Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Ye Yunlan stood under the umbrella held by Shen Shu, glanced at Rong Ran quietly, and walked away.

Rong Ran doesn't seem to be at all? Feeling Ye Yunlan's indifference, his pale face kept a soft smile.

He stared at Ye Yunlan's whole body in fascination, as if he wanted to see through every inch of Ye Yunlan's skin and inside through his white clothes.

His gaze was too presumptuous, Shen Shu paused slightly, and the light from the end of his eyes swept toward the stained area, giving him a deep warning look, and raised his right hand without holding the umbrella, and made a squeezing motion.

Rong Ran’s smile finally stiffened. Thinking of the experience of being tortured by Shen Shu on the soles of his feet two years ago, he never figured out where Shen Shu’s weird power came from, but he still swallowed instinctively and did not continue to struggle. , Watching the back of the master and apprentice go away.

They were one high and one low, about half a head apart, they both held the same umbrella and looked very close.

And this intimacy should belong to him.

Rong Ran stood alone in the drizzle holding an umbrella, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

He stretched out his hand to caress his left chest, clenched it slightly, the slight pain caused by the worm swimming inside made him feel at ease.

His nightingale is about to return to him. he thinks.

There is also? Shen Shu—he dared to insult him like this in Tianchi Mountain, this time in the secret realm, he must die without a place to be buried!

There was a thunder in the sky, reflecting his pale complexion, and the figure in his eyes gradually disappearing.

...

Zhanxing City is very lively, divided into two cities of heaven and earth.

The “Sky City” of Zhanxing City is entered through the Zhanxing Bridge, which is invisible to mortals. It is an island floating in the sky. Among them is the “Tianluofang”, the most famous market for cultivators in Zhanxing City. The monks of Dongzhou and southern Xinjiang traded with each other.

In the dungeon, mortals and cultivators live together. Private fighting is forbidden in the dungeon, otherwise it will be forcibly stopped by the city guard.

The city lord of Zhanxing City is rumored to be a transcendent powerhouse. Although the sky list is not named, most people should give this city lord how much face?

What Ye Yunlan wanted this time was only the soul-attracting flower in the Nether Secret Realm, but I saw some of them in Tianluofang? Good magic weapon charms, or bought them with spirit stones, enough to deal with the sudden emergencies in the Secret Realm. I bought a power fence to cover a lot of trouble.

After the bazaar was finished, the two of them walked straight to the city, looking for a restaurant to solve their lunch.

The dungeon city is heavier than the sky city, the mortal fireworks are heavier, and there are shouts and sales everywhere, and most practitioners gather in the spiritual sky city, and it is difficult to see one or two in the dungeon city for a long time.

"Selling sweet cakes! Mung bean cakes, red bean cakes, pea cakes should be available? Everything, sesame cakes, walnut cakes and red date cakes are all-encompassing. Don't miss it when you pass by!"

Shen Shu paused and said with a low smile, "Tui'er just happened to be greedy. I want to buy some sweet cakes. Master will also try it later."

With that said, he handed the umbrella to Ye Yunlan and went up to talk with the store.

Ye Yunlan nodded slightly and took the umbrella.

The breeze blew through the white gauze on the power fence, and the slanting rain flew, and he felt a little bit of chill.

In the early spring, the air in southern Xinjiang was warm, humid, and hot, and ordinary people would not feel cold. He would be like this. It is because of a long illness that his body is far inferior to ordinary people.

Next to the pastry shop is a fortune-telling stand. Behind the table sits an old-style gray robe slowly fanning a fan of the puffballs. Next to it is a white flag banner with a few lines dripping with ink. One hexagram knows."

I saw a few words on the old-fashioned Pu Fan, "Does love count?"

Ye Yunlan didn't believe in fate at first, but later he had to believe it. It's just that although he believes, he is not fascinated. He has passed the time of arrogance. He returned to this world empty, and was already ready to meet his end.

So he only glanced at the fortune-telling booth, then withdrew his gaze.

It's just that the old Dao with the fan fan stopped his hand movement at some point, touched his long beard, and smiled at Ye Yunlan: "Donor, the poor Dao sees you have fate, but I don't know if the donor has any interest? No interest, let the poor Dao Count a trigram for you?"

In the sight of the bustling city, the old-fashioned voice still came to my ears, very clear.

Ye Yunlan was startled slightly and was about to refuse, but when he heard the old man suddenly sighed, he sang: "Longevity can't solve the worries in my heart. Looking around is sorrow, who is waiting for Huangquan Road, the dust should be in my heart!"

Ye Yunlan was silent for a moment, and walked over with an umbrella.

