The sun is shining.
Rong Ran had already left, but the words still hovered in He Lanze's mind.
He closed his eyes and leaned against the door, and after waiting for half an hour, he turned to open the door again, and gently walked into the house.
The person on the bed was fast asleep, with long eyelashes closed, casting a shadow as thick as a crow's wings. He lay on his side, his arms folded over the edge of the bed, breathing slowly and quietly.
Only his lips were red and dazzling.
He Lanze dipped a jinpa with water to wipe the blood on Ye Yunlan's lips, moving cautiously, lest he would wake up the person on the bed.
After wiping, the fingertips couldn't help but touch the tear mole at the end of the other's eye. But it only touched it once, and it shrank back as if it had been scalded.
He gasped, feeling his throat dry with thirst.
He Lanze couldn't help but recall the scene many years ago.
That morning, when he was going back to the sect on an important matter, when he hurriedly flew past the mountain gate, he caught a glimpse of a figure on the three thousand-long steps outside the mountain gate.
It was a young man in shabby clothes, walking up the mountain step by step.
When the long sword swept across the sky, it brought a gust of wind, which happened to swept the boy's robe and long hair.
The young man seemed to have sensed it, and looked up at him.
The eyes of the other party were filled with the dawning light of the sky at the moment, but the tear mole at the end of his eyes seemed to be stained with the setting sun like blood.
The thrilling beauty is heart-stopping and unforgettable at first sight.
He Lanze never forgot.
It was only after he had dealt with the important matters that he hurriedly returned to the mountain gate, but the young man was nowhere to be seen.
In those days, He Lanze was keen to give pointers to fellow students.
His swordsmanship is superb, he looks down on his peers, all the disciples of the sect are eager for his guidance, and countless people surround him.
But the boy was the only one missing.
He thought that the young man might not be a disciple of Tianzong. If so, how could he be anonymous with such a face.
So later, he took a break and closed the door to practice swordsmanship.
Rong Ran is his friend.
One of them is the sect's senior brother, and the other is a direct descendant of the sect master. They often work together on sect missions, and they are familiar with each other.
But it doesn't stop there.
Rong Ran was very beautiful, and it was amazing at first glance, but He Lanze had seen the most beautiful scenery in this world before, and when he looked at other things, he felt overshadowed.
Rong Ran is often accompanied by a young man wearing a mask. He Lanze once asked the reason casually. Rong Ran only said that the young man was not good-looking and did not want to see people with his true appearance.
He also believed.
Until the divine fire in the secret realm got out of control, and a group of disciples were trapped by the ban while escaping, he broke the ban with a sword, but still lacked a little strength.
Time was running out, he was already thinking about launching a forbidden technique, and suddenly saw a figure not far away, it was the masked young man who often followed behind Rong Ran.
He Lanze remembered that Rong Ran had mentioned this person's name.
Ye Yunlan.
It's a good name, but unfortunately, she will only obey Rong Ran's words, obey her words, and act sneakily with a mask on.
He Lanze had never been fond of this kind of person.
And Ye Yunlan's cultivation was only at the Golden Core Stage, so he couldn't help much.
Time could not be delayed any longer, he withdrew his gaze, didn't bother to pay attention to Ye Yunlan, and continued to draw his sword and slash.
The prohibition swings the microwave, but it is still a little short of breaking the ban.
Ye Yunlan came to him and didn't make a sound, just watched quietly.
However, just when he cut down the sword, the other party suddenly drew the sword and shot.
The sword light was like a rainbow, and it slashed down boldly, and it overlapped with his sword just now!
The sword lights overlapped, the power added up, and the ban was broken with a bang. He Lanze looked at the person beside him in surprise.
To be able to make such a sword with Jindan period cultivation base, and to be compatible with him, this person's swordsmanship cultivation base is definitely not bad, at least he has reached the condensed state.
He had missed it before.
It's just that now is not the time to discuss kendo, He Lanze just said "Thank you" in a hurry, and led the disciples who escaped from the ban to rush out of the secret.
Ye Yunlan also followed behind him, but after a while, he suddenly turned around and swept away the flames.
He Lanze looked over in surprise.
- Over there, there is a boy who is lying in a pool of blood.
With the speed at which Ye Yunlan flew past, He Lanze estimated that he could still save the young man before the flames arrived.
