The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

Lan Xiaosheng's eyes circled around the room, he was silent for a moment, and took out three sticks of incense from the storage bag.

"I have a limited time to perform the technique. Since anyone refuses to give in, I will divide it into three times. No matter who enters his sea of ​​consciousness, I will forcefully pull them out when the time is up and they have not succeeded."

He glanced at Shen Liuxiang, no longer vying for Ye Bingran's position, but looked at Ling Ye: "You are the highest cultivation base, and you are his senior brother, the most suitable for the first to enter the sea of ​​​​knowledge."

Ling Ye nodded: "What the senior said is very true."

"You don't need to call the seniors, you and I are both the Immortal Sect Master," Lan Xiaosheng said without needing, but his face was a little slower, and the tone of his exhortation was softer.

"After entering, Nightmare will most likely use his memory to set up an illusion. You must stay awake at all times, find the real body that Nightmare is hiding, capture him, and then enter the illusion that traps the sound and bring people back."

Ling Ye nodded yes, then crossed his knees on the ground, closed his eyes, Lan Xiaosheng stood beside him and lit the first incense.

The narrow confinement room was dimly lit, and the air was filled with a faint smell of old paper rolls.

Ling Ye stood at the door, his eyes poking into the room.

In front of the large and cluttered case, there was a red-clothed youth kneeling, with his head lowered slightly, the hand holding the pen trembled, and a series of crooked words fell on the paper.

Hearing the door open, he snorted without raising his head.

"I'm copying, I'm not being lazy."

Ling Ye didn't say a word, the room was silent for a moment, Shen Liuxiang raised his head as if feeling a little bit, and his delicate phoenix eyes showed a bit of surprise.

"Senior brother is back."

Ling Ye remembered what scene it was.

Once he went out to practice, and after returning to the sect, he learned that Shen Liuxiang had made a mistake.

"I heard that you broke the glass cup," Ling Ye looked around and sat down while speculating on the hiding place of the nightmare beast.

Hearing the sound, Shen Liu slammed the eggplant like frost, shrugged his head, and said sullenly, "It wasn't intentional."

He put down the pen, spread out his hands under Ling Ye's sight, the slender white fingers were interlaced with black marks, and the palms of his hands were so swollen that it was shocking.

"The old sect master scolded me for half an hour and beat me a dozen times."

Ling Ye naturally took out the medicine bottle from his sleeve, poured the healing spirit liquid into Shen Liuxiang's palm, and said, "It's useless to sue me."

The red-clothed boy hissed in pain.

Ling Ye frowned when he saw him, the smearing force was lightened, and then said: "It's just a glass cup, the old sect master is indeed punished heavily."

"That old man has always disliked me," Shen Liuxiang curled his lips, "it's enough to give a verbal reprimand to another disciple. When it comes to me, I won't give up until my skin is broken."

"He took advantage of the fact that you and Master are not in the sect, but Jin bullied me. In the past few months, in addition to practicing, I have to serve in the Lingxiao Hall every day, serving tea and water, sweeping the floor and wiping things, which is inappropriate. His heart is going to be scolded bloody."

Shen Liuxiang didn't think much of it before, and now he will look at the person who helped him apply medicine, and he will feel more and more wronged, "Brother, please bring me next time."

After wiping the medicine, Ling Ye glanced at the desk, raised his hand to sort out the scattered papers, "You are still young and not suitable."

"Senior brother clearly thinks I'm annoying," Shen Liuxiang got tired on his knees, got up and rubbed his aching knees, "Master said you like to be quiet and love to travel famous mountains and rivers, even if you go out to practice someday, he will never return to Qingling again. strangeness."

"Master has never spoken half a word in his life,"

Ling Ye looked at him, "I do like being outside, and you are really annoying."

"Senior brother's words really hurt me,"

Shen Liuxiang covered his chest with a sad expression on his face.

"My heart hurts, it seems that it can only be cured if the senior brother helps to copy the rules."

"Don't be poor, just copy it for you," Ling Ye picked up a piece of white paper, spread it on the neat desk, and put up a pen, "As long as you be quiet."

He has helped Shen Liuxiang in this matter a lot, so he is familiar with the road, not only imitating the exact same handwriting, but also combining the actual facts, the tip of the pen shakes from time to time, showing the appearance of the hand injury, and the disguise is flawless.

Shen Liuxiang sat cross-legged on the ground with his hands on his chin, staring at Ling Ye for a while, his eyelids started to fight faintly.

"It's better Senior Brother," he muttered, "That old man, let's hand over the position of Sect Master, I don't know who the next Sect Master will be."

Ling Ye replied casually: "Many elders have the will, but in terms of seniority, Meng Xianjun is the most likely."

"Meng Xianjun," Shen Liu sighed, "I frowned when I saw me, and waited for the seat. I don't think I have any good fruit to eat."

As soon as sleepiness came, he yawned, his phoenix eyes barely opened, "I hope you treat me better than the old man."

