Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

On the Strip there was a dispute.

"Boy, quickly hand over to me the treasure you stole from the psychic stream!"

At the corner of the intersection, a young man in brocade clothes with a machete and several guards surrounded a thin young man in the corner.

The young man was half leaning against the wall with bruises all over his body, with blood on his mouth and dust on his face.Holding the sword in his hand, he was very embarrassed and weak, but his expression was stubborn, "I didn't...steal! You are wronged, wronged...me!"

He spoke word by word, with blood overflowing from his lips every time he said a word.

Ye Yunlan's footsteps stopped.

The Tianchi Mountain Discussion Association gathered a group of elites, and there were countless elites from various sects and sects who came from all over the cultivation world, and it was normal for conflicts to arise.

Shen Shu didn't intend to pay attention to these things at all, he just stopped when he saw his master stop.

He looked sideways at the figure in white fox fur beside him.Mi Li covered the opponent's face, so he couldn't see the opponent's expression clearly.

He knew that his master was indifferent, and although he had a kind heart, he hadn't overflowed to the point of meddling in other people's affairs.

Back then, he asked his master why he saved him, and his master replied at first, "He saved him casually." Happy.It's just that at that time, he didn't think carefully about this special meaning.

It wasn't until we got along for a long time that I realized that apart from him, when the master saved so many other disciples in the secret realm, it was actually "handy" as the other party said.

To his master, saving people... seems to be a habit formed over the years.

It's not about pity, it's just habit.

That's it.

After Ye Yunlan stopped, he didn't speak.

The young man in brocade clothes didn't notice Ye Yunlan either, he pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and stepped on the young man by the wall, "Stop making excuses, hand over the treasure you stole, I can barely spare you from death."

The young man was full of stubbornness, and he just repeated, "I, no, yes...stolen!"

Seeing that the tip of the knife had reached the young man's neck, with blood seeping out, Ye Yunlan said, "Stop."

The young man in brocade clothes heard a cool and pleasant voice, his heart skipped a beat, the tip of the knife was still on the young man's neck, and he turned around.

But I saw a man in white clothes and fox fur.

Mi Li covered his face, and his body was very low.

At most, it is only the gas refining period.

Standing next to that man was a young man in black, with a dao crown tied up in his hair, looking at him with cold eyes, his cultivation was not weak, just like him, he was at the golden core stage.

But it's only the golden core stage.

The guards around him were all in the Nascent Soul stage, and even he himself was about to break through the golden core and become a Nascent Soul.

He has always been arrogant and domineering, seeing that the person who stopped him was not very strong, he sneered: "Who are you, how dare you stop me?"

"Do you know that my father is Nangong Yu, the chief disciple of Yang Hezhen, the Taoist sect, and now the master of the Taoist sect, what qualifications do you have to meddle in my business in front of me, Nangong Qing?"

Ye Yunlan stood where he was, expressionless.

qualifications.

Ever since he was reborn, he always seemed to be questioned about his qualifications.

It's also novel.

When he was saving people in his previous life, he always just drew his sword in silence, and never listened to threats from others.

Good and evil in the world are black and white, and he has his own measure in his heart.

Even if his swordsmanship is regarded as evil, the people he saves also regard him as a ghost.

But he didn't care.

He walked in the fragmented world at that time and saved countless people from suffering.There is indeed a kindness to drive, but more, it is just a habit.

He does not expect the return of others, nor does he care about his own life or death.

...But I only hope that God can return a little mercy.

He didn't believe in fate, but in order to save that person's remnant soul, he did good deeds every day to accumulate virtue, went to temples, and knelt down to worship gods, just to give that person a chance of reincarnation.

Now, someone is asking about his qualifications.

Ye Yunlan replied indifferently: "It's just from my heart. What does it have to do with you?"

Nangong Qing originally thought his voice was pleasant, but now that he was refuted, he was furious, sneered, and said in a sharp voice: "You are wearing a fence, hiding your head and showing your tail, could it be that you are a demon cultivator who sneaked into Tianchi Mountain, so you dare not take it seriously? Can you show it to others?"

"If not, then take off the fence and talk to me again. If so, then today, I, Nangong Qing, will do justice for the heavens—" Nangong Qing said, turning the scimitar against the young man's neck, and heading towards Ye Yunlan Go, and then heard a sword cry, it was Shen Shu who suddenly drew his sword and blocked a blow for Ye Yunlan.

Over the years, Shen Shu's face had faded from its original paleness and gloom, and he usually behaved decently, like a decent disciple of a famous family, but at this moment, his eyes were showing hostility like wild wolves, and the cold light inside them surprised Nangong Qing.

