Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Hearing Rong Ran's shout outside the door, Ye Yunlan frowned, and suddenly tightened her hand holding the medicine bowl.

The navy blue meridians floated on the back of the pale hand, and his fingertips even trembled undetectably.

He reacted like this not because of Rong Ran's arrival, but because of the "Master" in the other party's mouth.

Rongran's master, Qi Yunjun, the suzerain of Tianzong, is the supreme god of immortality today, majoring in the ruthless way, with a Xuanqing crossing evil sword, his reputation shocks the world.

——But it was also his previous life, the deepest nightmare.

If possible, Ye Yunlan would never want to see that man again in this life.

He Lanze has already gone to open the door.

Outside the door, Rong Ran was still dressed in Tsing Yi, with a smile on his face, he was a bit surprised when he saw He Lanze who opened the door, "Senior brother He Lan is also in Alan's room?"

He Lanze stood by the door with folded arms, his tone was not friendly, "I thought Junior Brother Rong had remembered my last reminder—when you come to someone else's residence, it is a due courtesy to say hello to the owner first."

"I'm really sorry." Rong Ran said apologetically, "It's just that I managed to get Master to heal Alan's injuries, and I was pleasantly surprised for a while, so I couldn't wait to call Alan over, and I didn't bother to inform my senior brother first. "

"—Brother is so concerned about Ah Lan's body, I can understand it after thinking about it, isn't it my little disrespect?"

He spoke with sincerity, and He Lanze had nowhere to refuse, so he snorted coldly, "Okay, come in."

Rong Ran smiled at He Lanze, then walked past He Lanze into the room.

He glanced around the room, stopped for a while on the red plums in the vase by the window, followed the faint floating fragrance, walked into the inner room, and saw a person drinking medicine with his head hanging down on the cold jade bed.

Rong Ran didn't notice Ye Yunlan's strangeness, he approached, with a very concerned tone, and said, "Is Ah Lan drinking medicine...then wait until you finish drinking, and then senior brother will take you to heal your wounds."

Ye Yunlan only looked down at the medicine bowl, and said, "I won't go."

The smile on Rong Ran's face froze, she didn't expect Ye Yunlan to refuse at all.

"Why don't you go?" He softened his voice, "Although your injury has recovered a lot, it is only temporary. If the leakage of the spirit of Shenhuo is not resolved, it will accumulate over time, and sooner or later your body will not be able to bear it. By then , it will be too late to seek medical treatment.”

"Alan, you have listened to your senior brother the most before," he went to shake Ye Yunlan's hand, "This time, let's listen to your senior brother again, and heal your wounds with your senior brother, okay?"

He wanted to pull Ye Yunlan up, but Ye Yunlan suddenly shook off his hand.

The medicine bowl fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound.

"I'm not going." Ye Yunlan repeated word for word.

His voice was low and hoarse, with a strong sense of rejection, and his long and narrow eyes were raised, revealing a sharpness that was different from the past.

Rong Ran was stunned, he had never seen Ye Yunlan so resistant before.

He Lanze on the side was even more surprised.

In his impression, Ye Yunlan has always been very indifferent to the people and things around him, as if there is nothing in this world worthy of his nostalgia, and death is nothing to be afraid of, teach him to drink medicine and drink medicine, let him rest and rest, like a A puppet without desire——

It is beautiful, but it is so beautiful that it is lonely and alienated.

But at this time, the quiet beauty seemed to flow, even if it was just an angry refusal, people couldn't move their eyes away.

I can't help but want to see more of his expressions.

He Lanze stepped forward and persuaded with Rong Ran: "Junior Brother Ye, Mr. Qiyun has been ignoring worldly things for a long time. It is rare for him to agree to heal your wounds. You should not miss this opportunity."

Hearing that familiar name again, Ye Yunlan's brain suddenly ached.

The gloomy and dark light in the Pagoda of the previous life, the winding staircase, and the countless reliefs of Buddha statues on the wall... all of a sudden rushed into his mind.

He had lived more than 300 years in his previous life.

But more than 100 years of them were spent in the pagoda.

And the person who suppressed him under the Buddha Pagoda was the Immortal Sovereign at that time, famous all over the world——

Mr. Qiyun.

Ye Yunlan felt tightness in her chest.

Rong Ran and He Lanze were still persuading him one by one, but he felt annoyed by the noise and repeated: "I don't..." But suddenly he coughed violently.

The scorching breath of Shenhuo spirit escaped from the heart, sweeping through the broken meridians.

Severe pain seeped into every inch of flesh and blood, and blood gushed out from his lips.

He heard the panicked voices of Rong Ran and He Lanze.

Consciousness was uncontrollably blurred.

He passed out.

-

Ye Yunlan was in a nightmare.

He felt that his body was falling again and again, until he fell to the bottom of the dark abyss, and his bones were smashed to pieces.

He collapsed to the ground.

In the dim light, all the gods and Buddhas on the wall were watching him.They hid in the shadows, with expressions of pity, compassion, anger, or sarcasm. They had different expressions, but when reflected in his pupils, they all gradually became distorted and hideous.

Only in the infinite distance above, there is a tiny little light.

He raised his hand to grab it, but it was still hard to reach.

I don't know how long it took before he woke up dripping with cold sweat.

