Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Ye Yunlan was sitting in the open-air garden of the Fairy Palace.Nian'er is still kneading the fur ball? Fluffy, the fur ball has given up resistance, curled up limply, let Nian'er pinch and knead it into a round shape.

On the table was a carved porcelain vase, on which was inserted a branch of longevity flower, the faint blue petals swaying in the wind.

Ye Yunlan looked down at the top of the floating clouds? Shen Shu dealt with the opponent neatly, with a tall and straight figure, full of confidence, and his brows softened a bit.

Shen Shu has grown up.

Not only the body shape, but also the cultivation base is one step closer. It is almost the completion of the golden core, and it will soon be promoted to the Nascent Soul.At that time, even Shen Shu had a place in the world of comprehension where there were countless powerful people, and there was not much he could teach the other party.

When Shen Shu arrives at Yuan Ying, he can return the puppet beads to the other party, and then enter the secret realm of the former J? to find the soul-attracting flower for Shen Shu to solve the puppet seal. The handle is suitable for his own natal spirit sword...

By the time……

He thought about it, retracted his eyes that fell on the top of the floating clouds, and looked at the scattered clouds in the sky.

After a while, he raised his fingertips again and lightly touched the petals of the longevity flower in the porcelain vase on the table.

Nian'er suddenly said, "Brother?"

Ye Yunlan: "Huh?"

Nian'er stared blankly at Ye Yunlan for a moment, and said, "I don't know why, just now my brother gave me the feeling that I will suddenly disappear in the next moment."

Ye Yunlan: "Is the person here? How could he suddenly disappear?"

Nian'er: "In the past... when my emperor came to see Nian'er for the last time, he also showed an expression similar to that of his brother, and then he suddenly disappeared."

Nian'er was in front of him, always mentioning it? That "My Emperor".

Ye Yunlan remained motionless, looked at Nian'er with a calm gaze, and suddenly asked, "Nian'er, do I look like the 'My Emperor' in your memory?"

Nian'er nodded and said earnestly: "My brother and my emperor are indeed very similar."

Ye Yunlan said: "But I? Not him."

Nian'er seemed to have been poked into her mind, a blush suddenly appeared on her face, she bit her lip, and said, "Brother... don't you believe that there is a saying about reincarnation?"

"No. I believe that there is reincarnation on earth." Ye Yunlan said calmly, "But I have always believed that people are shaped by experiences. Even if the same soul walks through Huangquan Road, After drinking Mengpo soup and washing away all the reincarnation experiences, I am no longer the same person."

Nian'er was still a little puzzled, and murmured: "People are shaped by their experiences...?"

"Different experiences create people's different personalities and ways of thinking about things, and also create different bonds and causes and effects between people," Ye Yunlan said, "Even if you do it all over again, change the time and place. , Situation, and then get to know another person, and the one you know is no longer the person in your memory.”

Nian'er still doesn't understand.

She just felt that Ye Yunlan's expression of lowering his head and reaching out to touch the petals of longevity was pale and lonely.

Nian'er?: "Nian'er doesn't understand these things? Nian'er just feels that my brother is close, and I just want my brother to be happy."

Ye Yunlan's fingertips paused.

His face was expressionless, but he let out an inaudible sigh in his heart.

……

Floating Cloud Peak.

Shen Shu stopped and stood under the eaves of the fairy palace, shadows enveloped his face.

Not far away, the two monks were still whispering.

The young monk who heard the news blushed and asked.

"This way...such a secret news, how did my friends know it? Is it just a rumor?"

Another person?: "It's absolutely true. How can there be any false news from the disciples of the Tianzong's inner sect these days?"

The young monk asked: "Yes, but is it inappropriate to spread such a method? Yes, it is suspected of ruining people's reputation."

"Listen? It's said that the man is very ill, maybe he went to the doctor in a hurry, and he has already acquiesced. Besides, do you think it's difficult? Anyone can use that method to heal his wounds? It is said that he needs a special constitution, otherwise the healing will not be successful. Well, it's possible to be sucked dry by that beautiful woman by accident..."

"Suck, suck dry?" The young monk blushed even more.

