Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The wind howled.

Ye Yunlan's pupils tightened.

He wanted to turn around and leave, but it was too late.

An uncontrollable pain sensation emerged from the depths of the soul, and the heart seemed to be gripped tightly by a big hand, and it was kneaded to ooze blood.

He took a breath, and sweat oozes from his pale cheeks.

The curse that he planted in the soul in the previous life was not eliminated by rebirth.

He already knew about this incident when Rong Ran prescribed medicine to him in Tingfeng Pavilion.

only.

This level of pain is not unbearable.

He thought blankly, his hand holding the sword suddenly clenched, raised the tip of the sword and pointed it straight at Chen Weiyuan.

In the sun, people on the street raised their eyelashes, pointed their swords at them, and their eyes were soaked with chill.

On his pale cheeks, there was a drop of red blood and tears.

So fierce.

...And so fragile.

gorgeous.

Chen Weiyuan thought.

Rarely a little interest in inquiry arises in my heart. He got up and was about to fly downstairs, but he did not expect the other party to suddenly put away the long sword in his hand, turned around indifferently, and did not look at him again.

It seems to have raised the sword to him just now, but it was only a warning because his eyes were too offensive.

It's just that he won't make a mistake. When the man looked at him, the intent was clearly to kill.

The man knew him.

Not only did he know him, but he also wanted to kill him.

Chen Weiyuan stopped on the spot, squinted slightly while looking at the back of the man on the street.

He held the leaning rail with his hand, and put his fingertips on it, tapping again and again.

There were footsteps coming over.

He turned his face slightly and saw Xu Qingyue's white and beautiful side face.

Before today, he had always thought that the beauty of the other side's face was a clear moon in the world. Only just now, he caught a glimpse of another bright moon that was out of reach, as if not in the world.

Can't help but compare the two.

Then Xu Qingyue smiled gently: "Senior Brother Chen suddenly got up. Could it be that he was also amazed by the swordsmanship of the man on the street just now?"

Chen Weiyuan retracted his thoughts and said warmly: "Yes."

Xu Qingyue leaned her arm against the railing and leaned forward to look out, her voice was as sweet as running water, "I am also like this. Being able to face the Golden Core monk as a mortal, such a sword state, I have never seen it among my peers in the Northern Territory."

"Senior Brother Chen, how far do you think he has reached the realm of kendo? Is it the grandmaster, the Hinayana... or is it the Mahayana realm that can only be reached by the legendary powers that can climb the immortal steps?"

Chen Weiyuan recalled the sword light he had just seen.

He doesn't practice swords, but he has seen many people use swords. There are many sword repairs in the Mahayana period.

Mahayana swordsmanship can overwhelm mountains and rivers with a single sword, enough to allow practitioners to break through the six mortal realms and climb the fairy steps. Even if there is no cultivation base in the body, the cultivators of the mortal six realms will not be his opponent.

He remembered that he was guarded by another black-clothed young man at the top of the street, who was only forced to use his sword. He thought for a moment and said, "It should be the Hinayana."

"Senior brother is just what I think." At this point, Xu Qingyue frowned slightly, "Swordsman is so accomplished, how can there be no spiritual cultivation..."

The realm of kendo and the realm of cultivation are mutually complementary. It is really strange that you only have the realm of kendo, but you have no cultivation.

Chen Weiyuan did not answer, but lowered his eyes to look at Chen Xianyu sitting at the table.

Chen Xianyu knew it, and said hurriedly, "Junior Brother Ye lost his cultivation ability because he was accidentally injured and saved people."

"Senior Brother Tianxuan knows him? Did he lose his cultivation because he was seriously injured..." Xu Qingyue revealed a trace of pity, then turned her head and said, "I heard Senior Brother Chen say that these few brothers Tianxuan I went to visit Tianzong in East Continent in the year, so this person should be a disciple of Tianzong... dare to ask his name?"

Chen Xianyu said, "Yunsheng Lanhai. His name is called Ye Yunlan."

"Ye Yunlan..." Xu Qingyue whispered and repeated.

Chen Weiyuan suddenly smiled faintly, and said, "Qingyue, it's rare to see you so interested in people."

