Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Rong Ran said, waiting for Jun Qiyun's answer.

He has a supple and polite expression on his face, but he feels a little nervous in his heart.

If it was five years ago, he wanted to lead the Tianzong disciples to explore the secret realm. In the case of Helanze retreat, as the only personal disciple of Monarch Qiyun, he would not have any problems.

But after hearing about Fengting, he was punished by Jun Qiyun to face the wall, and his position in the minds of the sect disciples has been much worse than before. If Jun Qiyun did not set the decrees for him, he might not be able to persuade the disciples of the peaks. All obeyed his call.

There was a moment of silence in the Yuntian Palace.

Rong Ran waited more and more flustered, but when he looked at the mysterious jade on the hilt of the long sword in Jun Qiyun's hand, he was a little certain.

Jun Qiyun turned around and looked at his own disciple, and noticed that when Rong Ran came here and didn't even carry his own destiny spirit sword, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

There was a moment of silence, he said.

"the last time."

Rong Ran reacted, overjoyed, and said, "Thank you, Master, for your fulfillment!"

Jun Qiyun raised his hand, and a clear light spread out like ripples.

At the same time, no matter whether you are in the Tianzong, or thousands of miles away, all the disciples of the Tianzong will feel a thought in the dark.

For this trip to the Netherworld, the superior is it? Let his personal disciples lead it. After three days, the disciples who want to go can gather at Wendaopo.

—This? Is? The unpredictable method of the cultivator of the Transcendence Realm!

Rong Ran carefully felt the decree in his heart, saluted again and thanked him, and then left with joy.

Yuntian Palace restored the silence that seemed eternal.

Jun Qiyun stood there for a long time, as if thinking about something, then raised the Taiqing Duer Sword in his hand and placed it horizontally in front of him.

The peach blossom on the scabbard has been erased by him, and now the scabbard he holds in his hand is black, simple and cold, but the hilt is still adorned with a mysterious jade, in his cold and clear eyes Shaking in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand to take down the profound jade and squeezed it into two pieces.

…

Is it? Night, there are few stars.

In the small bamboo building, Shen Shu sat by the window without lighting the candle.

He raised his eyes and stared at the crescent moon on the edge of the window. The corners of his eyebrows were dark and gloomy, as if in a daze. In fact, he was poking the white jade porcelain man in his heart with his spiritual thoughts.

The villain that Yuan Ying turned into is not sane, and will only react a little when being pricked.

It's just that, it's clearly his own Nascent Soul, but he is not close to his divine consciousness. When being poked, he always moves to avoid him, and his eyes are always tightly closed, as if he doesn't bother to look at him.

Shen Shu had just separated from Ye Yunlan just before, seeing this scene, his heart was even more depressed, and he was helpless.

He glanced at Yun Bianyue and then at the person in his heart, his brows growing gloomy.

He didn't agree? Ye Yunlan went to the Nether Secret Realm with his own risk, but he also knew that his disagreement would not make the other party change his mind at all.

…And even if Ye Yunlan agreed?, he couldn't rest assured that Ye Yunlan would stay in Tianzong.

In the memory of him becoming the Demon Venerable, but he has heard clearly, Ye Yunlan will be ruined in Tianzong, expelled from the sect, and be infamous, although I don’t know if these things will actually happen, He also didn't want Ye Yunlan to be half-harmed.

He will not let the master leave his sight.

In this way, there is only one way.

Completely resolve Ye Yunlan's injuries.

Since the ninth-order elixir can't cure it, there is only...

Shen Shu's eyes darkened slightly.

Ye Yunlan never told him the details of how to treat the injury thoroughly, even that method? He heard from others.

He doesn't understand the secrets, but he can learn.

In his mind, there are countless exercises collected by various sects, including the method of double cultivation. There is a whole wall in his library.

If it is? In the secret realm, Ye Yunlan is really injured? When he can't control it...he must prepare early.

He closed his eyes, plunged his thoughts into the depths of his memory, and began to digest the knowledge in it.

Just after reading a few pages, my cheeks turned red. No matter which memory, he has no such experience.

When he was a Demon Lord, he was surrounded by many demon sects and singers, but he was always not interested in human flesh skins. As Shen Shu...he only had his own teacher in his heart and mind. Respect one person, where would you think of others.

After turning over a volume of Fajue, he let out a long sigh of relief, and covered his face with his hand.

I couldn't help but plunged my divine consciousness into the heart house, and saw that the little white jade sitting inside still closed his eyes tightly, seeming to feel nothing, and then turned his divine consciousness out again.

Until the night after falling into a dream, the dream was also a beautiful color, he was like a reckless young man who had just learned something new, embracing the softness of imagination, and tried all his new things. .

The night is dark.

The crescent moon disappeared behind the clouds.

In the small bamboo building, suddenly a pair of eyes opened.