Another person laughed and said: "After all, we need to use such methods to heal the wounds. Think about it, you know, don't you want me to make medicine for the rest of my life, and get rid of the essence? See you in the Acacia sect? Those who are squeezed into medicine Scumbag monks? You will know when you end up. But Fang Youyou, the peony flower dies, and being a ghost is also romantic. He is the most beautiful person in the practice world. If he can really save his life and make him I am so grateful, I will marry her as a spouse in the future, and hold her beautiful in my arms... As far as I know, there are already many monks who plan to recommend themselves to her..."

As he spoke, he lowered his voice a bit, "Besides, I heard that monks who have practiced that kind of practice taste delicious? It's unspeakable, and it can make people want to die, and linger..." He has not yet After finishing speaking, I suddenly felt suffocated, as if something was strangling my neck, and my breathing was stagnant.

The young monk was wondering why the voice of the person next to him stopped, and when he raised his head, his eyes widened, "My friend? How are you?"

The other person's complexion was livid at the moment, his eyeballs were protruding, and there was a deep strangle mark on his neck. There was no one around him, but the strangle mark was getting deeper and deeper.

The young monk was terrified.

The daylight was shining, and where they didn't pay attention, a black shadow was entangled with another's shadow, which was exactly where his neck was.

The young monk was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Although a cultivator has a strong physique, it's no big deal if he can't breathe for a while, but he saw the strangle mark getting deeper and deeper, clearly wanting another person's body Separate from the head!

Even a cultivator would die if he lost his head!

He looked around, realized something, and suddenly brought up his true energy: "I don't know where the power is coming, I? When I have eyes but don't know Taishan, I uttered lies and offended my lord for a while, please help my lord." A lot, let us go!"

As he spoke, he slapped himself twice, then looked at the colleague who was covering his neck in silence, walked up to him, and slapped him dozens of times without mercy, with a very loud voice.

The monks around cast strange glances at them.

Not far away, Shen Shu raised his head from the shadow of the eaves of the fairy palace, glanced expressionlessly at the two people in the distance, then turned and walked into the fairy palace.

At the same time, the unprovoked strangle marks on the other person's neck finally stopped deepening.

The young monk saw his colleague collapsed on the ground, his face was red, swollen and bruised, and he looked dying. Half of his life was gone, but he was still alive.

I couldn't help but raised my hand to wipe the sweat off my brow, thanking myself for being quick.

It's just that I and this colleague just met by chance, even if I cleverly saved his life, the other party may not appreciate it, and maybe they will hold grudges afterwards, so it's better to run away as soon as possible.

The young monk changed his mind, hurried his steps, and quickly walked away.

……

The fairy palace is huge, and the passage through it is winding.

Shen Shu refused Mo Zong's disciple's request to lead the way for it, and walked up and down all the way, until he reached a shadow at a corner of the corridor, he suddenly stopped, leaning his back against the wall, his handsome face buried into the shadows.

"Tick tock." Drops of blood bloomed on the ground.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, lowered his head and pinched the center of his brows, his temples throbbed.

Not just the long and narrow injury in the back.

Ever since he was conspired by the demon soul on the steps to ascend to the sky, and slipped into the phantom array, even though he won in the end, the soul of the soul still suffered trauma.

He felt as if a big crack had been cracked in his soul, and countless negative forces overflowed from it, and at the same time, what overflowed were some illusory but real picture fragments.

Those? The pictures were broken and chaotic, incomplete and incoherent, like fragments piercing into his mind sharply.

Most of them are boundless evil and evil thoughts, only a very small part of the picture has color, like an ungraspable streamer, passing by in a flash.

The innate negative force in his body continued to grow, and the hostility and desire in his heart were aroused by this force. Just now, he almost couldn't control his emotions and started killing people.

He looked at his hands.

After worshiping Ye Yunlan as his teacher, his hands were never stained with blood.

Master doesn't like the way his hands are stained with blood?

"Master..."

He murmured hoarsely, looking up at the dome of Asgard Palace, his eyes slowly turned scarlet.

"Why, didn't you tell me?..."

