"Give senior brother a chance, okay?"
He Lanze's eyes were sincere.
Ye Yunlan avoided looking at him, his eyes fell on the bunt of Helan Ze's gray robe and the dirt on the clothes.
In the past two years, Helanze has indeed changed a lot.
Without the arrogance of the past, he was humble and courteous in front of junior disciples, and he was even more caring in front of him.
... It seems that they are two completely different people from the senior sect brother he remembered in his previous life.
Ye Yunlan remembered that a long time ago, he also admired the other party's swordsmanship, and waited outside the other party's residence covered in snow, and held out a heart that was not cold.
If it was me at that time, facing He Lanze like this, maybe... Maybe I would accept it.
only.
"...too late," he said.
"Late?" He Lanze grabbed the words in Ye Yunlan's words, his handsome eyebrows furrowed deeply, "How about senior brother? It's late?"
Ye Yunlan was silent.
He Lanze couldn't guess what he was thinking, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Since cultivating, his talent has far surpassed those of his peers, and he has practiced smoothly all the way, without encountering any setbacks, but only in Ye Yunlan.
His mind turned sharply, and he remembered a reason.
"Junior brother, I know you said that you once had a Taoist companion, and after his immortal passed away, it is still unforgettable."
He thought about his language, "But the dead will not come back to life. If your Taoist companion is still alive, they probably won't. Want to watch? You are sad for him, and you are alone in this life, and you even risk your own life because of it..."
"No," Ye Yunlan interrupted He Lanze's words, remembering the tattoo that the man had branded on his back, and the whispers that held him in his arms, with a little connivance and helplessness between his eyebrows, and said, "He is a dictator. He is very domineering, even if he goes back, he will not? May I forget him at all."
… beasts.
He Lanze didn't know the number of times before he secretly scolded Ye Yunlan as a companion, he thought for a moment, and then said: "But junior brother, you were not young enough to be crowned at that time, how would you know what love is? Maybe you will rely on Mistaking it for liking, and seeing pity and pet as affectionate, all kinds of things between you and your Taoist partner may not be as you imagined."
He thought about what he said? He was touched by Ye Yunlan, but Ye Yunlan's brows were light and silent for a moment, before he nodded and said, "I really don't know what love is, and maybe I won't know in the future."
"... I only know that after he leaves, in this mighty world, I can't find anyone to accompany me and know each other."
The words have ended.
He Lanze was still unwilling, subconsciously ignoring Ye Yunlan's words behind him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Senior brother, even though you say you don't know love... but senior brother really wants to teach? You know."
Looking at Ye Yunlan's pale face, he couldn't help feeling pity and love in his heart, he couldn't help reaching out to touch Ye Yunlan's cheek, but Ye Yunlan avoided him sideways.
At the same time, a fierce sword energy came from behind!
Before He Lanze could react, the sword energy had already cut through the back of his hand, and then fell into the ground in front of him, creating a very narrow but deep ravine.
It was only then that he felt the pain.
After another breath, a line of bloodstains slowly appeared on the back of his hand, and then blood beads tickled onto the ground.
He Lanze was shocked.
The wound is not deep, and it is close to the knuckles and tendons, and it is almost going to abolish his right hand. It can be seen that the control of the swordsman is so wonderful, and even he has no insight into the timing of the counterattack—in Tianzong , Is there still such a swordsman master
He Lanze turned around and saw a figure in black with a sword walking slowly along the path of the flower garden. In the backlight, only a pair of eyes as bright as cold stars could be seen.
"Shen Shu, you're out of the border."
But it was Ye Yunlan who spoke first.
Shen Shu walked over, bowed and said, "Master."
Ye Yunlan nodded slightly and looked at Shen Shu carefully.
Compared with two years ago, Shen Shu's figure is much taller. Standing behind him, he already needs to look up slightly.
Moreover, the aura on his body is mellow and mighty, his sword intent is condensed and ready to be released, he has clearly advanced to the Nascent Soul rank, standing beside him, there is a kind of pressure.
"Why did the sword suddenly come out?" Ye Yunlan pointed out that he had behaved inappropriately before.
It's just that there is not much in the language? The meaning of accusation.
Shen Shu crossed his lips and said, "I just advanced to the stage and my cultivation has advanced greatly, so I couldn't help but want to ask Uncle Helan to try it out."
He turned to look at He Lanze again, and said indifferently, "I just saw my uncle, and my sword is full of energy? I accidentally hurt my uncle. Wouldn't my uncle mind?"
He Lanze wiped the blood on the back of his right hand on his robe, and his expression became a little dignified.
