Come here... help me.
He stood by the window, walking like a quagmire.
He looked at the man's face with a thin red glow, his misty eyes seemed to contain spring water, and the ice and snow in his eyes had melted away, as if he had fallen into the red dust from the sky.
The boundless color seemed to be woven into a dense net that wrapped around him. He felt his heart beat as fast as thunder, and his throat was sore with thirst.
The scent fills the nose, as if soaked with a poison that teaches people that they cannot get rid of it.
Tempt him to come a little closer.
Be a little more presumptuous.
"…Help me." The man trembled again.
The net finally wrapped him tightly, leading him across the windowsill and into the warm tent.
He knelt on top of the snow-white wet fox fur, leaned over cautiously, and said in a hoarse voice, "My disciple is here to help you..."
"... Master."
- Birds chirping outside the window.
Shen Shu woke up from the dream and felt a sense of tide in the quilt.
He raised his hand and rubbed the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly and deeply.
Three years later, he is no longer the boy who didn't understand anything.
When he was in the bookstore, when he was looking for the materials of the Taoist couple's contract, he accidentally found a book about the Taoist couple's double cultivation.
... Fang knows, it turns out that in this world, people who are close to you not only hug and hold hands, but also have more intimate contact.
The memory of eavesdropping hidden by the window has become his haunting dream for so many years.
He had imagined countless times what the scene would look like if he opened the window.
Will the cold person stare at him with red eyes as in the dream, and say to him tremblingly, "Help me."
Even so, Shen Shu didn't dare to show any strangeness in front of that person.
Just for fear of making the other party a little tired.
Since he was born, he has been struggling to survive, and no one has taught him the manners and rules of the hour.
Until he met Ye Yunlan.
The other party saved his life, taught him to read and taught him swordsmanship.
He wants to be close to each other, to be with him only in his eyes, and to be with each other forever.
Whether it is a teacher or a disciple.
He felt that everything was normal.
But he also knew that in the eyes of others, it was not normal for him to date.
The apprentice has fond thoughts towards the master, which is not in line with etiquette and rules.
And he, no matter what, didn't want to let that person down and be ashamed.
He got up, went to the well to draw a bucket of cold water, and poured it over his head.
In the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, the warmth in his body subsided instantly, and ice flowers even condensed on his eyelashes. He didn't notice anything, just went to change into clean clothes again, and then walked into the bamboo building next to him.
But I heard a man's low voice coming from the room.
"You said you were going to Tianchi Mountain. But it took two months from the beginning to the end of the discussion. If you didn't suppress the injury in your body, it would probably recur again."
"If you listen to me, don't go."
Shen Shu paused and stopped in place.
-bedroom.
The white-haired man in the crane cloak leaned against the window with his sword in his arms.
He was really tall, and when he leaned in like this, he blocked most of the sunlight coming in from the window.
Ye Yunlan leaned against the bed.
Just after the treatment of the injury, his temples were still full of sweat, but his eyes were very indifferent, "I have my own measure of my injury. Why should the Immortal Venerable take care of me?"
"You are a disciple of my Tianzong, and I am the suzerain, so I am naturally qualified to take care of you." Qi Yunjun said lightly.
Ye Yunlan said: "There are thousands of disciples of Tianzong. The sect master likes to meddle in his own business, and he has a lot of his own to take care of. Why must it be me?"
He paused and continued: "It has been three years, no matter how big the cause and effect, it should be paid off. Besides, I and Rong Ran have already broken up, and there is no connection in these three years, even though he had asked Immortal Venerable to heal me before. , has done too much. I don't believe that Immortal Venerable doesn't know about this."
The person in front of him looked tired.
Qi Yun-jun frowned slightly.
Every time I see him, this person always looks like this, three years have passed, and he has not changed in the slightest.
Obviously he was his suzerain, and he had saved his life.
Not to mention that he is also a sword cultivator, even if this person does not want to be his apprentice, he should always sympathize with him.
As he admired this man.
"Healing your wounds in the beginning was really to establish cause and effect." Qi Yunjun said, "Now, it's just a pity."
"pity?"
"It's a pity that you are talented in swordsmanship." There was a slight wave in Qi Yunjun's eyes, he paused, and then continued, "It's also a pity... you."
Although Qi Yunjun's words were spoken in an indifferent tone, it sounded a little strange, Ye Yunlan frowned, "What do you mean by Immortal Venerable?"
But Qi Yunjun didn't explain any further and changed the subject.
"If you really insist on going to the seminar, I won't stop you." He said and threw him a bottle of medicine pill, "This is the Myriad Spirit Rejuvenation Pill that I have refined. When your injury is triggered, take it. One, or one or two relief."
When the medicine pill arrived in Ye Yunlan's hands, before he said no, he felt a breeze blowing, and the man by the window had disappeared.
Qi Yun-jun left as quietly as when he came.
The thoughts of the transcendence state can travel thousands of miles in an instant, such a method is considered normal.
Ye Yunlan leaned against the bed for a while, she wanted to throw the pill bottle in her hand, but after thinking for a while, she closed her eyebrows.
The Wanling Rejuvenation Pill is a top-grade healing pill, and the highest healing pill in his hand is only a middle-grade pill. He didn't want to accept what Qi Yunjun gave, but Shen Shu might need it.
It is dangerous to fight in a Taoist meeting.
In the end just in case.
It took a lot of energy to heal just now, and it took a lot of energy just to endure not to draw the sword.
Ye Yunlan only felt a little tired, so she couldn't help raising her hand and rubbing her temples. Instead of getting up and going to the study as usual, she leaned on the bed and closed her eyes.
After a long time, the door was suddenly knocked.
"Master, I made something for you to come here early." It was Shen Shu's voice.
Ye Yunlan: "Come in."