"They are both sword repairmen, and I feel a little bit cherish." Xu Qingyue said, "I have always known that the talents gathered at the Tianchi Mountain Forum on Taoism. Before the conference on Taoism started, I met someone who surprised me. I really want to get acquainted with it. Something."

He pondered for a while, looked at Chen Weiyuan, and said, "I'm afraid it's not appropriate to get acquainted rashly. Should Brother Chen give me some help?"

Chen Weiyuan looked at Xu Qingyue.

The opponent's eyes were clear and radiant, and his face was beautiful and dazzling.

Suddenly remembered that they met at the beginning of the year, but also in a competition.

Tianji Pavilion and Tan Qingzong are two major sects in the Northern Territory, and Chen and Xu are closely related. They often join forces to let young disciples of the two schools compete with each other.

And that time, he won the top spot.

Xu Qingyue took the initiative to come to meet him, with admiration in her eyes.

The young Xu Qingyue's appearance is very eye-catching, but because of her young age. The figure is not long, and it looks beautiful with a fuzzy gender.

At first he thought the other party was a girl.

At that time Xu Qingyue came over with the sword in her arms and raised her face and called him: "Brother Chen."

The Chen family has a strict class status, and the Tianji Pavilion is also the same. When others call him, they will only call him the "Young Pavilion Master" or the "Young Patriarch".

Xu Qingyue was the first person to call his brother.

Chen Weiyuan's eyes lingered on Xu Qingyue's face for a moment.

"There will be opportunities for acquaintance." His voice was faint, "Tianchi Mountain Forum, originally intended to promote exchanges between disciples of various schools in the cultivation world, you don't have to worry."

Xu Qingyue said: "It's just that he lost his cultivation level because of his injury. I'm afraid he will suffer in the competition."

"Yes," he clapped his hands. "Why don't I send him some healing pills and see if I can take this opportunity to get acquainted with him."

Although Tan Qingzong is not one of the six Taoist schools, it has the reputation of being the first medicine school in the cultivation world. Most of the monks in it are medical practitioners, and there are very few sword practitioners like Xu Qingyue. The Xu family is also a well-known family of medical practitioners in the ancient family.

For this reason, although Xu Qingyue is a descendant of the Xu family and is extremely popular with the current Patriarch of the Xu family, it is impossible to inherit the position of the suzerain of the Tanqing sect.

Even so. However, Chen Weiyuan knew that Xu Qingyue had a large number of precious pills given to him by the Patriarch of the Xu family.

"You can give it a try." Chen Weiyuan's voice became weaker and weaker, "Nevertheless, that person seems to be very indifferent, I am afraid it is not easy to be the same. Qingyue...I'm afraid you will be wronged."

"No problem, every sword cultivator has a bit of his own arrogance." Xu Qingyue said, and then looked at Chen Weiyuan with a smile, "Besides, when I talked to Brother Chen at the beginning, the brother did not answer me in the same way. I don’t care, but now, they are very familiar with each other."

"It's more than familiar." Chen Weiyuan's voice lowered. He walked in two steps, put his hand on the back of Xu Qingyue's hand on the railing, and slowly held it.

Perhaps because of years of sword practice, the opponent's hands are not soft, but they are slender and distinct. Chen Weiyuan's palm is slightly larger than his, just enough to cover it completely.

"Qingyue, don't you forget what you promised your brother before." Chen Weiyuan passed through Xu Qingyue's fingers and shook hands with him. His voice was a little dumb and low. of."

Xu Qingyue's cheeks suddenly showed red glow, and Qingjun's face was even brighter.

"...Brother Chen!"

Chen Xianyu secretly glanced at the two people next to the railing, but couldn't see it, so she silently looked down at the tea cup in her hand.

By the way, I called the boy who was also brought over by the other side.

"Cough, Brother Yin, come, let's drink tea, drink tea."

--on the street.

Ye Yunlan has taken the sword into its sheath.

Shen Shu took advantage of the loss of consciousness of the guards of the Nascent Soul Stage, threw them to the ground, and hurried to Ye Yunlan's side, "Master, are you okay?"

The sun was shining.

Transparent sweat dripped down Ye Yunlan's cheeks, extremely sickly pale.

