Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Ye Yunlan still bowed his head and coughed, and Shen Shu was standing in front of him to look after him. He turned his head when he heard the voice of Lord Qi Yun.

Unlike the past, when Shen Shu saw Monarch Qiyun, he did not stand up and call "Sect Master", but raised his eyebrows slightly, and slowly uttered a name, "...Ji Suyue?"

Jun Qiyun's complexion changed slightly.

Ji Suyue is his name taboo.

It's just that since he became enlightened, no one in the world has dared to call him that way for a long time.

He looked at the only pro-disciple of Ye Yunlan in front of him. Seeing the other party? Still blocking Ye Yunlan for a while, he repeated it again.

"Step aside."

After talking, he flicked his fingers.

He didn't touch any place, but there was an inexplicable force based on the "Tao", and he wanted to squeeze Shen Shu away.

The difference between the cultivation level of the Sixth Realm of Mortal Body and the Three Realms of Ascending Immortal is like that of Tianyuan.

It's just that these monks don't include Shen Shu.

When he was in a high position in the Demon Sect, the world once compared Ji Suyue with him, arguing over who is the real number one.

The result is inconclusive.

Shen Shu took a step forward, stepping on a point where the spiritual energy junction, Xuanzhi? and Xuan?, stood still and looked directly at Monarch Qiyun with cold eyes.

"What are you looking for, Master."

Regarding unrelated people, Jun Qiyun would never pay attention to it, but Shen Shu's move was somewhat unexpected.

He frowned insignificantly. After all, he didn't do anything again, and said lightly: "He is injured, and I need to heal him."

Shen Shu looked at him for a moment. For some reason, he didn't want to expose his master to this person.

This reluctance is hundreds of times stronger than before.

As if letting the other party contact Ye Yunlan, it would cause more serious injuries than Ye Yunlan's body injury, but Ye Yunlan's coughing slowly stopped, and a hoarse voice came.

"Shen Shu, let... Sect Master come over."

Hearing this, Shen Shu's eyebrows were filled with hostility and irritability, but in the end he reluctantly turned sideways and gave up a position.

Jun Qiyun didn't look at him, strode to Ye Yunlan's side, **** the icy blue spiritual power of luck in his palms, printed on Ye Yunlan's back.

Ye Yunlan seemed to be extremely tired, his upper body leaned on Gu Qinqin, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, I don't know if it was because of pain, the moment that thin and thin back was printed on the palm of Jun Qiyun, suddenly he could? .

With such luck, there was a stick of incense for Ye Yunlan's eyebrows to unfold, and his eyelashes no longer fluttered.

With another stick of incense, Jun Qi Yun moved his palm away, and Shen Shu stepped forward, and found that Ye Yunlan had fallen into a coma and fell asleep.

Shen Shu walked over first and said, "Thank you for your help. I will take care of the master next."

Jun Qiyun stood aside, his eyes fixed on Ye Yunlan, and he said nothing.

Shen Shu lifted Ye Yunlan up, took out a piece of clean silk cloth to dry the blood on his lips and hands, and put his arms over Ye Yunlan's upper body and legs, picked up the person as a whole, and walked back to the bedroom.

So light. he thinks.

His master does not just look thin. It seems that the hollowed out jade is only left with a white jade shell, which will be broken after a little collision.

Shen Shu hugged Ye Yunlan's small heart and wings to the carved bed, took off the other party's blood-stained robe, and helped the person to lie down on the bed.

Dingding stared at the pale face of the person on the bed for a long while, he got up, planning to go out and get a bucket of water back, and carefully wipe the blood from his hands and cheeks for Ye Yunlan.

As soon as he stepped out of the house, he saw Jun Qiyun was still in the house and did not leave, he was standing by the door with his eyes closed.

"How come the sect master? Don't leave?" Shen Shu said.

Jun Qiyun opened his eyes, his eyes that couldn't see any emotions turned sideways, and said indifferently, "This is not the first time that Ye Yunlan's injuries have been made in these two years."

Shen Shu was silent for a moment, and said, "I'm wondering about this. Two years ago, I asked Master to take Taikoo Dixinzhi. With the power of the Tier 9 panacea, Master's damage to the original? Isn't it? Repeatedly."

