Shen Shu looked at the person in front of him playing the piano.
Ye Yunlan sat in front of the desk with her head lowered, her slender and pale fingers resting on the strings of the piano, and her drooping eyelashes were like unfolded butterfly wings.
The sunlight slanted in from the edge of the window and fell on him. The scarlet tear mole at the end of his eye sank in the shadow of the side face, revealing a little tenderness.
The thin dust in the air floated slowly, accompanied by the sound of Lingling music.
Shen Shu had never listened to the qin before, but he also felt that the sound of the music was intoxicating.
It seems to be drifting from the distant realm, passing over the mountains with flowing water, the snowy forests and the sea, and carrying the natural wind of heaven and earth to my ears.
When he listened to the sound of the qin, it was as if he had arrived in an empty and uninhabited realm, where all the disturbances of the world were far away, only the sound of the guqin reverberated.
It's very appealing.
But very lonely.
As for the person who is playing the piano, his body is covered with warm yellow sunlight, and his fingertips are lightly and slowly twisted on the strings of the piano.
It seemed to disappear in the blink of an eye.
Shen Shu's pupils tightened slightly, and his five fingers subconsciously clenched, trying to grasp something.
Play a song.
Ye Yunlan looked up and saw that Shen Shu stopped his movements and looked straight at him.
The young man's eyes are sharp and narrow, and he is born with a sinister aura, and the bottom of his eyes is dark and surging. For some reason, he suddenly feels a little familiar.
He frowned, rubbed his temples, and looked again, the young man's eyes were as bright and clear as ever, full of pure longing for him.
Fang Cai is probably just his illusion.
Ye Yunlan was never used to looking at such warm eyes, he looked away, his fingertips brushed over the strings, and asked softly, "Is it good?"
Shen Shu blinked and said seriously, "It sounds good."
Ye Yunlan: "Qin music can calm your mind and cultivate your temperament. If you encounter obstacles in your practice in the future, you can come to me to listen to the piano, it may be of some help."
Shen Shu nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Will Xianjun...will always be here in the future?"
Ye Yunlan: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"
"I'm just a little scared," Shen Shu said in a low voice, as if a little embarrassed, "I'm afraid that Xianjun will leave in the future... I will never find Xianjun listening to the piano again."
When Ye Yunlan heard this, she smiled slightly.
He hadn't seen it before, this little wolf cub was not only stubborn, but also very clingy.
"If there is no accident in the future, I will not leave here easily."
Shen Shu's eyes suddenly lit up.
Ye Yunlan continued: "It's just, I also want you to know that everyone in this world will leave after all - no matter how many promises you have made, how many agreements you have made. Although I won't leave here, it's impossible for me to stay forever. All by your side."
Shen Shu was puzzled, "Why?"
"You are still young, so you still don't understand. There are things in this world that cannot be matched by human power." Ye Yunlan said, "For example, life and death...for example, fate."
I don't know what to think, his eyes were a little blank, but he quickly recovered and said calmly: "Now I have a shortage of lifespan, and I can't continue to practice. , and return to the world between heaven and earth. And if you succeed in your practice, by then, the road will only just begin."
Shouyuan is lacking.
Shen Shu's attention was all on these words.
He quickly thought of the reason for Ye Yunlan's lack of longevity, and slowly clenched his hands into fists.
"In the future, I will help Xianjun find... the best healing elixir in the world, and help Xianjun heal his internal injuries." He suddenly said word by word, "Xianjun... will not die."
Ye Yunlan was dumbfounded.
After thinking about it, he still didn't tell Shen Shu that his injury was not something that could be cured by elixir.
And the only way to deal with his injury... he would never try in his life.
"You have this heart, it's enough." He said, "But you have to understand that there is no real lasting thing in this world, even the strong who step on the Void Realm will have their lifespan exhausted. And human life is long or short, in terms of heaven and earth, it's just a moment, I'm not attached to it, you don't have to be attached to me either."
If you are too persistent, you will be biased towards the magic way.
Magic is not a good place to go.
Shen Shu said, "What if you become an immortal?"
Immortality and immortality are the ultimate goals of all practitioners.
Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, but his tone suddenly faded, "... Maybe."
