Ordinary people in the world would never associate an extremely poor beggar who talks nonsense with a Taoist Taoist who is cold and indifferent to the world. If it weren't for the indescribable pain revealed from Ran's unintentional eyebrows, and the flowers
There is a portrait of a woman who resembles her mother in the building.
Maybe even the majestic emperor couldn't recognize that the beggar who didn't take the silver coins he gave away was actually calm.
He was also the person standing in front of him at this moment.
Ye Chen took back the sword and held it with one hand: "I just asked my sister to practice my sword skills. There is no need for you to be so aggressive and make me useless. You hate me because I just came here and saved the world."
The spiritual stone was shattered."
Since he came to Salvation, all the disciples and elders of the sect have treated him coldly and spoken harshly to him. Ye Chen made the mistake first and did not bother to reason with them, but no matter how good his temper is, it will eventually wear out.
day.
In this life, his mother had not changed much from the previous life. Before she died, she told him not to hold grudges, but it was the little master's words that came out of thin air that he remembered in his heart.
[Accumulate more virtue. Don’t lose reincarnation.]
He really wants to do good deeds.
I practiced here in the past few years and laid some foundation. In the next three years, I went down the mountain to practice and consolidate my Taoism. At the same time, I occasionally helped the people by doing whatever I could, and gained a good reputation outside. Everyone who knew him would call him "
He said, "Master Ye, you are here."
I am used to being a bad person, and when I received praise and praise for the first time, I still felt a little happy in my heart.
Ye Chen, who had no temper, contradicted his master. Ye Wan looked at him in astonishment: "Xiao Chen... please stop saying a few words."
"I just..." He couldn't get angry. Ye Chen snorted twice and swallowed the last three words.
Although Congrong is the owner of the village, he is in charge of saving the world, ranging from life-threatening matters to trivial matters. His status is no lower than Congran. In addition, his cultivation is almost immortal. Not only the people who save the world must respect him, but everyone in the world must respect him.
You should respect him three points.
Of course, except for the aloof and eccentric Demon Lords.
A person with a vicious heart like Ye Chen can't stand the hypocritical monks who are noble in body. He wishes to let these gentle people fall into the world and become miserable. Only in this way can all the hardships he has endured be wiped out.
Experience it once, for one life or two.
Life after life.
I don't know what Ye Chen is thinking. His eyelashes inadvertently stirred up the gentle breeze. He is good-looking, with a pair of affectionate phoenix eyes on the straight bridge of his nose. It's a pity that such a beautiful person can continue to be famous for an unlimited amount of time.
.
He strolled over, casually glanced at the grass and trees beside him, and reached out to touch the young leaves on the branches: "Fighting is prohibited in the Baiyuan Garden. You hurt my herb, what should I do?"
"Okay, I will compensate you for him."
A woman's brisk and bold voice came from outside the house. She opened the door skillfully, holding Chinese herbal medicine wrapped in a paper bag in her hand. Today, Congran was not used to wearing white clothes, black clothes with a long sword, and even more
She shows her heroic demeanor. She usually talks and smiles informally, but she is calm in face of others, with a gentle smile even in her eyes.
If Ye Chen hadn't known that they were brother and sister, he would have thought that Cong Ran liked Congrong.
"Just pamper him! Something will happen sooner or later! Take this troublesome guy away quickly, I still have to deal with the mess you gave me." He calmly glanced at the things in her hand and prepared to leave, thinking
After a while, when he was about to walk out of the Baiyuan Garden, he turned back halfway, picked up the medicine package placed on the stone table aside, and said to Cong Ran, who was using spiritual power to repair the medicinal herbs, "Is your injury still not healed?"
The sparse golden light scattered in the air was swimming, and Cong Ran curled his fingers, as if he didn't expect it to go away and come back calmly: "I've been injured too much, and I won't be able to recover for a while."
"If you don't cherish me at all, you won't..." She calmly opened her mouth and lost her voice.
It won't make you a useless person.
Ye Chen and Ye Wan each took a broom and swept the broken branches and leaves on the ground. Ye Chen's mind was all on Cong Ran and Conong Rong, and he swept in one place for a long time without moving, until Ye Wan called out softly.