His heart was still in pain, as if he was being bound by a chain, his eyebrows were frowned, and he was somewhat speechless.

The voices of the surrounding people suddenly became noisy from silence, and countless fierce gazes stared at him.

A feeling of nausea breeds at the thought of the man staring at him just now.

The gust of wind just came suddenly, and just right, it was the moment when he condensed all his heart to attack Nangong Qing with a sword.

If it is an ordinary monk, it may be mistaken for coincidence.

But how familiar he is with that person, knowing that he is proficient in yin and yang spells, and is good at deducing the secrets of heaven, when the Taoism is successful, the changes in the world are all within his fingertips.

Although I don't know the geometry of his cultivation.

But the patriarch of the Chen family, the power of the ancient bloodline must be the strongest of his peers, and it is not surprising what kind of cultivation level he will have.

In his previous life, he did everything possible to escape his identity as a chess piece in the opponent's hand. In this life, he will never repeat the same mistake again.

Shen Shu seemed to be aware of something, and turned his side to block most of the overly enthusiastic sight of his surroundings, "Master, since the person has been rescued, let's go first."

Ye Yunlan took a deep breath and squeezed out a word indifferently, "Go."

Shen Shu walked forward to clear the way for Ye Yunlan.

However, the onlookers do not know when it has become extremely large.

"Is he the Northern Territory Tan Qingzong, Xu Qingyue who is known as the number one beauty in the cultivation world?" Someone asked.

"No, I have only met Xu Qingyue just now, and have gone in to find the fairy pavilion. But he...I have never seen him."

"Then who is this man? Such a swordsmanship, and such a face...how did I never hear of it before?"

Someone in the crowd squeezed out to intercept the two, Shen Shu raised the sword in his hand, his eyes were full of chill, "Go away."

Although his cultivation is only a golden core, everyone present has seen that he has just one enemy and many, and the scene of cross-border fighting without losing the wind, suddenly no longer dare to intercept.

Walking out of the crowd, Shen Shu cast an invisible spell on Master and himself, and the surroundings became much cleaner.

He paid attention to his master's situation, and found that after leaving the place, he looked a lot better at his face, and he was a little relieved.

Suddenly heard a young boy's voice behind him, "Wait...Wait a minute."

Ye Yunlan stopped slightly.

Turning around, he saw the boy who had just been rescued.

He saved people out of habit.

But in fact, the habits of the previous life no longer need to be retained in this life.

As long as he no longer appears next to that person in this life, he will no longer be the other's weakness.

That person will become the lord of the demon realm, the supreme demon way, freely and freely, looking at the world.

...Rather than being stunned in front of him, with no bones left.

Only after being reborn, he was still doing what he could, doing good and accumulating virtues.

He thought that he was probably afraid, everything was just a dream, and his prayers would not be fulfilled in this life.

Ye Yunlan looked down at the boy, "What's the matter."

Teenager: "Thank you... for saving me."

Ye Yunlan's brows were indifferent, "Don't say thank you."

After he said, he turned around to leave, but the boy ran over and stood in front of Ye Yunlan and Shen Shu.

Shen Shu was already examining the young man, frowned at this time, took a step forward, and stood in front of Ye Yunlan.

"I have set up a hidden formation around, how did you see us?"

The boy opened his eyes, his pupils were dark, like a smooth mirror, without waves, and said: "Seeing... means seeing."

The teenager has a pair of natural eyes to see through the formation.

Shen Shu was able to break through the formations in Helanze Academy because of his superb array skills and knowing the use of those who entered the battlefield, so he changed immediately.

But this is to be broken, not to be seen.

Diagnosis requires thinking, and it can be explained by the formation skill talent, but diagnosing is a natural ability.

The strength of the same blood.

Juvenile status is not simple.

Ye Yunlan stared down at the young man, and did not get any information from his clothes, and said: "Did you come to Tianchi Mountain alone? Where are your parents and relatives? They said you stole the spirit weapon. What is going on."

The boy said: "I have an older brother. I came to Tianchi Mountain to find my older brother." He said, childishly bulging, "I didn't steal a spiritual weapon. This was originally something that my brother left me."

