Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

A few days later, Ye Yunlan went to Xingquan Peak again to submit the tasks he received a few days ago in exchange for merits.

Considering his physical condition, he took on tasks that could be solved without the need to run wave martial arts. Most of them were related to research on refining weapons, formation techniques, and alchemy.

He read countless books in his previous life, and walked alone in the world of cultivation for nearly a hundred years. Not to mention that he was very proficient in all kinds of knowledge in the world of cultivation.

The deacon in charge of the task handover looked at the person in front of him with suspicious eyes, "Are you sure, these more than 20 tasks...you have to submit them together?"

These twenty-odd tasks were varied and involved all kinds of difficulties in cultivation, and he was dazzled just by looking at them.

How much energy does it take for a person to be proficient in so many kinds of knowledge and solve so many problems?

Couldn't it be the meritorious deeds?

In the past, it was not unheard of that the Tianzong disciples took over the task and arbitrarily perfunctorily attempted to pass the test and gain merits.

In the end, he was directly forbidden to use meritorious bartering, ruining the easiest way to obtain spiritual resources in the sect, and there was no place to cry afterwards.

He looked at the outstanding appearance of the person in front of him, thought about it, and couldn't help reminding: "You can think about it. Once you submit the task, if the elders fail to review it by then, you will be severely punished."

Ye Yunlan only calmly said: "Come on."

The deacon sighed, and had to put away the stack of paper that Ye Yunlan gave him.

On weekdays, the disciples use the jade slips of the gods to record. Very few people use paper.

He couldn't help but lowered his head and glanced at the paper, only to realize that this man's handwriting was as beautiful as others, with a strong character and grace.

"Half of the merits has been credited to your sect disciple token, and the other half will not be issued to you until the task review is passed." The deacon said.

Ye Yunlan nodded slightly, "I have work."

Then he took out the sect disciple order and went to the Zongmen Treasure Pavilion where he bartered things by virtue of meritorious deeds.

Even if only half of the merits accumulated in more than twenty missions were not a minority, Ye Yunlan first replaced Shen Shu with enough medicinal materials, and his eyes fell on the long swords placed on the shelf.

With sharp blades and full of aura, they are all spirit swords of high grade.

It's just still out of his eyes.

He was thinking.

It is impossible for Shen Shu to continue to use the wooden sword he had cut.

After the cultivation base is slightly successful in the future, he must build his own natal spirit sword. The required materials must be prepared now.

He promised to use the best materials.

He looked at a piece of star meteorite iron.

A small piece is worth the merits of more than 20 tasks. This is only second-rate sword training material.

Ye Yunlan was a bit distressed.

I can't help but miss the various materials in his storage and various materials in his previous life. Those are precious treasures accumulated little by little since he walked in the realm of cultivation for so many years.

…It's a pity that after he died, he didn't even have someone to pass on.

Back to the bamboo building, Ye Yunlan called Shen Shu to boil hot water.

He arranged the medicated bath according to the medicinal materials in the memory of the prescription, and said to Shen Shu: "Undress."

Shen Shu stiffened, "...Master?"

"Operate the breathing method that I have taught you, with a medicated bath, which can get the most out of your body's qi. This medicated bath is for you."

Shen Shu still didn't move.

The roots of the ears slowly turned red.

Although he had bathed in the hot spring with this person before, but at that time, the hot spring was misty and covered by rocks. No matter what the moment, his master stood in front of him neatly dressed like this.

But he asked him to undress.

Shen Shu: "Master, can I...make it alone?"

"You have a special physique. As a teacher, you need to pay attention to your situation at any time to prevent accidents." Ye Yunlan lowered his eyes to look at him, his eyes were cold and quiet, like ice and snow on the distant mountains that were not stained with dust.

But the more so, the more he was taught to feel ashamed.

Shen Shu's cheeks also slowly turned red.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally took off his clothes quickly, and wanted to jump into the tub.

"Wait." Ye Yunlan called him.

Shen Shu froze in place.

Ye Yunlan walked to him, and then, Shen Shu felt the man's soft and slippery hand, holding his shoulder.

"The water in this medicinal bath just started to boil and it's too hot. Do you want to cook yourself in such a hurry?" Ye Yunlan whispered, "Wait, wait until the medicinal materials are completely melted in the water before you go in. ."

"Now, as a teacher, I will touch your roots first."

Roots, spiritual roots, and comprehension are the basic criteria for judging the qualifications of practitioners.

If it is a cultivator with a high level of cultivation, a glance at the spiritual sense will give a rough idea of ​​what the cultivator’s roots are, but Ye Yunlan today can’t.

You can only use the most basic methods to touch and judge, so that you can teach the other party the most suitable exercise when the other party really starts spiritual practice.

Ye Yunlan's hand slowly stroked Shen Shu's back, descending along the Du Channel, touching the most important spine of the practitioner.

He noticed that the boy was thin and so young, but there were already many mottled scars on his back.

Shen Shu trembled slightly.

He turned his back to Ye Yunlan, and felt that after the other boy carefully touched his spine, the cold fingertips brushed his wounds like a breeze, with a soft and soothing meaning.

"You have a very good foundation," Ye Yunlan said, "If you start spiritual cultivation, you will be able to advance by leaps and bounds in a few days."

As he said, his gaze paused on the puppet print on the back of Shen Shu's neck.

That hideous rune, like an ugly spider stuck to the pale neck of a young man, was extremely shocking.