"But... it would be great if the senior brother was the suzerain." He looked at Ling Ye in a daze. "If I do anything, the senior brother will not punish me. Then I will be very happy in Qing Lingzong."

Ling Ye gave a meal.

He turned his head to the side and looked at the red-clothed boy who was lying on the side of the desk and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.

After staring for an unknown time, he continued to pick up the pen and write. In the small and dark room, only the rustling of paper and pen was left.

As soon as the scene changed, the moon was hanging high in the sky.

The mountain peaks soar into the clouds, as steep as a lonely blade, Ling Ye carried himself behind his back and walked on the winding path.

The person he was carrying was particularly embarrassed, with a **** wound on his forehead, several scratches on his cheek, and his slender, snow-white ankles were now swollen, and his robes were scratched by thorns.

"Fortunately, I was found by my senior brother," Shen Liuxiang said, covering his forehead with a silk handkerchief dipped in medicine, with lingering fears.

He just learned the sword-fighting technique today, and he couldn't help but jump between the peaks in the sect. He came to Chaotian Peak in the afternoon, but he didn't pay attention and bumped into the convex stone between the mountain walls.

Roll all the way from the mountainside to the bottom.

When I woke up, I was dizzy, it was late at night, my whole body was scratched and bruised, and I couldn't move because of the pain.

Unexpectedly, my brother came here.

"Chaotian Peak covers the clouds and the sun, and it is extremely dangerous. You have only learned a little bit of swordsmanship, so you dare to fly here."

"I'm here to see my brother."

Ling Ye's face softened a little: "I've been a little busy recently, don't come to me if it's not important."

Shen Liuxiang: "Senior brother, what are you busy with?"

Ling Ye: "I'm competing with people for the position of suzerain."

Shen Liuxiang was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened slightly, and he frowned for a long time: "But no matter how good the senior brother is, he is only a disciple, and there are elders and Xianjun above him, so it is not his turn to be the suzerain."

"The position of the suzerain is held by those who are capable."

When he said this, the shadows of the trees on the side of the road fell on Ling Ye's face, half of his face was hidden in the dim light, and the corners of his lips always had a gentle smile, which made it colder.

Shen Liuxiang blinked, and the worries in his heart vanished, "If I were someone else, I naturally wouldn't believe that I could do it, but since it's a senior brother, I'll be waiting for the congratulations."

He blushed and said: "Senior brother is still a few years away from Jiguan, wouldn't he be able to become the youngest and most handsome Immortal Sect Sect Master in the comprehension world, then I will go out to practice, and when I encounter danger, I will shout, 'I am Qing Ling Sect Master's junior brother!' No one has the guts to move me."

Ling Ye smiled but said nothing.

After a while, Shen Liuxiang shook his head solemnly again: "No, this is too embarrassing for Senior Brother."

He pondered for a moment, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly, "Since the senior brother is the suzerain, then I will be a fairy monarch in the future, and I will assist you."

Ling Ye paused in his footsteps and murmured to himself, "So that's the case."

But why these memories, in his mind, seems to be wrapped in a layer of mist, if the Nightmare Beast used Shen Liuxiang's memories to create illusions to deal with him, he would never think of these scenes, he clearly remembers, but seems to be deliberately forgotten. corner.

Indoor smoke billows.

Lan Xiaosheng looked at Ling Ye's demeanor and saw his brows stretched out, revealing a little bit of pleasure, and immediately cut off the burning incense with a wave of his sleeves, forcibly separating the two of them.

Ling Ye opened his eyes and frowned, "Why are you pulling me out in a hurry?"

There is still time for half a stick of incense.

"You have been unknowingly trapped in an illusion by a nightmare."

Lan Xiaosheng supported his forehead: "If I don't do this, let alone bring him out, you have to fall into it. I didn't remind you before that no matter what you see after you go in, just find the true body of the nightmare and capture him. Why are you still getting hit!"

Ling Ye was silent for a moment: "I know it's an illusion."

Nightmare first disguised as a pen, and then turned into a silk, he knew it.

Lan Xiaosheng was stunned: "Then why did you still get caught?"

Ling Ye didn't answer, and looked at Shen Liuxiang on the bed, "Forcibly withdraw from his sea of ​​consciousness, I can't go in again in a short time, there are two sticks of incense left, who can come."

"Of course it's ice burning."

Ling Ye shook his head: "He doesn't like my junior brother, so he may not try his best to bring him out."

Lan Xiaosheng said: "I see the big apprentice, I know."

Ling Ye's face was calm, and he said calmly, "The person he loves is entangled with my junior brother. He should wish my junior brother would not wake up."

Lan Xiao slapped the table vividly and angrily: "He's not that kind of villain! Besides..."

He paused and sighed helplessly, "He shouldn't hate liusheng, how did it become like this."

The voice of the argument came from the room, and the expressions of everyone standing outside the door changed slightly.

Zhao Lin frowned: "Failed."

Ning Runxin said: "It's okay, I will definitely bring him back."