He took out a piece of blood-red jade from the skirt of his clothes, with a faint light lingering on it, and an indescribable sense of strangeness and strangeness.

Ye Yunlan glanced, his eyelids twitched.

This is Primordial Chalcedony.

Lingshi is a currency commonly used in the world of spiritual practice. There are high-grade, middle-grade and low-grade. Spirit jade is a higher grade than spirit stone, and one piece of spirit jade can be worth 10,000 top-grade spirit stones.

This is just ordinary spirit jade, and spirit chalcedony is the most quintessence in a spirit mine. If a whole vein is hollowed out, it may not be able to produce a few, and the value is unspeakable.

What the ordinary monks do not know is that above the spiritual marrow, there is a truly priceless treasure, the Primordial Chalcedony.

As long as you wear it, even if you don't practice, you can gradually change the physique of a mortal body, continuously improve the cultivation base, and reach the extreme of the six realms of the mortal body.

This kind of thing is not something that can be mined in ordinary spirit mines, it must be the fairy-level spirit mine controlled by the ancient family.

And even in the ancient family, there are only a handful of families with fairy-level spirit mines.

The head of the Taoist School probably wouldn't dare to provoke such a behemoth.

Nangong Qing dared to attack the young man, probably only thinking that this thing was an ordinary chalcedony, so he was greedy and slandered and snatched.

Ye Yunlan asked: "What's your name?"

The boy said: "My name is Ye Xun."

Last name Ye?

Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, and continued: "Where is your brother's name?"

Teenager: "My brother's name is... Ye Xuanguang."

Even if he had just expected it, Ye Yunlan was still startled.

The young man didn't realize it was strange, he just opened his **** eyes and asked, "Have you... met my brother?"

Ye Yunlan's expression became a little cold.

"Since your brother has left you behind, why are you still looking for him?"

The boy shook his head, "My brother...My brother didn't leave me behind. Someone attacked us, and my brother...is missing to save me. I must find my brother."

Perhaps because he was a little anxious, the boy spoke incoherently, but his face was still expressionless, looking a little dazed.

Ye Yunlan listened and looked down at the teenager's face slowly. After a while, he said lightly, "Really."

elder brother.

If he is based on blood relatives, the young man in front of him should probably also be called his brother.

He closed his eyes and turned his head to Shen Shu and said, "It's not early, Shen Shu, let's go to Psychic Stream."

Shen Shu: "Okay, Master."

Before leaving, Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, and finally told the young man: "Don’t take out the blood jade in your hand for others to see. In addition, when you meet strangers in the future, don’t care about everything. Give it all out."

"Don't just trust others, even if that person has saved you."

After a pause, he said, "I wish you success...find your brother."

He turned around.

The young man blinked, wondering why he was leaving again suddenly, and said seriously: "I don't see anyone, I will say so much."

"I just think that you are... very close, you can believe it."

Ye Yunlan stopped for a while, after all, he did not look back.

——The psychic stream is in the depths of Tianchi Mountain.

The two masters and apprentices passed through the bustling town, and the tall and majestic silhouette of Tianchi Mountain appeared in front of them.

Tianchi Mountain is the highest mountain in Central Continent. It is said that the top of the mountain is connected to the heavens.

The psychic stream is a secluded stream from top to bottom in Tianchi Mountain, looking like a faint blue silk and satin from a distance, stepping into it, only to realize that there is something else in it.

Psychic Stream is somewhat similar to many secret realms, and it will only be opened during the Dao Conference, which is an extraworldly space specially set up by the ancient power for this purpose.

Those who come from all over the world to participate in the Tianchi Mountain Forum are all in the psychic stream.

Step into the psychic stream.

The entrance is a small path, fluorescent flying in the sky, trees on both sides, the fruit on the top of the tree is shining, and the silver grass on the ground is swaying.

There is only night in the world of psychic streams.

"Let's go."

Ye Yunlan said, stepping onto the trail, and Shen Shu followed closely.

The surroundings gradually changed from quiet to noisy, as if in a flash, the trail came to the end, and the voices of people in front of him were noisy.

Hundreds of Kongming lanterns are floating in the air, and a bustling market is in front of them.

