Xianjun. Ye Yunlan chewed the word.
For him, this name is a bit strange.
In the previous life, he was slandered and killed by his fellow disciples, and everyone called him a rebellious and shameless sect. Later, he was turned into a furnace and sent to the Demon Sect. Until he mastered his swordsmanship, no one dared to point his nose to swear at him, but behind him, people still secretly called him "Ghost Rakshasa".
Rakshasa is an evil spirit. According to legend, the male Rakshasa is extremely ugly, likes to eat people, and is hated by the world.
No one has ever called him such beautiful words as "Xianjun".
… No. Ye Yunlan suddenly remembered that there were actually some.
In his previous life, he was burnt by divine fire and used to wear black clothes to cover it up. However, the Demon Lord likes him to wear white clothes very much. When playing tricks on him, he often asks him in a low voice, "Xianchang, are you happy? ?"
However, the ambiguous love words between these beds are innumerable after all.
Ye Yunlan stood in the room and looked down at the young man. After a long while, he finally said, "You sneaked into this place late at night, peeping in front of my window, whatever you want."
"I have a question," the young man seemed to rarely speak, his voice was hoarse, and his words were extremely slow, "I want... Xianjun to answer."
Being able to bypass the restriction arranged by He Lanze was not touched, standing in front of his window peeping in the middle of the night, just to ask him a question
Ye Yunlan didn't believe it very much, she frowned and said, "Just ask."
The young man looked up at him. That face was clearly handsome and sinister, but at this moment there seemed to be some kind of pure and focused expectation in his eyes, and he asked, "Before Xianjun... why did you save me?"
save him
Ye Yunlan remembered that the mysterious fire was out of control at that time. When he left, he did rescue a lot of people, and the teenager might be one of them.
So he said lightly, "You don't need a reason to save someone at will."
The young man pursed his lips, stared at him for a while, and suddenly said, "Xianjun lied."
Ye Yunlan frowned, and then heard the young man muffled: "Where can someone save someone at will... but risk his own life." The young man paused and said hoarsely, "When the blood of Xianjun fell on me... It's so hot."
Ye Yunlan was startled, "...It's you."
He did save a lot of people in the secret realm, but only one was injured because of it.
It was the boy he accidentally caught a glimpse of when he was about to leave the secret realm.
He recalled the scene.
In the scorching fire, the young man fell into a pool of blood. Although he was seriously injured, he still struggled to crawl forward with his hands. His five fingers plucked out blood dripping from the ground, and his body dragged a trail of blood.
Seemingly aware of his gaze, the young man suddenly turned his head to look at him.
The face was covered with blood and mud, and the eyes were dark and dead, without hope or prayer, only reflecting the fire in the sky like blood.
That gaze made Ye Yunlan suddenly think of himself in his previous life.
In the first half of his life, he had called for help countless times.
... but was deceived by lies again and again, and abandoned again and again.
Later, he finally learned to be silent. It was only occasionally that he wondered whether what happened later would be completely different if someone was willing to extend his hand to him in the first place.
He bent over to save the boy who was struggling and crawling on the ground, as if a torrent spanned hundreds of years, trying to save his younger self.
The fire phoenix transformed by the divine fire spirit slammed into his body, and the meridians in his body were shattered inch by inch.
The blood flowed from his lips incessantly, and he didn't care.
Life and death, long ago, were no longer something he was attached to.
The boy standing by the window was still looking at him stubbornly.
Ye Yunlan was silent for a moment, then spoke again: "If you really tell the reason, it's probably because I think you are a bit similar to me."
"Like?" The boy blinked suspiciously.
Ye Yunlan didn't want to explain too much, she just said lightly: "I have answered your question, you should go."
"No," the boy shook his head, "I have another question."
Ye Yunlan: "Speak."
The young man said seriously: "Xianjun, you saved me, what should I do... to repay you?"
"...I don't need to repay." Ye Yunlan's brows suddenly showed a kind of lethargy and indifference, he leaned over the window sill, and tried to reach out to close the window, "Saving people is my own business, injury is my own business, and anyone It doesn't matter. I don't know how you got in, but I suggest you get out of here before anyone finds out."
The sleeve was suddenly grabbed by the young man.
"No one will find out." The young man said, "Before I came in, I had already checked carefully, and now there is only Xianjun... alone."
Ye Yunlan wanted to shake off the boy's hand, but his eyes suddenly touched the boy's scarred fingers and twisted and broken nails.