But at this moment, a change suddenly occurred.
An illusory fire phoenix rushed out of the flames and hit the boy.
The phoenix was originally a sign of auspiciousness, but the fire phoenix had red eyes, and his face was full of cruelty and madness.
But seeing this, Ye Yunlan didn't stop, instead the speed increased a little bit, and she was able to hug the young man in her arms before Huohuang arrived.
However, at the same time, the fire phoenix also crashed into his back!
He Lanze saw Ye Yunlan staggered forward, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the mask on his face fell off.
He Lanze was suddenly stunned.
Seeing that Ye Yunlan struggled to stabilize his body, he turned around and rushed towards this side again.
Hunting in white clothes, black hair flying.
Behind the man was a sky full of flames and flying sparks, blood dripping down his lips, and the face was familiar and unfamiliar, which taught him to throb in his heart and haunt his dreams.
It was the young man He Lanze had caught a glimpse of many years ago and never forgot.
He Lanze lowered his eyes and stared at the person on the bed.
Leaning down, hanging his hands in the air, he traced the other person's eyebrows.
He thought that since he had already missed it once, this time, he would never let this person leave his side easily.
—
Ye Yunlan fell into a dream.
He sat in front of the mirror, someone behind him was combing his hair.
The mask on his face reflected a cold light in the mirror, he was dressed in a black interlaced robe, and his hands were quietly folded on his knees.
When he was young, he loved white clothes, but after being burned by Liyan Shenhuo, he only wore black to cover the wounds. Even so, the black burn on his neck was still dazzling.
The faint sandalwood incense came from the person behind him, which made people feel peaceful.
A black hair was combed into smooth satin, and the man behind him suddenly leaned down, wrapped his arms around him, and called to him in a warm voice, "Yunlan."
The man's elegant and dusty face was reflected in the mirror.
The man turned his head to look at him with a smile, "We are going to hold the Dao Companion Ceremony soon, Yun Lan, I want to hear you call me in advance, okay?"
He whispered: "Weiyuan."
Chen Weiyuan: "You know that this is not what I want to hear."
The hot air exhaled by the other party sprayed on his neck, his chest pressed against his back, and he was firmly in his arms.
He pursed his lips, tilted his head slightly, the tips of his ears flushed, and his voice trembled slightly: "Husband..."
"It's so good." Chen Weiyuan smiled and suddenly hugged him horizontally.
He struggled, but he didn't, so he had to gently pull on the other side's shirt, "Where are you taking me?"
"Today the elixir is finally ready, I'll take you to the medicinal bath." Chen Weiyuan lowered his head and explained, "Your elixir is a waste, and after I rescued you, your health has been in bad shape. Yaoan asked for a medicinal bath recipe, soaking it every day, can strengthen the muscles and bones, and prolong life."
He nodded lightly.
Soon, he was placed in a hot pot of medicine.
The medicinal properties were so intense that it felt like needles stabbing into the skin. The knuckles of his hand, which he buckled at the edge of the pool, turned white, and he endured and endured, and finally he couldn't help but whisper, "Weiyuan..."
Chen Weiyuan knelt on one knee by the pool and leaned over to kiss his forehead.
Through the mask, he couldn't feel the touch on the other's lips, but only felt that the other's tenderness wrapped him like a cocoon, and then he heard the other's voice.
"Yunlan, bear with it a little longer."
"A practitioner has a long life. I love you. I have decided to spend my life hand in hand with you. In the future, I will return with you in life and death."
"Your health is not good, and your lifespan is damaged, but I am really greedy, thinking about our life, and the time together can be longer."
"So, for the sake of my willfulness, bear with it a little longer, okay?"
Chen Weiyuan's palm was attached to the back of his hand, he was silent for a moment, trembling backhand and clasped the other's five fingers.
"… good."
The screen turned suddenly.
The world is shaking.
He was huddled in the cramping darkness, his hands tied behind his back, unable to move.
After a long time, with the sound of the box being opened, a dazzling light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
In the hazy vision, someone was standing above him looking at him.
Someone said solemnly: "Honorable Lord! This is a congratulatory gift from Immortal Dao, and it must contain evil intentions. It is better to kill it directly to avoid future troubles."
"Go back." The man's low voice sounded faintly.
