Ye Yunlan.
When Elder Chu said this name, he was sitting on the high seat, with one hand supporting his chin, his expression did not show any joy or anger, but a little bit of interest arose in his heart.
A person whose appearance is ruined, who wears a mask all the year round and does not show his true face
… is somewhat similar to him.
When he was at the bottom of the Demon Abyss, he devoured too many monsters and dead souls, and was infected by demonic energy, causing inexplicable changes in his body.
When he just climbed out of the Demon Abyss, all the humans who looked directly at him rolled their eyes from the shock, fell to the ground, and even died on the spot.
Of course, this is not just because of his weird appearance, but also because there are too many dark and evil thoughts in him, which will contaminate people.
A mortal without cultivation can't even bear the price it takes to look at him directly.
Even if he himself has no intention of killing these people.
Later, after wandering around in the world, he had a little human form, and after putting on the mask, he could no longer see the appearance of the monster, and those filthy and unknown powers were also restrained under his deliberate control.
He became the master of the demon door, leading the way of demons, and the mask on his face was never taken off.
No one knew his true face, and he had no interest in letting anyone know. Many people say that he looks ugly and looks like a ghost. In a sense, it is not a lie.
He pursed his lips and sneered inwardly.
Humans are really a kind of creatures who are used to judging people by their appearance. It is obvious that they have flesh and skin, appearance, and appearance. They are only external appearances, but they are often used to generalize what people have.
And his world is blood red.
The appearance is the same, dull and uninteresting. He stared at the magic palace, stared at the whole world, but what he saw was the huge darkness shrouded in it, and the evil thoughts lingering in everyone.
Like a cloud covering the sun, it is turbulent.
Everyone calls him a devil.
But where in this world is not evil, and who is not a devil
Nowhere is clean.
No one is an exception.
Above the banquet, the chatter and laughter were mixed together, the enchanting dancer twisted like a snake, the flying tulle lingered the aroma of the wine, and the darkness was hidden in the shadows.
He drank the wine from the glass and suddenly felt a little boring.
After the banquet had dispersed, his knuckles clasped lightly on the armrest of the seat, and his eyes flashed scarlet.
He held the long sword in front of him, and the cold sword body reflected half of his face with the mask of the evil ghost.
The Shura Sword made a low humming sound. "Don't worry," he said, "this deity will soon let you... drink blood."
He raised his sword and got up, and just took a few steps, but suddenly felt something tugged at his heart.
It was a little itchy like a feather passing by.
He was slightly surprised, and when he looked inside the heart, he saw a little jade man sitting cross-legged in the center of the heart, with his eyes open, looking up at him.
He was stunned, and the still life around him suddenly shattered like a phantom. The place where he stood was no longer a cold and drowsy magic palace, but a quiet and peaceful bamboo building.
Shen Shu returned to reality.
His eyes were still on the letter pressed to the bottom.
A corner of the letter paper is exposed, and on it is a signature written elegantly in pen and ink.
His pupils suddenly became extremely deep, and he could hardly contain his violent anger and desire to tear up the letter.
If it is said that the memories he has are real, or, as he guessed, these memories are part of his "future" that he has glimpsed into himself, then his master, one day in the future, will become Chen Weiyuan Taoist companion
What a joke!
The sound of Ye Yunlan putting down the bamboo bowl after drinking the ginseng soup suddenly sounded behind him.
Shen Shu restrained the expression on his face, picked up the stack of letters, turned around, and supported the edge of the table with one hand, a smile that did not reach his eyes, and said, "It seems that the disciple has been in seclusion for the past two years. , Master's life has not been purified."
Ye Yunlan looked at the stack of letters in Shen Shu's hand, a little discomfort crossed her face, and whispered, "Don't look at those things."
After the fact of the Tianchi Mountain Discussion and Taoism Conference was confirmed, rumors of his injury were spread, and the more rumors it spread, the more distorted it became.
Although He Lanze warned and stopped him, there were not many people who disturbed him, but more and more letters were sent to his residence.
At first, he was only a disciple of Tianzong who knew where he lived. Later, he didn’t know who leaked it out. All the sects and sects in the cultivation world began to send letters, and even some spiritual medicines, magic weapons, etc. Curious stream.
Some gifts with a signature on the letter can still be returned, while gifts without a signature can only be stacked in one place. After several times, although most of those who were rejected gave up, there were still many people who were rejected. Even if the signature is erased, I still have to send him a letter... And I don't know if this is the case, the content of the letter is becoming more and more explicit and unsightly.
Ye Yunlan stood up and wanted to get the letter back, but didn't notice Shen Shu's darkening eyes.
He reached out to get the letter, but Shen Shuyi grabbed his wrist.