A disciple dressed in a black and white Taoist robe with a Tai Chi pattern on his sleeves came over. He was holding a thick scroll in his hand, holding the Mao notes, and lowered his head and said: "Two Taoists, dare to ask which disciple it is. ?"

Black and white robe, Tai Chi pattern.

He is a disciple of Mozong.

The Tianchi Mountain Forum on Taoism is held once every ten years and is presided over by six Taoist schools in turn. This time it is Mo Zong who presides over.

"The two of me are Tianzong disciples." Ye Yunlan said lightly.

"Tianzong..." The Mozong disciple nodded, wrote a few words in his hand, and said again, "Dare to ask a name?"

"Ye Yunlan, next to my disciple Shen Shu."

There were not a few people who came together with the masters and disciples to participate in the Daoist Conference. The disciple Mo Zong nodded again, took out a night pearl and handed it over, "The disciples of the Tianzong live in the East Moon Shadow Wall of Psychic Stream. You take this pearl and insert it in front of the door. It will be able to occupy one of the caves and serve as the foothold of this forum."

Ye Yunlan reached out and took it.

That Mo Zong disciple had been keeping his head down and making notes. As a disciple of Mo Zong, he was so busy that he still had to meet and greet him here. It really taught him to be very tired and tired.

But seeing a slender and beautiful hand taking Ye Mingzhu, he was taken aback, and when he looked up, he saw a face as clear as snow under the stars of the night.

There was a sudden blush on his face, "Dao... Fellow Daoist, do you need me to lead the way?"

Ye Yunlan: "Thank you for pointing it out."

He raised his hand and pointed, Ye Yunlan nodded slightly, and took Shen Shu there.

The disciple Mozong stopped at the same place, and suddenly felt that he was assigned this tiring task by the sect this time, and he was not so tired of teaching him.

——The Moon Shadow Wall is in the east of the psychic stream.

In the upper left corner, a full moon is shining obliquely. Look carefully, that month is not a real moon, but a luminous fluorite.

The shadow of the tree swayed on the moon shadow wall with the moonlight. Many cave houses were opened on it. There were stone plaques in front of the cave houses with the name of the cave houses inscribed on them.

There are grooves under the stone plaque, and some of the grooves have been embedded with night pearls, proving that they have been occupied, and some have not yet been.

Ye Yunlan randomly chose a cave and walked in. The two ancient characters "Ziyun" were engraved on the plaque outside the cave.

Insert the Ye Mingzhu into the groove, and the cave will be shining brightly.

This cave is very quiet, not as cramped as expected after entering, but rather vast, with fluorite lamps shining on the stone walls.

What is particularly peculiar is that in the center of this cave mansion stands a huge purple cloud wood.

There is a stone table under the purple cloud wood, and there are several stone piers around it as benches.

The huge tree was full of purple-blue flowers, and there was no wind in the cave, but petals fell slowly, scattered on the stone table and the ground.

It's beautiful.

"The person who built this cave mansion back then should be a gentleman." Ye Yunlan said softly.

The pain caused by the curse mark in the soul has been relieved a lot, but he inevitably felt tired, sat down on the stone bench and rubbed his temples.

Shen Shu looked around, and finally saw a stone bed in the corner, but he was a little dissatisfied, "Said it is a cave, but it is so empty, there is no pillow."

"Dongfu was originally used by practitioners. The more deserted and lonely, the more it can teach people to calm down. It is naturally different from my bamboo dwelling." Ye Yunlan explained calmly, but saw Shen Shu take out the soft pillow and brocade quilt from the storage ring , Laid the stone bed neatly with his hands and feet, took out a black copper heater, and walked over and set it by the table.

Can't help but laugh a little.

"Why did you even bring these things..."

Shen Shu said: "Master is willing to accompany me to participate in the Tianchi Mountain Forum. I naturally have to prepare for Master."

"You..." Ye Yunlan's eyebrows eased a little as there was warmth from the heater.

He closed his eyes and rested for a while, then spoke again: "After three days, the Daoist meeting will begin. When the psychic stream reaches the heavens, it will be the battlefield for the disciples of all factions. Only the ten people who have reached the top will be the first. Only then are you eligible for the final competition at Floating Cloud Summit."

