Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The night was quiet.

Dots of fluorescent lights dance on the lake.

On the shore, a young man in black with hair tied held a long sword in his hand, waving fierce sword auras one after another.

The starlight reflected the cold light on the sword body, and the young man's face was hidden in the night, except for a pair of eyes that were as bright as cold stars, which still did not look dim in the interlaced and bright sword light.

Ye Yunlan watched his disciple wield the sword, "In the past three years, my master has taught you the sword technique of reflecting the sky. Among them, you have achieved great success in the three moves of 'Thunder', 'Lightning', and 'Storm'."

He paused, seemed to have pondered for a while, and then said: "There is only one last move left, 'Wei Lan', let me have a look."

Shen Shu raised his hand to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Yes, Master."

He took a deep breath, tried his best to calm down the hostility in his heart, and all his thoughts, and raised the long sword in his hand, imagining that there was a flat lake in front of the long sword, and the long sword swept across the lake like a breeze blowing waves .

But as soon as the sword was used, he felt a feeling in his heart.

inappropriate.

Ye Yunlan's voice sounded at the same time.

"Shen Shu."

Shen Shu stopped moving, bowed his head and shouted in a low voice: "Master."

Feeling a bit disappointed in my heart.

He is very talented in the way of swordsmanship. He mastered the three moves of "Thunder", "Lightning", and "Storm Rain" very quickly. Only this style "Wei Lan" has been practiced hard for half a year, but he still can't hear it. My master gave a satisfied approval.

He actually knew why.

There are too many desires and delusions in his heart, and he cannot achieve the state of mind required by "Wei Lan".

Thinking of disappointing Master again, Shen Shu silently clenched the sword in his hand.

But I didn't expect Ye Yunlan to say: "You don't need to be discouraged. There are only three forms of Yingtian swordsmanship. You can learn it in just three years, and you have surpassed countless swordsmen in the world. This fourth form is for you. It was added later. If you hadn't seen Wei Shi's annotations when you were looking at the sword manual, and pestered Wei Shi to learn it, Wei Shi would not have taught you."

The Yingtian swordsmanship is the swordsmanship he chose specially for Shen Shu.

Although there are only three styles, there are endless changes.

Moreover, the swordsmanship is fierce, which is suitable for Shen Shu, who is young and energetic, and has not yet learned how to restrain his sharpness.

Back then, when he was sent to the Demon Palace, after the Demon Lord took off the spirit lock ring that Chen Weiyuan used to confine his spiritual power for him, the first sword technique he learned was the Sky Reflection Sword Technique.

When he saw this sword art for the first time in Mozun's library, he liked the artistic conception of the sword art very much.

Later, after Mozun found out that he was practicing Yingtian swordsmanship, he said with great interest that he would practice together with him, and compete to see who could learn faster.

Losers will be punished.

Mozun's kendo realm is much higher than him, and kendo is by analogy, so naturally he can't compare with the other party.

And the other party's punishment is probably some bad taste in bed, even if it's not like swordsmanship, this person always has other reasons to torment him, he has long been used to it.

After the tenderness is over, Mozun will hug him, break up every point and every drop of the sword technique, and talk to him.

At that time, the demon king was rare and gentle.

There are a lot of swordsmanship in his mind, which were all learned by Mozun first after he learned about it, and then told him in detail about his experience.

Mozun took it as fun back then.

It's just that even Mozun didn't develop the fourth style of Yingtian swordsmanship.

Although it is derived from the sword technique of reflecting the sky, the artistic conception of "Wei Lan" is completely different from the previous styles of thunder and lightning, violent wind and shower.

The stagnant water is slightly billowing.

If the heart is stagnant, there will be slight waves.

This is the sword technique that he evolved after ascending to Taxu.With one strike of the sword, the Heavenly Mystery Formation that no one could break through for thousands of years shattered in front of him, leaving nothing left.

Another nickname given to this style of swordsmanship by the world is "annihilation".

