Ye Yunlan was sitting in the open-air garden of Asgard. Nian'er is still kneading the hair ball? The fluff, the hair ball has given up resisting, and curled up in a slumped body, letting Nian'er pinch it flat and round.
There is a carved porcelain vase on the table, a longevity flower is inserted in the vase, and the blue petals are swaying in the wind.
Ye Yunlan lowered her eyes and looked at the top of the floating clouds. Shen Shu simply solved the opponent neatly. He was tall and straight, his self-confidence was flying, and his eyes softened a little.
Shen Shu has grown up.
Not only his physical appearance, but his cultivation base is also one step closer. He is about to complete the golden elixir, and he will soon be promoted to Nascent Soul. At that time, even though Shen Shu had a place in the cultivation world of countless strong people, there were not many things he could teach him.
When Shen Shu arrives at Nascent Soul, he can return the puppet beads to the other party, and then enter the secret realm of the former J? to find the soul flower for Shen Shu to solve the puppet seal. Well, he still needs to create a new one for Shen Shu. ? handle suitable for his own natal spirit sword...
By the time…
He pondered, withdrew his gaze that fell on the top of the floating clouds, and looked at the scattered clouds in the sky.
After a long while, he raised his fingertips and lightly touched the petals of the longevity flower in the porcelain vase on the table.
Nian'er suddenly said, "Brother?"
Ye Yunlan: "Huh?"
Nian'er stared blankly at Ye Yunlan for a moment, "I don't know why, just now my brother gave me the feeling that he would suddenly disappear in the next instant."
Ye Yunlan: "People are here? Why did they suddenly disappear?"
Nian'er: "Before... the last time my emperor came to see Nian'er, he also showed a look similar to his brother, and then he suddenly disappeared."
In front of him, Nian'er always mentioned that "my emperor" from time to time.
Ye Yunlan didn't move, looked at Nian'er with calm eyes, and suddenly said, "Nian'er, am I very similar to the 'My Emperor' in your memory?"
Nian'er nodded, earnestly: "Brother and my emperor are indeed very similar."
Ye Yunlan: "But I? Not him."
Nian'er seemed to have been stabbed in the mind, her face suddenly floated up, she smeared crimson, bit her lip, and said, "Brother... difficult? I don't believe in J? Above? Is there a saying of reincarnation?"
"No. I believe that there is reincarnation on J." Ye Yunlan calmly said, "But I have always believed that people are shaped by experience. Even the same soul, walking through Huangquan Road, After drinking Meng Po soup and washing away all reincarnation experiences, you will no longer be the same person."
Nian'er was still a little puzzled, and murmured: "People are shaped by experience...?"
"Different experiences create different personalities and ways of thinking about things, and also create different bonds and causality between people," Ye Yunlan said. If you meet another person, the person you know will no longer be the person in your memory."
Nian'er still doesn't understand.
She just felt that Ye Yunlan lowered her head and reached out to touch the petals of the longevity at the moment, pale and lonely.
Nian'er?: "Nian'er doesn't understand this?. Nian'er just thinks her brother is close and wants her to be happy."
Ye Yunlan's fingertips moved for a while.
His face was calm, but he sighed softly in his heart.
…
Cloud top.
Shen Shu stopped and stood under the eaves of the Asgard Palace, shadows shrouded his face.
Not far away, the two monks were still whispering.
Hearing the news, the young monk blushed and asked.
"This?... This kind of secret news, how did you find out about it? Could it be just a rumor?"
Another person: "It's absolutely true. How can there be false news from the inner disciples of the Tianzong these days?"
Young cultivator: "Yes, but is there something wrong with such a method? Yes, it is suspected of ruining people's reputation."
"Listen? It was said that the person was very ill, perhaps because he was in a hurry to seek medical treatment, and he has acquiesced. Besides, you think it is difficult? Anyone can use that method to heal him? , it is possible to be sucked dry by that beautiful person by accident..."
"Suck, suck dry?" The young monk blushed even more.