He found himself trapped in a mass of soft objects, and above his field of vision was the ethereal dome of white jade.

The divine fire spirit in the heart was suppressed by a powerful spiritual force that did not belong to him, the scorching breath no longer flowed out, and the meridians in the body still ached.

He barely stood up, his black hair slipped from his shoulders, and when he looked down, he realized that he was lying on a bed of clouds.

——It's not a magical tool imitated by clouds, but a cloud bed that is actually cut from the clouds in the sky.

This is clearly an immortal means that can only be possessed after transcending the six realms of the mortal body.

There is only one person in the entire Tianzong who has such a cultivation level.

Mr. Qiyun.

This place is Lord Qiyun's cave, Yuntian Palace.

Ye Yunlan's heart sank.

He was struggling to get down from the cloud bed, but his whole body was in severe pain and weakness, and suddenly he heard a man's cold voice: "Are you awake?"

Ye Yunlan raised his head suddenly, and saw a tall man standing outside the palace gate.

White-clothed crane cloak, silver hair and high crown, a handsome and indifferent face, like a ruthless fairy god in the nine heavens.

Ye Yunlan subconsciously reached out to draw the sword, but was shocked to find that the Queying Sword was not by her side.

Qi Yunjun stepped into the hall, his footsteps were neither slow nor hurried, and his whole body seemed to be perfectly integrated into the surrounding world.

Dao rhyme is flawless and impeccable.

The other party came to him, and the falling shadow enveloped him.

The wrist resting on the cloud bed was suddenly grabbed by the opponent.Qi Yunjun's slender fingers pressed his pulse, and the cold spiritual power pierced into the body to search wantonly.

Ye Yunlan suddenly trembled all over.

"let me go--!"

He wanted to shake off the man's hand, but at this moment, the gap in their cultivation was like a natural moat, and the power of the mortal state was far beyond the reach of this seriously injured and sick body.

Without a sword in his hand and unable to use forbidden techniques, he couldn't break free from the opponent at all.

Qi Yunjun suddenly said: "Are you afraid of me?"

Ye Yunlan stared deeply at Qi Yunjun's hand holding his pulse.

——It was this hand that slashed out the sword energy, knocking him down from the top of the Stupa time and time again.

Nine hundred and ninety-nine floors of the pagoda, he climbed from the bottom to the top, and he did not know how many times he walked, and he also forgot how many times he was shot down by the opponent's sword energy.

He was tortured by the dark, long and endless captivity to the point of going crazy. He once desperately wanted to die with the other party, and he knelt on the ground and begged the other party to let him out, but all he got was a cold sentence from the other party.

"Your evil thoughts have not dissipated, go reflect on yourself."

This introspection is a full 100 years.

Even after reliving the whole life, when Ye Yunlan saw this man again, he still couldn't calm down, but the spiritual power in his meridians surged uncontrollably.

The Shenhuo spirit was aroused, and he suddenly spit out another mouthful of blood.

Lord Qiyun said: "Don't move."

The cultivation base of the mortal state was suppressed like sea water, and the spiritual power surging in his meridians completely stagnated in an instant.

A cold and turbulent spiritual power was sent from his wrist and poured into his heart veins, suppressing the restless spirit of Shenhuo, and flowing through his broken meridians, relieving the burning pain of the meridians.

Although this spiritual power was unfamiliar, it did not repel him physically because it was also ice-type spiritual power.

As soon as the injury repeated, he was suppressed, but Ye Yunlan felt even more depressed. He raised his head and stared at Qi Yunjun's eyes, and said word by word: "Let me go."

He no longer wanted to stay by this person's side for a moment.

Qiyun-jun looked down at the person on the cloud bed.

The white clothes are messy, the black hair is loose, and the paleness cannot be concealed.

The eyes looking at him were still extremely beautiful, with trembling eyelashes and reddish eye sockets, which complemented the vermilion mole at the end of the eyes.

He practiced the ruthless way, thinking only of the heaven and the earth in his heart, not seeing the common people.

But the complexion of the person in front of him seemed to transcend the mundane world, and all the beauty of the world seemed to be poured into the other person. He looked at the world, but it was absolutely difficult to ignore the person in front of him.

Qi Yunjun did not let go of Ye Yunlan's hand.

He said lightly, "Why are you afraid of me?"

Ye Yunlan didn't answer, just said: "Let me get out of here."

"It was my personal disciple who brought you here, begging me to heal your injuries." Qi Yunjun said, "I owe him a lot of karma, and I will do what I promised."

"I don't need it." Ye Yunlan said, "I'm just an ordinary disciple in Tianzong. Life or death is not worth the concern of the immortal. What's more, my injury is my own business and has nothing to do with Senior Brother Rong. It has nothing to do with Xianzun."

Qi Yun-jun looked cold.

Normally, when he heard such a refusal, he would have already walked away.

He is the suzerain of Tianzong, the supreme celestial being, and he doesn't have much time to spend on unnecessary things.

But he also remembered the earnest pleas of his own disciples in front of him.

He looked down at the pale face in front of him.

Like the fluttering and trembling white plums on the branches on a snowy night, filled with the lingling moonlight, people can't move their eyes away.

"If, as you said, your injury is your own business, then it is also my business that I want to heal your injury."

Qi Yunjun stared at Ye Yunlan.

"It has nothing to do with you."