Early in the morning, the faint rays of light came in from the window, and there were birds chirping.
In the bedroom, there is a large bed with carved sandalwood, occupying half of the room. The square bedpost is high and wide, the head and foot of the bed are carved with simple patterns, and the entrance and exit sides are made into a round arch shape, which is very pleasing to the eye and warm.
Someone was sleeping on the collapse.
The sky blue cloud pattern brocade was covered by the person on the bed, and some fell on the edge of the bed.
Ye Yunlan leaned on his side, his long black hair was scattered by the pillow, only the small half of his pale face was exposed, and his breath was very light.
Next to him, Shen Shu was already awake, leaning on his side, his fingertips tugged a strand of black hair from his master and slowly rolled it.
He seemed to think it was a very interesting thing, a strand of hair curling up and still enjoying it.
A cultivator has reached his level, in fact, he no longer needs sleep.
He just wanted to be by Ye Yunlan's side.
Get closer, get acquainted more.
He has already found out that his master is like a cat, with snow-white fur and beautiful, but he doesn't like people very much. He can only make his own breath familiar with it and follow it. It has a lot of temperament. If you please, you will occasionally want to be held in your arms and feel the fur.
This touch can't be too much, otherwise, it will explode and get angry, and he will not speak when he is angry, and it will take a long time to coax him back.
Shen Shu lazily curled Ye Yunlan's hair while thinking about what breakfast should he prepare for Master today.
The morning should not be greasy, nor too cold.
I happened to grind some new lotus root starch, so let's make a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus almond lotus root starch.
After thinking about it, start waiting.
Wait for the people around you to wake up.
Ye Yunlan slept very lightly, and would wake up when there was a disturbance, and he used to have nightmares, but when he had nightmares, he slept very deeply. Shen Shu discovered these things at an early age. But at that time he couldn't do anything for Ye Yunlan, but now it's different.
So when he noticed that Ye Yunlan's body began to tremble slightly again, he stretched out his long arms and took his master into his arms.
Ye Yunlan frowned tightly, her eyelashes kept trembling, and her forehead was covered in fine cold sweat.
Shen Shu hugged him and stroked his back again and again.
This action? Seems to be effective.
The trembling of the person in his arms gradually subsided, and his breathing gradually calmed down.
Shen Shu didn't know what could make Ye Yunlan so silent even in pain? People were tortured by dreams for years, and he just held Ye Yunlan in his arms, and didn't let go.
There was no way to curl his hair comfortably in such a posture, so he lowered his head and counted Ye Yunlan's eyelashes.
Count slowly one by one.
When the man's eyelashes were slowly trembling, he opened, and his face was reflected in his slightly confused black eyes, and Shen Shu opened his mouth.
"Good morning, Master."
A bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus almond lotus root powder is placed in front of you.
Bamboo cups hold amber-colored hot tea, next to sesame soft cakes cushioned with bamboo leaves.
Ye Yunlan eats breakfast.
Warm lotus root starch enters the belly, leaving a light sweetness on the tongue.
The sesame cake is soft and glutinous, with the fragrance of bamboo leaves. Hot tea is brewed from fried rice to warm the stomach and remove greasy.
Ye Yunlan finished the last bite of the sesame cake and said softly, "Very good."
Shen Shu raised his chin to look at him, and when he heard the words, he bent his eyes and said with a smile, "As long as Master likes it."
The bloody-eyed young man smiled and looked at him. He didn't have that hideous face, nor did he have that kind of bloody, evil smell that was deposited on his body after being killed after being killed for a long time. Ye Yunlan was in a trance for a while.
He was silent for a while, and said, "Actually... you don't need to do this for me. Spend more time on your practice, improve yourself, and be happier for the Master Association."
Shen Shu: "Teacher? I just like this, and I never let go of my practice. Master, don't worry."
Demon Venerable had also told him that he had such a hobby.
But Ye Yunlan knew that the Demon Venerable's cultivation of the Nine Turning Heaven Demon Body made his sense of sight and taste different from ordinary people's. It was actually very difficult to make normal food.
When he was in the magic palace, he had a fever. For the first time, Mozun personally cooked a bowl of porridge for him, but the taste was strange and indescribable.
He only frowned and slowly drank the porridge. Mozun didn't know what he saw, and he never cooked again.
It wasn't until later that they went into exile in Central Continent. I don't know when it started. That person's cooking skills suddenly improved by leaps and bounds. No matter the main food or dessert, it can make people move.
Once, Mozun painted a candy painting of a phoenix bathing in fire with the skill of painting a candy man, and made a box full of apricot cakes, covered with red silk, to celebrate his birthday.
At that time, he had just recovered from the injuries he suffered in the Buddha Tower, and he was still mentally unstable.
He stared at the painting for a while and asked if the Demon Venerable had put a lot of effort into it.
Demon Venerable just smiled: "I like it like this. I have always learned things very quickly, and the fairy master knows it. These little jokes, you can watch them once or twice."
He likes sweet.
But his body at that time was not suitable for eating too many sweets. That is, on his birthday, the Demon Venerable will make him a lot of sweets. can not miss.
So after eating the apricot flower cake, he picked up the sugar painting and licked it slowly.
The Demon Venerable slowly watched him finish eating, and then asked, "Does the fairy know that the Phoenix Nirvana?"
He doesn't speak.
Since he came out of the Buddha Pagoda, talking has made him feel tired, and thinking has also made him feel tired.
If there is a place where he can sleep forever, he doesn't mind? Lie down there.
Demon Venerable didn't ask him to answer, but continued.
"... Phoenix Nirvana, means a new life."
