Hearing Rong Ran's shouting outside the door, Ye Yunlan frowned, and the hand holding the medicine bowl suddenly tightened.
The navy blue meridians appeared on the back of the pale hand, and his fingertips even trembled indiscernibly.
He had such a reaction, not because of Rong Ran's arrival, but because of the "Master" in the other's mouth.
Rong Ran's master, Qi Yunjun, the sect master of Tianzong, is the supreme immortal Dao today, majoring in the ruthless Dao, a Xuanqing Duer sword, and his reputation shocks the world.
- But it was also his previous life, the deepest nightmare.
If possible, Ye Yunlan would never want to see that man again in this life.
He Lanze had already opened the door.
Outside the door, Rong Ran was still dressed in Tsing Yi, with a smile on his face. Seeing that it was He Lanze who opened the door, he looked a little surprised, "Brother Helan is also in Alan's house?"
He Lanze stood by the door with his arms folded, and his tone was not friendly, "I thought Junior Brother Rong had remembered my last reminder - when you come to someone else's residence, say hello to the master first, it is a due courtesy."
"I'm really sorry." Rong Ran said apologetically, "It's just that I finally got my master to heal Alan's injuries, and I was pleasantly surprised for a while, so I couldn't wait to call Alan over, but I didn't care to inform my senior brother first. "
"—Senior brother cares so much about Alan's body. I can understand it even if I think about it. Is it my little rudeness?"
He said it with sincerity, but He Lanze had nowhere to refuse, so he snorted coldly, "Okay, come in."
Rong Ran smiled at Helanze, then walked over Helanze and walked into the house.
He glanced around the room, stopped for a moment on the few red plums in the vase by the window, followed by the faintly floating fragrance, walked into the inner room, and saw people drinking medicine with their heads bowed on the Hanyu bed.
Rong Ran didn't notice Ye Yunlan's strangeness. He approached with a very concerned tone, and said, "Alan was drinking medicine... Then wait for you to finish drinking, and then senior brother will take you to heal."
Ye Yunlan only looked down at the medicine bowl and said, "I'm not going."
Rong Ran's smile froze, completely not expecting Ye Yunlan's rejection.
"Why don't you go?" He softened his voice, "Although your injury has recovered a lot now, it is only temporary. If the breath leaked by the divine fire is not resolved, it will accumulate over time, and sooner or later your body will be unable to bear the burden. , it will be too late to think about medical treatment.”
"Alan, you listened to senior brother the most before," he went to shake Ye Yunlan's hand, "this time, listen to senior brother again and follow senior brother to heal, okay?"
He wanted to pull Ye Yunlan up, but Ye Yunlan suddenly shook off his hand.
The medicine bowl fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound.
"I'm not going." Ye Yunlan repeated word by word.
His voice was hoarse, with a strong sense of rejection, his long and narrow eyes were raised, revealing a sharpness that was different from the past.
Rong Ran was stunned, he had never seen Ye Yunlan so resistant before.
He Lanze on the side was even more surprised.
In his impression, Ye Yunlan has always been very indifferent to the people around him, as if there is nothing in this world worthy of his nostalgia, and there is nothing to fear in death. If he is taught to drink medicine, he will drink medicine, and if he rests, rest, like a A doll without desire—
It's beautiful, but it's too beautiful to be lonely.
But at this time, the quiet beauty seemed to flow, even if it was just an expression of anger and rejection, it still made people unable to look away.
I can't help it... I want to see more of his expressions.
He Lanze stepped forward and persuaded together with Rong Ran: "Junior Brother Ye, Lord Qiyun has been ignoring the mundane things for a long time. It is rare for him to agree to heal your wounds. You might as well not miss this opportunity."
Hearing that familiar name again, Ye Yunlan's brain suddenly ached.
The dark and dark light in the Buddha Pagoda in the previous life, the spiraling stairs, and the countless reliefs of Buddha statues with different expressions on the walls... suddenly rushed into his mind.
He had lived more than three hundred long years in his last life.
But there are more than 100 years in the pagoda.
And the person who suppressed him under the pagoda was the supreme immortal at that time, who was famous all over the world—
Lord Qiyun.
Ye Yunlan felt a pain in his chest.
Rong Ran and He Lanze were still persuading him one by one, but he only felt noisy and upset, and repeated, "I don't..." but suddenly coughed violently.
The hot breath of the spirit fire escaped from the heart and swept through the broken meridians.
Severe pain seeped into every inch of flesh and blood, and blood kept pouring out of his lips.
He heard the panicked voices of Rong Ran and He Lanze.
Consciousness blurred uncontrollably.
He passed out.
—
Ye Yunlan was in a nightmare.
He felt that his body was falling again and again, until it fell to the bottom of the dark abyss where no light could be seen, and his bones were shattered.
He collapsed to the ground.
In the dim light, all the gods and Buddhas on the wall were watching him. They hide in the shadows, with expressions of pity, compassion, anger, or ridicule, with different expressions, but when they are reflected in his pupils, they slowly become distorted and hideous.
Only in the endless distance above, there is a little light.
He raised his hand to grab it, but it was always difficult to reach.
I don't know how long it took before he woke up in a cold sweat.
He found himself trapped in a soft mass, and above his field of vision was a white jade dome with an ethereal aura.