He asked: "How do you need to be counted by the Daoist Chief? Is it necessary to be born? Chen eight characters."

"Poverty Dao makes mental calculations." The old Dao blinked, but did not rush to start a gua, stretched out his hand, and said: "Thank you, a copper coin."

Ye Yunlan took out a copper coin and put it into Lao Dao's hands. Lao Dao tossed the copper coin and folded his palms. He didn't even ask him what he wanted to calculate. He just pushed out a blank sheet of paper before his eyes. Said: "Write down what you are reading, just one word."

Ye Yunlan wrote a word and pushed back.

The old Dao picked up the piece of paper and leaned closer to look at it. It was too serious and didn't talk about the principles of gossip and six lines of Zhouyi. Those who knew him knew he was fortune-telling, and those who didn't know thought he was admiring some books.

After watching for a long while, the old man frowned and stroked his beard, accidentally snapped one off, and it hurt his teeth.

"Donor, the words you wrote don't match your appearance..."

Ye Yunlan didn't comment.

The word he wrote on the paper was-"Magic".

"Fine, nothing." Old Dao shook his head and sighed, holding a brush and scribbling a few words behind his back, rolling it up, and handing it back to Ye Yunlan.

"This is the solution to what the donor wants to calculate, and the donor should consider it."

At this time, Shen Shu had already bought the cakes back.

He glanced at the old fortune teller and Ye Yunlan suspiciously, then turned and smiled: "Master is still interested in hexagrams? Tu'er has also studied this a bit. Go back and give Master a try."

Ye Yunlan nodded slightly, unfolded the note in his hand, and when he lowered his eyes, he saw a song: "There is always a limit to the age, and it is easy to be ecstasy when waiting for a goodbye. The mountains and rivers are far away, it is better to take pity. The person in front of you." He focused his gaze for a while, silently retracted the note into his sleeve, and said to Shen Shu: "Let's go."

When the two were away from the fortune-telling booth, the old gray robe quietly raised his hand, wiped the sweat from his head, and muttered to himself, "Well, weird, before the world is catastrophe, why are such gods, ghosts and demons born... …"

...

Nearly noon, the two sat down by the window on the second floor of a restaurant called Yuelaiju.

Shen Shu ordered some refreshing dishes for Ye Yunlan, and spread out the pastries he had just bought.

When the dishes came up, it was not a boiled cabbage, a jade tofu, and an osmanthus crispy lotus root, all of them were in line with Ye Yunlan's taste.

Ye Yunlan picked up his chopsticks and ate slowly, while Shen Shu had already bigu and was not hungry, so he only picked up a piece of cake and watched Ye Yunlan's face as he ate. Although he didn't really enjoy the taste, he understood what the ancients said, "Beautiful meal." ".

The mortals downstairs are noisy. I don't know when they walked in. A few monks carrying long swords, just about to practice Qi? The monks who had not reached the bigu gathered around the table, eating food and drinking.

Those cultivators had enough internal energy, although not deliberately, their voices were still louder than mortals, and they spread upstairs.

"Have you heard about Tianchi Mountain?"

One-person interface: "Naturally I heard. Two years ago, one of them? The God Soldier Demon Emperor Sword was born, and the Prince Yaori broke through the world because of this. Now there is a stunning treasure born in it. The name is still unknown, but it has already attracted Yaori. Start fighting with the two dynasties of Xingyue." Some people wondered: "Xingyue Dynasty? Since Prince Xingyue was abolished by Prince Ye, the army on the sun broke through the seven cities in the east of Xingyue, and the Xingyue Dynasty was already difficult to resist. Also? Surplus power to compete with the sun?"

Another person said: "The star and the moon have stretched for thousands of years. How can there be no hidden information? Maybe it's just showing the enemy to be weak, and I heard that there seems to be a problem within the Yaori Dynasty. There is something wrong between Ye Taizi and his father? There seems to be a disagreement..."

His voice lowered, after all, some things were too sensitive, even if he was far away in southern Xinjiang, he couldn't speak unscrupulously.

The atmosphere was dull for a while.

Someone said to change the subject.

"Xizhou has become more and more chaotic. It happens that I waited for this time to leave Xizhou to go east, just to avoid misfortune. I didn't expect to encounter the opening of the Great Emperor Netherworld. If I want to come this way, I should have a chance to wait for this place. Everyone, to celebrate this, cheers!"

"cheers!"

In the sound of the collision of the cup and the lamp, a brilliant and deep light suddenly rose in the distance, and the extremely majestic spiritual power radiated from that direction.

The sect disciple token was slightly hot, when there was a message inside, Ye Yunlan did not take a closer look, but stopped his chopsticks, looked out the window, and said lightly.

"The Nether Secret Realm is open."