Another person laughed hesitantly: "After all, we have to use such methods to heal wounds. Think about it, but don't you want me to make medicine with my own body, and use the essence? See you in the Hehuan Sect? Those people were squeezed into medicine. The scumbag monks? You will know the end. But friend Fang, the peony flower will die, and it is also romantic to be a ghost. That is the number one beauty in the world of practice. If you can really successfully save his life, he will be provoked. I'm so grateful, what a pleasure to marry him as a partner, to have a beautiful woman in my arms... As far as I know, many monks are already planning to recommend a pillow seat to him..."
After speaking, he lowered his voice a little bit, "Also, listening to? Hearing that the monks who practiced that kind of Dharma are all delicious? It's indescribable, and they can teach people to want to die and linger..." He hasn't said yet. After finishing, I suddenly felt a breath of suffocation, as if something was strangling my neck, and my breathing stopped.
The young cultivator was wondering why the voice of the person next to him stopped, and his eyes widened as soon as he raised his head, "Friend? How are you!"
The other person's face was ashen at the moment, his eyeballs protruded, and there was a deep streak on his neck, and there was no one around him, but the streak got deeper and deeper.
The young monk was horrified.
The sun was shining, and where they didn't pay attention, a dark shadow twisted and entangled in the shadow of another person, where his neck was.
The young monk was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Although the cultivator has a strong physique, it's not a big deal if he can't breathe for a while, but he saw the scars getting deeper and deeper, and he clearly wanted another person's body. Break up with the brain!
Even a cultivator will die if he loses his head!
He looked around, realized something, and suddenly raised his anger: "I don't know where the great master is coming, I? When I have eyes but I don't know Mount Tai, I speak lies, and I offend Zuncha for a while, please also please Zuncha. A lot, spare us?!"
Saying that, he slapped his own mouths, and then looked at the fellow who covered his neck and was speechless, walked up, and slapped the other party dozens of times in a neat manner, mercilessly, and his voice was very loud.
The surrounding monks cast strange glances at them.
Not far away, Shen Shu raised his head from the shadow of the eaves of Asgard, looked at the two people in the distance with a blank expression, turned and walked into Asgard.
At the same time, the unprovoked streak on the other person's neck finally stopped deepening.
The young cultivator saw his fellow collapsing on the ground, his face was red and bruised, and he looked like he was dying.
He couldn't help raising his hand to wipe the sweat on his head, thankful that he was quick to do it.
It's just that he and this guy meet by chance, even if he saves one's life, the other party may not appreciate it. Maybe he will still hold grudges in his heart after the event, so he should leave sooner rather than later.
The young cultivator thought for a moment, hurriedly walked away, and quickly walked away.
…
Asgard is huge, and its passageways meander.
Shen Shu refused the request of Mozong's disciples to lead the way, and he often went up the road until he reached the shadow of a corner of the corridor, and suddenly stopped, leaning his back against the wall, his handsome face buried into the shadows.
"Tick tock." The blood dripped on the ground.
He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the pulp of his fingers, lowered his head and pinched the center of his eyebrows, his temples throbbing.
Not just the long, narrow injury on the back.
Ever since he was plotted by the Demon Soul on the ascending steps, he slipped into the Illusion Formation, and even if the final result was that he won, the Soul still suffered trauma.
He felt as if his soul had been torn apart by a large seam, and countless negative forces overflowed from it, and the same thing that overflowed were some fragments of pictures that seemed to be illusory and real.
Those? The pictures were broken and chaotic, incomplete and incoherent, like fragments pierced sharply into his mind.
Most of them are boundless evil and demonic thoughts, and only a very small part of the pictures have color, like a streamer that cannot be grasped, and disappear in a flash.
The negative force inherent in his body continued to grow, and the anger and desire in his heart were motivated by this force, and just now, he almost couldn't control his emotions and started killing people.
He looked at his hands.
Since worshiping Ye Yunlan as a teacher, these hands have never been stained with blood again.
Master doesn't like the way his hands are stained with blood
"Master..."