"The phoenix can be reborn from nirvana, and so can humans. The past returns to the past, and the future is still very long." Demon Venerable helped him dry the sugar stains on his fingertips, and then hugged him all in his arms. , kissed his eyes, and said, "I want to see you flying in the sky, no longer bound by anyone or anything, and do everything you want to do."
"You should be the freest Phoenix in the world. My little Phoenix."
Memories are still like yesterday.
Ye Yunlan's hand holding the teacup suddenly tightened.
He said hoarsely: "It's too easy to get hot and irritated when you make tea with fried rice. Shen Shu, please bring a pot of chrysanthemum tea."
Some unreasonable demands.
However, Shen Shu was very hard-working, said "yes", picked up the teapot and went to the backyard to boil water.
When Shen Shu's figure disappeared, Ye Yunlan couldn't bear it any longer and started coughing.
The pain in the chest was continuous, as dense as needles.
He took out a piece of silk cloth, coughed in a low voice, and the blood smeared from the silk cloth.
In the past few days, he coughed up blood more and more frequently. Going to the Nether Secret Realm consumed a lot of his energy, and now even a little emotional ups and downs will cause injuries.
He didn't want Shen Shu to know this.
The promise? Forever is too far, the past? The past is too long, and what he can even catch? Now, there are not many.
The coughing slowly subsided, he wiped off the blood on his lips, put the blood-stained silk cloth into his arms, slowly took a sip of tea, lowered his eyebrows, and regained his calm.
Just a little pale
As if nothing happened?.
Shen Shu is boiling water and making tea in the backyard.
However, a shadow swept out of the inner room and merged into his feet.
The scene of Ye Yunlan coughing up blood flashed into his mind, the movement of brewing chrysanthemum tea was slightly stiff, the smile on his face disappeared, and the bloody eyes were as dark as abyss.
In the past few days, it was not the first time that he saw Ye Yunlan coughing up blood.
His master thought that he was hiding it well, but it was not as good. Everything in this bamboo building was firmly in his eyes, and there was not a single inch that was missed.
In order to find a way to heal his wounds, he had already searched for the books in the Zongmen's library, and even went to the memory of Demon Venerable that was sealed in one place in his mind.
But still haven't found a suitable way.
And because of that memory split, the other consciousness also became active, just like at this time—"He is too seriously injured, and he has no cultivation base to protect his body, any way to break the seal and forcibly take out the divine fire? It will cause his meridians to rupture and immediately die, and only the extradition of the double cultivation method can save his life."
The devil's voice is full of evil and bewitching.
"You dare not, is it because you are afraid? You are afraid that you will not be able to withstand the scorching fire of God, so you dare not save the master who is in your heart?"
"But you clearly know that as long as you follow my method, go to the bottom of the Demon Abyss, and cultivate into a nine-turn heavenly demon body, with a mere divine fire, how can you get us?"
"Your body has absorbed all the demonic energy in the Netherworld, and you still want to go back to the road. It's already difficult. Our master still doesn't know, you have been hesitating, are you afraid that he will disappoint you?"
"Enough." Shen Shu let out a low growl.
"Master promised that if I no longer use the power in my body and practice quietly, I will always accompany me, and I also want to accompany him all the time as he wishes, so that he will not be vulgar. Tired, live happily?…”
"—And then watched? He died?" Demon Venerable asked back.
Shen Shu was silent.
The hand holding the teapot is getting tighter and tighter.
Ye Yunlan was waiting for Shen Shu to make tea.
The doorbell rang suddenly.
Before he got up, the door opened gently.
A man in a white coat with a crane cloak stood at the door. There are still peach blossom petals on his shoulders, the hem of the always white crane cloak is also stained with mud, the white hair is high in the crown, and the handsome and cold face seems to be frozen.
Lord Qiyun.
One of the people Ye Yunlan didn't want to see the most in this life.
He felt that the dull pain in his chest seemed to reappear, accompanied by an indescribable phantom pain. That kind of pain, even though hundreds of years have passed, is still entangled in his dreams, and it lasts for a long time. One of the sources of his nightmares over the years.
"What is the sect master coming to do?" He said expressionlessly.
When he spoke, he still sat upright in front of the case, not thinking about getting up to meet him.
This is very impolite. Also very disrespectful.
Few people in the world are so presumptuous in front of Qi Yunjun.
But Qi Yunjun didn't say anything, just walked to Ye Yunlan, took something out of his arms, bent over and placed it on the table in front of him.
It is a black jade.
A piece of black jade that was originally broken, but was carefully glued together piece by piece.
Ye Yunlan glanced down and did not reach for it.
"Sect Master's move, what is thinking?" he asked. The voice was extremely cold.
Qi Yunjun was silent for a while, then said, "This is your thing, you should keep it."
Ye Yunlan: "I remember that the sect master said earlier that this jade is the only one in the world. It is a keepsake of the sect master, and it will not belong to me. Now it is a bit ridiculous that the sect master says he is mine."
Qi Yun-Jun was silent for a longer time before he said hoarsely, "It was I who recognized the wrong person, miscalculated the cause and effect, and... destroyed the wrong jade."
In his whole life, he was ruthless and ruthless, and he was extremely skilled in swordsmanship, and he had never confessed his fault to anyone.
For Ye Yunlan, it was his first time.
He never regretted anything either.
But for the first time, the ink jade that destroyed himself was glued together piece by piece.
He said, "Now that the jade is returned to you, the cause and effect I owe you will definitely be returned to you."
Ye Yunlan: "A piece of broken jade, what do I want it to do?"