Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Xianjun.Ye Yunlan chewed the word.

To him, this title is really a bit strange.

In his previous life, he was slandered and murdered by his fellow sect, and everyone called him a traitor to the sect, a shameless person; later, he was made into a furnace and sent to the demon sect, and the world called him a lackey of the demon king, a scum of the immortal sect.Until his mastery of swordsmanship, no one dared to point his nose and swear at him, but behind his back, people still secretly called him "Ghost Rakshasa".

Rakshasa is an evil spirit.According to legend, the male Rakshasa is extremely ugly, likes to eat people, and is hated by the world.

No one has ever called him such a beautiful word as "Xianjun".

……No.Ye Yunlan suddenly remembered that there were actually some.

In his previous life, he was burned by divine fire, and he was used to wearing black clothes to cover it up. However, that fellow Demon Venerable likes him wearing white clothes very much. When teasing him, he would often ask him in a low voice, "Immortal Elder, are you happy?" ?”

However, these ambiguous love stories between the beds are uncountable after all.

Ye Yunlan stood in the room, looked down at the young man, after a while, finally said: "You sneaked into this place late at night, peeping in front of my window, what do you want?"

"I have a question," the young man seemed to seldom speak, his voice was hoarse, and his words were extremely slow, "I want... Xianjun to answer."

Able to bypass the restriction placed by He Lanze without being touched, standing in front of his window in the middle of the night to peep, just to ask him a question?

Ye Yunlan didn't really believe it, frowned and said, "You can ask."

The young man looked up at him, that face was clearly handsome and sullen, but at this moment there seemed to be some kind of pure and focused expectation in his eyes, and he asked, "Before the fairy...why did you save me?"

save him?

Ye Yunlan recalled that the fire in the secret realm was out of control at that time, and when he left, he did save many people, and the young man might be one of them.

So he said lightly: "Save people casually, no reason is needed."

The young man pursed his lips, stared at him for a long while, and suddenly said, "Xian Jun is lying."

Ye Yunlan frowned, and then heard the young man muffled: "Where is someone who saves someone casually... but he also took his own life." The young man paused, and said in a hoarse voice, "When the blood of the fairy lord falls on me ... so hot."

Ye Yunlan was startled, "...it's you."

He did save many people in the secret realm, but only one was injured.

It was the boy he caught a glimpse of by chance when he was about to leave the secret realm.

He recalled the scene at that time.

In the scorching flames, the young man fell into a pool of blood. Although he was seriously injured, he was still crawling forward with both hands, his five fingers scratched out the dripping blood on the ground, and a winding blood trail was drawn from his body.

As if aware of his gaze, the boy suddenly turned his head to look at him.

That face was covered with blood and mud, and the eyes were dark and dead, without hope or prayer, only reflecting the fire like blood in the sky.

That gaze reminded Ye Yunlan of her previous life.

In the first half of his life, he had asked for help countless times.

...But he was deceived by lies again and again, and was abandoned like a shoestring again and again.

Later, he finally learned to be silent.Only occasionally, he would also think, if someone was willing to sincerely reach out to him in the first place, everything that happened later would be completely different.

He turned to save the boy who was struggling and crawling on the ground, as if crossing hundreds of years of torrent, trying to save himself when he was young.

The fire phoenix transformed from the spirit of Shenhuo crashed into his body, and the meridians in his body were shattered inch by inch.

The blood trickled down from his lips, but he didn't care.

Life and death, long ago, were no longer what he was obsessed with.

The boy standing by the window was still looking at him stubbornly.

Ye Yunlan was silent for a moment, and then said again: "If you really want to talk about the reason, it is probably because I think you are somewhat similar to me."

"Like?" The boy blinked suspiciously.

Ye Yunlan didn't want to explain too much, but said lightly: "I've already answered your question, you should go."

"No," the boy shook his head, "I have another question."

Ye Yunlan: "Say."

The young man said earnestly: "Xianjun, you saved me, so what should I do...to repay you?"

"...I don't need to repay." Ye Yunlan's brows suddenly showed a kind of fatigue and indifference. He leaned over the window sill, trying to reach out to close the window, "Saving people is my own business, and getting hurt is also my own business. It doesn't matter to anyone. I don't know how you got in, but I suggest you leave quickly before anyone finds out."

The sleeve was suddenly grabbed by the boy.

"No one will find out." The young man said, "Before I came in, I had already checked carefully, and now there is only Xianjun around... alone."

