Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Chapter 71: Banquet

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Ye Yunlan still lowered his head and coughed. Shen Shu was standing in front of him to take care of him, and only turned around when he heard Qi Yunjun's voice.

Unlike before, when Shen Shu saw Lord Qi Yun, he didn't get up and call "Sect Master", but raised his eyebrows slightly and slowly spit out a name, "... Ji Suyue?"

Qi Yunjun's expression changed slightly.

Ji Suyue is his name.

However, since he became enlightened, no one in the world has dared to call him that.

He looked at the only direct disciple of Ye Yunlan in front of him, and when he saw the other, he still blocked Ye Yunlan half a step, and repeated it again.

"Step aside."

After saying that, flick the palm of your hand.

He didn't touch any place, but there was an indescribable mighty force based on "Tao" that wanted to push Shen Shu away.

The gap between the six realms of the mortal body and the three realms of Ascension to Immortals is like an abyss, and it is rare for a monk in the Nascent Soul stage to find a way to penetrate the realm of mortal transformation.

It's just that these monks didn't include Shen Shu.

When he was in a high position in Demon Sect, the world used to compare Ji Suyue with him, arguing over who was the real number one in the sky.

The results are inconclusive.

Shen Shu took a step forward, stepped on a point at the junction of spiritual energy, Xuanzhi and Xuan, stood still, and looked directly at Qi Yunjun with cold eyes.

"What are you doing with the master?"

For unrelated people, Qi Yunjun would never pay attention to it, but Shen Shu's move was somewhat unexpected.

He frowned indiscernibly, and after all, he didn't do anything again, and said lightly: "His injury is onset, and I need to heal him."

Shen Shu looked at him for a moment, and for some reason, he didn't want to expose his master to this person.

This reluctance is hundreds of times stronger than before.

It seemed that letting the other party touch Ye Yunlan would cause more serious injuries than Ye Yunlan's body, but after hearing Ye Yunlan's coughing slowly stop, a hoarse voice came.

"Shen Shu, let... the sect master come over."

Hearing this, Shen Shu's brows filled with anger and irritability, but in the end, he reluctantly turned to his side to give up a position.

Qi Yunjun didn't look at him, strode to Ye Yunlan's side, and pointed out the ice-blue spiritual power of luck in the palm of his hand, printed on Ye Yunlan's back.

Ye Yunlan seemed to be extremely tired, her upper body was lying on Guqin, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, whether it was because of pain, the moment when the thin and thin back was imprinted on Qi Yunjun's palm, she suddenly shrank. .

With such luck, there was a time for a stick of incense, and Ye Yunlan's clenched eyebrows relaxed, and his eyelashes no longer trembled.

Another stick of incense, Qi Yunjun removed his palm, Shen Shu stepped forward, and found that Ye Yunlan had fallen into a coma.

Shen Shu walked over first and said, "Thank you, Sect Master, for your help. Next, I can take care of the Master."

Qi Yunjun stood aside, his eyes fixed on Ye Yunlan, and he was silent.

Shen Shu lifted Ye Yunlan up, took out a clean silk cloth and wiped the blood on his lips slightly dry, then put his arms over Ye Yunlan's upper body and legs, picked him up, and walked back to the bedroom.

so light. he thinks.

His master does not just look slender. It seems that the hollowed-out jade inside is only a white jade shell, which will shatter with a little collision.

Shen Shu hugged Ye Yunlan cautiously to the carved bed, took off the other party's blood-stained robe, and helped him lie down on the bed.

Dingding stared at the pale face of the man on the bed for a long while, then he got up and planned to go out and fetch a bucket of water to come back, and carefully wipe the blood on Ye Yunlan's hands and cheeks.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, he saw that Qi Yunjun was still in the room, not leaving, standing by the door with his eyes closed.

"Why is the sect master? Not leaving?" Shen Shu said.

Qi Yunjun opened his eyes, his eyes that could not see any emotion turned to the side, and said indifferently: "The injury on Ye Yunlan's body is not the first time in the past two years."

Shen Shu was silent for a moment, and said, "I'm just wondering about this. Two years ago, I asked Master to take Primordial Earth Heart Mushroom. With the medicinal power of the ninth-order elixir, Master's injury would not be possible? so repeatedly."

