Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Ye Yunlan walked into the sea of ​​flowers.

The rich aroma rushes into the tip of the nose, with the breath of morning dew, sunshine and soil.

Soaked in the pleasant fragrance, even the breeze blowing on the face seems to become gentle.

"Shen Shu," Ye Yunlan said softly, "Did you plant all these flowers?"

Shen Shu got up and ran to him.

The young man's long hair hangs down his cheeks, his face is pale and sharp, and his clothes are very worn out. When he looked up at him, his eyes were still full of joy. Hearing this, he nodded, "Surprise for Xianjun."

Ye Yunlan: "How did you come up with the idea of ​​planting flowers next to my residence?"

"Last time, Xianjun asked me to fold flowers, but later he told me that he didn't like...seeing the snow calendula withering," Shen Shu replied earnestly, "At that time, I thought, if I can plant flowers and plants around Xianjun's residence , In this way, Xianjun can always look at the flowers, and the flowers... will not wither."

"Seven days are too short, I just walked around the entire Yanhui Peak, and moved some of the flowers I could see."

"Xianjun, do you... like it?"

The young man's eyes were too focused and enthusiastic, Ye Yunlan was slightly startled, and subconsciously moved his eyes away.

He bent down and lightly touched a star flower beside him.

This flower is white and crystal clear, with pentagonal points, like stars in the sky.

Ye Yunlan touched it once, and felt cute, so she couldn't help touching it again.

The little flower swayed tremblingly, and the dew contained on the petals flowed to his fingertips, exuding a little gentle fragrance.

In his previous life, he was afraid of the world and retreated. Wherever he passed, the doors and windows of every house were closed, and the place where he lived was completely empty of people for a hundred miles.

So he could only plant flowers and plants beside his residence.

In his free time, he would take a jug of wine, bring a qin, and sit alone watching the flowers bloom and the annual rings change. It was probably the last years of his life, and there was not much pleasure left.

"I like it very much." He said softly.

Shen Shu's gaze followed Ye Yunlan's slender fingertips.

He thought, it would be great if he was that flower, then Ye Yunlan would also touch his head with his palm, stare at him, and say to him, "I like it very much".

He stared at Ye Yunlan for a while, seeing that the other party's attention was still on the flower, he suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "Xianjun, you promised...you will give me a reward."

Ye Yunlan paused with her fingertips, remembering the way Shen Shu looked at him with bright eyes in Yuntian Palace.

"You..." He smiled slightly, separated his fingertips from the petals, straightened up and faced Shen Shu, and said, "Tell me, what reward do you want this time?"

Then Shen Shu said without hesitation: "I would like to ask the fairy king to accept me as an apprentice."

Ye Yunlan was stunned.

He didn't expect that Shen Shu wanted this.

Appreciating a master and accepting an apprentice is an extremely important matter in the practice world.

In a sense, the relationship between master and apprentice is even closer than blood kinship.Because the lifespan of practitioners is mostly very long, and the bond of blood relationship in the world is no more than a hundred years at most, but the bond between master and apprentice in the world of practice can last the practitioner's life.

Ye Yunlan had never had an apprentice before.

Therefore, he does not know what responsibilities a teacher should bear, how to teach, and how to correctly guide a person to embark on a smooth and smooth path that suits him.

His path in the previous life was too bumpy, and he crawled through it dripping blood amidst thorns and sharp knives everywhere.

His body was covered in cuts and bruises, and his eyes were full of scars.

He doesn't want anyone else to follow the same path as him.

... What's more, in this life, he has already decided that he will no longer be concerned with the world, and spend his life quietly.

Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, and said, "Why do you suddenly want to worship me as a teacher?"

"I heard from others that master and apprentice are the closest relationship in the world of practice, except for Taoist couples." Shen Shu said seriously, "I want to be... the closest person to Xianjun."

Ye Yunlan remained silent.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Shen Shu continued seriously: "If the fairy accepts me as an apprentice, I will definitely listen to the fairy's words."

"Whatever Xianjun wants me to do, I will do it."

"I can help Xianjun take care of flowers and plants, clean the house, and I can also find more different flowers for Xianjun."

"Shen Shu." Ye Yunlan suddenly interrupted, "You said you wanted me to be your teacher, but until now, you've only said what you can do for me, but you haven't said what you want me to do for you .”