Ye Yunlan wanted to shake off the young man's hand, but suddenly his eyes touched the young man's bruised fingers and twisted and broken nails.

Most of the wounds had scabbed over and still looked hideous.

The young man tugged on his sleeve very tightly, there were clotted blood stains on the plain white sleeve, leaving dark red marks.

Like crushed cinnabar scattered on rice paper.

very glaring.

"Xianjun, tell me... what do you want?"

The young man asked him persistently.

Because of their posture, they were very close at this time, and Ye Yunlan could even see each of the boy's slightly trembling eyelashes.

"... What can you give me?" Ye Yunlan asked after a long time.

"All." The boy said without hesitation.

A breeze swayed, and the clouds broke and the moon rose.

The moonlight poured down on the young boy's thin shoulders.Those eyes became brighter and brighter in the moonlight.

He repeated earnestly: "I can give Xianjun...everything."

Ye Yunlan's voice was still cold: "Including your life?"

The boy nodded, "Including my life."

"...What do I want your life to do." Ye Yunlan suddenly looked away.

He stood up straight and looked into the distance, with black hair fluttering, and eyes that seemed to be fixed on the unmelted snow and ice on the distant mountains.

"If you want to repay, go and help me pick a snowdrop flower and bring it here."

Snow capsicum is born in the ice and snow, and it will wither immediately when the temperature is slightly higher.

Now it's the beginning of spring, Qingyun Mountain's climate is warm and humid, the snow has already melted, where can we find snow capsicum.Even if it is found, it cannot be brought to him intact.

When Ye Yunlan said this, he just wanted to dissuade the young man from thinking about it.

In this life, he no longer wants to get involved with people too much. If it wasn't for his serious injury and weakness, he wouldn't even want to deal with He Lanze who left him to recuperate. He just wanted to be alone, find a remote place, and spend his life peacefully.

However, to his surprise, the boy didn't hesitate, and replied directly: "Okay."

Ye Yunlan frowned, but saw the young man staring at him firmly, and said, "Xianjun, wait for me."

After finishing speaking, the boy finally let go of his sleeve, turned around and left.

His figure was as vigorous as a wolf, and soon disappeared at the end of the courtyard wall.

Ye Yunlan looked down at the wrinkled sleeves, which still had the dark red blood stains from the boy's hands.

He was silent for a long time before closing the window.

Day two.

Ye Yunlan put down the scroll, blew out the lamp, walked into the inner room, took the Queying Sword and sat on the bed quietly to wipe it.

The windows were not closed tightly.

The moonlight Lingling shines in and sprinkles on the body.

After he finished wiping the sword, he looked sideways at the moonlight outside the window for a long time.

The boy didn't come.

As he expected.

He got out of bed and closed the window, lying on the bed and closing his eyes.

If there seems to be no wind flowing, in the chaotic and broken dream, he can't sleep peacefully as before.

……

A few more days passed.

Ye Yunlan was leaning on the bed with a scroll and flipping through it when she suddenly heard someone knocking on the window.

He stopped flipping the book, and was silent for a moment, feeling a little surprised.

He originally thought that the young man had retreated and would not come back.

Ye Yunlan got up and opened the window.

He had just opened a gap when someone grabbed his hand.

Because of his body's ice root, his body temperature was already lower than that of ordinary people, but the hand holding him was even colder and frighteningly cold.

"Xianjun." He heard the young man's hoarse voice, "Xuedenhua... I brought it here."

Ye Yunlan caught the other party's wolf-like glinting eyes through the dark window, and was slightly startled.

He pulled away that hand calmly, opened the window, and said lightly, "Come in."

The boy turned over and jumped into the house.

He was still wearing the shabby clothes from before, but at this moment, water was dripping drop by drop.

The water fell on the ground, and a cold mist dispersed.

Ye Yunlan watched as the young man carefully took out a flower from his soaked clothes and held it in front of him.

The peanuts are pure white and crystal clear, with extremely beautiful shape, there are twelve petals, gathered into a cup shape, each petal is like ice and snow.

It's snow capsicum.

Ye Yunlan lowered his head and looked at it for a moment, then suddenly said: "Did you go to Wangyun Peak?"

According to the solar terms at this time, there will be no snow on Qingyun Mountain, except for one place.

Wangyun Peak, where the head of Tianzong retreated.

Wangyun Peak is very cold all year round, and there are many restrictions inside, no disciples dare to approach it on weekdays.

The young man nodded.

Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, "The snow calendula will wither soon after leaving the ice and snow, how did you bring it here?"