Qi Yunjun said: "He used the Spiritual Tempering Sword."

Shen Shu's expression changed.

Spiritual consciousness is different from spiritual power. Spiritual power is the qi that the practitioner runs in the body. This kind of qi can interfere with the heaven and the earth, so that the practitioner can call the wind and rain, and attract fire and thunder. It is the external manifestation of the practitioner's "power". .

Spiritual consciousness is the extension of the cultivator's soul, also known as "spiritual consciousness", which can be used to peek at objects in detail and accurately, and grasp the state of objects.

He remembered his master, his eyesight seemed to be not very good all the time, but he was able to engrave such mysterious and detailed divine inscriptions on the scabbard. Perhaps, he really used his spiritual sense.

Yes.

Although Ye Yunlan's muscles and veins were broken, and his cultivation base had no existence, after all, he was a practitioner of the Golden Core Stage, and his spiritual consciousness and soul were much stronger than those of ordinary people.

But no matter how powerful the spirit is, it also needs to be carried by the flesh. The consequences of using spiritual consciousness frequently are not as good as directly mobilizing the spiritual energy. It will make Ye Yunlan lose control of the fire in Ye Yunlan's body, but it will bring the already deeply injured body closer. The brink of collapse.

These, Ye Yunlan didn't tell him at all.

Shen Shu pursed his lips, and suddenly realized that the real reason why Ye Yunlan told him to retreat back then might not just be for him to think calmly and get rid of those delusional thoughts that shouldn't be there.

Qi Yun-jun's cold voice continued to come.

"You are his direct disciple, and he refines the spirit sword for you."

"Two years ago, he went to Tianchi Mountain to discuss Taoism and was injured by the Tianchi Mountain movement. It was also for you."

"If you really think about your master and want him to live longer, stop relying on him, go down the mountain as soon as possible, and let him rest in peace."

Qi Yun-Jun is naturally indifferent and reserved, and what he said this time is probably the sum of his past years when he was sitting at Wangyun Peak.

After listening to Shen Shu, he suddenly raised his eyes and said, "What about the sect master, why did the sect master come to heal my master over and over again?"

Qi Yunjun remained unmoved, and said, "He is a disciple of my Tianzong."

Shen Shu curled his lips into a sneer, "There are thousands of disciples in the Tianzong. When they are injured, where is the sect master??"

Qi Yunjun said: "The world is born because of fate and touching it. Among the thousands of disciples, if I accidentally save him for a while, I can save him for the rest of his life."

He didn't want to talk to Shen Shu any more, he turned around and stepped out of the room, the wind blowing his white hair.

He said, "Remember the advice I gave you today."

Shen Shu looked at his back coldly, and suddenly said, "In that case, I also give Sect Master Xiang a piece of advice."

"I heard that what the sect master cultivates is the ruthless Dao. In the ruthless Dao, the heart is the heaven and the earth, and it does not merge with other things. The sect master frequently intervenes in the mortal world. fear?"

Qi Yunjun paused in footsteps and did not answer, but disappeared into the sky in the form of a sword light

When Ye Yunlan woke up, the pain in his chest didn't go away.

The windows were open, and the chirping of birds came from outside, accompanied by the fragrance of spring flowers.

He covered his lips and coughed a few times, coughing out a little redness on his cheeks, but his expression was very indifferent.

In the past two years, his injuries have become more frequent.

But he didn't really care.

He calculated his remaining time and found that it was still enough, so he wanted to put on his clothes and go to the ground, but when the door creaked, Shen Shu walked in with a bowl of elixir.

"Master."

He was tall and had deep black eyes. Ye Yunlan was stunned, turned his head away from his sight, and said, "What have you been up to?"

Shen Shu: "It's a thousand-year-old snow ginseng soup. It can nourish the qi and nourish the soul, soothe the mind and calm the soul."

Ye Yunlan nodded slightly, took the ginseng soup, sat down at the table, picked up the spoon and drank it.

Just looking at his drooping eyelashes and slowly drinking the medicine at this time, he is really well-behaved and quiet.

But this man doesn't really care about his own life at all.

There are things that you know you can't do, but this person still can do it, taciturn and silent.

