Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Ye Yunlan was still coughing with his head down, Shen Shu was standing in front of him looking after him, and only turned around when he heard Qi Yunjun's voice.

Unlike in the past, when Shen Shu saw Lord Qiyun, he didn't get up and call "Sovereign", but raised his eyebrows slightly, and slowly uttered a name, "...Ji Suyue?"

Qi Yun-jun's complexion changed slightly.

Ji Suyue was his given name.

However, since he became a Taoist, no one in the world has dared to call him that for a long time.

He looked at Ye Yunlan's only personal apprentice in front of him, seeing him? He still stood in front of Ye Yunlan without giving way, and repeated it again.

"Step aside."

After finishing speaking, he flicked his fingers lightly.

He didn't touch any place, but there was an indescribable mighty force based on "Tao", trying to push Shen Shu away.

The difference in cultivation between the six realms of the mortal body and the three realms of ascension to immortality is like an abyss, and it is even rare for a monk in the Nascent Soul stage to find a way to penetrate the mortal realm.

It's just that these monks did not include Shen Shu.

When he was in a high position in Momen, the world used to compare Ji Suyue with him, arguing over who was the real number one in the list.

The results are inconclusive.

Shen Shu took a step forward, stepped on a point at the junction of spiritual energy, mysterious and mysterious, stood still, and looked directly at Qi Yunjun with cold eyes.

"What do you want Master to do?"

Mr. Qi Yun would never put all his energy into paying attention to people who had nothing to do with him, but Shen Shu's move was somewhat unexpected.

He frowned unobtrusively, but after all, he didn't do anything more, and said lightly: "His injury flared up, and I need to heal him."

Shen Shu looked at him seriously for a moment, for some reason, he didn't want his master to be exposed to this person.

This reluctance is dozens of times stronger than before.

It seemed that letting the other party touch Ye Yunlan would cause more serious injuries than Ye Yunlan's body, but Ye Yunlan's cough slowly stopped, and a hoarse voice came.

"Shen Shu, let... suzerain come over."

Hearing this, Shen Shu's brows were filled with a bit of hostility and irritability, but in the end, he reluctantly turned sideways to give up his position.

Qi Yunjun didn't look at him, and strode up to Ye Yunlan's side, holding the ice-blue spiritual power of luck in his palm, imprinted on Ye Yunlan's back.

Ye Yunlan seemed to be extremely tired, her upper body was lying on the Guqin, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, maybe it was because of the pain, the moment her thin and thin back was imprinted on the palm of Mr. Qiyun, she suddenly flinched .

Such luck lasted for a while, before Ye Yunlan's frowning eyebrows relaxed, and his eyelashes stopped trembling.

After another stick of incense, Mr. Qi Yun moved his palm away, and Shen Shu stepped forward, only to find that Ye Yunlan had fallen into a coma and fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Shu walked over first, and said: "Thank you, suzerain, for your help. Next, I will take care of the master. I will do it."

Qi Yunjun stood aside, his eyes fixed on Ye Yunlan, and he remained silent.

Shen Shu helped Ye Yunlan up, took out a piece of clean silk cloth and wiped off the blood on his lips and hands, then eased his arms over Ye Yunlan's upper body and legs, picked him up, and walked back to the bedroom.

so light.he thinks.

His family's master doesn't just look thin.It seems that the inside of the jade has been hollowed out, leaving only a white jade shell, which will shatter after a slight impact.

Shen Shu carefully carried little Ye Yunlan to the carved bed, took off her blood-stained robe, and helped her lie flat on the bed.

Dingding stared at the pale face of the person on the bed for a while, he got up, intending to go out and fetch a bucket of water and come back to wipe the blood on Ye Yunlan's hands and cheeks carefully.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, he saw that Mr. Qi Yun was still in the room, hadn't left, and was standing by the door with his eyes closed.

"Why did the suzerain return? Didn't leave?" Shen Shu said.

Qiyun-jun opened his eyes, turned his pupils which could not see any emotion, and said indifferently: "The injury on Ye Yunlan's body, this is not the first time in the past two years."

Shen Shu was silent for a moment, and said, "I'm just wondering about this point. Two years ago, I let Master take the ancient Earth Heart Mushroom. With the medicinal power of the ninth-level elixir, Master's injury will not be caused. So many times."