Qiyun Jundao: "He used the Spiritual Consciousness Tempering Sword."

Shen Shu's complexion changed.

Spiritual consciousness is different from spiritual power. Spiritual power is the qi that runs in the body of the practitioner. This kind of qi can interfere with the heavens and the earth, so that the practitioner can call on the wind and rain, ignite the fire and attract thunder. It is the external manifestation of the practitioner’s “power”. .

Spiritual consciousness is an extension of the spiritual consciousness of the practitioner, and is also called "spiritual consciousness". It can be used to accurately observe objects and grasp the state of the object. It is an external manifestation of the practitioner's "inspiration".

He thought of his master, his eyesight seemed to be not very good, but he was able to engrave such mysterious and detailed divine texts on the scabbard. Perhaps, he did use spiritual sense.

Yes.

Although Ye Yunlan's internal veins were broken, and there was no cultivation base, after all, he was a practitioner of the Golden Core Stage, and his spiritual sense and spirit were much stronger than ordinary people.

But no matter how strong the spirit is, it needs a physical body to carry it. The consequences of frequent use of spiritual consciousness, although it is not as good as directly inducing aura, it will make Ye Yunlan lose control of the divine fire in his body, but it will bring the body that has been deeply injured closer to it. On the verge of collapse.

Ye Yunlan didn't tell him at all.

Shen Shu pursed his lips, and suddenly realized that Ye Yunlan called him to retreat in the first place. The real reason? Maybe it was not just because he thought calmly and got rid of those wrong thoughts that he shouldn't have.

Jun Qiyun's cold voice continued.

"You are his personal disciple, and he refines the spirit sword for you."

"Two years ago, he went to the Tianchi Mountain Forum, and was injured by the Tianchi Mountain Movement, it was also for you."

"If you really think about your master and want him to live longer, don't rely on him anymore, go down the mountain as soon as possible, and let him rest in peace."

Jun Qiyun is inherently indifferent and indifferent, and what he said this time is probably the result of his previous years when he sat in Wangyun Peak.

Shen Shu listened, but suddenly raised his eyes, and said, "Where is the Sect Master, why did the Sect Master come to heal my master over and over again?"

Jun Qiyun looked still, and said: "He is my Tianzong disciple."

Shen Shu curled his lips with a sneer, "There are thousands of Tianzong disciples. When they were injured, where was the Sect Master?"

Qiyun Jun said: "The world was born because of the fate and touch. Among the thousands of disciples, I saved him by accident for a while, and there is no harm in saving him for the rest of my life."

He didn't want to talk to Shen Shu any more, turned around and stepped out of the room, the wind blew him with white hair.

He said: "Remember the advice I gave you today."

Shen Shu coldly looked at his back, and suddenly said: "Since this is the case, I also give a piece of advice to Sect Master."

"I heard that the Sect Master’s cultivation is the ruthless Dao. In the ruthless Dao, the heart is the heaven and the earth, and it does not blend with the other things. The sect master frequently interferes with the mortal world. fear?"

Jun Qiyun paused, did not answer, only turned into sword light and disappeared into the sky?

...

When Ye Yunlan woke up, the pain in his chest did not disappear.

The windows were open, and the chirping of birds and birds came from outside, accompanied by the fragrance of spring flowers.

He covered his lips and coughed a few times, coughing out a little red cheek, but his face was very indifferent.

In the past two years, his injuries have become more frequent.

But he doesn't really care.

He calculated the rest of his time and found that the cash was still sufficient, so he wanted to put on his clothes, but when the door creaked, Shen Shu walked in with a bowl of elixir.

"Master."

He was tall, with deep black eyes, Ye Yunlan was startled, turned his head away from his sight, and said, "What did you do?"

Shen Shu: "It's Thousand-Year Snow Ginseng Decoction. It can nourish the energy, soothe the nerves and calm the soul."

Ye Yunlan nodded slightly, took the ginseng soup, sat at the table, took the soup spoon and drank.

Just looking at his eyelashes drooping at this moment, and slowly drinking the medicine, he is really well-behaved and quiet.

But the bottom of this person's heart actually doesn't care about his own life.

There are certain things that he knows that he can't do it, but this person still knows how to do it, reticent and silent.

