Ye Yunlan walked into the sea of flowers.
The rich aroma rushes into the nose, with the smell of morning dew, sunshine and earth.
Soaked in the pleasant aroma, even the breeze on the face seemed to become gentle.
"Shen Shu," Ye Yunlan said softly, "Did you grow all these flowers?"
Shen Shu got up and ran in front of him.
The young man's long hair fell on his cheeks, his face was pale and sharp, and his clothes were very shabby. When he looked up at him, his eyes were still full of joy. He heard the words and nodded, "A surprise for Xianjun..."
Ye Yunlan: "How did you come up with the idea of planting flowers next to my residence?"
"Last time, Xianjun asked me to fold flowers, but later told me that I didn't like it... Seeing the succulents wither," Shen Shu replied earnestly, "I thought at that time, if I could plant flowers and plants around Xianjun's residence, In this way, Xianjun can always look at the flowers, and the flowers... will not wither."
"Seven days is too short. I only walked all over the Yanhui Peak and moved some flowers that I could see."
"Xianjun, do you... do you like it?"
The young man's eyes were too focused and warm, Ye Yunlan was slightly startled, and moved his eyes subconsciously.
He leaned down and lightly touched a star flower on his side.
This flower is white and crystal clear, with pointed five corners, like the stars in the sky.
Ye Yunlan touched it, feeling cute, and couldn't help but touch it again.
The little flower swayed tremulously, and the dew on the petals flowed to his fingertips, exuding a gentle fragrance.
In his previous life, he shunned for fear of the world. Wherever he passed, the doors and windows of every household were closed, and the place where he lived was even more deserted.
So he could only grow flowers and plants by himself next to his residence.
In his spare time, he would take a pot of wine, carry a qin, and sit alone to watch the flowers bloom at four o'clock, and the annual rings change. It is probably the last years of his life, and there is not much left to enjoy.
"I like it a lot." He said softly.
Shen Shu's eyes moved with Ye Yunlan's slender fingertips.
He thought, it would be great if he were that flower, then Ye Yunlan would also touch his head with his palm, look at him, and say to him, "I like it very much."
He stared at Ye Yunlan for a while, and seeing that the other party was still paying attention to the flower, he suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "Xianjun, you promised...you will give me a reward."
Ye Yunlan paused at his fingertips, remembering how Shen Shu looked at him in Yuntian Palace before.
"You..." He smiled slightly, took his fingertips away from the petals, straightened up to face Shen Shu, and said, "Tell me, what reward do you want this time?"
Then he heard Shen Shu say without hesitation: "I want to invite Xianjun to accept me as a disciple."
Ye Yunlan was stunned.
He didn't think that what Shen Shu wanted was this.
Apprenticeship and apprenticeship are extremely important things in the world of practice.
In a sense, the relationship between master and apprentice is even closer than blood kinship. Because most practitioners have a very long lifespan, and the ties of blood in the mundane world are at most a hundred years, while the bond between master and apprentice in the world of practice can last a practitioner's life.
Ye Yunlan had never accepted an apprentice before.
So he didn't know what responsibility he had to take as a teacher, how to teach, and how to correctly lead a person to a smooth and smooth path that suits him.
The road in his previous life was too bumpy, crawling with blood among the thorns and sharp knives everywhere.
All over the body with bruises and bruises.
He didn't want anyone else to go down the same path as him.
... What's more, in this life, he has already decided that he will no longer be concerned with the world, and will spend his life peacefully.
Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, then said, "Why do you suddenly want to worship me as a teacher?"
"I heard from others that master and apprentice are the closest relationship in the world of practice, apart from Taoist companions." Shen Shu said earnestly, "I want to be... the person who is close to Xianjun."
Ye Yunlan was silent.
Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, Shen Shu continued seriously: "If Xianjun accepts me as a disciple, I will definitely listen to Xianjun's words."
"What Xianjun wants me to do, I will do it."
"I can help Xianjun take care of flowers and plants, clean the house, and I can find more different flowers for Xianjun..."
"Shen Shu." Ye Yunlan suddenly interrupted, "You said you wanted to worship me as your teacher, but until now, you have only been talking about what you can do for me, but not what you want me to do for you. ."
Shen Shu was stunned.
Ye Yunlan sighed lowly.