From the outside, the psychic stream is a secluded stream from the top of Tianchi Mountain. They are now at the bottom of the psychic stream.

Only by ascending to the heavens can you go upstream and continue to climb. Until the psychic stream, to the top of Tianchi Mountain, the top of floating clouds.

On the way, there are tests set by the predecessors, and there is more cruelty that the two collide and decide the victory or defeat to be able to move forward.

Three days later, as soon as the ascending order opened, tens of thousands of young disciples from all over the world began to climb up at the same time.

Although Ye Yunlan has never participated in the Tianchi Mountain Forum, he can only imagine from the words in the book how vast the scene should be at that time.

Shen Shu said seriously: "I will never humiliate Master."

Hearing this, Ye Yunlan opened his eyes, he was very tired, his eyes were focused on Shen Shu, and his voice was stern.

"Shen Shu, remember it. You are here to broaden your horizons and increase your knowledge. What you want to surpass is always only yourself. You don't need to act hard, let alone be eager and obsessed. The teacher... doesn't need you to earn a face."

"Your physique is different from that of others. It is extremely difficult to understand if you are born with a demon. I don't want you to set foot on the road so hard. You have walked so far, but in the end you fell short."

Shen Shu knew that he had been aroused by Nangong Qing just now, but he could not be suppressed in time, and he was noticed by his master, and after all, he left a knot in the other side.

However, how did the other party know that he occasionally leaked the trace of hostility, which was not as good as his true one.

The shadow on the ground twisted slightly for a moment.

"I remember, Master."

Shen Shu walked up to Ye Yunlan, half-kneeled, and put his face on Ye Yunlan's knee like a teenager acting like a baby to his elders, and whispered: "Master, don't worry about me."

Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, stretched out his hand to touch the puppet mark on Shen Shu's neck, stroked it again and again, without speaking.

Shen Shu knew that he was angry, so he cleverly let him touch it until the opponent's movements became slower and slower, and finally stopped.

Shen Shu looked up and found that the other party was already asleep.

He stood up slowly and looked at the sleeping person under the purple cloud wood.

The man was lying on the stone table, his black hair snaking out, revealing his side face.

The purple-blue petals fell between his hair, and his long eyelashes were drooping, giving him an illusion of weakness.

It makes people want to embrace him and protect him forever.

He remembered that back then, Master said that he would take a rest too late, and beware that he would not have a high birth in the future. He acted like a baby to Master, saying that he was born too high and he could no longer rely on Master’s arms.

At that time, the master just knocked on his head and said, "If you encounter someone you like in the future, it is impossible to nest in the arms of other girls, and ask others to pet you and get used to you instead of holding you. Hold her, protect her?"

At that time, he really didn't understand, thinking that if you are not a student, you will not be a student. As long as you can stay with the master, it doesn't matter.

But now he understands.

If you like someone, you won't be willing to hide in that person's arms anymore.

He wanted to hold him and protect him.

Want to give him the best things in the world.

He wants to stand upright.

——Ye Yunlan is in a dream.

The moonlight is bleak, the magic palace.

This is the first day after the night of the full moon.

The man disappeared as usual.

He wears chains on his wrists and ankles, and there are still traces of ambiguous blue and purple on his neck.

The body seemed to fall apart, so tired that he didn't even want to move a finger.

He softened on the bed and looked at the distant moon on the edge of the window, silent for a long time.

...He hasn't seen the moon for a long time.

Suddenly a familiar voice came.

"Yunlan."

"I heard that the Demon Lord is going to marry you as his wife," the man said softly, his voice as gentle as ever, "My husband happened to pass by the Demon Realm, so I came to see you."

In Xiao Shu's moonlight, a figure in a moon white robe gradually condensed.

Chen Weiyuan walked over, grabbed his wrist which was strangled with red marks by the chain, and said with pity: "How did you make it look like this."

He said hoarsely: "Don't touch me."

Chen Weiyuan sighed lightly, "I know the lady blames me." The other party gently stroked his wrist, "But the lady didn't know, I sent you into the devil's palace because I had no choice."

He turned his face away, not wanting to hear this man's sweet lies anymore, and only said, "Get out."