He murmured hoarsely, looking up at the Asgard dome, his eyes slowly stained with scarlet.
"Why don't you tell me?…"
…
There are six competitions in the top of the clouds every day, three in the morning and three in the afternoon.
Shen Shu's competition was the second in the morning. It was almost noon. Ye Yunlan ordered Nian'er to bring a set of teapots and cups, and brewed a pot of hot tea. The tea soaked in it was the "Lingmai Tea" that he brought back from the Tonglingjian Cultivation Market the day before yesterday. This tea has the effect of dredging the spiritual veins and gathering the spiritual energy, so it is suitable for Shen Shu to come back to take after the competition.
The smoke is misty and rising, and the open-air garden is full of flowers.
Ye Yunlan was surrounded by the crowd, brewing tea calmly and calmly, still wearing only an extremely pale white robe, but when he looked at it, the first thing he saw was his indifferent face.
It's like a white plum that suddenly stopped in the warm spring in the garden, making people want to fold it... off.
When Shen Shu came back, he saw a scene like this.
Before he approached, Ye Yunlan was holding a teapot in his hand, and was pouring a cup of tea. Hearing the movement, he turned his head to look at him, his long eyelashes fluttering, his eyes were soft, but he still revealed an inseparable alienation and ? distant.
"You're back. Let's warm up with a cup of tea first." Ye Yunlan.
Shen Shu did not take the tea, but walked closer, leaned over the table, stretched out his hand, and tightly grasped Ye Yunlan's wrist like Ningshuangxue.
"Master, I want to ask you a question." Shen Shu said.
The blood on the corners of his lips has been wiped dry, his face is handsome, his clothes are neat, and his black hair is high, and it is absolutely impossible to tell from the appearance that his soul is injured.
Ye Yunlan frowned slightly, "You ask."
Shen Shu: "Master, can you tell me, why is my disciple participating in the Tianchi Mountain Discussion Conference?"
Ye Yunlan hadn't answered yet, but Nian'er next to him interjected: "I know I know! Little brother, when you are on the steps to the sky, you told Nian'er that you want to get the first name and let Nian'er open it to you. Treasure House, take the 'Ancient Earth Xinzhi' to save an important person..."
Ye Yunlan's cold eyes widened slightly, "You only said that day, I will come to Tianchi Mountain this time, I just want to increase my knowledge and stabilize my cultivation..."
Shen Shu interrupted him: "I am looking for medicine to treat Shizun's injury."
Ye Yunlan frowned tightly and said for a moment, "I have already said that the wounds on my body cannot be cured. You don't have to spend too much time on my injuries."
Shen Shu hoarsely laughed, "Shizun still wants to hide from me?"
There was a little doubt on Ye Yunlan's face.
Shen Shu's expression made him feel a little dangerous.
"The wounds on Shizun's body are useless, and there is only one way to cure them." Shen Shu paused when he said this, and then slowly spit out two words.
"Shuangxiu." He?, "Yes or not?"
Ye Yunlan suddenly changed his face.
"Who told you about this?"
Ye Yunlan's mind changed rapidly.
There are only three people in the sect who know about the divine fire in his body that needs to rely on Shuangxiu for extradition. .
Qi Yun-Jun had already returned a few days ago, and the only ones who could reveal the matter were He Lanze and Rong Ran.
But Shen Shu tilted his head and said, "Master is in a critical condition, and he needs to rely on double cultivation to heal his injuries. Is it difficult? Isn't it widely spread and known to everyone? Respect yourself? Recommend a pillow seat."
"… Tu'er was the last one to know about this."
Ye Yunlan's body froze completely, his palms trembling slightly, because of his anger, his pale face was already a thin red.
But he heard Shen Shu: "Since Master needs someone to heal you, why didn't you tell your disciple before?"
"What others can do, the disciple can do the same."
As he spoke, he lowered his body, held Ye Yunlan's wrist tightly, looked directly into his eyes, and whispered.
"Not only that..."
"A disciple can do better than others."