Shen Shu couldn't hear the indifference in Ye Yunlan's tone, but only knew one thing.
It turned out that if you want to stay by your side for a long time, you need not only cleverness and patience, but also strength.
It is enough to keep people under the wings and fight for life with the sky.
It took Shen Shu half a day to clean the whole house.
Ye Yunlan held the lamp and said softly, "It's getting late, go back."
Shen Shu nodded and went out, running quickly across the sea of flowers.
It was not until he saw the young man's figure completely disappear into the night that Ye Yunlan blew out the lamp, lay down on the bed, and slept in his clothes.
The faint floral fragrance drifted in from the window, lingering on the nose.
This night, the lingering nightmares of the previous life were relieved a lot.
When I woke up again, it was early morning.
Birds were chirping outside the window, Ye Yunlan sat in front of the mirror, looking at himself in the mirror, fingertips touched the vermilion at the end of his eyes, feeling very unfamiliar.
To live a new life is like a big dream for him, and there is always a sense of trance and unreality.
This feeling has not gone away until now.
There was a sudden knock on the door.
He walked over to open it, and saw Shen Shu standing in front of the door, holding a few spiritual fruits in his hands, and when he saw him, he handed them over.
"This is my newly picked spiritual fruit... Do you want to taste it, Xianjun?"
Ye Yunlan was startled.
Generally speaking, after a cultivator reaches the foundation building, he can replenish himself by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and no longer need to eat five grains, which is called "no-gu".
No matter his past or present life, he has been inedia for a long time.
It was just that after being seriously injured by the divine fire, he could no longer gather spiritual energy, and he began to need food like a mortal.
Helanze doesn't know how to cook. When he was healing at Helanze's residence, he only ate bigu pills on weekdays.
He had long forgotten how the food tasted.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Shen Shu suddenly whispered, "These spiritual fruits... I have carefully washed them many times... They are very clean."
Hearing this, Ye Yunlan's heart was Microsoft.
He raised his hand to pick up a spirit fruit and took a light bite.
Shen Shu looked up at him.
"It's sweet," he said softly.
Shen Shu's eyes lit up.
Ye Yunlan turned around and went into the house to fetch a bamboo bowl, put the remaining spirit fruit into the study table, and planned to taste it while reading a book later.
Hearing Shen Shu again: "Xianjun, I found a lily orchid on Qingya Peak yesterday, I have brought it here... I will plant it outside later."
"I see." He patted the boy's head, "I'll take a look when you're done."
He sat in front of the desk, opened the scroll and flipped through it, occasionally taking a spiritual fruit in his hand and tasting it slowly.
Shen Shu was busy in the sea of flowers outside.
Birds chirped outside the window.
The years were quiet and peaceful, and the time passed without noticing.
After an unknown amount of time, he raised his head slightly and found that the boy was looking at him from the window sill.
Seeing that he found out, the young man blinked slowly.
"You..." Ye Yunlan got up and walked over, "Have the flowers been planted?"
Shen Shu nodded and pointed to one place.
Ye Yunlan looked up and saw a blue and transparent orchid blooming in the sun.
The petals of the orchid seemed to have water waves flowing, and the lines were like ripples, reflecting a faint blue light.
"It's beautiful," he said.
Shen Shu said: "In the future... I will find more beautiful flowers for Xianjun."
Ye Yunlan's expression softened slightly, but he felt that some things still need to be reminded, "For the matter of looking for flowers, don't worry for the time being. With you this year, it is the time to lay the foundation for your practice, so you can't slack off on weekdays. You didn't mean to follow me before. How about learning the sword, why didn't I see you bring the sword here?"
Shen Shu was silent.
After a while, he lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I don't have my own sword."
Ye Yunlan was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on Shen Shu's worn-out clothes, and then he noticed that it had been several days, but Shen Shu was still wearing this one.
It wasn't dirty, but the clothes had already been washed white, and the corners of the clothes were tattered.
Ye Yunlan pondered for a while, then suddenly changed the subject and said, "Shen Shu, I remember that you are an outer disciple?"
Shen Shu nodded.