... I really want to lock him up, trapped in the space between my palms and palms, trapped in a place where my line of sight can always keep my eyes on it, so that the other party won't be able to see him when it disappears

Shen Shu thought about it, but his face remained calm, and said, "Master, is the ginseng soup bitter?"

Ye Yunlan clung to the spoon with his hand.

"A little bit."

Shen Shu took out an oil-paper bag from his arms and unfolded it, there was steaming steam inside, revealing two shiny and clear jujube mud cakes.

"This is the jujube mud cake made by Tu'erxin. Master should have never eaten it before."

Ye Yunlan's eyes lit up slightly, and he stretched out his fingers to pick up a piece and put it in his mouth.

In an instant, the sweetness of the jujube paste and the smoothness of the rice cake melted together in the mouth, eliminating the bitterness of the ginseng soup, leaving only the sweetness on the tip of the tongue.

Shen Shu said: "Does Master like the food made by the disciple?"

Ye Yunlan didn't know why he asked this question, so he said "um", and then ate a piece of jujube mud cake in a small mouth, picked up the remaining piece, and said softly, "It tastes good."

Shen Shu took the opportunity to interface and said, "If Master likes it, the disciple can make it for Master to eat every day in the future."

"I also learned a lot of other pastry recipes," Shen Shu stared deeply at Ye Yunlan and emphasized, "There are hundreds or thousands of them."

"I think there will always be opportunities in the future? I invite Shizun to eat, is it alright, Shizun?"

Ye Yunlan paused for a moment while eating the jujube mud cake, and was silent for a while, avoiding the question and saying, "It's good to learn more craftsmanship, but it's a long way to build the road, don't take things too seriously, the most important thing is? It's about focusing on yourself."

Shen Shu's eyes dimmed slightly.

This was his deliberate temptation.

He could guess Ye Yunlan's answer, but still felt a little disappointed, and made a decision in his heart at the same time.

Ye Yunlan ate the second jujube cake in his hand silently, and said as if inadvertently: "Everything in the world has a place to return, to dust and mud to the soil. Time is like white? Even for a lifetime, it doesn’t really make a difference.”

Ye Yunlan had already said a lot of words like this before, but Shen Shu didn't want to hear them anymore.

He glanced left and right, and deliberately changed the subject: "Master, why didn't you see the hair ball? Also? There was Chi Shanling that day, and in the days after I left the customs, she was nowhere to be seen."

Ye Yunlan said: "A year ago, it seemed that something happened to Tianchi Mountain, Nian'er could only take back the distraction. I heard that the people of the Ye Clan blocked the surrounding area of Tianchi Mountain, and there is no other news so far. It came, but the wooden comb left by Nian'er is not destroyed, so she shouldn't have any major problems."

"As for the hairball... It spent too much energy for my injury recently, and temporarily fell into a deep sleep. I put him in a bamboo basket? Place it, and I don't know when it will wake up."

Saying that, Ye Yunlan raised her eyes and looked at one place.

Shen Shu followed his gaze and found a bamboo basket hanging on the edge of the windowsill, swaying slightly in the wind.

He got up and walked over, and found a chubby little chicken with golden fluff nestled in a padded basket, soundly asleep.

Gee.

With his eyesight, he has seen that the hairball is not a real creature, but a kind of incarnation of strange energy, but it has self-awareness, which is a bit mean.

While Ye Yunlan continued to lower his head to drink the medicine, he glanced at the mirror and found a stack of thick letters scattered on it.

These letters were big or small, and some of them had a little smell of fat powder on them. After a little thought, he knew where these letters came from.

He was a little unhappy in his heart, thinking that maybe he should look for an opportunity? Help Ye Yunlan deal with these letters, but his sharp eyes suddenly narrowed.

He saw one of the letterheads pressed at the bottom, with a corner slightly exposed. The letter was signed on it, Chen Weiyuan.

His pupils narrowed.

In Shen Shu's memory, his master was very different from this Chen's, but this Chen Weiyuan always pestered his master like a dog's skin plaster, which was very annoying.

But in his memory as a Demon Venerable, this person is one of the few people in the Taoist sect who can cause him trouble.