Shen Shu's dark eyes were deep, and it was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger, but he just raised the long sword in his hand, "Shen Shu, but please enlighten me?"
He Lanze glanced at Ye Yunlan, and saw that Ye Yunlan had always had no response to what he had just said, and his expression was a little sad.
Turning his eyes back to Shen Shu, He Lanze wanted to express his anger by fighting against Shen Shu, and the long sword in his hand was also unsheathed, and said, "Yes. But since my nephew has been promoted to Nascent Soul, I won't. ? Repress and keep your hands."
Shen Shu said lightly: "Master can let go of it."
He Lanze's own cultivation base had already transformed into a god six years ago, and now it is in the middle of the god transformation, which has overwhelmed Shen Shu by an entire cultivation realm.
But Helanze didn't want to lose in front of Ye Yunlan.
After all, two years ago, he fought Shen Shu under the condition of suppressing his cultivation, and the two were already tied. Now that Shen Shu's swordsmanship has improved, Helan Ze really has no confidence that he can win at the same level.
But for Jian Xiu, if he loses his confidence, he has already lost most of the time.
But seeing the start of the battle, the figures of the two moved rapidly at the same time, and the long swords kept colliding, making a clinking sound.
Between the splendid light and shadow of spiritual power, He Lanze, who had a higher cultivation base, clearly had the upper hand at the beginning.
It's just that as time passed, Shen Shu gradually saw the flaws in his swordsmanship, and every move and style, stabbed from his vital flaws.
He Lanze had to go back to defend, but the offensive momentum at the beginning was completely dispelled.
Then, Shen Shu pressed step by step.
The swordsmanship is ghostly, precise, and murderous.
If it is said that when Shen Shu used his sword, he was like a hungry wolf who chose people and devoured him. His swordsmanship was fast and aggressive, but now he is a wolf king who hides in the dark night.
In the interlaced sword light, He Lanze saw Shen Shu's eyes, with a bit of contempt, but more, but indifference.
After that, the sword light in Shen Shu's hand suddenly flourished, and the mortal iron long sword in his hand attacked him from an unavoidable place!
He Lanze suddenly realized that Shen Shu had not done his best before!
The long sword in his hand was directly picked up, and a hot liquid slowly flowed down his left neck.
And the mighty sword light still did not stop, it flew behind him, and was about to pierce into the flowerbed, but when it came across a cluster of star flower petals, it dissipated like a cloud of smoke, never hurting the cluster of star flowers in the slightest. .
-Sword skills are like this.
He Lanze stood there in a daze for a long time, his face even more gloomy.
Instead of picking up the long sword on the ground immediately, he sighed and said.
"My nephew's swordsmanship can now be called the Mahayana. Uncle Shi... is not as good as that."
Shen Shu put his sword into the sheath and said, "If I hadn't given my uncle's previous guidance, I might not have been able to win this time." He changed his words, "It's just that after today, I don't need to bother my uncle to come to Yanhui Peak. Test your sword with me."
He glanced at the surrounding flowerbeds and said, "Yes, I would like to thank my uncle for tidying up the flowerbeds for me over the past two years, but now that I have left the customs, the matter of tidying up the flowerbeds is naturally left to me. after all… "
He raised his lips and smiled, "I am the only direct disciple of Master."
Shen Shu said a few words and cut off all the reasons why He Lanze came to look for Ye Yunlan.
this kid...
He Lanze felt something different in his heart, and before he could think about it, he heard Ye Yunlan say, "Thank you for your guidance to Shen Shu over the years. Without your brother's help, Shen Shu's swordsmanship might not have improved so quickly."
Although Ye Yunlan's voice was flat and not contemptuous, He Lanze still felt a little embarrassed.
Since cultivating Taoism, he has never lost in front of his peers, but today he has lost in the hands of juniors who have been younger than him for decades, or in front of his own sweetheart.
He had no intention of staying here any longer, and after saying goodbye in a low voice, he picked up the long sword on the ground and left in a hurry, leaving a desolate back.
It's just that neither Ye Yunlan nor Shen Shu looked at him again.
The wind blows, and the sea of flowers emits microwaves.
Shen Shu turned around and looked at Ye Yunlan with deep eyes.
Ye Yunlan frowned slightly, keenly aware that Shen Shu seemed to be different, but some stubborn things were still the same as two years ago.
"It's noon." He looked away and said, "I made some food, do you... want to come in to eat?"
Hearing this, Shen Shu raised his eyebrows in surprise.
- Does your master actually know how to cook?
Just thinking about it, when he just left the customs, he saw the surrounding spring, and he thought that he was only retreating for three months. It was not until he heard He Lanze talking with Ye Yunlan that he realized how many times it was spring and autumn.