"Some sword techniques are not comprehensible at your current age and experience, as well as your current xinxing."

"If possible, I would rather you as a teacher, and never have to understand the true meaning of this style of swordsmanship."

Ye Yunlan rubbed Shen Shu's head.

Shen Shu was already very tall, and when his head was touched at this moment, he still hung his head and rubbed against his palm just like when he was a boy.

The hair is soft, and the palms are slightly itchy when rubbed.

Ye Yunlan said: "You don't need to be obsessed with one style of swordsmanship. Come on, let's compete with my master, it can be regarded as a warm-up for tomorrow's discussion meeting."

Since Ye Yunlan was injured that time, Shen Shu has not fought against Ye Yunlan for a long time, "Master, your body..."

"Just now, Xu Qingyue and I competed in the sword state. Although we didn't draw the sword, we still have the sword energy in our hearts. If we don't vent it through sparring, it will be more troublesome." Ye Yunlan said, "Don't worry. Bring out the sword."

Shen Shu pursed his lips, met Ye Yunlan's cold gaze, and said with an unassailable tone, and finally drew his sword slowly.

After the sparring, the master and apprentice rested.

Ye Yunlan sat under the willow tree.

Weeping willows shining with silver light swayed beside him, and he put one hand on his knee, quietly looking at the night sky.

The stars are vast and far away.

It's like some people and things are beyond recall.

Sitting beside Ye Yunlan, Shen Shu has been observing the situation of his master, lest Ye Yunlan suddenly cough up blood.

After watching quietly for a long time, the side face of the other party was pale and quiet, as if there was a faint light.

They were so close that each other seemed more distant than the bright moon in the sky.

Shen Shu's heart tightened suddenly, and he suddenly said, "Master, let me rub your shoulders."

Just after the sparring, there was indeed a slight soreness in the shoulder, and Ye Yunlan nodded lightly as she had nothing to do.

Shen Shu conveniently propped up his body with his hands, and went to Ye Yunlan to rub his shoulders.

His hands were slender and strong, with thin calluses from practicing swords all the year round, and the strength of rubbing his shoulders was neither light nor heavy, very comfortable.

The young man knelt in front of him with his head bowed, his eyelashes drooping, and his eyebrows were handsome.

Ye Yunlan raised her head, and bumped into the other's dark and deep eyes, which seemed to have deep currents and undercurrents, but also tenderness.

He was in a trance for a moment.

Very similar.

It was very similar to the way he was lying under the almond tree that year, and the petals fell on that person's shoulders, and that person injected spiritual power into his body bit by bit, staring deeply at him.

The danger of restraint, the tenderness of the bone.

He raised his hand and slowly touched the side face of the person in front of him.

"Master?" Shen Shu said hoarsely.

Ye Yunlan suddenly came back to his senses and put his hand down.He turned his face and said in a low voice, "It's nothing."

He didn't see Shen Shu's eyes suddenly darkened after he let go.

It's always the case.

Shen Shu thought.

Always suddenly distracted, or looking at something in a daze.Sometimes she is clearly looking at him, but it seems to be looking at others through him.

Master, what are you thinking?

"Let's go back." Ye Yunlan got up and said, "Tomorrow's Dao meeting, you also need to rest earlier to recharge your energy."

Shen Shu: "...OK."

——Spiritual Stream, Ziyue Valley.

In this seminar, the disciples from the northern sects were all assigned to Ziyue Valley.

"Qingyue, the cave you chose has a very good environment."

Chen Weiyuan sat on the jade bench, with a faint smile on his handsome face, but his complexion was a little pale.

Xu Qingyue came over with a cup of tea, frowning, "Senior Brother Chen, the power of blood is not endless, there is no one like you who can use it wantonly."

He put the teacup in front of Chen Weiyuan, the sound of the teacup hitting the table was a little heavy, showing Xu Qingyue's anger, "No wonder you Chen people are short-lived, really, really don't know how to cherish yourself..."

