.

He clearly said that he must protect the master.

But he could only watch helplessly as a strange man healed his master, but he could only stand beside him, unable to even express a word of concern on his face.

He also thought of Rong Ran who harbored ill intentions towards his master in the Tingfeng Pavilion.He Lanze, who thought of something, showed great hospitality in the bamboo building.Thinking of the Senior Sister Yin whom she met in Xingquan Peak who flirted with Master.

The excitement that arose during the sparring had completely dissipated.

Shen Shu once again deeply realized that he was so weak, but those people who coveted his master were all strong.

Shen Shu suddenly had an uncontrollable ambition to become stronger.

Only get stronger.

In order to stay with Master forever.

——As the spiritual pressure that imprisoned the whole body slowly disappeared, the injury of the divine fire in the body stabilized again.

But when Ye Yunlan sensed the spiritual power in his body that did not belong to him at all, a deep disgust appeared between his brows.

——That's why he didn't want to go to Qiyun-jun for healing.

"That young man just now is your apprentice?" Qi Yunjun stepped off the bed and suddenly asked.

Ye Yunlan raised her hand to straighten her clothes expressionlessly, "Yes."

"He is full of hostility, unsteady, and possesses the potential to become a demon." Qi Yun-jun judged lightly.

Ye Yunlan's heart was shocked, but the expression on his face was still unrevealed: "So what?"

"If I were you, I would order him to enter Siguoya, question his heart, and allow him to set foot on the road until he dispels his hostility. Otherwise, with his heart, he will easily go mad in the future." Qi Yun-jun said indifferently.

Ye Yunlan said coldly: "The Immortal Venerable is really astute. You can judge a person's temperament just by meeting him once."

Why can't Mr. Qi Yun hear the sarcasm in his words, he just feels that this person is the same as the blue flower branch he was holding in his hand before, clearly fragile, but thorny and sharp, always thinking of hurting others.

...But he didn't care if he would break his roots because of it.

He suddenly said: "The reason why you refused to accept me as an apprentice is because of him?"

Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, "If the immortal thinks so, there is nothing wrong with it."

Lord Qiyun said: "You have an excellent talent in the way of swordsmanship, you should concentrate on refining this way, instead of wasting your talent and focus on other things."

Ye Yunlan: "Whether it should be or not is my own business, and I don't need to worry about the immortal. The healing is over, please go back to the immortal."

Qi Yunjun stared at the cold eyes of the person in front of him, except for the blood-stained lips with a slight mocking arc, which was gorgeous and shockingly beautiful, but he seemed to not take him seriously at all.

He still couldn't understand where this man's disgusting attitude towards him came from.

But suddenly thought, what would this person look like if he really laughed.

...Will it be as light and beautiful as the person in his dream, as if all the flowers in the peach forest are in full bloom for him.

——When Ye Yunlan walked out of the room, Shen Shu was nowhere to be seen.

When he walked to the bathroom, he found that the young man was soaking in the wooden barrel in silence, so he walked over and whispered, "Shen Shu."

Shen Shu responded in a low voice, "Master."

After this sound, he fell silent again, neither crying out for pain as before, nor secretly raising his eyes to look at him.

Ye Yunlan: "What's wrong?"

Shen Shu shook his head, "Nothing."

This is clearly something on my mind.

Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, and said: "The man just now is the Sect Master of Tianzong. He was entrusted by others to heal my wounds, so you don't have to worry about it."

Shen Shu said sullenly, "I'm not worried."

Still insincere.

Ye Yunlan rubbed his head helplessly, and said softly, "Tell Master, what happened."

He coaxed and coaxed, and Shen Shu finally looked up.

Then he was startled, and saw that the boy's eye sockets were obviously red.

"Master's relapse, is it related to me?" Shen Shu asked him.

Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, and said: "The injury of the teacher is not healed, it's none of your business."

"Master is lying to me again." Shen Shu said.

The wooden barrel was steaming, and the young man's eyes seemed to be covered with mist. Seeing that he didn't answer, his expression was slightly gloomy.

"As I said, I will find the best elixir in the world for Master and heal Master's wounds." He whispered, "I will definitely do it."

"So, the next time Master's injury occurs, can you stop hiding it from me?"

For these years, Ye Yunlan has been walking alone in the world, and she has long been used to taking care of everything by herself.

Hearing the young man's serious words at this moment, he was suddenly at a loss.

As he hesitated to answer, the boy stared at him without blinking.

The rising heat condensed water droplets on the boy's eyelashes, and then dripped down his pale cheeks.

Always soft-hearted.

Ye Yunlan reached out to wipe off the wet marks on the boy's face with his fingertips, and agreed.

"it is good."

--time flies.

cold winter.

Qingyun Mountain is snowing.

Ye Yunlan sat in front of the book table, concentrating on flipping through the scroll in his hand.

He was wrapped in a fluffy fox fur, and his long black hair hung down behind him, revealing a snow-white face in the fluff.

Inside the house, the stove is lit to burn incense, and there are several red plums in a vase in the corner.

The window was wide open, and the outside world was covered in silver, but there was no wind and snow pouring into the house, and a layer of transparent ripples could be vaguely seen.

——It is because someone set up a barrier on the window coffin that can block the wind and snow.

The house is quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly footsteps came.

The study door was pushed open, and a young man in black walked in, holding a celadon bowl in his hand.

"Master."

Ye Yunlan raised his head and said, "Why did you come back so early today?"

The young man said: "It's cold in the mountain, my disciple is thinking about Master's health, so I came back earlier."

He was dressed in black clothes, his hair was tied in a ponytail, his face was handsome and sharp, and he could vaguely see the immaturity of his youth.

It's just that the gloomy and hostile atmosphere at the beginning seems to have disappeared with the passage of time.

Now, he looks no different from any disciple who has been properly cultivated by the righteous way of the Immortal Gate since childhood, and even more outstanding.

Ye Yunlan looked at Shen Shu with a little emotion in his heart.

Three years ago, after the filth in Shen Shu's body was eliminated, he taught Shen Shu the method of practicing spiritual energy.

Although Shen Shu's aptitude has been expected, but in just three years, he broke through three realms and was promoted to Jindan. Such aptitude is probably beyond the reach of all geniuses in the cultivation world.

The apprentice has achieved something in his studies, and as a master, he is naturally gratified.

only……

"Master, this is the heart-quenching snow lotus that I have newly found. It has been warmed with a low fire for twelve hours. It has the effect of nourishing the heart and spleen and warming the spirit veins."

Shen Shu came over with a porcelain bowl and leaned on the desk to look at him.

Those pitch-black eyes are narrower and sharper than when he was young, but the pupil color when looking at him is still pure and serious.

His voice was still between a youth and a teenager, with a low and hoarse voice.

"I've taken out the lotus heart and added rock sugar, it's not bitter."

Shen Shu picked up the porcelain spoon, put it on his lips and blew gently, and asked him in a low voice.

"Master, have a taste, okay?"