...

Ten miles outside Zhanxing City, there is a pool of Forgotten Worry. At this moment, a pillar of light in the secret realm originated from this. A magnificent, ancient and mysterious gate was looming above the pool.

There have been monks coming from everywhere around Wangyoutan, many of them. It was the monks of the major sects that Ye Yunlan had seen in the Tianchi Mountain Forum on Taoism, including Mozong, Tanqingzong, Tingyu Pavilion... Therefore, it is very close to southern Xinjiang, and some people from ancient tribes in southern Xinjiang have also come. A lot, there are many casual repairs.

Ye Yunlan saw a lot of familiar people in it, and couldn't help being thankful that he had put on the power fence this time. Even so, he still noticed that many eyes were moving on the body of the Tianzong disciple.

Rong Ran stood in front of the Tianzong disciples.

His look is more confident than before he set off, and his beauty is as bright as a pearl.

He held a jade slip in his hand.

This slip was sent by that person, and it recorded the general situation in the Nether Secret Realm, which made his plan more successful.

He didn't doubt why the secret realm of the Netherworld had not yet been born, and that person would be able to understand the situation. After all, that person was known for his astrological calculations, and it was not surprising that he could predict this information.

He was very fortunate that he was saved by that person in Tianchi Mountain, and since then, he has refined many materials for Acacia Gu. After his prayers, they were all found by that person.

Rong Ran glanced at the tall and beautiful monk standing in front of the Tan Qingzong disciple.

It has not been seen for two years, Xu Qingyue is still dressed like a sword repairer, incompatible with the other disciples of Tan Qingzong.

However, he heard that Xu Qingyue had been dismissed by that person.

Rong Ran smiled slightly.

The No. 1 beauty in the Tianji list that year was nothing more than that.

Seeing that there were cultivators speeding into the secret realm one after another, and the Tianzong disciples had arrived one after another, Rong Ran realized that he could no longer waste time, so he spoke.

"Everyone, the secret realm has been opened, and I will enter the exploration, but before that, as the master, I need to tell you what time?"

"In the secret realm, do not harm the same family, do not fight with the same family, do not have no reason to grudge against the foreigners, and offenders will be dealt with in accordance with the door rules!"

Rong Ran's voice eased and began to make arrangements.

"As far as I know, there are three levels in the Nether Secret Realm, and the monks will be dispersed when entering it, but the first two floors of the Secret Realm are not very tested. Until the third floor, the real treasures of the cave are located, and the entrance to the third floor There is only one, then I will gather there to explore the Netherworld Great Emperor's cave."

When the words fell, if he glanced at Ye Yunlan, he took the lead and led the disciple into the door of the secret realm.

Didn't Ye Yunlan? He noticed the look in his eyes, and didn't listen to what he said. It was at the end with Shen Shu, separated from many disciples.

Before entering, Ye Yunlan said to Shen Shu.

"Watch your mind."

Shen Shu nodded slightly.

While Ye Yunlan was observing the front intently, he quietly opened his arm to cover Ye Yunlan's whole body.

Didn't even Rong Ran? To make it clear, but Ye Yunlan knew that the first level of secret realm was the realm of illusion, which was full of deceptive things.

Ye Yunlan had already pinched a heart-clearing talisman in his hand, and when he was ready to discover something was wrong, he would crush the talisman and break the illusion with the power of the talisman, instead of rushing his mind and making the injury possible.

Even with the solidity of his three-hundred-year soul, he can survive most of the illusions without any problems.

As soon as I entered the secret realm, I heard the sound of Taotao water.

A large river traversed in front, and the water was turbid yellow.

He was in a huge sea of ​​flowers on the other shore, the red petals scorching hot like filaments were blooming, as gorgeous as blood.

The sea of ​​flowers separated on both sides, and a small meandering radial stretched forward, with snow-white bones scattered on both sides.

The path to the river bank turns into an arched bone bridge across the river bank.

Ye Yunlan looked around, no one else was seen, knowing that he had fallen into an illusion.

He just wanted to smash the pure heart spell in his hand, but at the end of his blurred vision he saw a dark figure on the bridge, which was vaguely familiar.

He made a move in his hand.

Then walked over.

Someone is sitting on the railing beside the bone bridge, with a hideous ghost mask on his face, and his eyes are more red as blood than the flowers on the other side of the ground.

He sat there sideways, in a casual posture, looking at the yellow spring and blue sky, and he didn't know how long he had been watching and how long he had waited.

Hearing the footsteps, he turned his head and his voice was low and smiling.

"Xianchang, you are looking for me."

The author has something to say: [Note]: Intercepted from "Huanxisha" by Yan Shu