There are countless things in the world, and the soul fragments that absorb the souls of hundreds of millions of monsters make his memory always messy. He is too lazy to remember those things that have nothing to do with him, but when Chen Weiyuan married a Taoist partner? I mentioned it to him as a joke.

With his back to Ye Yunlan, he slowly immersed his thoughts, stirring in the memory of being a Demon Venerable.

Generally speaking, he doesn't do this, because Demon Venerable's memory is too complex, thousands of times more than what he has experienced. Once caught in it, he may not have the chance to wake up again and keep himself as "Shen Shu" consciousness.

He didn't doubt the authenticity of these memories, but he still didn't figure it out, whether the Demon Venerable's experience was his own, and whether he and the Demon Venerable were the same person. Is it the reflection of the future that reflects on him today, or is it the memory of him in another world that just overlaps.

Before figuring it out, he didn't dare to indulge himself to integrate all these memories into himself. After all, he couldn't be sure whether Ye Yunlan's voice could still wake him up again.

Only this time is different.

The name on the letterhead lay in his eyes, and he realized that what happened to Chen Weiyuan was very important to him.

Consciousness drifts away.

Everything in the world is gradually covered with a layer of red.

He sat obliquely on the high seat, the flames were burning on the cast iron, and the wine in the glass was bright red.

Dozens of enchanting girls danced gracefully in the hall, and Le Ling played and sang behind the curtain. And on the steps on both sides of his seat, sat the elders of the various sects of the Demon Sect.

During the song and dance, he listened with great interest to the conversation of his subordinates.

One of the drunk elders said with a smile: "Have you heard about the scandal that happened recently?"

"What Elder Chu said was the matter of the young patriarch of the Chen clan marrying a wife?" Someone asked.

"Yes, I heard that the young patriarch of the Chen clan, despite the opposition of the clan, married a crippled man who was once exiled by the Tianzong. This move is a lively slap in the face of the self-proclaimed Tianzong disciples."

"Haha, I like to hear about the internal strife of their Taoist sect. Elder Chu, please tell me, I don't know what the crippled person did to be expelled from the sect by Tianzong?"

"It is said that he was in a secret realm? In order to greed for treasures, he deliberately framed and killed the same family, and was exposed? He was punished by this."

"—Such a despicable person, the young patriarch of the Chen clan, is it possible that he was blinded by lard, so he took a fancy to him?"

"Blindness is a good word to use!" The elder Chu took another sip of wine and said, "Not only is his character despicable, but I also heard that the disciple's face was ruined, he was born to be hated by people, and he used a mask to show people every day. There is no advantage in the whole body? Perhaps, it is because of the figure and the skill on the bed that are too great, and it is the heart of the young patriarch of the Chen clan? Hahahaha..."

Elder Chu laughed drunkenly, but found that none of his peers dared to laugh with him.

As soon as he raised his head, his pupils reflected a ferocious bronze ghost face on the high seat.

Only then did Elder Chu realize that his words were disrespectful, and cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

The music disappeared, and the dancers in the hall also stopped dancing and knelt in front of him, not daring to breathe.

He lowered his head and looked down at the ant-like crowd below, shook the wine glass in his hand, and said in a tone that was indifferent between joy and anger.

"Why don't you stop, continue. Sing as you should, dance as you should, and continue to speak as you should," he chuckled casually, "This deity listens."

The music sounded again, and the dancers continued to dance, but their movements were quite stiff.

Elder Chu didn't dare to touch the wine at hand again, nor dared to disobey his order, he let out a stiff smile.

"Everyone, Fang, Fang Cai, where did I say?"

One person said, "You said that the young patriarch of the Chen clan was blind, and the Taoist companion he married had no merit and had a despicable character."

"Yes, yes, that's what I'm talking about." Elder Chu exhaled and looked around, "Are you still there? Do you have any questions?"

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, fearing that they would say something disrespectful and anger the person sitting there.

After a long while, someone picked the safest topic, Xiao? Xinyi said.

"Dare to ask Elder Chu, the sex, gender and name of the wife of the young patriarch of the Chen clan?"

Elder Chu wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and replied, "Then the wife of the young patriarch of the Chen clan is a man, surnamed Ye..."

"Name Yunlan."