……

There are six contests in Fuyun Peak every day, three in the morning and three in the afternoon.

Shen Shu's martial arts competition was the second in the morning. It was almost noon, and Ye Yunlan asked Nian'er to bring a set of teapots and cups, and made a pot of hot tea casually.The tea soaked in it was the "Lingmai tea" that he brought back from the cultivation market in Tonglingjian the day before yesterday. This tea has the effect of dredging the spiritual veins and gathering spiritual energy, and it is suitable for Shen Shu to take back after the martial arts competition.

Curls of smoke rise mistyly, and flowers bloom in the open-air garden.

Ye Yunlan was surrounded by the crowd, and she made tea calmly and calmly. She was still wearing only a pale white dress, but the first thing she saw at a glance was his cold and indifferent face.

It's like a branch of white plum that suddenly stays in the warm spring in the garden, making people want to... fold it off.

When Shen Shu came back, he saw such a scene.

Before he approached, Ye Yunlan was holding the teapot in his hand, and was pouring a cup of tea. Hearing the movement, she turned her head to look at him, her long eyelashes fluttering, and her eyes were soft, but there was still an indelible sense of alienation and love. distant.

"You're back. Drink a cup of tea to warm up first." Ye Yunlan asked.

Shen Shu didn't take the tea, but walked closer, leaned over the table, stretched out his hand, and tightly grasped Ye Yunlan's frosty wrist.

"Master, I want to ask you a question." Shen Shu said.

The blood on the corners of his lips has been wiped dry, his face is handsome?, his clothes are neat, and his black hair is tied up. From the appearance alone, there is absolutely no sign of injury to his soul.

Ye Yunlan frowned slightly, "You ask."

Shen Shu said: "Master, you know why this disciple participated in the Tianchi Mountain Symposium?"

Before Ye Yunlan could answer, Nian'er next to him interjected: "I? I know? I know! Little brother, you are on the steps to the sky? So I told Nian'er that you want to get the first place, let Nian'er open it up for you. Treasure house, take the 'Shang? Ancient Earth Heart Mushroom' to save your important person..."

Ye Yunlan's cold eyes widened slightly, "You only said that day that you came to Tianchi Mountain this time to discuss? You just want to increase your knowledge and stabilize your cultivation..."

Shen Shu interrupted him: "I'm looking for medicine to heal Master's wounds."

Ye Yunlan frowned tightly, and said for a moment: "I've already said that the injuries on my body cannot be cured, so you don't need to waste too much time on my injuries."

Shen Shu laughed hoarsely, "Master still wants to hide it from me?"

A little doubt appeared on Ye Yunlan's face.

Shen Shu's expression made him aware of some danger.

"The wound on Master's body is useless with medicine and stones. There is only one method that can cure it." Shen Shu paused when he said this, and then slowly spit out two words.

"Shuangxiu." He asked, "Yes or no?"

Ye Yunlan's face suddenly changed.

"Who told you about this?"

Ye Yunlan's thoughts changed sharply.

There are only three people in the sect who know that the divine fire in his body needs to rely on Shuangxiu to extradite—one is the Tianzong suzerain Lord Qiyun, the other is the sect's elder brother He Lanze, and the third is Qiyunjun's personal disciple Rong dye.

Mr. Qiyun had returned a few days ago, and the only ones who could leak this matter were He Lanze and Rongran.

But Shen Shu tilted his head, and said: "Master's injury is critical, and he needs to rely on dual cultivation to heal his wounds, is it? Hasn't it been widely spread and everyone knows it? There are countless monks outside, planning to ask Master Respect yourself? Recommend the pillow seat."

"...Tu'er was the last one to know about this."

Ye Yunlan's body was completely frozen, her palms were trembling slightly, because of anger, her pale face was already tinged with a thin blush.

But then listened to Shen Shu: "Since Master needs someone to heal your wounds, why didn't you tell your disciples before?"

"What other people can do, disciples can also do."

As he spoke, he lowered his body, held Ye Yunlan's wrist tightly, looked straight into his eyes, and said in a low voice.

"Not only that..."

"Tu'er can do better than others."