Lord Qiyun said: "He used his spiritual consciousness to temper the sword."

Shen Shu's complexion changed.

Spiritual knowledge is different from spiritual power. Spiritual power is the qi that circulates in the practitioner's body. This kind of qi can interfere with the heaven and the earth, and then enable the practitioner to call the wind and rain, ignite fire and thunder. It is the external manifestation of the practitioner's "power" .

Spiritual consciousness is the extension of the practitioner's soul, also known as "spiritual consciousness", which can be used to finely and accurately observe objects and grasp the state of objects, and is the external manifestation of the practitioner's "inspiration".

He thought of his master, his eyesight seemed to be not very good all the time, but he was able to engrave such mysterious and detailed divine inscriptions on the scabbard. Perhaps, he really used his spiritual sense.

Yes.

Although the veins in Ye Yunlan's body were broken and his cultivation level was gone, after all, he was a practitioner at the golden core stage, and his spiritual consciousness and soul were much stronger than ordinary people.

But no matter how powerful the spirit is, it still needs a physical body to carry it. The consequences of using the spiritual consciousness frequently, although it is not as good as directly arousing the spiritual energy, will cause the divine fire in Ye Yunlan's body to lose control, but it will bring the already deeply injured body closer. On the verge of collapse.

Ye Yunlan didn't tell him any of this.

Shen Shu pursed his lips, and suddenly realized that the real reason why Ye Yunlan asked him to retreat at the beginning? Maybe it wasn't just for him to think calmly and get rid of those delusional thoughts that shouldn't be there.

Qiyun-jun's cold voice continued.

"You are his direct disciple, and he refined the spirit sword for you."

"Two years ago, he went to Tianchi Mountain to discuss Daoism, and was injured by the Tianchi Mountain earthquake, and it was also because of you."

"If you really think about your master and want him to live longer, then stop staying by his side and go down the mountain as soon as possible, so that he can rest in peace."

Mr. Qiyun is naturally indifferent and reticent by nature, what he said this time is probably the result of his past few years when he was sitting in Wangyun Peak.

After hearing this, Shen Shu suddenly raised his eyes and said, "What about the suzerain, the suzerain has come to heal my master again and again, and why?"

Qi Yunjun looked unmoved, and said: "He is a disciple of my Tianzong."

Shen Shu curled his lips into a sneer, "There are tens of thousands of Tianzong disciples, when they are injured, where is the suzerain?"

Lord Qiyun said: "The world is born because of encounters and encounters. Among the thousands of disciples, if I save him for a while by chance, I might as well save him for the rest of his life."

He didn't want to talk any more with Shen Shu, so he turned around and stepped out of the room, the white hair of the crane cloak was blown by the wind.

He said: "Remember the advice I gave you today."

Shen Shu looked at his back coldly, and suddenly said: "Since that's the case, I will also give a piece of advice to Suzerain."

"I heard that the suzerain is practicing the ruthless way. In the ruthless way, the heart is the heaven and the earth, and it does not melt into other things. The suzerain frequently interferes with the world. If you fall in love, the ruthless way will be ruined, and the years of hard work will be ruined. The suzerain really does not want to fear?"

Qiyun-jun paused, didn't answer, just turned into a sword light and disappeared into the sky?

……

When Ye Yunlan woke up, the pain in her chest still persisted.

The window was open, and the chirping of birds came from outside, accompanied by the fragrance of spring flowers.

He covered his lips and coughed a few times, coughing out a little on his cheeks, which was slightly red, but his expression was indifferent.

In the past two years, his injuries have become more and more frequent.

But he didn't really care.

He calculated his remaining time and found that it was still enough, so he wanted to put on his clothes and go to the ground, but when the door creaked, Shen Shu walked in with a bowl of elixir.

"Master."

He was tall and tall, with deep black eyes. Ye Yunlan was startled, turned her head to avoid his sight, and said, "What have you been up for?"

Shen Shu: "It's a thousand-year-old snow ginseng soup. It can nourish qi and nourish, soothe the nerves and calm the soul."

Ye Yunlan nodded slightly, took the ginseng soup, sat down at the table, picked up the spoon and drank it.

Just looking at the way he droops his eyelashes and slowly drinks the medicine, he is really cute and quiet.