"Apprenticeship and apprenticeship is not as simple as you think." He said, "Although I saved your life in the secret realm, I have already said that I don't need your repayment. If you are just grateful I want to worship me as a teacher, but it’s not necessary. In Tianzong, there are many people who can become your masters, and they can teach much more than me.”
Shen Shu: "But I... just want to be Xianjun's apprentice."
Ye Yunlan had already seen his stubbornness in the matter of Xuezhanhua, and was not surprised by his words, he just said lightly: "Now I can't use my spiritual power, I'm already a waste in Tianzong. If you take me as a teacher, Everyone will laugh at you and go to worship a useless person as a teacher."
But Shen Shu wondered: "Other people laugh at me, what does it have to do with me? Besides, Xianjun... is not a waste person."
"I have seen Xianjun's sword." He said, "When Xianjun held me and swept out of the secret realm, he used his sword to cut through obstacles on the road... The sword light was very dazzling and brilliant, it was... the swordsmanship of the immortals in the Nine Heavens. "
He said seriously: "I really want to learn."
Ye Yunlan's hand holding the Queying Sword tightened slightly.
Everyone in the previous life said that the swordsmanship of the ghost Rakshasa is the swordsmanship of the savage ghosts in hell, and the Asura Sword he wields is an extremely evil sword of slaughter, saturated with the whining of countless unjust souls.
But Shen Shu said that his swordsmanship was the swordsmanship of the immortals in the Nine Heavens.
After a long silence, Ye Yunlan finally relaxed slightly.
"If you just want to learn swords, come here on weekdays, and I can teach you." He said, "As for other things... I'll talk about it later."
Shen Shu still wanted to say something, but he was keenly aware of the look of lethargy and indifference in the eyes of the person in front of him.
He remembered the same expression when he wanted to close the window and reject him when he first saw him.
Shen Shu was not afraid of rejection.
But I am afraid that too frequent requests will make people tired.
And the other party did not completely reject him. He has patience and time.
His eyes darkened, and he finally nodded slightly.
Ye Yunlan crossed the sea of flowers and pushed open the door of the bamboo building.
No one was there for several days, and a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the ground. With the wind blowing when the door was opened, the dust was dipped in the warm yellow sunlight, and floating with it was the changing time of more than 300 years.
This is the first time Ye Yunlan has returned to his residence after being reborn.
The furnishings inside are unfamiliar and familiar, and you can vaguely see the traces of your life back then.
When he was in Tianzong, most of his years stopped here.
He walked into the door and Shen Shu followed behind him. The wind chime on the door made a crisp sound.
The interior of the house is very simple, with a bamboo screen outside, one step higher inward, and a wood floor. There is a low table in the middle, and a tea set is placed on the table.
On the left is the study, and by the wall is a row of bookshelves, which are neatly filled with books, and many are stacked on the table, with pen, ink, paper, inkstone and an oil lamp scattered beside them.
Further inside is the bedroom. There is an ordinary carved bed beside the wall, and a mirror table is placed by the window. There seems to be something in front of the table.
Ye Yunlan suddenly paused in footsteps, walked over, and saw a silver mask and a letter in front of the stage with a book on the cover, "Alan personally".
He picked up the mask, and a cold touch came from his fingertips.
This mask is meticulously crafted, and the cumbersome and magnificent patterns are like vine branches, revealing a kind of eerie beauty, which is much more delicate than the masks he has worn before.
He looked down for a moment, then suddenly turned around and handed the mask to Shen Shu, and said lightly, "Throw it for me."
Shen Shu: "Throw?"
"Just find a place to bury it."
Shen Shu didn't ask anything, just nodded and took the mask and went out.
Ye Yunlan opened the letter on the table again.
The letter was written in a thick stack, with memories and consolations throughout.
He looked down for a few lines, but before he finished, he went to the study, lit the oil lamp, and burned the letter.
He pushed open the window of the study room to ventilate, and out of the corner of his eyes suddenly fell on a guqin hanging by the wall.
When he first entered the sect, he actually did not know the piano skills. It was just that Rong Ran said he wanted to listen, and he learned it.
Before the secret realm happened, Rong Ran would often give him the sheet music he wanted to listen to, and he would learn one by one, most of which were love songs such as Feng Qiwu and Acacia, and he couldn't play the lingering feelings inside. , Rong Ran has always preferred this.
