The night is deep.
Ye Yunlan was sitting by the window and reading a book with his head down. The candlelight reflected on his face, and the eyelashes cast a thick shadow under his eyes.
The wick burned with a crackling sound. There were occasional cicadas outside the window.
The lingering pain in his body lingered forever, he suddenly felt a little stuffy in his chest, he frowned for a moment, then he covered his lips and coughed.
After a while, the coughing gradually stopped.
He looked down, his palms were bright red.
The door was suddenly pushed open with a creak.
A man with a high crown in Xuanfu came in with a medicine bowl.
"Junior brother, I just heard you coughing again..." He Lanze was startled when he saw Ye Yunlan sitting by the window, and hurriedly walked over to put down the medicine bowl, "With your current injury, you can't leave the Hanyu bed at will. Come, let me Senior brother will help you go back to bed to rest first."
Ye Yunlan avoided his hand and shouted calmly, "Elder brother."
He Lanze stopped, his face full of worry: "What's the matter, Junior Brother?"
Ye Yunlan looked at him.
He Lanze in his previous life would never show such an expression to him.
The man would only look at him with disgust, as if he were looking at a rat in the depths of a sewer, or the dirty dust on the ground.
Young Mu Qiang. He Lanze was a swordsman, and so was he.
He used to have longing for this sect master.
He had been waiting outside the Helanze gate in the midst of the harsh winter, trying to get a word of advice from the other party, but after waiting for a long time, heavy snow fell on his shoulders, but he only waited for the other party's "go away".
He had carefully prepared congratulations for the other party before his birthday, but at the birthday banquet, the sword talisman he drew with his own hands was sneered and thrown on the ground by the other party, and was trampled into a pile of waste paper by the disciples surrounding the other party giving gifts. .
Later, in the Zongmen Law Enforcement Hall, he was slandered and killed his fellow disciples, but He Lanze didn't listen to his explanation.
The only thing that came out during the period was when the mask was lifted on his face in public, looking at his face burned by the fire, and sneeringly dropped the sentence—
"It's disgusting."
There was no expression on Ye Yunlan's face.
"I'm fine, I can go by myself," he said.
He Lanze stared at Ye Yunlan's face greedily.
The warm yellow candles flickered, and the eyes of the people in front of them were extremely beautiful, but they still looked tired and pale, like the snow on the branches in the cold sky.
Only the vermilion tear mole at the end of the eye became more and more vivid in the firelight, like a silent tear of blood.
Fragile and burning.
"You coughed up blood on your hands, are you still alright?" He Lanze said reproachfully. He held Ye Yunlan's pale and slender hand, but this time he couldn't allow Ye Yunlan to resist any more. He knelt down on one knee and took out a jinpa to wipe the blood on his hand.
From the fingertips to the bases of the fingers, to the crevices of the fingers, to the lines in the palm, to every inch of skin.
After Ye Yunlan couldn't make it, he let him wipe it.
He sat on the red sandalwood carved chair, his eyebrows lowered, neither angry nor angry, his expression was not vivid, even like a dummy.
But still stunningly beautiful.
As soon as He Lanze raised his eyes, he could not help but suffocate when he saw the bright colors coming from the sky.
In a trance, the other party's fingertips have been pulled away from his palm.
Ye Yunlan stood up with the carved chair, her plain white long sleeves fell, and she didn't look at He Lanze, just picked up the lamp and walked slowly to the inner room.
A strand of blue silk scattered behind him, swaying as he stumbled.
He Lanze regained his senses, hurriedly picked up the medicine bowl on the table, and followed him into the inner room.
There is a cold jade bed in the inner room, and the bed exudes a faint cold mist.
Ye Yunlan was already sitting beside the bed, and the cold breath of the Hanyu bed invaded his body, nourishing the broken meridians in his body.
However, for this body that has been destroyed into ruins, no matter how warm it is, it is in vain.
He picked up the shadowless sword placed on the head of the bed and slowly pulled it out, laying it across his knees.
Starting with the long sword, his whole person seems to be different in some places.
It was as if the empty skin was suddenly filled with soul, and the thin back was as straight as a sword.
Ye Yunlan wiped the sword's edge with his fingertips. The candle was placed by him on the bedside, and the shadow of the flame danced and swayed on the sword.
The beauty looked at the sword with the lamp on, it was a beautiful scene, but He Lanze felt a little chill.
He just thought it was because he was too close to the cold jade bed, and he didn't take it to heart. He only sighed that Junior Brother still didn't want to give up sword training, so he couldn't help but said solemnly: "Junior Brother, your body is injured by divine fire and soul, and your meridians are still unwilling to give up your sword training. The damage is serious, you can practice the sword occasionally on weekdays, but you must not use your spiritual power rashly, otherwise the fire will backlash, and the gods will be difficult to save you."