Shen Shu was stunned.

Ye Yunlan sighed.

"Apprenticeship is not as simple as you think." He said, "Although I have saved your life in the secret realm, I have already said that I don't need your repayment. If you are just out of gratitude I want to worship me as a teacher, but I don’t have to. In Tianzong, there are many people who can become your master, and they can teach much more than me.”

Shen Shu: "But I... just want to be Xianjun's apprentice."

From the matter of Xuezhanhua, Ye Yunlan has already seen his stubbornness, and he is not surprised by his words, but said indifferently: "Now I can't use my spiritual power, and I am considered a useless person in Tianzong. If you take me as your teacher, Everyone will laugh at you, and go to worship a useless person as a teacher."

Shen Shu was puzzled and said, "What does it have to do with me when others laugh at you? Besides, Xianjun... is not a useless person."

"I have seen Xianjun's sword." He said, "When Xianjun carried me out of the secret realm, he used his sword to cut through the obstacles on the road... The sword light is very dazzling, very brilliant, it is... the sword of the immortal in the nine heavens Law."

He said seriously: "I really want to learn."

Ye Yunlan's hand holding the Queying Sword tightened slightly.

Everyone in the previous life said that Ghost Raksha's swordsmanship is the swordsmanship used by ghosts in hell to kill their lives, and the Shura sword he wields is an extremely evil sword of killing, soaked in the wailing of countless innocent souls.

But Shen Shu said that his swordsmanship is the swordsmanship of the immortals in the nine heavens.

After a long silence, Ye Yunlan finally let go.

"If you just want to learn swordsmanship, come here on weekdays and I can teach you." He said, "As for the other things...let's talk about it later."

Shen Shu still wanted to say something, but he was keenly aware of the look of tiredness and indifference in the brows of the person in front of him.

He remembered the same expression when he first met the other party, when the other party wanted to close the window and reject him.

Shen Shu was not afraid of rejection.

But I was afraid that too frequent begging would cause the people in front of me to get bored.

And the other party didn't completely reject him.He has patience and time.

His eyes darkened, and he finally nodded slightly.

Ye Yunlan walked through the sea of ​​flowers and pushed open the door of the bamboo building.

No one has been there for several days, and a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the ground. When the door is opened, the wind blows up, and the dust is engulfed in the warm yellow sunlight. What floats with it is the ever-changing time of more than 300 years.

This was the first time Ye Yunlan returned to her residence after her rebirth.

The furnishings inside are unfamiliar but familiar, and you can vaguely see the traces of your own life back then.

When he was in Tianzong, he stayed here for most of the years.

He walked in, and Shen Shu followed behind him.The wind chime on the door made a crisp sound.

The furnishings inside the house are very simple. There is a bamboo screen in the outside room, one step higher inside, the floor is paved with wood, and there is a low table in the middle with a tea set on it.

On the left side is the study room, beside the wall is a row of bookshelves, which are neatly filled with books, and many are stacked on the table, with pens, inks, papers and inkstones scattered beside it, and an oil lamp.

Further inside is the bedroom, with an ordinary carved bed by the wall, and a mirror stand by the window, and there seems to be something in front of the stand.

Ye Yunlan suddenly paused, walked over, and saw a silver mask and a letter in front of the stage, on the cover of the letterhead, "A Lan personally".

He picked up the mask, and the cold touch came from his fingertips.

This mask is exquisitely crafted, with cumbersome and magnificent patterns like vine branches twining, exuding a strange beauty, much more delicate than the masks he has worn before.

He looked down for a moment, then suddenly turned around and handed the mask to Shen Shu, and said lightly, "Throw it away for me."

Shen Shu: "Throw it?"

"Just find a place to bury it."

Shen Shu didn't ask anything, just nodded, took the mask and went out.

Ye Yunlan opened the letterhead on the table again.

The letter was written in a thick stack, full of memories and comfort.

He lowered his eyes to read a few lines, but before finishing them, he went to the study, lit the oil lamp, and burned the letter.

He opened the window of the study room to let the air in, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly fell on a guqin hanging by the wall.

When he first entered the sect, he actually didn't know how to play the piano.It's just that Rong Ran said he wanted to listen, so he learned it.