Later, Rong Ran stopped looking for him to listen to the piano, and he only played it for himself.
In fact, he doesn't like those songs that are too lingering, but more elegant and quiet songs, such as flowing water and mountains, breeze and bright moon.
He once played that kind of tune to Rong Ran, but Rong Ran didn't like it.
Chen... That person didn't like him playing the piano either, saying that his sound was too lonely and difficult to get close to.
Only the Demon Venerable is not taboo, no matter what he plays, he likes to listen to it.
Especially... when it was attacked by the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Demon Body.
The cultivation of the celestial body is mysterious and evil, and it needs to gather the evil thoughts and grievances of ghosts in the world. Among the demons, I don’t know how many demons have gone crazy, lost their humanity, and even slaughtered their relatives and sects with their own hands.
Because of the great harm, the Heavenly Demon Body Refinement Technique is regarded as a forbidden technique, and all practitioners will be hunted down by both the Demon Sect and the Dao Sect.
For thousands of years, only Demon Venerable has practiced to the top.
But despite this, Demon Venerable will still be attacked by resentment and evil thoughts.
At that time, Demon Venerable was completely irrational.
The Soul Refining Sect was once slaughtered by the Demon Venerable overnight because of a disobedient remark from one of its disciples. From then on, the Soul Refining Sect was removed from the Demon Sect.
Therefore, every time the night of the full moon is approaching, when Demon Venerable summons him, everyone looks at him with pity.
They all thought he would be brutally abused.
Only he knew that the Demon Venerable was looking for him, probably to play the piano again.
He knelt down in the hall and played the piano.
The Demon Venerable sat on the high seat and stared at him.
The cyan torch burned beside the wall, making a small crackling sound. Across the terrifying and sinister ghost face, he could not see the face of the other side.
The moon gradually hung high, and countless shadows began to twist in the hall, ghosts and ghosts spread, ghosts and shadows, gloomy and dreary.
In the terrifying and eerie scene, only half a foot around him, and there is still one side of silence.
He was used to this, and only lowered his head and played the piano.
Most of the time, after midnight, those distorted shadows will gradually subside, and when the first ray of light in the morning reveals, the Demon Venerable will use a low, tired voice to let him go back.
However, occasionally, when he lowered his head to play the piano, he would suddenly be hugged from behind by the Demon Venerable, and the twisting shadows on the ground would climb over, wrap around his limbs, and slide flexibly into his clothes.
The Demon Venerable's hand went through his hair, held his throat, and slowly rubbed it. He was so shaken by those things that he could only raise his head and make a low voice.
… After that, he was forced to lie on top of Qin, his black hair spread out, and the knuckles on the edge of Qin’s side turned white.
The moonlight shone into the hall, and the distorted shadows of the entire hall fell on him. He and the Demon Lord sank in the shadows. Only Yingbaiqin shone with moonlight, reflecting the dark red eyes of the Demon Lord that seemed to deposit countless blood. eye.
The strings made a messy sound, echoing in the hall.
This qin is the one that Mozun once went to Xuantian Mountain to fetch the ancient spiritual wood, and then went to the extreme north to catch thousands of years of ice silkworms to get silk, which led the nine days to flow fire, and cut it for him with his own hands.
Qin's name is called "Yuehua".
The door suddenly creaked, and it was Shen Shu who came back.
Ye Yunlan recovered from his thoughts.
He turned around, and saw Shen Shu came in with a wooden bucket full of water in his hand, and a tattered hand towel was draped over the edge of the bucket. After entering the house, Shen Shu put down the wooden bucket, picked up the towel, and helped him wipe the dusty table and chairs.
Ye Yunlan was startled and said softly, "Shen Shu, you don't have to do this for me."
Shen Shu only said: "I'll help Xianjun clean the house, Xianjun... Is there a reward for me?"
Those eyes were shining brightly, and it seemed that the matter of being rejected as a teacher just now had been completely forgotten.
Seriously childish.
Ye Yunlan's heart softened, and his eyes fell on the guqin hanging in the study.
He walked over, hugged Qin in his arms, and said softly, "Shen Shu, do you want to listen to Qin?"