Most of the wounds have scabbed over, and they still look hideous.
The young man pulled his sleeve tightly, and there was coagulated blood stains on the plain white robe, leaving dark red marks.
Like crushed cinnabar scattered on rice paper.
Very dazzling.
"Xianjun, tell me... what do you want?"
The boy asked him relentlessly.
Because of their posture, they were very close at this time, and Ye Yunlan could even see the lightly trembling eyelashes of the young man.
"...What can you give me?" Ye Yunlan said for a long time.
"All." The boy said without hesitation.
A breeze swayed, and the clouds broke through the moon.
The moonlight poured over the boy's thin shoulders. Those eyes gleamed brighter in the moonlight.
He repeated seriously: "I can give Xianjun... all."
Ye Yunlan's voice was still cold: "Including your life?"
The teenager nodded, "Including my life."
"...What do I want your life to do?" Ye Yunlan suddenly looked away.
He stood up straight and looked into the distance, his black hair was flying, and his eyes seemed to be fixed on the ice and snow on the distant mountains.
"If you want to repay, go and help me break a snowflake and bring it here."
The snow flower is in the ice and snow, and the temperature is slightly higher, and it will wither immediately.
Now it is early spring, the climate of Qingyun Mountain is humid and warm, and the ice and snow have already melted. Even if he found it, he couldn't bring it to him perfectly.
Ye Yunlan said so, just to let the young man get rid of his thoughts.
In this life, he no longer wants to be involved too much with others. If it weren't for the serious injury and weakness, he would not even want to deal with He Lanze, who had left him recovering. He just wanted to be alone, find a remote place, and spend his life peacefully.
However, to his surprise, the boy didn't hesitate, and answered directly, "Okay."
Ye Yunlan frowned, but saw the young man staring at him firmly, and said, "Xianjun, wait for me."
After all, the boy finally let go of his sleeves, turned his head and left.
His figure was as strong as a wolf, and soon disappeared at the end of the courtyard wall.
Ye Yunlan lowered her head and looked at the wrinkled sleeves, which still had dark red blood stains on the boy's hands.
He was silent for a long time before closing the window.
Day two.
Ye Yunlan put down the scroll, blew out the light, walked into the inner room, took the Quying Sword and sat quietly on the bed to wipe it.
The windows were not closed tightly.
The moonlight shone in and sprinkled on his body.
After wiping his sword, he looked sideways at the moonlight outside the window for a long time.
The boy did not come.
As he expected.
He got out of bed and closed the window, lying on the bed and closed his eyes.
If there is a seemingly non-existent wind flowing, in the chaotic and broken dream, he sleeps restlessly as always.
…
A few more days passed.
Ye Yunlan was leaning on the bed with the scroll and flipping through it, when he suddenly heard a knock on the window.
He turned his hand over the book and was silent for a moment, feeling a little surprised.
He thought that the young man had already retreated in spite of the difficulties and would not come again.
Ye Yunlan got up and opened the window.
Just as he opened a gap, his hand was grabbed.
Because of his Ice Spirit Root, his body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people, but the hand that grabbed him was even more frighteningly cold.
"Xianjun." He heard the hoarse voice of the young man, "Xuezhanhua... I brought it here."
Ye Yunlan caught the other party's wolf-like eyes from the crack of the pitch-black window, and was slightly startled.
He quietly wrenched his hand away, opened the window, and said lightly, "Come in."
The boy rolled over and jumped into the house.
He was still wearing the old worn clothes from before, but at this moment, water was dripping down drop by drop.
The water fell on the ground, and the cold mist dispersed.
Ye Yunlan watched the young man carefully take out a flower from his soaked clothes and held it in front of him.
The peanut was pure white and crystal clear, and its shape was extremely beautiful. It had twelve petals, gathered into a cup shape, and each petal was condensed like ice and snow.
It's snowdrops.
Ye Yunlan lowered his head and looked at it for a moment, then suddenly said, "You went to Wangyun Peak?"
According to the solar term at this time, there will be no snow on Qingyun Mountain, except for one place.
Wangyun Peak, where the Sect Master of Tianzong retreated.
Wangyun Peak is cold all the year round, and there are many restrictions inside, and no disciples dare to approach it on weekdays.
The young man nodded.
Ye Yunlan was silent for a while, "The snow flower will soon wither away from the ice and snow. How did you bring it here?"