"Stop playing tricks, huh?" Chen Weiyuan said in a low judo, "Yunlan, as long as you promise to do one thing for me, there will be no more obstacles between us, and you and I will be able to grow long, forever. Together—"A knife was placed in the palm of his hand.

"There is a slaughter curse on this knife, as long as the tip of the knife can pierce the devil's skin a little, it can seriously injure him."

"The position of my Chen Jiazheng's wife is always reserved for you. As long as you kill Demon Lord, we will be united forever and live and die..."

He felt ridiculous.

But the heart was beating uncontrollably and sharply, and the other party's voice seemed to be infiltrated with deadly medicine, revealing endless bewitching.

"Yunlan, I know you still love me."

Chen Weiyuan said.

There seemed to be tinnitus in his ears, and in the cramped prison cell, the devil held him deeply, as if to crush him into his abdomen, and repeatedly asked him the same question.

"Xianchang, for so many years, have you ever loved me for a bit?"

The tinnitus sound became heavier, and Chen Weiyuan's voice filled his heart like a ghost.

He bit the tip of his tongue, barely condensed sober, and said hoarsely: "Chen Weiyuan...I said, I want you to get out."

"Yunlan, you forgot again, you should call me husband." Chen Weiyuan approached him, snorted on his neck, and wrapped him with a gentle and familiar breath, "Tell me, do you still love me, huh?"

"No, I don't love you anymore. What I love is your honour--" he said every word.

The words seem to cry blood.

The gentle breath around him seemed gloomy for a moment.

"Lady always likes to lie," Chen Weiyuan said, confidently: "How can you fall in love with that demon? We have made an appointment on the day when the agreement is made. In this life and this life, your heart will only be for me. beat."

Chen Weiyuan touched his left chest with his hand, and said with a low smile: "Look, it's beating."

"Yunlan, kill that demon for her husband, okay?"

The temples jumped suddenly, as if they were about to burst.

He tried his best to throw the knife in his hand to the ground.

"Get out-no matter what, I will never hurt him, you get out of here!"

Chen Weiyuan finally changed color.

"Yunlan, you are always so stubborn." The gentle smile on his face faded, "Is it so difficult to obey my heart?"

His hands were trembling, and his nails were sinking into the flesh, only to restrain the painful mood that swept up, surging, and uncontrollable.

"Then there is no way."

Chen Weiyuan spoke and took out a jade.

That was the jade that the two sides had dripped with blood on it when they concluded the contract, which means that we are in the same boat and will live and die together.

Under the moonlight, the jade exudes a desolate light.

"Yunlan." Chen Weiyuan said. He picked up the knife on the ground and put it in the palm of his hand, "Hold this knife and find a chance to pierce the body of the demon venerable."

Chen Weiyuan clenched the jade tightly.

His soul seemed to be held tightly by the opponent.

All persistence, defeat in the face of unknowable power.

He could no longer control his body, as if he took the knife like a puppet, and obediently said: "Yes."

Chen Weiyuan left.

He was still lying on the bed, looking at the moon outside the window, folded his hands, holding the knife in his hand.

The hollow eyes slowly widened.

A drop of water fell on the handle of the knife.

No one saw it.

The screen turned suddenly.

In the dark cave, he was placed in the deepest darkness.

The clothes on his body have been washed away, and his hands and feet are entangled with slippery things. He kneels on the cold ground with his hands suspended in the air. His body is extremely hot, but his heart is extremely cold.

Someone came slowly.

Accompanied by a ticking sound.

——It's the blood dripping from the wound on the opponent's abdomen, wounded by the Slaughter Curse, but never healed.

His jaw was pinched by the opponent.

The demon's voice is low and hoarse: "Xianzhang, the deity did not as you wish, was surrounded by those so-called immortal gates, are you very disappointed?"

He wanted to shake his head, but his neck was trapped by something slippery, so he could only raise his head and let out a low muffled grunt.

"The deity heard that there is a spell in the world that can erase all the memory of one person for another person and transfer all his love for that person to the person who casts the spell."

"If it is possible, the deity really wants to cast this kind of spell on you."

Demon Zun gritted his teeth and said, suddenly leaning over to hug him.

Tears slowly flowed from his side face.

