Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Ye Yunlan sat in the open-air garden of the fairy palace. Nian'er is still kneading the fluff on the hair ball. The fur ball has given up resisting, huddled up and down, Ren Nian'er squeezed and rounded.

There is a carved porcelain vase on the table, and a longevity flower is inserted in the vase, and the blue petals are swaying in the wind.

Ye Yunlan lowered his eyes and looked at the top of the floating clouds. Shen Shu simply resolved his opponents neatly.

Shen Shu has grown up.

Not only the body shape, but also the cultivation base is one step closer. He is about to complete the Golden Core and will soon be promoted to the Nascent Soul. At that time, even in the countless realm of cultivation of the strong, Shen Shu still had a place, and there were not many things he could teach the other party.

When Shen Shu arrives at the Nascent Soul, he can return the puppet beads to the opponent, and then enter the secret realm of the former J? to find the soul-attracting flower for Shen Shu to solve the puppet seal. Well, he needs to create one for Shen Shu. The handle is suitable for his own life spirit sword...

By the time…

He thought, retracting his gaze that fell on the top of the floating clouds, and looking towards the sky as the floating clouds scattered and gathered.

After a long while, he raised his fingertips again, and gently touched the petals of the sempervivum in the porcelain vase on the table.

Nian'er suddenly said, "Brother?"

Ye Yunlan: "Huh?"

Nian'er stared at Ye Yunlan for a moment, "I don't know why, the feeling that my brother just now gave me? It's like I will suddenly disappear in the next moment."

Ye Yunlan: "Here is the person? How come you suddenly disappeared."

Nian'er: "Before... when my emperor came to see Nian'er for the last time, he also showed a look similar to his brother, and then he suddenly disappeared."

When Nian'er was in front of him, she always mentioned the "my emperor" in her mouth.

Ye Yunlan didn't change his expression, looked at Nian'er and his eyes were calm. Suddenly: "Nian'er, me? Do you resemble the "My Emperor" in your memory?"

Nian'er nodded, earnestly?: "Brother and? My emperor are indeed very similar."

Ye Yunlan?: "But me? Not him."

Nian'er seemed to have been poked in her mind, her face suddenly floated up, she wiped crimson, bit her lip, she said: "Brother...difficult? Don't believe J? On? Is there any reincarnation J?"

"No. I believe that J? There is reincarnation J?." Ye Yunlan calmly said, "But I always think that people are shaped by experience. Even the same soul, walking through Huangquan Road, After drinking Mengpo Tang and washing away all rebirth experiences, he is no longer the same person."

Nian'er still has some doubts, and murmured: "People are shaped by experience...?"

"Different experiences create different personalities and ways of thinking about things, and also create different fetters and causality between people," Ye Yunlan, "and even if it’s a new time, another time and place. , Situation to know another person, the person you know is no longer the person in the memory."

Nian'er still doesn't understand.

She just felt that Ye Yunlan lowered his head at the moment, reaching out to touch the petals of the longevity, pale and lonely.

Nian'er?: "Nian'er doesn't understand this?. Nian'er just thinks that her brother is close and wants her to be happy."

Ye Yunlan's fingertips made a pause.

Her complexion was calm, but she sighed inaudibly.

…

Floating clouds top.

Shen Shu stopped and stood under the eaves of the fairy palace, with a shadow covering his face.

Not far away, the two monks were still whispering.

The young monk who heard the news blushed and asked.

"This way?... This way? Secret news, how did you learn about it? Is it just a rumor?"

Another person?: "It is true. How can the news from the inner disciples of the Tianzong in the past few days be false?"

Young cultivator?: "Yes, but this? Is there something to be said about the method? Is it wrong? Yes, it is suspected of destroying the reputation."

"Listen? That person is very ill, maybe he was rushed to the doctor, and he has acquiesced. Besides, you think it is difficult? Anyone can use that method to heal him? It is said that he needs a special physique, otherwise he cannot be cured. , It’s possible to be sucked dry by that beautiful person by accident..."

"Suck it, **** it dry?" The young monk flushed even more.