"I heard that there is a Jinling tree on Xiufeng hidden in the outer door. The flowers are like Jinlings. It is very beautiful. I have always wanted to see it." Ye Yunlan said, "Tomorrow, if you have time, please help me pick a Jinling flower." He paused and added, "There are rewards."
As soon as he heard the reward, Shen Shu's eyes lit up, "Okay."
Ye Yunlan patted his head, "You've been busy for a long time, come in and rest. I just want to play a few tunes. You might as well listen to it when you're resting."
Shen Shu rubbed his hand, "Yeah."
—
The night is deep.
Shen Shu has returned.
Ye Yunlan blew out the lamp, but did not rest as usual, but walked out with a sword.
In front of you, the flowers are swaying, and the stars and rivers in the sky are radiant.
He slowly pulled out the Shadowless Sword in his hand.
The thin blade is full of moonlight, revealing a cold and cold light. Between the ups and downs of breathing, the sword body also trembled slightly.
He hadn't had this feeling of being connected to the heart of the sword of life for a long time.
In his previous life, Queying Sword was broken by He Lanze in front of the disciples long before he was expelled from the sect.
His original swordsmanship was abolished because of this, along with his cultivation and Jindan.
Later, when he took up the Asura Sword, he was already on a completely different path.
The Asura Sword is the most evil and evil sword in the world. At first, it was refined by the blood sacrifice of millions of people, the founder of the Blood Soul Sect. Before it fell into his hands, it has experienced hundreds of masters. They are all famous.
The previous owner of the Shura Sword was the soul-destroying ancestor of the Soul Refinement Sect. He once used the Shura Sword to wash the thirteen cities of Xizhou with blood. Wherever he passed, corpses were everywhere, and all life was destroyed.
And the previous one was Demon Venerable.
The long sword in Ye Yunlan's hand suddenly pointed in one direction.
Although his vision was blurry, the aura of the surrounding creatures became extremely clear the moment he pulled out the sword.
- The way of swordsmanship he holds is the way to devour the energy of life, the way of death and annihilation.
A hundred feet away, a bamboo rat was curled up and shivering.
The Queying Sword suddenly trembled.
Ye Yunlan exerted force in the palm of his hand, and the back of his hand showed navy blue winding veins, but he still could not stop the tremor of the sword.
He frowned slightly, and after a while, he lowered the tip of his sword.
The bamboo rat fled away in the distance.
The blade is still shaking.
As the owner of Queying Sword's heart and veins, Ye Yunlan knew that it was because the Queying Sword could not carry his kendo, and was crying.
… Such a cruel swordsmanship that cannot be tolerated by the heavens and the earth.
Ye Yunlan stroked the long sword with his fingertips and sighed.
"I'm sorry for you."
He no longer poured the sword will into the body of the sword, but put the sword into the sheath, walked through the bamboo forest, and walked into the mountain.
After searching for a long time, a century-old black iron wood was selected.
In the darkness, an extremely thin sword light flashed across.
The sword light is not dazzling, and there is no flow of spiritual energy, but a smooth gap suddenly appeared on the hard trunk.
A black ironwood fell from the tree.
Ye Yunlan leaned over and picked up the piece of wood.
The wood was indeed a little heavy, and when he returned to the bamboo building, a thin layer of sweat had already seeped out from his forehead, and his face was too pale.
He put the wood on the table, lit the lamp, took out a small knife, and began to sharpen it slowly.
In the middle of the night, the lights were not out.
The wood has been shaved into the shape of a long sword.
Ye Yunlan brushed off the sawdust on the sword with his fingers, looked down for a while, and then engraved the word "special" on the sword.
Then wrap the hilt with navy blue cloth and tie a thin knot.
He had never wielded a sword for anyone in his life, but when the sword was actually made, he was quite satisfied.
It should be more than enough for Shen Shu's daily sword practice.
Ye Yunlan thought about it, and the light in his eyes showed a little softness under the light.
—
the next day.
Ye Yunlan flipped the scroll with the wooden sword in his hand.
Having finished flipping through a book, he lifted his eyelids and looked at the windowsill.
There is no one on the windowsill.
Outside the window, the hot sun shone on the entire sea of flowers, and countless bright colors bloomed in front of him.
It's past noon.
Shen Shu still didn't come.