The divine fire essence at the heart was suppressed by a powerful spiritual force that did not belong to him, the hot breath no longer flowed out, and the meridians in the body were still aching.
He barely stood up, his black hair slipped from his shoulders, and when he looked down, he found himself lying on a cloud bed.
—It is not a magic weapon made by imitating the clouds, but a cloud bed that is actually taken from the flowing clouds in the sky and cut.
This is clearly an immortal method that can only be possessed after transcending the six realms of the mortal body.
There is only one person in the entire Tianzong who has such a cultivation.
Lord Qiyun.
This place is the cave residence of Lord Qiyun, Yuntian Palace.
Ye Yunlan's heart sank.
He struggled to get down from the cloud bed, but his body was in severe pain and weakness. Suddenly he heard a cold voice from a man: "Awake?"
Ye Yunlan raised her head suddenly and saw a tall man standing outside the palace gate.
White clothes with a crane cloak, silver hair and a high crown, and a handsome and indifferent face, like a ruthless and lustless immortal in the nine heavens.
Ye Yunlan subconsciously reached out and wanted to draw the sword, but was startled that the Quying Sword was not around.
Qi Yunjun stepped into the hall, his footsteps were slow and unhurried, and the whole person seemed to be perfectly integrated into the surrounding world.
Dao Yun is flawless and impeccable.
The other party came to him, and the falling shadow shrouded him.
The wrist on the cloud bed was suddenly grabbed by the other party. Qi Yun-jun's slender fingers pressed against his pulse, and the icy spiritual power penetrated into his body to investigate wantonly.
Ye Yunlan suddenly trembled.
"let me go!"
He wanted to shake off the man's hand, but at this time the gap between their cultivations was like a moat.
With no sword in his hand and no use of forbidden techniques, he couldn't get rid of the opponent at all.
Qi Yunjun suddenly said, "Are you afraid of me?"
Ye Yunlan stared at Qi Yunjun's hand holding his pulse.
- It was this hand that slashed with sword energy, knocking him down from the top of the Buddha Tower again and again.
On the nine hundred and ninety-ninth floor of the Buddha Tower, he climbed up from the bottom, not knowing how many times he walked again, and also forgot how many times he had been shot down by the opponent's sword energy.
He was tortured to the point of going mad by the dark, long and endless imprisonment. He had desperately wanted to die with the other party, and he had also knelt on the ground and begged the other party to let him out, but what he got was always only the other party's cold words.
"Your demonic thoughts have not disappeared, go and reflect on yourself."
This reflection is a full one hundred years.
Even though Ye Yunlan had been reborn, seeing this man again, Ye Yunlan was still upset, but the spiritual power in the meridians was surging uncontrollably.
The spirit of the fire was inspired, and he suddenly spit out another mouthful of blood.
Qi Yunjun said, "Don't move."
The transcendence realm cultivation base was suppressed like sea water, and the spiritual power surging in his meridians was completely stagnant for a moment.
An icy and surging spiritual power was sent from the wrist, injected into his heart, suppressed the restless spirit of fire, and flowed through his broken meridians, alleviating the burning pain of the meridians.
Although this spiritual power is unfamiliar, because it is also an ice attribute spiritual power, it does not make his body reject it.
As soon as the injury was repeated, it was suppressed, but Ye Yunlan was even more depressed. He raised his head and stared at Qi Yunjun's eyes, and said word by word, "Let me go."
He didn't want to stay with this man for a moment.
Qi Yunjun looked down at the person on the cloud bed.
The white clothes are messy, the black hair is scattered, and the pale morbidity cannot be concealed.
The eyes that looked at him were still extremely beautiful, the eyelashes were trembling slightly, and the eye sockets were flushed with reddish brilliance, which complemented the vermilion tear mole below the end of the eye.
He cultivated the ruthless way, thinking only of heaven and earth in his heart, not seeing the world.
But the face of the person in front of him seems to be detached from the mundane, and the spirit of heaven and earth seems to be all poured into the other person. He looks at the heaven and earth, but it is impossible to ignore this person in front of him.
Qi Yunjun did not let go of Ye Yunlan's hand.
He said lightly, "Why are you afraid of me?"
Ye Yunlan didn't answer, only said: "Let me get out of here."
"My direct disciple brought you here, beg me to heal your wounds." Xi Yunjun said, "I owe him a lot of cause and effect, and I will do what I promised."
"I don't need it." Ye Yunlan said, "I'm just an ordinary disciple in Tianzong. Life or death is not worth the care of Immortal Venerable. Besides, my injury is my own business and has nothing to do with Senior Brother Rong. It has nothing to do with Immortal Venerable."
Qi Yunjun's expression was cold.
If it was normal, he heard such a rejection, and he would have left.
He is the Sect Master of Tianzong, the Supreme Being of Immortal Dao, and he does not spend much time on unnecessary things.
But he remembered the earnest pleas of his own disciples before him.
He looked down and saw the pale face of the man in front of him.
Like the white plums swaying and trembling on the branches of a snowy night, filled with the lingering moonlight, people can't take their eyes off.
"If as you said, your injury is your own business. Then I want to heal you, and it is also my business."
Qi Yunjun stared at Ye Yunlan.
"It has nothing to do with you."