Chen Weiyuan said: "Prying into the heavenly secrets, one has to pay the price." He said, suddenly smiled lightly, "Qingyue is so worried about me, is she afraid that she will have a short-lived husband in the future?"

Xu Qingyue pursed her lips, but did not answer.He met Chen Weiyuan 12 years ago.

In the beginning, it was Chen Weiyuan who approached him proactively.

At that time they were still young, he admired Chen Weiyuan at the martial arts competition and wanted to get to know each other.

But later, it was Chen Weiyuan who pursued him.

They were already close friends at that time, Chen Weiyuan's confession shocked him, he thought that Chen Weiyuan made friends with him, but he actually treated him as a woman, and he was angry for a long time.

However, Chen Weiyuan told him very seriously that he was ignorant of love, and was at a loss for Chen Weiyuan's pursuit. At first, he avoided seeing him, but once he fell into danger in a secret place, he and Chen Weiyuan were in danger together, and the other party took care of him everywhere, meticulously, He was also injured protecting him.

Later, he agreed to the other party's pursuit.

He felt that he should like Chen Weiyuan.Therefore, he will want to meet the other party, and will also be anxious and worried about the other party's injury.

But whether liking and love are the same thing, he still doesn't understand until now.

Suddenly, Xu Qingyue's mind flashed the appearance of Ye Yunlan's long sword pointed at him today.

His heart suddenly beat violently again.

what happened to him?

"Don't worry," Chen Weiyuan stood up and held his hand, "Senior brother has his own measure, not to mention, there is still you."

Chen Weiyuan lowered his head and kissed his forehead, "The Xu family has the blood of the ancient wood spirit, and the energy of life circulates endlessly. As long as we both cultivate together in the future, the loss of this blood is nothing."

Although Xu Qingyue does not understand love, it is not that she does not understand the word "Shuangxiu", her cheeks flushed brightly and beautifully.

Chen Weiyuan rolled his Adam's apple slightly, and said in a low voice, "... Qingyue."

Xu Qingyue felt Chen Weiyuan's breath spraying on his forehead. Chen Weiyuan always liked to be close to him like this when there was no one on weekdays. He was very ashamed at first, but he gradually got used to it, but today he felt a little discomfort for some reason.

"Why are you distracted, huh?" Chen Weiyuan said suddenly.

Xu Qingyue suddenly pushed him away, and hurriedly said: "Senior Brother Chen, tomorrow... tomorrow I have to attend the seminar."

"I think, Fellow Daoist Ye and his disciples will also participate in the seminar. If I can defeat his disciples, will it impress him?"

Chen Weiyuan said: "Qingyue, why are you still thinking about others, senior brother will be angry." Pretending to be slightly angry, seeing Xu Qingyue's bewildered look, he chuckled again, "Senior brother was just joking to tease you. Alright, Qingyue, go and rest."

Xu Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother also rest early."

Chen Weiyuan nodded.

After walking out of Xu Qingyue's cave, the smile on Chen Weiyuan's face suddenly disappeared.

——Chen Weiyuan had a dream.

He was walking in the thick snow.

Snow fell on his shoulders.

In the distance, he saw a man standing under the white plum tree holding a lamp, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting for him.

That figure was thin and thin, standing in the wind and snow, it was rare for him to show a trace of pity.

The other party held a lamp and walked towards him.

He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, only saw a slender white hand gently brushing the snow off his shoulder.

There was a sudden movement in his heart, and before the man withdrew his hand, he suddenly grabbed the other's hand and pulled him into his arms.

That hand is soft.

And the body leaning against his arms was also very soft.

Soft to his heart.

The screen turns.

He is dealing with official business in front of the desk.

Suddenly, a cool and gentle fragrance surrounded him.It seems to be the aroma of white plum, and it seems to contain other things.

Someone walked up to him and gently placed a cup of hot tea by his hand.

Call him softly: "Husband."