He continued: "You have this kind of aptitude, and you deserve to shine in the world of practice. Not as a puppet and weapon for anyone. Shen Shu, as a teacher, hope that you can be yourself in the future."

"I will, Master."

Shen Shu agreed, and his thin back trembled under the palm of this man.

"Okay, now that the medicinal properties have been integrated, you can go in and soak in the medicated bath."

Hearing this, Shen Shu almost hurriedly walked into the bathtub and immersed in the medicated bath.

He exhaled in a deep breath, the warmth on his face calmed slightly.

The water in the medicated bath was a little irritating, and it turned into a hot current to collide with the meridians, and there was a kind of pain like a needle stick, and his pain was several times that of ordinary people, and it was even more painful.

Although he has not exceeded the limit of his endurance, he still raised his eyes to look at Ye Yunlan, and said dumbly: "Master...I hurt" "Patience." Ye Yunlan stroked his head, "Run the breath I taught you to vomit. Nafamen, take this opportunity to expel the filthy air from the body."

"Hmm..." Shen Shu obeyed the operation method, and under the stimulation of the medicine's power, something like black mist soon escaped from him.

The power summoned by Yuan Yongzhi's forbidden technique in his body was like water flowing out of a gap, and he didn't feel a pity at all.

Power that cannot be completely controlled by him, he would rather not.

And in this way, he can get closer to his master.

The medicated bath needs to be soaked for three hours.

Shen Shu pillowed on the edge of the bathtub, watching Ye Yunlan standing nearby, watching him in the mist and observing his situation.

"Master...I still hurt." He muffled.

Ye Yunlan frowned, trying to distract him, and said: "Tell you a story for your teacher."

Shen Shu's eyes lit up and he asked, "What...story?"

Ye Yunlan: "What do you want to hear?"

Shen Shu thought for a while and said, "I want to hear... the story of learning swords before Master. Has anyone taught you?"

"Most of the swordsmanship for a teacher is based on self-realization and long-term practice." Ye Yunlan said, "Just, you ask if anyone has taught me..."

The dark and evil figure of the man appeared in his memory.

After the man rescued him from the Pagoda Tower, he knew that his death time was approaching, and he left him his lifelong kendo experience and cultivation skills, as well as his own sword.

Later, he extinguished the Sword Intent Mahayana and boarded Taxu, inseparable from the other party's cause and effect.

"Yes." He whispered.

Shen Shu: "Who is that person?"

"...A person who will go his own way and behave arbitrarily."

Shen Shu blinked, "Then should I call him...Master?"

Ye Yunlan remembered the grievances of himself and that person in his previous life, and was silent for a long time before saying: "Yeah."

Shen Shu looked at his dazed appearance, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He only now knew that the original master from the family was not as cold as the appearance, but would hide people in his heart and remember it forever.

"What is Master's name?"

Shen Shu asked again.

Ye Yunlan closed his eyes and said, "He has no name, only a name."

-"When you draw a sword, you need to calm your breath and move your mind."

There is a breeze blowing in the sea of ​​flowers.

Ye Yunlan held the flower branch in his hand and pointed directly at Shen Shu, his black hair was flying, his sleeves fluttered, under the sun, like a banished immortal.

Shen Shu stood opposite him, holding wooden swords in both hands, eager to try.

The two sides played against each other.

Ye Yunlan's swordsmanship is still calm and graceful, Shen Shu's movements are getting faster and faster, and his swordsmanship is getting denser and denser.

For swordsmanship, Shen Shu is indeed somewhat wild instinct.

Suddenly, he grabbed an insignificant pause in Ye Yunlan's movements, and picked up the flower branch in Ye Yunlan's hand.

This was the first time that Shen Shu had the upper hand when the master and disciple were in a contest.

The air fell silent for a while.

Sweat was dripping on Shen Shu's face, but his eyes were extremely bright, and he looked at Ye Yunlan shiningly.

Ye Yunlan looked down at the flower branches that fell on the ground, and said, "Yes, you are already a beginner in this set of swordsmanship." His voice was slightly mute, and he said calmly: "This is the end of today's sword training, you go to boil water. Well, continue to soak in the medicinal bath later. After two or three times of soaking, the filthy qi in your body will be eliminated, and then you can start real spiritual practice."

Shen Shu said: "Good. Master."

When Shen Shu disappeared from his field of vision, Ye Yunlan frowned tightly.

The sudden pain in the chest cavity just didn't disappear when he fought.

After enduring it, he coughed after all.

The palm was stained with brilliant red.

"Your sword intent is too strong, even if you deliberately suppress it, fighting with others will drag the whole body's spiritual power, causing repeated injuries." A cold voice suddenly came from the side.

Ye Yunlan turned to his side, and saw a man in a white-clothed crane cloak standing there holding a sword in the bamboo forest not far away. He didn't know how long he had been standing.

He pursed his lips, and silently held the Missing Sword in his hand.

Jun Qiyun has already stepped forward to him, he is tall, with a very high cultivation base, and a strong sense of oppression.

He said again: "But, your sword is very good."

Ye Yunlan knew that he had just discussed with Shen Shu, and the other party was afraid that he had watched the whole process.

Both are swordsman powers, even if he had deliberately suppressed his strength when he fought Shen Shu, the opponent should be able to see a lot of things.

"What's its name?" Jun Qiyun continued to ask.

He did not answer.

He only looked at the Jiutianduer Sword in the opponent's hand.

Looking at the other side's sword hilt hanging on the hilt, a Mo Jade he had been very familiar with.

The author has something to say: Shen Shu: Damn, there is someone in the heart of Master.