Two years is indeed too long.
If you eat Bigu Pill every day, Master will definitely get tired of it.
But... he was very curious about what his master could do.
So he happily agreed: "Okay."
He licked his lips, "I didn't expect to be able to taste the master's craftsmanship as soon as I left the customs. This disciple is... a good thing?"
Ye Yunlan didn't seem to think that he would? Saying this, hesitantly? Wanting to say something, she pursed her lips for a moment, and pushed open the door of the bamboo building and walked in.
Shen Shu followed him into it, walked to the low table and sat down cross-legged, put the long sword beside him, and looked sideways at Ye Yunlan who was cooking in the back kitchen.
Ye Yunlan turned her back to him, rolled up her sleeves, and her long hair was loosely tied behind her head by a plain hair band.
He was tall and slender in life, but his body was too slender and his waist was narrow, as if the wind could break it.
Shen Shu made a guess. If he walked behind his master, I'm afraid that if he just closed his palms, he would be able to clench the slender waist.
He felt a little hot in his body, and his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling.
After a while, Shen Shu heard the sound of the iron pan being opened, and saw the steaming mist floating in the air. Then Ye Yunlan walked back here carrying two bamboo bowls, stepped on the high wooden steps, bent over and put the two bowls down on the low table.
Shen Shu calmed down and looked at it, only to see two balls of boiled noodles in the bamboo bowl, with a few boiled vegetables and a little shredded cucumber floating on them.
Seems a bit vegetarian.
... Master originally liked something so plain
Ye Yunlan also sat across from him at the moment, he put down his rolled up sleeves, and took off the ribbons that tied his hair, his black hair scattered behind him.
He picked up a bowl of noodle soup and took a sip.
Seeing this, Shen Shu also picked up the bamboo bowl and drank.
… a little salty.
He blinked, picked up the bamboo chopsticks, took a bite of the noodles in the bowl, um, it was overcooked, and it was sticky to his teeth.
I took another bite of the boiled green vegetables in water, and the inside was raw, not fully cooked, and the smell of mud was not removed.
Only the shredded cucumber is still refreshing and crisp, but... The shredded cucumber does not need to be cooked in the first place, and from the appearance alone, the master's knife skills are quite good.
Shen Shu raised his eyes and saw that Ye Yunlan was still eating without a word? That bowl of plain noodles, with downcast eyebrows, pale face, and thin wrists that seemed to be broken when they were broken, couldn't help but feel a little distressed.
Ye Yunlan heard him stop, and without raising his eyes, he only stirred the noodle soup in the bowl with bamboo chopsticks, and said in a low voice.
"If you don't want to eat it, then it's up to you. You have long been out of the grain, and eating ordinary food will cause the body to breed filthy grains, and it's not worth it."
Shen Shu listened, but took the bamboo chopsticks and pulled up the noodles in the bamboo bowl, took a quick bite, and said while eating: "Master's noodles... It's delicious, and my disciple likes it very much."
What he said was not against his will.
Although he has only retreated for two years, he has spent countless years in his memory.
At first, when he was struggling to survive in Moyuan, not to mention noodles, he could not even get a mouthful of water.
His food was the stinking corpses and blood of those monsters.
After seeing the sun again, he was in the magic palace, although occasionally he would drink alone, but that was all.
No one knew that after cultivating the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Demon Body, his body was much different from that of ordinary people, as were his five senses.
Except for the taste of wine and blood, he could not taste the taste of other things.
It has been a long, long time since he had eaten normal human food.
Even though this bowl of noodles is a little salty and sticky, and the vegetable leaves are a little hard, in his current perception, it is still a delicacy.
Besides, this bowl of noodles was made by Ye Yunlan himself.
Ye Yunlan didn't expect him to? Saying so, suddenly her ears turned red, as if she couldn't believe it, and said suspiciously, "Really?"
Shen Shu buried his head in the noodles, let out a deep laugh in his throat, quickly cleaned the noodles in the bowl, and said, "Really."
He put down the empty bowl in his hand and said with a low smile.
"...But since the disciple has left the customs this time, how can he continue to trouble the master to do this cooking. In the future, let the disciple prepare food for the master."
He said, sitting cross-legged at the low table, watching Ye Yunlan slowly finish the noodles, then grabbed two bamboo bowls and two pairs of bamboo chopsticks and went to the backyard to wash.
Ye Yunlan stopped him.
"Shen Shu, come to the study when you're done, and I have something for you as a teacher."
Shen Shu said: "But the reward mentioned by the master before the retreat?"
Ye Yunlan gave a light "um".