Before the incident in the secret realm, Rong Ran would often give him the sheet music he wanted to hear, and he would learn it one by one, most of which were love songs like Feng Qiwu and Xiangsiyin, and he couldn't play the lingering affection in it , but Rong Ran always prefers this.

Later, Rong Ran no longer asked him to listen to the piano, so he only played it for himself.

In fact, he doesn't like those songs that are too lingering, but more elegant and quiet songs, such as flowing water and high mountains, clear wind and bright moon.

He once played that kind of music for Rong Ran, but Rong Ran didn't like it.

Chen... that person didn't like him playing the piano either, saying that his sound was too lonely and hard to get close to.

Only Mozun is not taboo about meat and vegetables, no matter what he plays, he likes to listen to it.

Especially... when he was bitten by the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Demon Physique.

The practice of the Heavenly Demon Physique is secretive and evil, and it needs to absorb the evil thoughts and resentment of ghosts in the world. Among the demon sects, I don’t know how many demon cultivators have gone crazy because of practicing this method, lost their humanity, and even slaughtered their relatives and sects with their own hands.

Because it is too harmful, the Heavenly Demon Body Refining Method is regarded as a forbidden technique, but all practitioners will be hunted down by both the Demon Sect and the Taoist Sect.

For thousands of years, only Mozun has practiced to great success.

But despite this, the Demon Lord will still be backlashed by resentment and evil thoughts.

At that time, Mozun had no sense at all.

The Soul Refining Sect was once slaughtered overnight by the Mozun because of a disobedient word from a disciple. From then on, the Soul Refining Sect was removed from the Demon Sect.

Therefore, whenever the night of the full moon is approaching, when the Demon Lord summons him, everyone looks at him with pity.

They all thought he was going to be brutally abused.

Only he knew that the demon king was looking for him, and he probably wanted him to play the piano again.

He knelt in the hall and played the piano.

The Mozun sat on a high seat and stared at him.

The blue torch was burning by the wall, making a crackling sound.Across the terrifying and sinister ghost face, he couldn't see the expression on the other side clearly.

As the moon hung higher and higher, countless shadows began to wriggle in the hall, spooky monsters and sprites spread, and ghostly shadows were everywhere, eerie and dire.

Among the terrifying and strange scenes, only he was half a foot around, and there was still a side of silence.

He is used to this, he just bowed his head and played the piano.

Most of the time, after midnight, those distorted shadows will gradually subside, and when the first ray of light shines in the morning, Mozun will tell him to go back with a hoarse and tired voice.

However, occasionally, when he lowered his head to play the piano, he would suddenly be hugged by the Mozun from behind, and those writhing shadows on the ground would also crawl over, wrap around his limbs, and slip nimbly into his clothes.

Mozun's hand ran through his hair, held his throat, and stroked it slowly.He was trembling constantly from those things, and he could only raise his head and make a low voice.

... After that, he was forced to lie on the piano, with his black hair scattered, and his knuckles were whitening as he grabbed the edge of the piano.

The moonlight shone into the hall, and the distorted shadow of the whole hall fell on him. He and the Demon Lord were in the shadows, and only Yingbaiqin was shining with moonlight, reflecting the Demon Lord's dark red eyes that seemed to have deposited countless blood. eye.

The strings made a messy sound, echoing in the hall.

This violin was made by Mo Zun who once went to Xuantian Mountain to fetch ancient spirit wood, and then went to the extreme north to catch thousands of years of ice silkworms to get silk.

Qin's name is called "Yuehua".

Suddenly the door creaked, and it was Shen Shu who had returned.

Ye Yunlan recovered from his thoughts.

He turned around, and saw Shen Shu walking in with a wooden bucket full of water in his hand, and a worn towel on the edge of the bucket.After entering the room, Shen Shu put down the barrel, picked up a towel, and helped him wipe the dusty tables and chairs.

Ye Yunlan was startled, and said softly, "Shen Shu, you don't have to do this for me."

Shen Shu only said: "I help Xianjun clean the house, Xianjun... Is there any reward for me?"

Those eyes were shining brightly, and it seemed that he had completely forgotten the matter of being rejected as a teacher just now.

Seriously childlike.

Ye Yunlan's heart softened, and his eyes fell on the guqin hanging in the study.

He walked over, hugged Qin into his arms, and said softly: "Shen Shu, do you want to listen to Qin?"