Without the use of spiritual power, monks are equivalent to mortals.
In the Tianzong where strength is the most respected, Ye Yunlan has been considered a complete waste.
"I know." Ye Yunlan said.
He Lanze took pity on him, his tone softened, and said, "Senior brother has already achieved some success in swordsmanship. He just broke through the master realm half a year ago. If you have any doubts about your sword practice in the future, you can come to me at any time to ask."
Ye Yunlan didn't answer.
In the previous life, he waited for something that Fengxue could not achieve, but now He Lanze promised him an export at will.
It's just that he no longer needs it.
The world divides kendo into five realms, namely Qi Zong, Ning Yi, Grand Master, Theravada, and Mahayana. To be able to break through the master realm, considering He Lanze's age, is considered a gift from heaven.
However, in the last life, there was one other realm besides the five realms, and Ye Yunlan was the only one left in the world.
For the Venerable Realm.
He Lanze sighed, only to say that Ye Yunlan was so taciturn because of his depression. He picked up the bowl of Chinese medicine spoon, blew the cooling air, scooped up a spoonful of medicinal soup, and handed it to Sylvia Lin's lips, "Junior brother, let's drink the medicine."
Ye Yunlan turned her head, "I'll just drink it myself."
He Lanze's thin lips pursed slightly. He was born with great talent and looked down on his peers. He had never done such meticulous care of others, and never thought that the other party would not appreciate it.
But facing that face, he couldn't be angry.
He Lanze had no choice but to hand Ye Yunlan the medicine bowl. Ye Yunlan didn't use a medicine spoon, he put the bowl to his lips and drank. He raised his head slightly, revealing a long, white neck, his Adam's apple rolled slowly, and the sound of swallowing the medicinal soup was very soft, and He Lanze had to be very careful to be able to hear it clearly.
The five fingers that buckled on the black porcelain medicine bowl were long and pale, with well-defined joints. It was a very suitable hand for holding a sword, but it was also very suitable for... holding something else.
"Junior Brother Ye," when Ye Yunlan finished drinking the medicine, He Lanze suddenly spoke up, his voice slightly hoarse, "I don't quite understand one thing, you were born well, why did you always wear a mask before and refuse to show your true face? "
Ye Yunlan: "I just want to concentrate on practicing swords."
He didn't lie.
Someone once told him earnestly that appearance is the most useless thing for practitioners, and it can even lead to disaster.
The man also made a mask for him and told him to wear it as much as possible when he went out on weekdays.
He had known that person since he was a child. After being taken into the sect by that person, he received a lot of care from him, and he always listened to his words and arrangements. So every time I go out, I will seriously wear a mask.
Later, his face was burned by the fire in the secret realm, and the mask became a means of covering up the scars. Even when he slept alone at night, he never took it off again.
"I just want to concentrate on practicing swordsmanship, don't want to be disturbed by foreign objects, I thought junior brother..." He Lanze's voice became more and more hoarse, he did not continue, but put away the medicine bowl in Ye Yunlan's hand, suddenly got up and said: "It's late at night. , Junior Brother, rest early. I'll see you tomorrow."
Ye Yunlan nodded lightly.
He Lanze went out, walking in a hurry.
Ye Yunlan didn't look at him, and only put the Quying Ying Sword back into its sheath.
The moment the long sword was returned to its sheath, the spirit that supported him also disappeared. He leaned down, blew out the lamp lightly, and lay down on the bed wearily, closing his eyes.
The cold jade bed was cold to the bone, but there still seemed to be flames scorching the bones in his body.
Drowsiness fell asleep, but also did not sleep peacefully.
The weak soul could not bear the messy memories of more than 300 years. Countless images flashed back into his dreams. All the past events that he had deliberately forgotten and that he had never forgotten, all came to him, not allowing him to breathe.
When I woke up, it was already bright.
It was early spring, and it was raining lightly outside the window. The sound of rain was pattering, endlessly.
Ye Yunlan doesn't like rain.
What I don't like is listening to the rain alone.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Not Helanze. he thinks.
After he was injured, He Lanze placed him in his home for treatment, and would come to see him when he had a little spare time on weekdays.
He Lanze has a habit.
He never knocked on the door before entering the house.
An elegant voice sounded outside the door.
"Alan, are you awake, why haven't you opened the door for me?"
Ye Yunlan slowly stood up from the Hanyu bed.
In Tianzong, there is only one person who will call him 'Alan'.
- The only direct disciple of the sect master of Tianzong, such as the number one beauty of today's sect, and at the same time, he was also the one who brought him into the sect and took care of him everywhere.
Rong dye.