He stood up from the bed, his face hidden in the deep darkness, his eyes half-closed, a little indifference in his languidness, and he whispered.

"too weak."

Glancing at the afterglow on the pillow, the pure aura overflowing from the sword made him feel disgusted.

"You have to get the Shura sword back..."

He made a decision and just wanted to get up from the bed, but he pulled a part of his body that was still swollen.

He lowered his head expressionlessly, and saw the behemoth propped up in his pants.

As if a little puzzled, he muttered to himself.

"Human flesh skins are so boring, what can we imagine?"

Although puzzled, he still followed his body's instinct, closed his eyes and sat in the darkness, solving it for himself.

Wiping his hands, putting on brand new clothes, he walked out of the room.

The moonlight shone on the earth, and the sea of ​​flowers swayed in the distance.

Countless colors rushed into his eyes, faint blue, light purple, and crimson, all dreamlike.

"Beautiful colors." He murmured compliments.

Even so, this kind of beauty still didn't dispel his idea of ​​leaving here and retrieving the powerful power he should have.

He has lived for many years, from Demon Abyss to the human world, knowing that all the important and maddening things in this world are no better than the real power in his hands.

When he was about to walk out of the flower garden, he suddenly stopped and looked behind him.

Under the moonlight, two bamboo buildings, one large and one small, are quietly close together, quiet and peaceful, which seems to be able to make people far away from worldly worries.

He suddenly wanted to meet, what exactly was the person who made "self" so nostalgic?

Just take a look?

He nodded secretly.

Hmm...just a glance.

Behind him suddenly appeared the darkness like a streamer, which enabled him to walk lightly in the air, silently following the breeze leaking through the window, and appeared in Ye Yunlan's bedroom.

The bronze mirror reflected his figure, and he paced slowly, approaching the carved wooden bed in the corner of the room.

He got closer and closer, hearing the sound of his heart pounding in the dark, not fast or slow, just a little noisy.

He bent over and opened a corner of the bed curtain, and the moonlight shone through the crack at this angle, reflecting the pale and quiet face of the man when he was asleep.

He was startled.

There was wind blowing across the sea of ​​flowers outside the window, and there was a rustle.

In a daze, he seemed to have seen the cleanest white in the world.

Like the clouds on the horizon, the snow on the tops of the mountains.

It's like he just crawled out of the Demon Abyss and saw the moon in the world.

The pace of leaving stopped at the same place, and the darkness floating behind him like a ribbon disappeared.

He looked at the person on the bed, glance after glance, with a hesitant look on his face.

…The human flesh skin has always been boring.

He watched the peaceful sleeping face of the person on the bed, and paused for a moment on the other person's thin, beautifully-shaped lips, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

For a moment, he leaned down, gently kissed the pale soft lips of the man, and slowly traced the shape with the tip of his tongue pressed against it.

It tastes so wonderful.

He smelled a strange breath, floating around him, coming from him.

Like the crushed white plum petals, it is lighter and more distant.

...It smells good.

he thinks.

…

Early in the morning, Ye Yunlan was flipping through the scroll in his study in the study, and suddenly heard a soft knock on the door.

He said: "Come in."

The door opened, and Shen Shu walked in.

Ye Yunlan was slightly surprised. He thought that after the quarrel yesterday, perhaps before setting off to the Nether Secret Realm, Shen Shu would not take the initiative to look for him again.

I saw Shen Shu gently put a bowl of porridge and a plate of steamed buns in front of Ye Yunlan, and said, "It’s not good for your body to have an empty stomach in the morning. Master, let’s have some breakfast first."

Ye Yunlan was silent for a while and said, "Have you ever eaten?"

Shen Shu shook his head.

Ye Yunlan: "Let's go together."

Shen Shu nodded, moved the stool to the book table, picked up a fresh meat bun and started eating.

Ye Yunlan spooned a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, frowned slightly, put down the spoon, pinched a bun with his slender fingertips, chewed it, and put it back on the plate.

Shen Shu has finished eating the steamed buns in his hand. Seeing that Ye Yunlan stopped continuing, tilted his head slightly, and said in doubt, "Why didn't the master stop eating?"

Ye Yunlan is not actually? A person who is very picky about the taste. The clear soup noodles made by himself can still be eaten without changing the color, but? The taste of the porridge and steamed buns made by Shen Shu today... almost makes him suspect that Shen Shu was not angry yesterday? Quit, deliberately? I am awkward with him here.

"...The porridge is too salty," Ye Yunlan said, almost the same as eating salt, "the steamed buns too?."

"Is it too salty..." Shen Shu was stunned for a moment, got up and picked up the dishes, "I'll do it for the teacher's respect."

The taste of redo was a little weaker, but it was still too heavy, so I could barely take it. Ye Yunlan didn’t say anything and then let Shen Shu do it again. He only finished the breakfast in silence, thought for a while, and said to stop. Shen Shu, said.