Shen Shu opened the door, and saw the man sitting on the side of the bed, wearing a white lingerie, with long black hair that was unkempt, and only raised his eyes and looked at it quietly.
It seems that every time he sees the sect master, his master's mood becomes very uneasy.
Thinking of the few words he overheard just now, Shen Shu's eyes sank slightly.
"This is the pastry I learned to make, Master, try it?"
He walked a plate of lotus leaf glutinous rice cake to the bed and sat down beside Ye Yunlan naturally.
He also had some white flour on his black clothes, which was left because he was in a hurry when he was making pastries.
Ye Yunlan hardly ate ordinary food in his previous life. After his rebirth, he didn't know where Shen Shu learned so many cooking skills. He was also raised by his apprentices to have a little taste for food.
He rolled up his sleeves, picked up a lotus leaf glutinous rice cake with his slender fingers, brought it to his lips and bit it.
"Very good." He said, his frown slightly softened.
Seeing this, Shen Shu felt slightly relieved.
He has long discovered that although he looks lonely and indifferent, his master actually likes sweets.
So he also picked up a piece of glutinous rice cake and put it in his mouth.
Shen Shu doesn't like sweets.
In other words, he has no particular preference for most of the food in this world.
Because his five senses are too sensitive.
This glutinous rice cake melted on the tip of the tongue, and it was already too sweet. He still seemed to be ignorant and only whispered.
"As long as the master likes it, it is the best."
- Two days later.
There are many people on the slope today.
A Shenxing flying boat stopped on the slope. This flying boat is huge and looks like it can accommodate a lot of people. The space inside is even more huge, using the Sumina mustard seed technique, which is more than ten times larger than what the outside world has seen.
The discussion of Taoism is a grand gathering of Xianmen, and there are many people who go to Tianzong this time.
Ye Yunlan and Shen Shu got on the flying boat, handed the disciple token, and assigned them to a room in the flying boat.
When boarding the flying boat, there were a lot of eyes looking at him from all around. Although Ye Yunlan was more used to it now than when he was reborn, he still felt uncomfortable.
He really didn't want to be noticed.
I can't help thinking about whether I should bring a power fence to cover my face a little when I go to the Taoist conference.
Suddenly, Ye Yunlan frowned slightly, looked sideways at an unusually hot line of sight, and saw a familiar figure.
It is Rong dye.
Three years ago, Rong Ran had a falling out with him, and was later punished by Jun Qi Yun for thinking about it, but the Law Enforcement Hall pursued it but nothing happened.
He Lanze had told him that it was Lord Qi Yun who spoke out and stopped the turmoil of the incident. He hadn't seen the other party for a long time, and he only felt that the other party seemed to have lost a lot of weight. He felt that he had already met Rong Ran. Turned away.
But seeing Rong Ran looking at him, she slowly gave him a soft smile and nodded to him.
Next to him, Shen Shu suddenly took a few steps faster, as if intentionally or unintentionally blocking Rong Ran's hot gaze.
In recent years, Shen Shu's body has grown rapidly, and he is already as tall as him.
He was dressed in black, with black hair tied behind his head, and his face was handsome and stern, already the appearance of a young and outstanding sword cultivator.
"Master, there are a lot of people here," Shen Shu said. "Let's go into the room. I practiced swords yesterday, and I just didn't understand a few swordsmanships. I want to ask Master for advice."
Ye Yunlan retracted his mind and nodded slightly.
"Let's go."
- Feizhou, in a room.
Chen Xianyu was carefully drawing the picture album in his hand, sometimes frowning and thinking, sometimes showing intoxication, and suddenly felt the hot jade in his chest.
He hurriedly collected the pen and performed the water mirror technique.
"Brother."
A figure appeared in the water mirror. Inside, a handsome man in white seemed to be standing on the top of a mountain. There were clouds and mists around him.
Chen Weiyuan said gently: "Tianxuan, it has been three years. The power of the magic star has been accumulating. I want your answer to me, but it has not arrived yet."
Chen Xianyu said: "Brother, I have done my best. According to what you said, those with demon souls like to kill evil and devour evil spirits. It stands to reason that the magic star can be attracted, but the person you are looking for has never been waited for."
He scratched his head, "I think, maybe that magic star... is not as we reckoned. He was born to be extremely evil and likes to kill evil... Maybe he is actually a normal person."
"The magic star was good at concealment before it was born. It's not surprising that you can't find it. It's just Tianxuan, who has been wandering outside for several years. You seem to have forgotten many things in the family training." Chen Weiyuan said, " Anyway, you have to reflect and think for a while, just in time for the discussion of the Taoist conference, and when you come to Tianchi Mountain, I will take a face-to-face test with you for my brother."
Chen Xianyu broke into a cold sweat and quickly changed the subject, "Tianji Pavilion never participated in the Taoist discussion... Did brother accompany Senior Brother Xu to attend?"
"Qingyue is rarely willing to participate, so I will accompany him for my brother." Chen Weiyuan said lightly, "But this time I came to Tianchi Mountain for my brother, and there are other important things to do."
Chen Xianyu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"By the way," Chen Weiyuan said suddenly, "there is one more thing."
He took out the rubbing of the beauty book, and at the same time, Chen Xianyu started to turn the page.
Until it stops on a page of blurred portraits.
Chen Xianyu blinked.
He has revised this painting dozens of times in the past few years, but that person is a very secluded person. to steal paintings. Based on the impression in his mind alone, three years have passed, but he still has not been able to draw one-tenth of that person's demeanor.
Chen Xianyu regards this painting as the most satisfying work in his life, but at this time, it is still only a semi-finished product.
He didn't expect that Chen Weiyuan would suddenly open the painting in front of him.
He looked at his brother's fingertips, which were used to playing chess, and asked with interest.
"who is he?"