"Oh, there are still people protecting you by your side." Nangong Qing suppressed the irritating fear in his heart, and taunted, "Seeing that your footsteps are vain, and you have no cultivation, it is flattering to say that you are a demon. Could it be some woman in the world, Run away from home, and elope with your little lover, cultivator, and come to Tianchi Mountain to have fun, right?"

It is very difficult for ordinary people to recognize Ye Yunlan as a woman just by looking at her figure and demeanor. Nangong Qing's words are obviously insulting.

Ye Yunlan was expressionless.

He had heard too many insults and scoldings in his previous life, and there were countless people in the world who hated him and wanted him to die, so he would not be hurt by words long ago.

But Nangong Qing continued: "Immortals are different, how long can your little lover treat you well? After you get dirty, I don't know if your husband in the mortal world will still want your broken shoes."

The word "husband" made Ye Yunlan's eyes turn cold.

"Shen Shu, step back."

Shen Shu: "Master?"

Ye Yunlan's voice was very light, "I only use the sword alone."

Only one person drew the sword.

This is a sword cultivator who is extremely confident and proud of himself, asking for a fight with his opponent.

Shen Shu: "Yes."

He already felt that when his master was really holding the sword at this moment, his aura was completely different from his usual one.

It was also different from when he taught himself on weekdays.

At that time, Ye Yunlan was still soft and tender, even though he was cold and indifferent, when giving advice to him, it was still like spring wind turning into rain, moistening things silently, and taking care of every detail.

But never did his best.

And now, maybe it should be the real appearance of the opponent when using the sword.

——Indifference, coldness, invincibility.

Nothing can melt him.

Chen Weiyuan was watching quietly on the Xunxian Pavilion.

Xu Qingyue suddenly asked out of curiosity, "What are you looking at, brother?"

Chen Weiyuan turned his head to the side, and said lightly: "It's nothing."

He carefully brewed the Spring Mountain Gel in his hand, then poured a cup for Xu Qingyue, "Qingyue, come."

Xu Qingyue smiled and said: "This Spring Mountain Condensation has a strong tea fragrance, with the fresh and sweet taste of spring, and the aftertaste is sweet after drinking. It is really good."

Chen Weiyuan said warmly: "If you like it, drink more."

In the mist, he took a quick glance and looked down the street.

Just at this time, a bright sword light flashed across, like a morning star breaking dawn.

The sword is beautiful.

He thought lightly.

And what about people?

Ye Yunlan had already drawn out his sword, and the light of the sword was dim.

Nangong Qing looked disdainfully, raised the scimitar in his hand, and said, "You want to kill yourself, don't blame me for helping you."

He is a cultivator at the Jindan period, and he is about to break through the Nascent Soul. Although the realm piled up by countless panacea is still unstable, it is more than enough to deal with a monk who has no cultivation level, not to mention the guards arranged by his father around him.

The sword light collided with the sword light.

The smoke and dust on the ground swung away.

Ye Yunlan has put the sword back into its sheath.

Behind the fence, his brows revealed a bit of unspeakable loneliness and boredom.

Nangong Qing stood there blankly.

His knife had already fallen to the ground, and there was a faint bloodstain on the side of his neck. Until then, a small gap opened, and then a drop of blood dripped silently.

The audience was in an uproar.

They thought it was a battle without suspense, but now they found that there was indeed no suspense, but the result was completely contrary to their expectations.

Holding the teacup, Chen Weiyuan looked at the scene on the street.

Xu Qingyue: "Brother Chen?"

After all, he also looked at the street.

The distance is not far, Xu Qingyue is also a sword cultivator, and Xu Qingyue felt the sword intent of extinction of all things on the street, and her back was slightly chilled, and she couldn't help sighing, "What a strong sword."

Chen Weiyuan suddenly said: "The sword is powerful, but it has no cultivation base to support it. If you meet a real strong man, it will be just a castle in the air after all, and it will be broken when you touch it."

Xu Qingyue disagreed, "Although this is the case, cultivation can accumulate over time, but the realm of swordsmanship needs to go through many trials and tribulations to make progress. The two cannot be compared."

Chen Weiyuan was noncommittal.

on the street.

Nangong Qing managed to recover from the shock.

Lost, he actually lost?

Losing to a mortal whose cultivation base has not even reached foundation establishment?

The surrounding discussions made him feel irritable. Nangong Qing couldn't think about the dazzling sword aura just now that made his neck hurt, and he couldn't bear it, and he couldn't admit that he...was afraid.

He ordered the surrounding guards and shouted: "You guys, go up and capture them both!"