"If you go to the Netherworld, you are fully prepared for the teacher, so you don't have to worry too much."

Shen Shu listened, but did not refute like the last time, just? Put the dishes in front of him, carelessly? He said in his heart: "Master is ready, disciple... Follow Master?." After he raised his eyelashes, his dark eyes reflected his figure, making him feel a sense of palpitations inexplicably.

On the day of leaving, Ye Yunlan went to look at the hair ball sleeping soundly in the bamboo basket. Seeing that he still had no signs of waking up, he reached out and touched the fluff on his body, put a few spirit stones beside his nest, and let him After waking up, there was something to eat, and then took out the first few secret charms that had been written in the bookcase and put them in the sleeves, and then picked up the table with no shadows.

Shen Shu was already waiting outside the door.

Yanhui Peak is not too far from Wendao Po, and it takes a little exercise to walk, but now Shen Shu is already a Nascent Soul, with a natal spirit sword, he can walk with the sword, and when he comes out, he holds it. With his hand, he said "Master is impolite" and pulled the person to the sword.

The wind flickered in Oer's ears, and the two of them had reached the sky above the clouds.

For the first time, Shen Shu flew the "Remnant Light" Royal Sword in front of him, but he was more secure and skillful than he thought.

His waist was wrapped by the person's hands, and Ye Yunlan thought he wanted to pull it away, so he heard Shen Shu smile and said, "Don't worry, it will be here soon."

The disciples gathered on Wendaopo, densely packed like ants, and several flying boats docked aside, and they had not yet set off.

The two landed next to a flying boat, and because they were leaning against the shadow of a banyan tree, not many people paid attention to them.

Ye Yunlan's figure shook, and he was supported by Shen Shu. He condensed his eyebrows slightly. Just about to say something, he saw a few bright sword lights across the void and landed on the top platform of Wendao Slope.

Those figures showed their appearances. It was the disciples who had higher generations and strong appeals, and Rong Ran was surrounded by them.

He was not dressed in Tsing Yi as before. Instead, he wore snow-white clothes, which made his face more beautiful and bright, and his spirits looked quite high. He was smiling and talking with those disciples.

Listening to his words, several disciples nodded repeatedly, showing approval.

When Daopo's disciples were almost gathered, Rong Ran stepped forward, luck and spiritual power, and said loudly.

"This trip to the Nether Secret Realm will be led by me. The Nether Secret Realm is dangerous, and we need to wait for my full cooperation? Only by following the arrangements can we get more benefits from the secret realm and protect you to the greatest extent possible. Prestige."

"As for not listening to advice, acting arbitrarily, harming the sect? Your own people..." Rong Ran looked around and asked Daopo for a week.

"Now, are you the same door? Please get on the flying boat."

When his words fell, the disciples of each peak began to board the flying boat one after another.

Ye Yunlan chose a ship at will and boarded with Shen Shu.

He did not notice that someone was looking at him in a daze from a distance.

Suddenly, someone jumped up and took a shot on his forehead, and Lin Xiaowan's voice came in his ear.

"Fool! I'm about to board the flying boat, what are you still in a daze? Here? Is there any beauty around that attracts you?"

Chen Xianyu recovered from the trance and looked at Lin Xiaowan's angry face. Next to him was Senior Sister Yin Ling Yin's face that looked like a smile? Not a smile. She shrank her body, hugged the book of beauty in her hand, and shook her head: "No, no, let's get on the flying boat."

He took the token and went to his separate room, and he quickly called out the water mirror to contact his brother.

Chen Weiyuan's figure appeared in the water mirror. In the past two years, his brother's face remained the same as before, but the silver in his eyes became brighter, making him startled. The background in the water mirror is always in the same place.

Looking at the endless black, there are faintly twinkling stars.

Before Chen Weiyuan asked, Chen Xianyu spoke first.

"This time? He will also go to the Nether Secret Realm once."

Chen Weiyuan sat cross-legged, with a complicated and exquisite astrolabe on his lap. Hearing the words, he said, "I already know this matter."

Chen Xianyu was a little puzzled, and said, "What is the Netherworld? The cave house left by the emperor back then has a lot to do with the ancient times. Wouldn't the elder brother go and explore it himself?"

"I have more important things to do for my brother," Chen Weiyuan gently stroked the astrolabe in his hand, and said something unclear, "Time is running out."

Chen Xianyu: "Time?"

However, his elder brother didn't have the intention to answer his questions, he just stroked the astrolabe in his hand and smiled.

"But Tianxuan, there is one thing that you really need to do for your brother in the secret realm."

Chen Xianyu said, "Brother, please speak."

"Take what I ordered you to find someone."

The author has something to say: Mozun: The human body skin is so boring, what can we imagine?

Later... well, it's so fragrant.