...I really want to lock him up, trapped in the palm of my hand, in a place where my line of sight can always be gaze at, so that the other party can’t? Look at him. When missing, disappear or disappear?

Shen Shu thought, but his face remained calm, saying: "Master, is the ginseng soup bitter?"

Ye Yunlan grabbed the spoon's hand for a meal.

"Slightly."

Shen Shu took out an oil-paper bag from his arms and unfolded it. There was steaming heat inside, revealing two shiny jujube cakes.

"This is a jujube cake made by Tuerxin. Master should have not eaten it before."

Ye Yunlan's eyes lit up slightly, and he stretched his finger up and put a piece in his mouth.

For a while, the sweetness of the jujube paste and the smoothness of the rice cake melted in the mouth together, eliminating the bitterness of the ginseng soup, leaving only the sweetness on the tip of the tongue.

Shen Shu said: "Master, do you like the food that the disciple cooks?"

Ye Yunlan didn't know why he asked this question, so he said "um", and then ate a piece of jujube mud cake with a small mouth, picked up the remaining piece, and whispered: "It tastes very good."

Shen Shu took the opportunity to say: "If Master likes it, the apprentice can cook it for Master every day."

"I also learned a lot of other pastries," Shen Shu stared deeply at Ye Yunlan, and emphasized, "There are hundreds of them? There are so many."

"I think there will always be opportunities in the future? Master, please eat it, okay, Master?"

Ye Yunlan paused while eating the jujube mud cake. He was silent for a moment. He avoided answering this question. He only said, "It's actually good to learn more crafts. It's just that the road is long, and things outside of you shouldn't be too important. The most important thing? It’s to focus on oneself."

Shen Shu's eyes dimmed slightly.

This is his deliberate temptation.

He could guess Ye Yunlan's answer, but how disappointed he was, and at the same time made a decision in his heart.

Ye Yunlan silently finished eating the second piece of jujube cake in his hand, and then said casually: "Everything in the world has a home, to dust and mud to the earth. Time is like a white horse. A long-lived tortoise can live forever, a mayfly for a moment. Even for a lifetime, there is actually no difference."

Ye Yunlan had actually said a lot of such words before, and Shen Shu didn't want to hear it anymore.

He glanced around and deliberately changed the subject: "Master, why didn't you see Maoqiu? Also? One day, Chi Shanling, I left the customs? In the next few days, I didn't see her."

Ye Yunlan said: "A year ago, Tianchi Mountain seemed to have something wrong, Nian'er could only take the distraction away. I heard that Ye Clan’s people blocked Tianchi Mountain, but there is no other news yet. It came, but the comb left by Nian'er has not been destroyed. She shouldn't have any major incidents herself."

"As for the hair ball... it was for me recently? It was injured, and it took too much strength, and fell asleep temporarily. I put him in the bamboo basket? I don't know when it will wake up. "

With that, Ye Yunlan raised his eyes and looked at one place.

Shen Shu followed his gaze and found a bamboo basket hanging on the upper edge of the window sill, swaying slightly in the wind.

He got up and walked over, and found a little chubby chick with golden fluff, nestled in a padded basket, sleeping soundly.

Gee.

With his eyesight, he has already seen that the hair ball is not a real creature, but a kind of "singular energy" embodiment, but with self-consciousness, it is a bit "meaning?".

While Ye Yunlan continued to lower his head to drink the medicine, he glanced at the mirror stage and found a thick stack of letters scattered on it.

These letters were big or small, and some of them had a slight powdery fragrance on them. After thinking about it for a moment, he knew how these letters came from.

He was slightly unhappy, thinking that maybe he should look for an opportunity? Help Ye Yunlan clean up these letters, but his sharp eyes suddenly condensed.

He saw one of the letterheads pressed on the bottom, with a corner slightly exposed, and the letter on it was signed by Chen Weiyuan.

His pupils shrank slightly.

In Shen Shu's memory, his master was very different from Chen's, but Chen Weiyuan always entangled his master like a dogskin plaster, and was very annoying to teach others.

But in his memory as a Demon Lord, this person is one of the Taoist sects, there are few people who can cause him trouble.

There are countless things in the world, and the fragments of the souls that have absorbed the souls of hundreds of millions of monsters make his memory messy. He is too lazy to remember those things that have nothing to do with him. However, Chen Weiyuan's marriage to the Taoist couple made a lot of trouble. In his impression, he seemed to have subordinates. I mentioned it to him as a joke.