Another person laughed?: "After all, what kind of methods are needed to heal the wounds, think about it, don’t you want me to make medicine for the whole body, so that the essence of the essence? See in the acacia sect? Those? Are they squeezed into medicine? The scumbag monks? The end will be known. But Fang? You, die under the peony flower, and behave like a ghost. That is the number one beauty in the practice world. If he can really save his life, it will be provoked. I’m so grateful that I will marry him as a couple in the future, and embrace the beauty in my arms. What a pleasure...As far as I know, many monks are already planning to recommend themselves to him..."

As he said, his voice lowered a bit, "Moreover, I heard that the monks who have practiced those methods are all beautiful? Unspeakable, they can teach people to die, and to linger..." He hasn't said yet. After that, I suddenly felt suffocated, as if I was caught in my neck by something, and my breathing was stagnant.

The young monk was wondering why the voice of the person next to him had stopped. As soon as he raised his head, his eyes widened, "Friend? What's wrong with you!"

The other person's complexion was blue at the moment, his eyes were prominent, and there was a deep scar on his neck. There was no one around him, but the scar was getting deeper and deeper.

The young monk was creepy.

The daylight swayed, and where they hadn't noticed, a black shadow twisted and entangled on the shadow of another person, exactly where his neck was.

The young monk was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Although the cultivator has a strong physique, it’s not a big deal for him to be unable to breathe for a while, but he sees the Nale mark getting deeper and deeper, and he clearly wants another person’s body. Separate from the head!

Even a cultivator will die without his head!

He looked around, realizing something, and suddenly mentioned? True Qi?: "I don’t know where is the best way to come, I? When I have eyes but don’t know Taishan, I will say lie, and I will offend the driver. A lot, let us go?!"

Speaking, he slapped his own mouths, then looked at the silent companion who was covering his neck, walked up, and slapped the opponent dozens of slaps neatly, without mercy, and his voice was very loud.

The surrounding monks cast strange glances at them one after another.

Not far away, Shen Shu looked up from the shadow of the eaves of the fairy palace, looked at the two people in the distance blankly, and turned and walked into the fairy palace.

At the same time, the unprovoked strangle mark on the neck of another person finally stopped deepening.

The young monk saw his fellow collapsing to the ground, his face was red, swollen and bruised, his breath was dying, his life was half gone, he was still angry anyway.

I can't help but raise my hand to wipe the sweat from my head, thanking myself that I did it quickly.

It’s just that I’m with this same person, but they meet each other. Even if I save one’s life cleverly, the other party may not appreciate it. Maybe I will still bear grudges afterwards, or I will leave sooner.

The young monk turned his mind and walked in a hurry, and soon walked away.

…

The fairy palace is huge, with winding twists and turns.

Shen Shu rejected the request of Mozong disciple to go up and say to lead the way. He always went up the road until he reached the corner of the corridor and shadowed, he suddenly stopped, leaned back against the wall, and his handsome face was buried. Into the shadows.

"Tick." Blood drops spread on the ground.

He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, lowered his head and pinched the center of his eyebrows, his temples suddenly beating.

It's not just the long and narrow injury on the back.

Ever since he was on the ascending order, he was conspired by the Demon Soul and entered the illusion formation. Even if he won the final result, the Divine Soul still suffered trauma.

He felt that his own soul seemed to split a big gap, and countless negative forces overflowed from it, and the same overflowing with the same, there were some illusory and real fragments of the picture.

Those? The pictures are broken and chaotic, incomplete, and incoherent, like fragments piercing into his mind.

The vast majority of them are boundless evil and magical thoughts, and only a few of the pictures with colors, like streamers that cannot be grasped, flash away in a flash.

The inherent negative force in his body continued to grow, and the hostility and desire in his heart were motivated by this force. Only then, he almost couldn't control his own mood and started killing.

He looked at his own hands.

After worshipping Ye Yunlan as a teacher, these hands have not been stained with blood.

Master doesn't like the appearance of his hands stained with blood?.

"Master..."

He whispered hoarsely, looking up at the dome of the fairy palace, his eyes slowly stained with scarlet.