He added, "I need to ask you a few more questions."
problem…
Shen Shu's footsteps froze, and he glanced at Yuan Ying in the heart palace, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
After cleaning the dishes, Shen Shu walked into the study.
After Ye Yunlan sat on the desk, he was flipping through an ancient book. Seeing him walk in, he said, "Come here."
Shen Shu walked up to him and noticed that he was holding two long swords.
A slender sword with a crystal blue hilt covered with feather scales was Ye Yunlan's saber in the past.
The other sword scabbard was dark, with a slender body and a hilt like a blood jade. Before the sword was unsheathed, there was a fierce aura about to come out.
The two swords were placed side by side, which seemed to be unusually harmonious.
Shen Shu stared at the black scabbard, which was engraved with mysterious and mysterious lines. If he had never known the meaning of these lines before, it was just that when he was a Demon Lord, he had read all the forbidden laws and secrets of the Demon Sect because of his boredom. Knowing that this is an ancient divine script, each word does not refer to a specific meaning like the human language, but it contains mysterious and mysterious power, which is difficult for ordinary monks to learn, let alone combine and use in one place.
To engrave these divine inscriptions on the scabbard, Ye Yunlan's effort was indescribable.
And the power of these divine texts is evolution and restoration.
This is a spirit sword that can grow and repair itself.
"The teacher once said that when you are successful in your cultivation, you will refine a sword for you."
Ye Yunlan said.
"This is a reward for your teacher to break through the Nascent Soul. You can draw your sword and watch it to see if you like it."
Shen Shu picked up the long sword and bowed slightly to Ye Yunlan before laying the long sword flat in front of him and slowly unsheathing it.
As the cold and cold blade was pulled out inch by inch, a clear sound of the sword sounded.
The blood-jade-like hilt is connected to the blade, and the radiance flows on it, reflecting Shen Shu's eyes.
"The main body of this sword is celestial meteorite iron, which is fused into the blood jade mysterious crystal, tempered by the sky thunder, condensed with ice soul, and formed in a few months. It contains your essence and blood, and no one can use it except you."
"If you feel like it, take it back to the sacrifice and practice. After success, this sword will become your life's spiritual sword. It is connected with your mind, spirit, and you can kill enemies thousands of miles away with a single thought."
With Shen Shu's eyesight, it is natural to see that this spirit sword already belongs to the top grade, and it is much higher than the master's own life spirit sword lacking shadow.
Although it is still not as good as the magic sword Shura that I got when I was a Demon Lord, but after all, that magic sword has been passed down for thousands of years, soaked in the killing thoughts of hundreds of millions of resentful souls, how can a newly refined spirit sword be comparable to that? .
What's more? With the help of God and Wen, along with the improvement of his cultivation, this spirit sword may not be able to reach the height of the Shura sword in the future.
It's just that he didn't know what happened to Ye Yunlan's frail and sick body? It was difficult to refine this spirit sword.
He looked at Ye Yunlan's pale face, and remembered that He Lanze had vaguely mentioned that Ye Yunlan's physical injury could not be delayed, and he couldn't help but feel worried.
But these things cannot be shown in front of Ye Yunlan for the time being.
He retracted the sword into its scabbard and said.
"Thank you Master, my disciple likes it very much."
Ye Yunlan: "You should give it a name."
Shen Shu pondered for a while, his eyes fell on the Queying Sword on the table, and suddenly his lips curled, and said.
"It is said that when Tianxing Meteorite came to the human world from outside the realm, it was like a meteor, and the afterglow shone in the sky. Since this sword was made of Tianxing Meteorite, why not call it afterglow."
Ye Yunlan didn't notice his secret thoughts and only said: "Afterglow...it's a good name."
Shen Shuxin turned around and said, "Then... the disciple took the Afterglow Sword back for the sacrifice first?"
"Wait." Ye Yunlan stopped him, "There is one more thing."
He took out a faint green orb from the drawer and put it on the table, "You should still remember this thing."
Shen Shu looked down at the ball.
Of course he remembers.
At that time, Liu Qing used this thing to forcibly bring him back to Tianzong, and locked him in the medicine hut as a pig and dog. "When my teacher saved you back then, I promised you that after your Nascent Soul, if you can still control your original heart and don't enter the devil's way, the teacher will return this thing to you."
Ye Yunlan pushed the ball forward, "Take it."
However, Shen Shu did not immediately move the puppet beads on the table, but said: "Master, are you not afraid that after your disciples get this beads, they will fall into the devil's way and cause harm to the world?"
He didn't lie.