He turned his back to Ye Yunlan, slowly immersed in his thoughts, stirring in the memory of being a demon.

Generally speaking, he does not do this, because the memory of the demon lord is too complicated, which is thousands of times as much as he has experienced. Once caught in it, he may not have the opportunity to wake up again and keep himself as one. "Shen Shu" consciousness.

He didn't doubt the authenticity of these memories, but he still hadn't figured it out yet, whether the experience of Demon Venerable was personally experienced by him, and whether he and Demon Venerable were the same person. Is it the reflection of the future that is reflected on him now, or is it that the memory of himself in a different world overlaps with him.

Before clarifying these things, he did not dare to indulge himself in integrating all these memories into his own body. After all, he was not sure whether Ye Yunlan's voice was still? Can? Wake him up again.

It's just different this time.

The name on the letter paper lay across his eyes, and he realized that Chen Weiyuan’s matter was very important to him.

Consciousness drifts far away.

Everything in the world is gradually covered with a layer of red.

He was sitting slantingly on the high seat, and the flames burned on the cast iron, and the wine in the glass was bright red.

In the hall, dozens of enchantresses danced gracefully, and music actor played and sang behind the curtain. And on the steps next to him under his seat, sat the elders of the Demon Sect.

In the process of singing and dancing, he was very interested in listening to the conversations of his followers.

One of the drunk elders smiled and said, "You guys have heard of the scandal that happened recently?"

"What Elder Chu said, but what about the young patriarch of the Chen clan getting his wife?" someone said.

"Yes, I heard that the young patriarch of the Chen clan, in spite of the opposition of the clan members, married a banal person who was exiled by the Tianzong as his wife. This action has really beaten the face of those self-proclaimed and arrogant Tianzong disciples."

"Haha, what are they fighting in the sect? I like to listen to it. Elder Chu quickly said, I don’t know what the scumbag committed and was expelled from the sect by Tianzong?"

"It is rumored that it was in the secret realm? In order to steal treasures, deliberately framed and killed the same door, and was exposed? I was punished by this."

"——Such a despicable? Man, the young patriarch of the Chen clan, could it be that he was blinded by lard, so he took a look at him, right?"

"Blind? Good use of words!" Elder Chu took another sip of wine and said, "Not only is his character despicable, but I also? I heard that the disciple's appearance was ruined, and he was born a man who hates ghosts, and he uses a mask to show others. There is no advantage in the whole body? Maybe it is because of the too much body shape and the skill in the bed that fascinated the heart of the young patriarch of the Chen clan? Hahahaha..."

Elder Chu smiled drunkly, but found out that none of his peers dared to laugh with him.

As soon as he raised his head, his pupils reflected on the high seat, with a hideous bronze ghost face.

Elder Chu was shocked to realize that he was not respectful of his talents, and cold sweat continued to shed from his forehead.

The music disappeared, and the dancers in the hall stopped dancing, knelt before him one after another, and did not dare to breathe.

He looked down at the next ant-like crowd and shook the glass in his hand, his tone of voice was not distinguished from anger, and said.

"Why stop, continue. Sing as you should sing, jump as you should, and continue to say what should be said," he chuckled casually. "My deity listens."

The music sounded again, and the dancers continued to dance gracefully, but their movements were quite stiff.

Elder Chu did not dare to touch the wine at hand again, nor dared to defy his orders, and pulled out a stiff smile.

"Everyone, Fang?, Fang? Cai, where did I say?"

One person said: "You said that the young patriarch of the Chen clan was blind.

"Yes, yes, I'm talking about this." Elder Chu exhaled and looked around, "Can you pay your peers? What do you want to ask?"

Everyone looked at each other, afraid that they would lose their mouth and say something disrespectful, and anger the person sitting on it.

After a while, someone picked the most secure topic, Xiao Xin Yiyi said.

"Dare to ask Elder Chu, the wife of the young patriarch of the Chen clan, what **** and name?"

Elder Chu wiped the cold sweat from his head and replied, "The wife of the young patriarch of the Chen clan is a man, whose surname is Ye..."

"Ming Yunlan."