"Why, don't you tell me?..."

…

There are six matches in Floating Cloud Peak every day, three in the morning and three in the afternoon, and three in the afternoon.

Shen Shu's martial arts contest was the second session of the afternoon. It was almost noon, and Ye Yunlan ordered Nian'er to take a set of teapots and cups and cook a pot of hot tea by hand. The soaked tea is the "Lingmai Tea" he brought back at the Tonglingjian Xiuzhen Market the day before. This tea has the effect of dredging the spiritual pulse and gathering spiritual energy, and it is suitable for Shen Shu to come back to take after the martial arts competition.

Smoky smoke rises misty and blooms in the open-air garden.

Ye Yunlan was surrounded by the crowd, making the tea calmly and calmly, still wearing only an extremely pale white coat, but at first glance, the first thing he saw was still his cold and indifferent face.

Like a branch of white plum that stays abruptly in the warm spring of the garden, it makes people want to fold it off.

This is what Shen Shu saw when he came back.

Before he approached, Ye Yunlan was holding the teapot with his bare hand, and was pouring a cup of tea. After hearing the movement, he turned his head to look at him, his long eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes were soft, but still revealing the inevitable alienation and? distant.

"You're back. Drink a cup of tea to warm up." Ye Yunlan?

Shen Shu didn't take the tea, but walked closer, leaned over the table, stretched out his hand, and tightly grasped Ye Yunlan Ru Ningshuangxue's wrist.

"Master, I want to ask you a question." Shen Shu said.

The blood on the corners of his lips has been wiped off, his face is handsome, his clothes are neat, his black hair is high, and he can't see the signs of his soul injury from the outside.

Ye Yunlan frowned lightly, "You ask."

Shen Shu?: "Master knows that the disciples are participating in the Tianchi Mountain Forum. Why?"

Ye Yunlan hasn't answered yet, so Nian'er interrupts next to him?: "I? Know me? Know! Little brother, are you on the ascending order? You talked to Nian'er, you want to get the first name, let Nian'er turn it on for you Treasure house, take'Shang? Ancient Dixin Zhi', and save you an important person..."

Ye Yunlan's cold eyes widened slightly, "You just said that you will come to Tianchi Mountain this time, just want to increase your knowledge and stabilize your cultivation..."

Shen Shu interrupted him: "I'm looking for medicine to heal the wounds on Master's body."

Ye Yunlan frowned tightly, for a moment: "I have already said, my body injury cannot be cured, you don't have to spend too much time on my injury."

Shen Shu husky laughed, "Master still wants to hide from me?"

There was a little doubt on Ye Yunlan's face.

Shen Shu's expression made him aware of a bit of danger.

"The wounds on Master's body are useless with medicine stones. There is only one method that can cure them." Shen Shu paused when he said that, and then slowly uttered two words.

"Double repair." He?, "Is it right?"

Ye Yunlan's expression suddenly changed.

"Who told you this?"

Ye Yunlan's thoughts changed sharply.

The sacred fire in his body needs to rely on the extradition of Shuangxiu. Only three people in the sect know about it—one? It is the lord of the sect, Qiyunjun, the second is the senior brother of the sect, He Lanze, and the direct disciple of the sect, Rongran .

Jun Qiyun had already returned a few days ago, and the only ones who could leak this matter were He Lanze and Rong Ran.

But Shen Shu tilted his head,?: "The master's injury is critical and requires double repairs to heal his injuries. Is it difficult? Hasn't it been spread out and everyone knows? There are already countless monks outside, who are planning to ask the teacher. Respect yourself? Recommend pillow seats."

"...Tui'er was the last one who knew about this."

Ye Yunlan's body was completely frozen, and his fingers were trembling slightly, because of his anger, there was already a thin red on his pale face.

But again? Shen Shu?: "Since Master needs someone to heal your injuries, why didn't you tell the disciple?"

"What other people can do, the disciple can do the same?"

He said, lowering his body, holding Ye Yunlan's wrist tightly, looking directly at his eyes, and whispering?.

"Not only that..."

"The disciples can do better than others."