He was taken out of the box.
In addition to the mask on his face, there is only a very thin and transparent veil on his body.
The places burned by the divine fire have been carefully bound with bandages, but the legs are completely uncovered, and the white jade rings that imprison the spiritual power are buckled at the ankles.
Chen Weiyuan once said that all over the body, what he likes most is his legs.
The only leg without a scar.
After his eyes got used to the strong light, his vision gradually became clear, and he finally saw the appearance of the man holding him.
The man was tall, shrouded in black robes, and wore a hideous ghost mask on his face.
The mask with green face and fangs, full of resentment, can teach people to be scared to the sky at a glance.
His pupils contracted.
The man raised his hand to pinch his chin and said casually, "Tell me, what exactly do you want to do when Chen Weiyuan sent you to my side? Why don't you let me guess..."
"—he wants you to kill me, doesn't he?"
He wanted to struggle, but his body was so weak that it was difficult to lift a fingertip.
The man lowered his head to smell the smell on his body, and said, "Chen Weiyuan is also willing to make such a rare and exquisite bone, a top-quality cauldron made after soaking in a medicinal bath for many years."
"If I kill you now, it's really a waste of time."
"I'll give you a chance, how about you? As long as you're obedient..." The man held his shoulder, exhaled hot air in his ear, and said in a low and bewitching tone, "I won't kill you, I will only love you, how?"
He was trembling all over, but his throat was blocked by the medicine and he couldn't make a sound.
As soon as the man's fingertips moved, a cold demonic energy wrapped around his legs and slid inside his clothes.
Those dark and twisted shadows were vaguely revealed through the light clothes.
He trembled even more.
"What a jerky reaction." After a while, the man said in surprise, "You and Chen Weiyuan have been married for so many years, hasn't he touched you yet?"
"...Hey, why are you crying?" The man suddenly clicked his tongue, clasped his hand, leaned down and lowered his head, his voice hoarse, "It's obviously your Taoist companion who wants you first, but it's not that I'm taking pride in it. Duo. Whether you like it or not, since you've already fallen into such a situation, you might as well be happy with me, right?"
The hideous ghost face touched the mask on his face and made a soft sound.
"It just so happens that our faces are ugly, but they match."
—
Ye Yunlan suddenly opened his eyes.
The beams of the roof come into view, the light moonlight soaks into the house through the window screen, and the cicadas chirping outside the window faintly.
After a long time, he sat up with his body supported.
The tightness in the chest has dissipated a lot, and the whole body is much more relaxed.
He slowly raised his hand and touched his face.
The touch on his hand was smooth and delicate, but it was very unfamiliar to him.
What he was familiar with was the uneven skin that had been burnt by divine fire after being with him for more than 300 years.
Suddenly, a very slight wind blew across his cheek.
A chill surged up Ye Yunlan's back, and he felt a terrifying sense of being watched—
It is clear that the door is closed and the window is closed, so where does the wind come from, and where does the feeling of being peeped come from
The moonlight outside the window had dimmed for some time, and the light inside was dim.
After the injury, his eyesight was not as good as before, even a little blurrier than ordinary people.
It was difficult to observe the surroundings for a long time, and then I vaguely saw that there was a dark hole on the window edge.
He took the lacking shadow sword at the head of the bed, got out of bed and walked to the window, hesitated for a moment, and looked down at the hole.
Then it was right in front of an eye in the hole.
That eye was dark and gloomy, like a wolf, making people's heart skip a beat.
Ye Yunlan took a half step back subconsciously, and suddenly reached out and pushed open the window.
The window was wide open, and a figure stood in the dark night.
Only then did Ye Yunlan finally see clearly that it was not an animal like a wolf dog who was peeping at him, but a pale and thin teenager.
The young man has long eyes and thin lips, and his hair is scattered on both sides of his cheeks. It is clearly to teach people that he looks sullen at a glance, but he has a handsome beauty with a hostility, and he can even teach people to ignore the worn-out clothes on his body.
After being discovered by Ye Yunlan, the young man did not show any look of fear, but raised his head and stared straight at him.
In those wolf-like eyes, his figure was clearly reflected.
Ye Yunlan frowned and was about to speak, but heard the young man calling him in a hoarse voice.
"... Xianjun."