"It's just a few love letters. Master values so much. Could it be that some of them have made Master's heart tempted?" Shen Shu said jokingly.
Ye Yunlan was stunned, his brows showed a bit of pale and tired, and said: "My teacher has already said that I already have a Taoist companion, and I will not be tempted by anyone in this life, nor will I make a contract with anyone. You don't have to? Ask me that."
"...And these letters are also ready to be burned for the master."
Shen Shu frowned slightly, and carefully observed Ye Yunlan's expression. He didn't see the slightest bit of concern about these letters from his indifferent expression. He was only tired and tired, as always.
It was just the things he heard in his memory that finally made him feel like he was stuck in his throat.
"Since that's the case, it doesn't matter that this pile of letters is dealt with by the disciple to help Master?" Shen Shu said.
Ye Yunlan pursed her lips, turned her head sideways and said, "As you wish."
Shen Shu looked at him deeply, and then snapped his fingers on his left hand, and used a magic technique to ignite the spiritual fire.
The flames began to burn from the corner of the letter, then gradually swallowed the letter, and finally disappeared into the air, leaving no ashes.
Ye Yunlan's face was always pale and indifferent, and he looked out the window sideways without looking back at the pile of letters.
After burning the letter with his own hands, Shen Shu's anger calmed down a little.
Looking at Ye Yunlan's always indifferent expression, he understood that the other party was a little angry, and said, "This time, my disciple made a slip of the tongue. I forgot what the master said, and I won't be able to do it in the future."
He saw that Ye Yunlan was still speechless, a little sour in his heart, and spoke again.
"Actually, the disciple is very curious, what kind of person is the former Taoist companion of the master, so that the master has been remembered in his heart until now."
Shen Shu paused for a while, and then said: "Master, can you tell the name of the disciple and the wife? In the future, during the Qingming Festival, the disciple can also go to worship."
Ye Yunlan said indifferently: "He is arrogant by nature, and he went away happily. He once told me that there is no need for anyone to worship him after his death. You don't need to know his name."
Hearing this, Shen Shu pursed his lips.
Wouldn't you even tell him your name
Ye Yunlan didn't want to continue this topic, and turned to: "After half a month, you can go to a place with your teacher."
Shen Shu nodded and agreed without thinking, "Where?"
Ye Yunlan: "Netherworld Secret Realm."
Shen Shu: "The Secret Realm of Netherworld?" He thought for a moment, "What Master said was the legendary immemorial age, the secret realm of the cave that was left by the Netherworld Emperor before he planned to ascend?"
Ye Yunlan gave a faint "um" and said, "There has been news from Zhanxing City at the junction of Dongzhou and Southern Border, the Nether Secret Realm is about to appear in the world, and it will open in half a month. And if you want to remove the puppet seal on your body, Need? Blindly attracting the soul flower, but the soul flower has long been extinct in this world, only in the ancient ruins, there will be some remnants."
Shen Shu frowned and said: "The Great Emperor Nether is not a good person in the ancient records, and the secret realm of the cave that he left behind is bound to be innumerable. Risking yourself?"
Ye Yunlan said: "This matter is the master's own plan."
However, Shen Shu suddenly held his thin and pale hand and said, "Master, you know that you have injuries on your body, and the injuries have gotten worse in the past two years. What about it? Although the puppet seal is related to the free life of the disciple, if it will implicate the master... the disciple would rather be controlled by the puppet seal all his life."
"Don't talk nonsense." Ye Yunlan frowned slightly, disapproving of his words.
He closed his eyes again and said, "I've made up my mind, you don't need to say anything more."
After that, despite Shen Shu's persuasion, he didn't let go.
Shen Shujian persuaded him not to move, so Shen Chen looked at him for a long time, cleaned up the bamboo bowl on the table, and slammed the door away.
When the sound of his footsteps gradually drifted away, Ye Yunlan opened his eyes and quietly looked at the closed door.
He couldn't tell Shen Shu that he had experienced the secret realm of the Netherworld.
And where in the secret realm is most likely to have soul-inducing flowers, he also knows.
- The Nether Secret Realm is the secret realm where he was framed and framed to kill his fellow disciples in his previous life, and then he was abolished from the Golden Core and expelled from the sect.
After reliving his first life, he didn't know if the person behind him would do it again? He did, but he knew that the secret realm of the Netherworld was indeed sinister, and there were almost no cultivators who entered the exploration.
And if he is there, he can guide the way, at least prevent Shen Shu from stepping into some dangerous traps, and there are no bones left. If it really comes to life and death, he will use the forbidden technique to return to the emptiness, and he will always be able to protect Shen Shu. Life.
As for himself...
Life is in this world, when it comes, it is like wind and rain, and when it goes, it is like dust.
There is not much to love and regret.