But this person actually doesn't care about his own life at all.

There are some things that he knows he can't do, but this person will still do it, taciturn and silent.

...I really want to lock him up, trap him in the space between my palms, in a place where I can always keep my eyes on? In this way, the other party won't? When you don't see it, disappear?

Shen Shu was thinking, but his face remained calm, and said: "Master, is ginseng soup bitter?"

Ye Yunlan gave a pause to the hand that was holding on to the spoon.

"A little bit."

Shen Shu then took out an oiled paper bag from his arms and unfolded it. There was steaming heat inside, revealing two jujube paste cakes that were translucent.

"This is the jujube cake made by Tuer Xin. Master should have never eaten it before."

Ye Yunlan's eyes lighted up slightly, and she stretched out her fingers to pick up a piece and put it in her mouth.

Suddenly, the sweetness of jujube paste and the smoothness of rice cakes melt together in the mouth, eliminating the bitterness of ginseng soup, leaving only the sweetness on the tip of the tongue.

Shen Shu said: "Master, do you like the food made by the apprentice?"

Ye Yunlan didn't know why he asked this question, so she said "hmm", then ate a piece of jujube cake in small bites, picked up the remaining piece, and said softly: "It tastes very good."

Shen Shu took the opportunity to interject: "If the master likes it, I can cook it for the master every day from now on."

"I also learned a lot of other pastry recipes." Shen Shu stared deeply at Ye Yunlan, and emphasized, "There are hundreds or thousands of...as many as."

"I think there will always be chances in the future? Can I invite Master to eat, Master?"

Ye Yunlan paused for a while while eating the jujube cake, and was silent for a while, avoiding answering the question, and said: "It's good to learn more crafts, but the road to cultivation is long, and things outside of us should not be valued too much, the most important thing? It’s about focusing on yourself.”

Shen Shu's eyes darkened slightly.

This is his deliberate temptation.

He could guess Ye Yunlan's answer, but still felt somewhat disappointed, and at the same time made a decision in his heart.

Ye Yunlan ate the second piece of jujube cake silently, and said as if casually: "Everything in the world has a place to return to, to the dust and mud to the soil. Time is like passing by? Even a lifetime, in fact, there is no difference."

Ye Yunlan had said many such words before, and Shen Shu didn't want to hear them again.

He glanced left and right, deliberately changed the subject, and said, "Master, why don't you see Maoqiu? And? There was Chi Shanling that day, and I haven't seen her in the past few days since I left the customs."

Ye Yunlan said: "One year ago, something happened to Tianchi Mountain. Nian'er could only take back his distraction. I heard that people from the Ye clan sealed off the surrounding area of ​​Tianchi Mountain. There is no other news yet. Rumor has it, however, that the wooden comb left by Nian'er is not damaged, so she shouldn't have any serious problems."

"As for the hairball... it has spent too much energy on my injuries recently, and fell into a deep sleep for a while. I put it in a bamboo basket and placed it. I don't know when it will wake up. "

Saying that, Ye Yunlan raised his eyes to look at one place.

Shen Shu followed his gaze and found a bamboo basket hanging on the window sill, slightly swaying in the wind.

He got up and walked over to find a little chubby chick with golden down, sleeping soundly in a cushioned basket.

Gee.

With his eyesight, he has already seen that the hairball is not a real creature, but a kind of "strange energy" incarnated, but it has self-awareness, which is a bit "interesting".

While Ye Yunlan continued to drink the medicine with his head down, he glanced at the mirror and found a stack of thick letters scattered on it.

These letters were big or small, and some of them still had a little fragrance of powder on them. After thinking about it for a while, he knew how these letters came from.

He was a little displeased, thinking maybe he should look for an opportunity to help Ye Yunlan deal with these letters, but his sharp eyes suddenly focused.

He saw one of the letter papers pressed at the bottom, with a corner slightly exposed, and the letter was signed by Chen Weiyuan.

His pupils shrunk.

In Shen Shu's memory, his master was very at odds with this Chen, but this Chen Weiyuan was always pestering his master like a dog's skin plaster, which made people very annoyed.

But in his memory as a Demon Lord, this person is one of the few characters in the Taoist sect who can cause him trouble.