"The flowers I took in the first few days... have indeed withered." The boy said, "Later, I thought of a way."
"I heard... There is a cold spring on Qingya Peak, and the water of the cold spring gathers ice, even under the scorching sun, the chill will not dissipate."
"So before taking the flowers, I soaked in the cold spring for half a day, and then hid the flowers in my arms, so that the flowers would not wither halfway."
As the young man spoke, a smile suddenly appeared on his pale and handsome face. With this smile, the arrogance that seemed to be inherent in him was much lessened. Instead, he looked like a wet and fluffy wolf cub. Seeking compliments.
He said: "Xianjun, Xuelenghua... is it good-looking?"
Ye Yunlan did not expect that the young man would come up with such a solution.
He took the snow calendula, and lightly stroked one of the petals with his fingertips. The petal trembled slightly, and then slowly turned into snow-white flower juice, which flowed down his palm.
After a while, the snow calendula that the young man had worked so hard to pick up had already withered away in his palm.
There was no sign of loss on the young man's face. He didn't even look at the snow flower, but just looked up at him and said, "If Xianjun wants to see the flowers, I can... help Xianjun get it."
The teenager tugged at his sleeve, "So... in the future, can I see Xianjun again?"
Ye Yunlan was silent for a long time this time, and finally raised his hand and touched the boy's head.
The boy's hair was wet and cold, but he vaguely felt a little soft.
Maybe not soft, but he is soft-hearted.
"What's your name?" Ye Yunlan asked.
The boy said, "Shen Shu."
Shen Shu.
Ye Yunlan had no impression of this name in his previous life.
Probably because... Shen Shu in his previous life was not rescued from the secret realm.
Shen Shu survived because of himself.
Thinking of this, Ye Yunlan's heart suddenly trembled slightly.
"The cold spring invades the bones, and it's easy to get cold. You should go back and change your clothes today," he said. "In the future, you don't have to bring snow lily."
The boy's hand pulling at his sleeve suddenly tightened.
Ye Yunlan tilted her head, pursed her lips, and continued: "...Salendula is fragile and difficult to maintain, and it is easy to wither. In fact, I don't like it very much. If you come over in the future, bring me some other flowers."
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When He Lanze entered the house with the medicine bowl in hand, he smelled a faint floral fragrance.
He saw Ye Yunlan standing by the window with his back to him, as if he was fiddling with something, his black hair was falling like a waterfall, and his body was thin. dissipated.
He Lanze walked behind him and suddenly had the urge to hug him tightly.
He said softly, "Junior Brother Ye, it's time to drink the medicine."
Ye Yunlan gave a light "um", "Brother, put it on the table, I'll drink it later."
Only then did He Lanze notice that Ye Yunlan was playing with a few red plums in a bottle. The bright red plums made his hands pale as snow.
The neck is slender, with long eyelashes like feathers.
People and flowers are beautiful scenery.
However, red plums were not planted in the courtyard.
He Lanze frowned and suddenly said, "Junior Brother Rong has come to see you again?"
Ye Yunlan didn't answer, just lowered his eyes and carefully placed the few branches of red plums.
Seeing that he didn't answer, He Lanze had already made up his mind. He was silent for a while, and said, "If Junior Brother Ye likes flowers and plants, when Senior Brother Ye comes to visit you in the future, he will also bring some. Junior Brother has been here for a long time to recuperate. Flowers and plants relieve boredom, which is also good."
Ye Yunlan shook his head, "You don't have to bother senior brother."
He left the red plum with his fingertips, picked up the medicine bowl on the table, and went back to Hanyu's bed to sit down to drink the medicine.
As the sleeves swing, there is a hidden fragrance floating.
It seems like the fragrance of plum blossoms, and it is like the unique cold fragrance of his body, mixed with the slightly bitter medicinal fragrance in the bowl, mixed together, and floating in the afternoon sun, it has a feeling of intoxication.
He Lanze leaned against the outer wall and did not follow Ye Yunlan into the inner room.
He lowered his head and took a few deep breaths.
He used to know that only beauty can teach people to linger, but he didn't know that after spending a long time together, even a hint of fragrance can arouse longing and unwillingness in his heart.
He remembered what Rong Ran had said to him before when he left, and slowly clenched his fists.
At this moment, a soft voice suddenly sounded outside the door, "Alan, are you awake? Come and open the door for me."
"I'll take you to find Master for healing."