Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Chapter 22: Touch the bone

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A few days later, Ye Yunlan went to Xingquan Peak again to submit the tasks that he had received the previous day in exchange for merits.

Considering his physical condition, the tasks he took on were tasks that could be solved without running around with martial arts, most of which were related to weapon refining, formation techniques, and research on alchemy.

He has read countless books in his previous life, and he has walked alone in the cultivation world for nearly a hundred years. He is very proficient in all kinds of knowledge in the cultivation world, and always has seven or eight points. In this world, there are very few problems that he cannot solve.

The deacon in charge of the task handover looked at the person in front of him with suspicious eyes, "Are you sure, these more than 20 tasks... do you want to submit them together?"

These twenty-odd tasks were of various kinds and involved all kinds of difficulties in cultivation. Just looking at them made him dazzled.

How much energy does it take for a person to master so many kinds of knowledge and solve so many problems

Could it be that he is here to make a fool of himself

In the past, it has not happened that the disciples of Tianzong took the task and perfunctory at will, trying to get away with it and win the merits.

In the end, he was directly banned from using the meritorious barter, and the easiest way to obtain cultivation resources in the sect was in vain. After that, there was no place to cry.

He looked at the outstanding appearance of the person in front of him, and after thinking about it, he couldn't help but remind: "You can think about it. Once you submit the task, if the elders fail to review it, you will be severely punished."

Ye Yunlan just said calmly, "Come on."

The deacon sighed and had no choice but to put away the stack of papers that Ye Yunlan gave him.

On weekdays, the disciples use the jade slips of divine consciousness to record. Very few people use paper.

He couldn't help lowering his head and glanced at the paper, only to feel that this person's handwriting was as beautiful as other people's, with a natural character and graceful elegance.

"Half of the merits have been credited to your sect disciple token, and the other half will be issued to you after the task has been reviewed and cleared." Deacon said.

Ye Yunlan nodded slightly, "It's work."

Then he took out the sect disciple's order and went to the sect treasure pavilion where he bartered by virtue of his merits.

Ye Yunlan first exchanged enough medicinal materials for Shen Shu, and his eyes fell on the long swords placed on the shelf beside him.

The sharp-edged blades are full of spiritual energy, and they are all spiritual swords of rank.

But still out of his sight.

He is thinking.

It is impossible for Shen Shu to use the wooden sword he sharpened all the time.

After the cultivation base has achieved a little in the future, he will have to create his own destiny spirit sword. The required materials must be prepared now.

He promised the other party that he would use the best materials.

He looked at a piece of star meteorite.

A small piece is worth the merits of more than 20 missions. This is only a second-class sword training material.

Ye Yunlan was a little distressed.

I can't help but miss the various materials in my storage ring in my previous life. Those are the precious treasures that he has accumulated little by little since he walked in the cultivation world for so many years.

... It's a pity that after he died, there was no one to inherit.

Back at the bamboo building, Ye Yunlan called Shen Shu to boil hot water.

He arranged the medicinal bath according to the medicinal materials in the recipe in his memory, and said to Shen Shu, "Take off your clothes."

Shen Shu's body froze, "... Master?"

"Running the method of breathing and breathing that I taught you, combined with a medicated bath, can dispel the qi in your body to the greatest effect. This medicated bath is prepared for you."

Shen Shu still didn't move.

His ears slowly turned red.

Although he had bathed in the hot spring with this person before, but at that time, the hot spring was misty and covered with rocks, and it was like this moment when his master was standing in front of him in neat clothes.

But he called him to undress.

Shen Shu: "Master, can I... can I drink alone?"

"You have a special physique. As a teacher, you need to pay attention to your situation at any time to prevent accidents." Ye Yunlan looked down at him, her eyes were cold and silent, like ice and snow on a distant mountain.

But the more so, the more he taught him to feel ashamed.

Shen Shu's cheeks also slowly turned red.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally took off his clothes quickly and wanted to jump into the tub.

"Wait." Ye Yunlan called him to a stop.

Shen Shu froze in place.

Ye Yunlan walked to his side, and immediately, Shen Shu felt the man's soft and smooth hand holding his shoulder.

"The water in this medicinal bath has just been boiled, and it's too hot. If you are in such a hurry, are you trying to cook yourself?" Ye Yunlan reprimanded softly, "Wait, wait until the medicinal properties of the medicinal materials are completely melted into the water, and then go in not too late. ."

"Now, let's touch your bones first."

Root bones, spiritual roots, and comprehension are the basic criteria for judging a practitioner's aptitude.

If it is a monk with a high level of cultivation, with a glance at the spiritual sense, he can roughly understand the root, bone and spiritual roots of the monk, but Ye Yunlan can't today.

Only use the most basic methods to touch and judge, so that when the other party really starts spiritual practice, he can teach the other party the most suitable exercises.

Ye Yunlan's hand slowly stroked Shen Shu's back, down the Governor's vein, and touched the most important spine of the practitioner.

He noticed that the boy was thin and young, but there were already many mottled scars on his back.

Shen Shu trembled slightly.

With his back to Ye Yunlan, he felt that after the other party carefully touched his spine, the slightly cold fingertips brushed over his scars like a breeze, with a soft and soothing meaning.

"You have a good foundation," Ye Yunlan said, "If you start spiritual practice, your cultivation will be able to advance by leaps and bounds in a few days."

As he said that, his gaze stopped on the puppet seal on the back of Shen Shu's neck.

That ferocious rune, like an ugly spider sticking to the pale neck of the young man, was extremely shocking.