What he could not say is, if there is such a spell in the world...

He is actually willing, and the other party will show it to him.

The screen turns again.

Buddha hall.

He was holding the Shura sword, wearing a hideous ghost face, and slowly knelt down in front of the Buddha.

"Dare to ask the master, is there a law in this world that can cut off the roots of emotion, so that I will no longer be disturbed by another person in this life?"

The master said: "Converting can break the root of love."

"I have attachments and cannot take refuge."

The master said: "Love is hard to have, love is long, why bother to break the root of love?"

He said indifferently: "If I can't love the person I want to love, in the miserable love, what I don't want, what use is it for the root of love."

The master sighed lightly and said: "If you want to forcefully break the root of love, you need to pierce the soul with the seven love needles, and carve the seal of breaking love. After that, all love and love are painful and cannot be eliminated. Can you think clearly? "

He leaned over and said, "I would like to take the precepts."

The Seven Love Needle burned through Nanming Lihuo and pierced into the soul.

The soul was swept away by the pain of tearing.

Ye Yunlan suddenly woke up from his dream.

He realized that he was not on the stone table under the purple cloud wood, but lying on the stone bed covered with soft brocade.

The shoes, socks, and outerwear were carefully removed, and the heater was placed by the bed.

He slowly supported his body, and saw Shen Shu sitting cross-legged on the ground, condensing his energy.

"Master, you are awake." Shen Shu heard the movement and opened his eyes.

Ye Yunlan nodded slightly and got up to dress.

"How long did I sleep?" he said.

"Only half a day." Shen Shu replied.

Perhaps because of the dream of a talent, his chest was stuffy, and Ye Yunlan rubbed his eyebrows, and said: "Don't worry about practicing, today as a teacher, I will take you to find the materials for refining the natal sword."

"The Psychic Jian Cultivation Market, only once in ten years. Why don't you go see it."

Walked out of the Moon Shadow Wall and arrived at the Psychic Jian Xiuzhen Market.

Even with expectations, the surging crowd is still surprising.

It is not the same as the towns outside Tianchi Mountain. Almost all practitioners can enter the psychic stream. There is a rare gathering of monks from all over the world, and the things they sell can be described as weird and endless.

The master and apprentice walked in the hustle and bustle of the market.

He had put on the power fence again, stopped and went, and selected suitable sword training materials for Shen Shu.

Shen Shu walked beside him, protecting his master from collision.

Suddenly I heard someone whispering in the ears not far away: "Have you heard? The battle of the Xizhou Dynasty has begun again. The Yaori Dynasty launched a war three days ago, and the army crossed the West China Sea."

"The matter of the dynasty, how can I wait for the little monks to be beaked. It is better to talk about the Tianchi Mountain Forum and how many geniuses and Taoists gather."

"Speaking of genius, let alone the prince of the Yao Ri Dynasty, that one. He is really a genius that has never been met in the past. Now he is not over thirty, he is one step away from the Transcendence Realm. With his cultivation level , If you also came to this Tianchi Mountain Forum, wouldn’t it be the invincible hand of the younger generation?"

"His majesty, your dignified prince, would you not participate in this kind of battle of the sects of the cultivation world? It's just that this prince has such a talent to oppose the Xingyue Dynasty, which has been opposed to the Yaori Dynasty for thousands of years. Isn't it restless day by day?"

Someone interrupted: "Your news is too late. Half a month ago, the Princess of Xingyue Dynasty was defeated by the prince at the peak of Chaomu, and her cultivation base was abolished. Xingyue Dynasty will never let the prince go. It happens that there has been no news of that prince for half a month, I guess..."

Before the man finished speaking, he suddenly shouted: "The prince of the Yaori Dynasty has come to Tianchi Mountain. Look—" "It is said that this prince will select talents at the Tianchi Mountain Forum and go back to serve for the Dynasty."

"real or fake?"

Ye Yunlan leaned over and was selecting spiritual materials, and heard the words.

He straightened up and looked towards the dark night of the psychic stream.

In the distance, the dark psychic stream ignited fire.

The flames approached, and it was the honor guard team riding on the Yanlin Beast, and the royal family flags fluttered on the sun.

While riding on the Yanlin Beast