Several Nascent Soul Stage guards were shocked by the result of the competition, but at this moment they listened to the order and all came back to their senses and rushed forward.

This time, Shen Shu didn't listen to Ye Yunlan's words of not letting him help, and directly drew his sword to block in front of Ye Yunlan, "Master, you go first!"

He still remembered what Mr. Qi Yun said in the room before.

Ye Yunlan can't use swordsmanship frequently, otherwise, the relapse of the injury three years ago will happen again.

He came to the Taoist meeting this time to obtain the elixir to heal the master's wounds, how could he see the master suffer half the damage.

As for the group of people in front of me...

His eyes were dim, and there was a little blood in his eyes.

"Shen Shu!" Ye Yunlan's voice suddenly became harsh.

Because of Shen Shu's physique, he never relaxed his care of Shen Shu.

Shen Shu's puppet's physique has not been eliminated. If it is thirsty for strength, it can absorb the filthy atmosphere of the world at any time to make a breakthrough.It's just that in Qingyun Mountain these years, Shen Shu has always been obedient, which made him feel at ease.

After Weiwan came to Tianchi Mountain, there was a hint of loss of control.

Shen Shu knew what he was worried about, and tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, "Master, I won't..." He blocked another person's attack with his sword, "I said that I want to be the apprentice you are satisfied with... There are some things. , I promised Master that I would not do it, so I will definitely not do it."

"Don't shoot. Trust me, Master."

Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, and finally did not stop Shen Shu.

But it is also impossible to leave the apprentice and go first.

So he only held the Queying sword and looked at Shen Shu intently.

And Shen Shu did exactly what he said.

He is only a golden core, but he is not at all vulnerable under the siege of several people.

Ye Yunlan was not too surprised by the result.

Shen Shu's Sword Dao realm has progressed very rapidly. Before coming to the Dao Discussion Meeting, he had already broken through to the Grandmaster Realm, and he was on par with He Lanze.

This is why they can fight across borders.

The sweeping sword move was blocked by Shen Shu calmly, and as he swung the long sword, the young man's face became more and more fierce and handsome, his eyes like cold stars.

But during the battle, he saw that the long sword in Shen Shu's hand slowly cracked.

This is not Shen Shu's natal sword, but an ordinary iron handle, which cannot bear too much spiritual power.

In the past few years, the refining materials he had prepared for Shen Shu were almost ready. After returning home, he could teach him how to forge the natal sword. By then, Shen Shu would no longer be tired of weapons.

Amidst the chaos, Ye Yunlan looked calm.He was protected by his apprentice, and he didn't need to act, so he thought alone, most of which were related to Shen Shu.

But Nangong Qing suddenly attacked him frantically with a sword.

"I don't believe—" Nangong Qing had a grim expression on his face, "How can there be a sword cultivator in this world who can defeat me with a mortal body—!"

Shen Shu was entangled by those Nascent Soul cultivators, and turned around to protect him. Because he was too anxious, a wound was drawn on his arm, and he didn't realize it.

But Ye Yunlan has already unleashed his sword again.

The sword light passed by.

Upstairs, Chen Weiyuan's fingers suddenly drew a few mantras in the void.

Chen Xianyu vaguely noticed something, and asked in surprise: "Brother?"

Chen Weiyuan glanced at him sideways, and said in a calm voice, "Huh?"

Chen Xianyu: "Nothing, nothing."

Between the heaven and the earth, a strong wind suddenly blew up.

The strong wind rustled the trees, and the flags and flags of the vendors in the town fluttered.

The sword is bleeding.

Nangong Qing had completely fallen to the ground.

As for the person who just made the move, the power fence was blown away by the sudden gust of wind when the sword light was criss-crossing.

Hair that was as long as a waterfall fell down, winding on the snow-white fox fur.

Holding a sword, he was standing in the sun, wearing a fox fur, but his face was paler than the fox fur, as if frozen in ice and snow.

Only a little vermilion at the corners of the eyes, like red plums blooming on ice and snow, makes people feel the thrilling beauty.

The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent for a moment.

The teacup in Chen Weiyuan's hand fell on the table, splashing a few drops of water.

Xu Qingyue slowly looked at the figures on the street for a long time, then suddenly said: "Brother, who is he?"

Chen Weiyuan remained silent, just staring at the figure on the street.The five fingers that are used to playing chess are slightly curled up, as if trying to grab something.

And above the street.

But Ye Yunlan seemed to have noticed something suddenly, turned her head, and then faced the third floor of Xunxian Pavilion, a pair of dark and deep, as if full of stars...

familiar eyes.