After possessing the memory of Demon Venerable, he could enter the Demon Dao with a single thought. The cultivation of the Jiuzhuantian Demon Body is taboo in the eyes of others, an impossible magic Dao forbidden technique, but in his eyes, there is no secret at all.
The darkness hidden deep in the body is about to move. It was indeed a difficult thing to let him get used to his weak self, having once mastered the incomparably powerful power to shock the world and do whatever he wanted.
He suddenly heard Ye Yunlan's cold voice.
"I believe in you for the teacher."
Shen Shu's body trembled.
"... Don't let the teacher's trust in you." Ye Yunlan said slowly, "The way of the devil is not a good place. Killing evil karma, good and evil retribution, accumulate in the body, even if there is a powerful force, what can it do."
"Shen Shu, I can take care of you for a while, but I can't take care of you forever."
Shen Shu heard something ominous in his words, and heard Ye Yunlan say, "Come here."
They were already very close at the moment, only a book case was separated, but Ye Yunlan wanted him to come closer.
Shen Shu hesitated for a moment, walked around the book desk, walked to Ye Yunlan's side, knelt down halfway, looked up at Ye Yunlan like when he was young, "Master?"
Ye Yunlan said, "Bow your head."
Shen Shu lowered his neck, unpreparedly exposing the fragile neck to Ye Yunlan, and then he heard the sound of fabric rubbing.
Ye Yunlan raised his large sleeves, and his cold fingertips landed on the back of his neck.
—He was stroking the puppet mark on the back of his neck.
Shen Shu first felt a cold shudder, and then slightly warmed as Ye Yunlan's fingers slid.
The keen five senses that he has cultivated in the face of life and death all year round in the Demon Abyss made his whole body tense, and his eyelashes trembled slightly
"This puppet seal is a hidden danger after all."
Ye Yunlan slowly stroked the mark on the back of Shen Shu's neck, observed the lines and depths on it, and said, "Master has found a way to eliminate it, and then you need to go with Master for a walk."
Shen Shu said: "...Yes."
"Now that you have successfully cultivated and possessed your own spiritual sword, what can a teacher teach you? You have already taught all the things."
Ye Yunlan said, his voice was a little more gentle and gentle than usual.
"After the puppet seal is removed, there will be no foreign objects in the world that can affect you. You can choose the path you want to take and see this vast world."
Shen Shu was silent for a while, and said, "What about Master?"
Ye Yunlan said: "I have a place for my teacher, you don't have to worry?"
He didn't seem to want to continue this topic, so he said to Shen Shu, "Go and fetch the master's violin. For two years of retreat, you must have not heard the master play the violin for a long time."
Shen Shu got up, took the guqin hanging on the wall and put it on the table.
Ye Yunlan lowered his head, stretched out his plain white hands, closed his eyes and slowly played.
The sound of the qin was as quiet and distant as before, like a breeze coming from a distant place over mountains and mountains, gently rippling in the listener's heart.
It can eliminate all the irritability in the heart and immerse in the no-man's land.
The evil thoughts that were about to stir in Shen Shu's heart were calmed down a lot, and even the ghostly voices that were howling in his mind gradually faded away.
He closed his eyes, feeling the peace for a long time.
The sound of the piano curled around the room, but after about half an incense stick, there was a sudden sense of stagnation in the sound of the piano.
Shen Shu opened his eyes puzzled, and heard a messy vibrato.
The strings are broken.
Yin Hong's blood slid down Ye Yunlan's snow-like fingertips, but his complexion was whiter than Frost and Snow, and his brows were deeply tightened.
"Master?"
Shen Shu realized that it was unknown, and hurriedly got up and walked over, and saw Ye Yunlan's chest rise and fall, and then, as if it was finally unbearable, he lowered his head and coughed.
The cough seemed unstoppable.
The continuous coughing sound rippled in the room, blood flowed down the pale fingers, Ye Yunlan coughed up tears, and her cheeks were also dyed thin red, but her complexion was even more terrifyingly pale.
"Master? What's the matter with you? Did the injury happen again? How could this happen—" He clearly let Ye Yunlan take the Primordial Dixinzhi only two years ago. But the spiritual energy contained in it can at least relieve Ye Yunlan's injury a lot.
But why? Only two years later, the injury on Ye Yunlan's body has become so serious again
The wind bell outside the bamboo building suddenly rang.
The window of the study was opened at an unknown time, and a figure appeared in the room.
It has a tall crown with silver hair and a tall stature, and the crane cloak is flying behind him.
Qi Yunjun's brows seemed to be frozen with ice and snow that would not melt through the ages, and it was even colder than usual.
He strode in front of the two of them and said coldly to Shen Shu.
"Step aside."