"The flowers I picked in the first few days... all withered." The young man said, "Later, I thought of a way."

"I heard... there is a cold spring on Qingya Peak, the water of the cold spring is condensed into ice soul, even under the scorching sun, the chill will not dissipate."

"So before I took the flowers, I soaked them in the cold spring for half a day, and then hid the flowers in my arms, so that the flowers would not wither halfway."

As the young man said, a smile suddenly appeared on his pale and handsome face. With this smile, the innate viciousness that seemed to be born in him faded a lot, and he looked like a wet and fluffy little wolf cub. Seeking praise.

He said: "Xianjun, Xuezhanhua... is it pretty?"

Ye Yunlan never thought that the boy would come up with such a method.

He took the snow calendula, stroked one of the petals with his fingertips, the petal trembled slightly, and then slowly turned into snow-white flower juice, flowing down his palm.

After a while, the deciduous flower that the young man worked so hard to get had already withered and scattered in his palm.

There was no look of disappointment on the boy's face, he didn't even look at the Xuezhanhua, he just looked up at him and said: "If Xianjun still wants to see flowers, I can... help Xianjun to get them."

The young man tugged at his sleeve, "So... in the future, can I come to see Xianjun again?"

Ye Yunlan was silent for a long time this time, before finally raising her hand and stroking the boy's head.

The boy's hair was wet and cold, but he could vaguely feel a little softness.

Maybe it's not softness, but he is soft-hearted.

"What's your name?" Ye Yunlan asked.

The boy said: "Shen Shu."

Shen Shu.

Ye Yunlan had no memory of this name in her previous life.

Probably because... Shen Shu in his previous life was not rescued from the secret realm.

Shen Shu survived because of himself.

Thinking of this, Ye Yunlan's heart suddenly trembled slightly.

"The cold spring invades the bones, and it is easy to get wind and cold. You should go back and change your clothes today," he said, "In the future, there is no need to bring snow capsicum over here."

The boy's hand pulling his sleeve tightened suddenly.

Ye Yunlan turned her head, pursed her lips, and continued: "...Celendula is fragile and difficult to grow, and it is easy to wither. In fact, I don't like it very much. If you come over in the future, please bring me some other flowers."

-

When He Lanze entered the room carrying the medicine bowl, he smelled a faint fragrance of flowers.

He saw Ye Yunlan standing by the window with his back to him, as if he was fiddling with something, his black hair was falling down like a waterfall, and his figure was thin. Although he was not far away, he looked like a cloud of smoke. dissipated.

He Lanze walked behind him, and suddenly had the urge to hug him tightly.

He said softly, "Junior Brother Ye, it's time to drink the medicine."

Ye Yunlan gave a faint "hmm", "Brother, put it on the table, I'll drink it later."

It was only then that He Lanze noticed that what Ye Yunlan was playing with were a few red plums in a bottle.The bright red plums made his hands as pale as snow.

The neck is slender, and the long eyelashes are like feathers.

People and flowers are extremely beautiful scenery.

However, no red plums were planted in the courtyard.

He Lanze frowned, and suddenly said: "Junior Brother Rong came to see you again?"

Ye Yunlan didn't answer, but carefully arranged the red plums with lowered eyes.

Seeing that he didn't answer, He Lanze confirmed his guess in his heart. He was silent for a while, and said: "If Junior Brother Ye likes flowers and plants, I will bring some of them when Senior Brother comes to visit you in the future. Junior Brother has been recuperating here for a long time. Flowers and plants are also good to relieve boredom."

Ye Yunlan shook his head, "You don't need to bother senior brother."

He left the red plum with his fingertips, picked up the medicine bowl on the table, went back to Hanyu's bed and sat down to drink the medicine.

While the sleeves are swinging, there is a faint fragrance floating.

It seems to be the fragrance of plum blossoms, and it also seems to be the unique cold fragrance of him, mixed with the slightly bitter medicinal fragrance in the bowl, mixed together, floating in the afternoon sun, it feels intoxicating.

He Lanze leaned against the outer wall and did not follow Ye Yunlan into the inner room.

He lowered his head and took a few deep breaths.

He used to know that only beauty can make people linger in their dreams, but he didn't know that after getting along for a long time, even a scent of fragrance can also arouse longing and unwillingness in the heart.

He remembered what Rong Ran had said to him showing off when he left, and slowly clenched his fists.

At this moment, a soft voice suddenly sounded outside the door, "Alan, are you awake? Come and open the door for me."

"I'll take you to see Master for healing."