And he has no so-called starting point and ending point in this world. Just like a lone boat, wandering in the world.
Even if it goes away, it's just the leaves returning to their roots.
…
Tianzong, Yaofeng.
In the middle of the mountain, there is a hidden cave on the jagged rock wall.
The cave is so deep that it is difficult to see the end from the outside.
At this moment, there was laughter in the cave.
The laughter was ghostly like a ghost, like a laugh like a cry, containing the meaning of madness, and it shocked the birds that were perched on the cliffs and cypresses.
In a very deep cave, where the sky is hard to see, Rong Ran's clothes are scattered against a rock bump, holding a blood-stained blade in his hand.
The blade was dripping blood.
Compared to two years ago, his face was much more withered, and there were even white hair growing on his back, but his eyes contained a burning and crazy look.
And in front of him is a huge hole, the hole is full of Gu worm corpses, and there is a sticky juice with a rotten smell.
Two blood-red, cicada-like Gu insects were carefully placed on his knees, one of them was slightly larger and the other was smaller.
"It's been five years, Acacia Gu... finally practiced?... Hahahaha..."
Rong Ran stared at the two Gu worms frantically.
After five long years, I invested countless treasures in heaven and earth, nourished it with the blood of my heart, and suffered a lot of pain. Finally, according to the formula given by my father, I refined this pair that can completely change a person's mind. , let the person in the middle of the Gu completely fall in love with the Acacia Gu of the person in the upper and lower Gu.
But worth it.
The clothes on his upper body were taken off, and the blade cut through his pale chest. He pressed the big Acacia Gu inch by inch into the knife scar in his heart. His eyes were sometimes scattered and sometimes condensed, with a strange smile on his lips, and his hoarse voice called. a name.
"Alan..."
…
Wangyun Peak, Yuntian Palace.
Qi Yunjun stood in the peach forest with his eyes closed, like a silent stone sculpture.
The gorgeous color of peach blossoms is incompatible with his snow-white body.
The breeze blew, and peach blossoms fell all over his snow-white shirt, brushing his slender hand holding the sword.
On the hilt of the sword, a mysterious jade hangs quietly, and on the simple and dark scabbard, there is a beautiful peach blossom engraved.
After a long while, he opened his eyes, and his glass-like eyes reflected the clear blue sky and peach blossoms.
In the past few years, he has continued to practice the ruthless Dao, and the Dao state has become more and more perfect, and the phantom in his mind due to the inner demon has gradually faded.
Come to think of it, the time has come to solve it.
Taiqing Du'e sword slowly unsheathed, the body of Qinglie sword reflected his frost-colored long eyelashes and cold eyebrows.
He waved his sword indifferently.
The peach blossoms fell like a shower, and were crushed into the void by the sword energy.
The wind and snow from the sky invaded this place, covering Qi Yunjun's clothes and hair, assimilating the only bright color in the original Yuntian Palace into a cold and ruthless white.
The demon is gone.
Ruthless way? Go further.
Perhaps in another hundred years, we will be able to touch the steps of Tengxu.
He thought indifferently, but a person's face suddenly flashed across his mind.
The man's expression seemed to be detached from the mundane, and the beauty of heaven and earth seemed to be poured into the other person, the end of his eyes was a little crimson, like blood and tears.
Even if one cultivates ruthless Taoism, it is difficult to ignore this thrilling beauty.
He retracted the Taiqing Du'er Sword into its sheath, turned around and stepped out of the ice and snow.
Passing through the corridor, stepping into the palace, and seeing a person in the hall. His white robe and black hair turned his back to him.
Qi Yunjun's heart moved.
However, when he heard the sound, he turned around, revealing an elegant and beautiful face. When he looked at him, his expression was soft and respectful.
"Rong Ran has seen Master."
Qi Yunjun frowned slightly, and said softly, "What are you doing here with me?"
"This time, my disciple is asking for something." Rong Ran said softly.
Qi Yunjun: "Speak."
Rong Ran: "There is news from the disciples stationed in Zhanxing City, saying that the mysterious realm of the Netherworld will be born. The mysterious realm of the Netherworld was left by the Great Emperor Netherworld back then, and the relationship between them is very big. All the sects are already gearing up, and the more they are ready to go to the secret realm to explore, I am a disciple of Tianzong. You can't be an exception."
"It's just that Senior Brother Helan, who is most qualified to lead this secret realm, suddenly retreated a few days ago, while the remaining disciples and the rest of the disciples from all peaks who are qualified to lead this secret realm are all equally strong, and it is difficult to convince the public. Bringing people there will be detrimental to our sect.”
Rong Ran paused, bowed and saluted.
"So, the disciple wants to ask the master to spread the decree and let the disciple lead the trip to the secret realm."