There are countless things in the world, and the soul fragments that absorbed hundreds of millions of dead souls made his memory always messy. He was too lazy to remember things that had nothing to do with him, but when Chen Weiyuan married a Taoist companion? Will it be mentioned to him as a joke.

With his back to Ye Yunlan, he slowly immersed his thoughts, stirring in the memory of being a Demon Lord.

Generally speaking, he would not do this, because the memory of the demon king is too vast and complicated, which is thousands of times what he has experienced. Once he falls into it, he may not have a chance to wake up and maintain his identity The consciousness of "Shen Shu".

He didn't doubt the authenticity of these memories, but he still didn't figure out whether he had personally experienced the experience of the demon king, and whether he and the demon king were the same person.Is it the reflection of the future that is reflected on him today, or is it just the self in another world that overlaps with his memory.

Before figuring this out, he didn't dare to indulge himself and integrate all these memories into himself. After all, he couldn't be sure whether Ye Yunlan's voice could still wake him up again.

Only this time it's different.

The name on the letterhead was in his eyes, and he realized that what happened to Chen Weiyuan was very important to him.

Consciousness drifts away.

Everything in the world is gradually covered with a layer of bright red.

He sat obliquely on the high seat, the flames were burning on the cast iron, and the wine in the cup was bright red.

There are dozens of enchantresses dancing lightly in the hall, and Le Ling plays and sings behind the curtain.And on the steps next to his seat, there are elders from various sects of the Demon Sect.

During the singing and dancing, he listened to the conversation of his subordinates with great interest.

One of the drunken elders smiled and said, "Have you heard about the recent scandal in the Daoist sect?"

"What Elder Chu said was about the marriage of the young patriarch of the Chen clan?" Someone interjected.

"Yes, I heard that the young patriarch of the Chen clan, regardless of the opposition of the clan, married a useless man who was exiled by the Tianzong. This move really slapped those self-proclaimed arrogant disciples of the Tianzong."

"Haha, I like to hear about the internal strife in their Taoist sect. Elder Chu, come and tell me, I don't know what happened to that useless man to be expelled from the sect by Tianzong?"

"It is rumored that he was in the secret realm? In order to get treasure, he deliberately framed and killed his fellow disciples, and was exposed? That's why he was punished."

"—Such a despicable person, the young patriarch of the Chen clan, could it be that he was blinded by lard, so he took a fancy to him?"

"The word blind is good!" Elder Chu took another sip of wine and said, "Not only is his character despicable, I also? I heard that the disciple's face was ruined. There is no one good point in the whole body? Perhaps, it is because of the figure and bed skills that are too good, which fascinated the heart of the young patriarch of the Chen clan? Hahahaha..."

Elder Chu laughed drunkenly, but found that none of his peers dared to laugh with him.

As soon as he raised his head, a ferocious bronze ghost face on the high seat was reflected in his pupils.

Only then did Elder Chu realize that he had spoken disrespectfully just now, and cold sweat continued to flow from his forehead.

The music disappeared, and the dancers in the hall also stopped dancing, kneeling in front of him one after another, not daring to breathe.

He looked down at the ants-like crowd and shook the wine glass in his hand, speaking in an indifferent tone.

"Why did you stop, keep going. Sing what you need to sing, dance what you need to dance, and keep talking what you need to say," he casually chuckled, "My lord, listen."

The music sounded again, and the dancers continued to dance lightly, but their movements were much stiffer.

Elder Chu didn't dare to touch the wine at hand again, and he didn't dare to disobey his order, so he pulled out a stiff smile.

"Everyone, Fang, Fang, where did I say?"

One person said: "You said that the young patriarch of the Chen family is blind, and the Taoist couple he married have no merits, and their character is despicable."

"Yes, yes, that's what I'm talking about." Elder Chu exhaled and looked around, "Can you return, my peers? Is there anything you want to ask?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, afraid of slipping up and saying something disrespectful, which would offend the person sitting on it.

After a long while, someone picked the safest topic, and Xiao? spoke cautiously.

"Dare to ask Elder Chu, the sex, gender and name of the wife of the young patriarch of the Chen clan?"

Elder Chu wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and replied: "Then the wife of the young patriarch of the Chen family is a man, whose surname is Ye..."

"The name is Yunlan."