Zhou Xuanlan sat on the railing of the promenade, lowered his head slightly, and weighed the storage bag in his hand from time to time, wondering what he was thinking about.

Shen Bubu slapped Ba's mouth beside him, half-dreaming and half-awake, he muttered, "I can't sleep, Daddy hasn't woken up yet, so I can't sleep."

The night breeze passed through the corridor, and the coolness rose layer by layer.

Ye Bingran took out a snow-white fur coat from the storage bag and handed it to Su Baiche, "You are still injured, put it on, don't catch the cold."

Su Baiche was about to refuse immediately.

Tong Xi said coldly, "If you do anything against your image again, I will release the breath of a nightmare beast. Let's break the net."

Speaking of this, Su Baiche had no choice but to cooperate, covered his mouth and coughed lightly, took the fur coat, and said gently, "Thank you."

Ye Bingran nodded slightly, and his eyes fell elsewhere.

Su Bai Che glanced at him, suddenly became curious, and asked Tong Xi: "You said, if I let Ye Bingran not rescue Shen Liuxiang, will he listen to me?"

Tong Xi said solemnly: "If this is the case, your image in his heart will be ruined, and I won't let you do this."

Su Baiche raised his eyebrows: "In his heart, what am I like?"

"Nature is good, good, good."

"Who gave him the illusion." Su Baiche sneered and shook his head, putting on a fur coat, a warmth filled his body, and it was actually a magic weapon.

The quarrel in the room gradually subsided.

The door suddenly opened, and Ye Bingran was called in. After listening to the instructions, he nodded and said, "Disciple do your best."

Lan Xiaosheng lit the incense and warned again: "Nightmare beasts will use the flowing memories to deal with you, remember not to fall into it, stay awake in the illusion, find the real body of the nightmare and capture him."

Ye Bingran: "Master, don't worry."

He thought about it, and there was nothing in Shen Liuxiang's memory that could touch his mood, so no matter how the Nightmare Beast manipulated it, he couldn't be caught.

Thinking like this, Ye Bingran opened his eyes and saw snowflakes all over the sky.

In the winter season, the entire sword sect is shrouded in the boundless snow, the peaks are covered in silver, and the open space behind the mountains is covered with snow.

Ye Bingran stared at the little hand holding the sword, stunned in the goose feather snow.

This scene is very similar to the two years when he first joined the sect. In addition to eating and sleeping, he practiced swords in the back mountain every day.

At this moment, what he is holding in his hand is the first sword he has, Litian. Later, when he was in distress, the sword was broken to save him, and the wreckage is still kept in his room.

Ye Bingran stroked the blade with her fingers, heard the familiar sound of the sword, and her eyes showed nostalgia.

Two years after he first entered the sect, this sword was his only friend.

"Old man, why are you here?"

Since it is Shen Liuxiang's memory, why did Li Tianjian appear? Maybe they had seen it when they were young.

Ye Bingran was puzzled and quickly denied it.

wrong.

If he has seen it, he will not be unimpressed!

The memories of this period have been hidden in the deepest part of his heart by him, and there are fragments that he is the most profound, and he is not willing to forget no matter what.

It was at this place, at this time, that he met Su...

Between electric and flint.

Ye Bingran froze in place.

A drop of cold sweat quietly rolled down from his forehead.

At this moment, the sound of panting from far to near came from behind, Ye Bingran's whole body blood was flowing backwards, and the hand holding the sword was as cold as ice.

Impossible... Absolutely impossible.

It must be the Nightmare Beast who secretly peeped into his memory to confuse him, it must be so!

But…

This isn't his sea of ​​consciousness, it's the sound of Shen Liu...

"Eh, wood."

A crisp sound came from not far behind.

Ye Bingran was trembling all over, and he could hardly hold the hilt of the sword in his hand. The blue veins hidden under the cold white skin all appeared.

"You are what Uncle Lan said, the wooden disciple who doesn't speak, ignores people, and only devotes himself to practicing swords?"

The cold wind swept up the snow in the air and slammed **** Ye Bingran.

He breathed rapidly, listening to the sound of footsteps accelerating behind him, and with all his strength, he turned around.

A handsome little boy came into sight, wearing a white coat and red lapel belt, with a green lotus leaf on his head, covering the snowflakes flying all over the sky.

He raised his head slightly, his delicate and pretty face emerged from under the lotus leaf, and the icy snowflakes brushed his eyebrows, which was truly beautiful.

Those slightly upturned eyes blinked, and their eyes turned to Xiao Jianxiu, who was about his age, standing in the snow, dumbfounded.

After staring for a moment, he raised the corners of his lips and smiled.

"Bingyu in the snow, the world is stunning."

As soon as the words come out.

Li Tianjian fell to the ground.

Ye Bingran's pupils shrank suddenly, he opened his mouth and coughed blood, his eyes were scarlet, staring at the boy with pink makeup and jade in front of him, his figure was shaky.

"Who are you…"