He continued: "You have such aptitude, and you should shine in the world of practice. Not as a puppet and weapon for anyone. Shen Shu, I hope for the teacher that you can be yourself in the future."

"I will, Master."

Shen Shu agreed, and the thin back trembled under the man's palm.

"Okay, now that the medicinal properties have merged, you can go in and soak in the medicinal bath."

Hearing this, Shen Shu almost hurriedly walked into the tub and immersed in the medicinal bath.

He exhaled deeply, and the heat on his face subsided a little.

The water in the medicated bath was a little irritating, and it turned into a heat flow that slammed into the meridians, causing a kind of pain like a needle stick, and his pain was several times that of an ordinary person, so it was even more painful.

Although it had not exceeded the limit of his patience, he still raised his eyes to look at Ye Yunlan, and said in a hoarse voice: "Master... I hurt." "Be patient." Ye Yunlan stroked his head, "Run the breathing I taught you Nafamen, take this opportunity to expel the filthy air from your body."

"Hmm..." Shen Shu obeyed the method of running the method, and under the stimulation of the medicinal power, something like a black mist soon escaped from him.

The power in his body that was summoned by Yuan Yongzhi's forbidden technique was like water flowing out of the gap, and he felt no pity at all.

He would rather not have a power that cannot be completely controlled by him.

And in this way, he can get closer to his master.

The medicated bath needs to be soaked for three hours.

Shen Shu rested on the edge of the tub, watching Ye Yunlan standing nearby, watching him intently and observing his condition in the mist.

"Master... I still hurt." He said sullenly.

Ye Yunlan frowned slightly, wanting to distract him, and said, "Let's tell you a story for the teacher."

Shen Shu's eyes lit up and he asked, "What... story?"

Ye Yunlan: "What do you want to hear?"

Shen Shu thought about it for a while, and said, "I want to hear... the story of master swordsmanship before. Has anyone taught you before?"

"Most of the swordsmanship as a teacher relies on one's own understanding and long-term practice." Ye Yunlan said, "Just, you ask if anyone has taught me..."

The dark and evil figure of the man appeared in his memory.

After the man rescued him from the Buddha Pagoda, he knew that his death was approaching, and the man left him with his lifelong kendo experience and cultivation, as well as his own sword.

Later, he annihilated the Sword Intent Mahayana, and when he came to Taxu, he could not do without the cause and effect of the other party.

"Yes." He whispered.

Shen Shu: "Who is that?"

"… a man who will go his own way and act recklessly."

Shen Shu blinked, "Should I call him... Shizu?"

Ye Yunlan remembered the grievances of himself and that person in his previous life, and was silent for a long time before saying, "Well."

Shen Shu looked at his stunned appearance, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Only now did he know that the original master is not as cold as it looks on the outside, but also hides people in the bottom of his heart and will always remember it.

"What's the name of the master?"

Shen Shu asked again.

Ye Yunlan closed his eyes and said, "He has no name, only a title."

- "When you draw out the sword, you need to calm your heart and calm your breath, and your mind must be condensed."

There is a breeze blowing in the sea of flowers.

Ye Yunlan held the flower branch in his hand and pointed directly at Shen Shu, his black hair fluttered and his sleeves fluttered. Under the sun, he was like an exiled immortal.

Shen Shu stood opposite him, holding wooden swords in both hands, eager to try.

Both sides fight.

Ye Yunlan's swordsmanship is still calm and beautiful, Shen Shu's movements are getting faster and faster, and his swordsmanship is getting denser and denser like rain.

When it comes to swordsmanship, Shen Shu does have a somewhat wild instinct.

Suddenly, he seized an indiscernible pause in Ye Yunlan's movements, and flew away the flower branch in Ye Yunlan's hand.

This was the first time that Shen Shu had the upper hand when the master and apprentice were sparring.

There was silence in the air for a while.

Sweat dripped on Shen Shu's face, but his eyes were extremely bright, and he looked at Ye Yunlan burningly.

Ye Yunlan looked down at the flower branch that fell on the ground, and said, "Yes, you have already started this set of swordsmanship." Well, continue soaking in the medicinal bath later. After two or three more dips, the filth in your body will be completely eliminated, and then you can start the real spiritual practice."

Shen Shu said: "Okay. Master."

When Shen Shu disappeared from view, Ye Yunlan frowned tightly.

When they fought just now, the sudden pain in his chest still didn't go away.

Endured, and finally coughed.

His palms were dyed bright red.

"Your sword intent is too strong. Even if you deliberately suppress it, you will draw the spiritual power of your entire body and cause repeated injuries." A cold voice suddenly came from the side.

Ye Yunlan turned to the side, and saw a man in a white robe and a crane cloak standing in the bamboo forest not far away with a sword, and he had been standing there for a long time.

He pursed his lips and silently held the Quying Ying Sword in his hand.

Qi Yunjun had already stepped in front of him. He was tall, with a very high cultivation base and a strong sense of oppression.

He added: "But, your sword is very good."

Ye Yunlan knew just now that he and Shen Shu competed, and the other party was afraid to watch the whole process.

He is also a kendo master, even if he had deliberately suppressed his strength when he fought with Shen Shu, the opponent should be able to see a lot of things.

"What's its name?" Qi Yunjun continued to ask.

He didn't answer.

The line of sight only looked at the Jiutian Du'er sword in the opponent's hand.

Looking at the black jade hanging on the hilt of the opponent's sword, he was very familiar with it.

The author has something to say: Shen Shu: Damn, there is someone in the heart of Master.