It took two or three times to wake up the wandering man.
His cultivation level was concealed, and the golden elixir in his Dantian was covered by the demonic energy. Cong Ran indeed sealed his demonic energy, but he forgot that if a person insists on becoming a demon, even if the immortal
There is nothing that can stop her from going down to earth, let alone her being a mortal?
In the second year after leaving Salvation, he almost lost himself and became a demon. Fortunately, he was not bewitched by the inner demon and lost his mind.
Fortunately, his cultivation level only improved by leaps and bounds overnight, and he was completely different from before. In order not to be discovered by Cong Ran, he pretended to be dull and inexperienced. As for the swordsmanship she taught... he really couldn't understand it.
"Do you need to make some medicine?" Ye Chen quickly went about his business and ran to them to ask questions.
When Ye Chen learned that Cong Ran had not recovered from his illness, his first reaction was not to feel distressed but to learn an ordinary thing. In his previous life, in the main hall of the Demon Palace, his little master had been ill all day long. At the end of autumn, he would always be infected with the disease.
The upper wind is cold.
"Go and help your master cook some herbs." He calmly opened the medicine package, took out a package and handed it to Ye Chen, "I'll prepare some preserves then."
"yes."
The medicine was heavy, and one pack was enough to take three meals. Ye Shenhe asked more questions, took the herbs and went to the shop. As soon as he opened the herbal pack, the rich bitterness spread, stimulating the sense of smell, and the bitterness reached his heart.
No wonder that man is so afraid of suffering.
In the previous life, the most terrible thing was that Cong Ran was asked to drink medicine. She was clearly terminally ill and refused to take the medicine while her consciousness was confused. Later, a servant bought osmanthus cake and tricked her into taking the medicine.
Ye Chen raised the corner of his mouth slightly, smiled, raised the fire, groped for the jar, grabbed the sugar osmanthus, and when he felt it was not enough, he grabbed the honey kumquat and put it in his pocket.
When he returned to the Baiyuan Garden with the boiled medicine, where were the figures of Calm and Ye Wan? There was only a girl in black clothes lying on the table, holding a yellowed and burnt piece of paper in her hand.
Paper, a head of ink hair pouring down.
"Master, what are you looking at?" Ye Chen said amusedly when he saw how distracted she was.
"You really haven't seen this music score?"
Cong Ran sat up and looked at the steaming bowl placed on the table, her brows slightly frowned unconsciously. In her open eyes, the bright pupils swam slowly.
"I bumped into him by chance, just like I was passing by. It's not like I've seen him before." Ye Chen's eyes flickered.
"How could you, a demon cultivator, come to the human world!"
Even though he was sitting there quietly, Cong Ran could still feel a cool and cool feeling. His black eyes were as deep as a pool. Looking into those eyes, Ye Chen seemed to be able to see through even the slightest bit of concealment he had left.
He lowered his head and put the candied fruit next to the medicine bowl.
"Master, there is no record in the ancient books about who made the Lingduo Qin. I heard my mother-in-law say that this thing was originally a belonging to the demon clan. It is not considered stealing or robbing."
Ran picked up the medicine bowl and drank it in one sip calmly. Then, he peeled off the sugar osmanthus and stuffed it into his mouth, saying, "This is an ancient divine weapon."
"Master is worried that Demon Lord will snatch this piano and unify the three realms of Jianghu into one?" Ye Chen added.
"That's the truth..."
Seeing her hesitation, Ye Chen's heart suddenly sank, and he tugged on the fingers of his clothes with some force: "Then, Master, is he suspecting that I am a spy sent by the demon clan?"
The paleness of his fingertips and the slight trembling of his lips all proved that he was scared at this moment. Was he afraid that Cong Ran would drive him away from Salvation, or was he afraid that she would slap him to death right here?
Maybe he's afraid of disappointing her.
The breeze in the late autumn evening blew on the body. Practitioners should not be afraid of the cold, but this wind made Ye Chen's bones hurt. Every second and every minute, it was so painful that even breathing was unnecessary. He blinked bitterly.
, just like a sinner who has made a mistake waiting for the executioner's knife to behead him.
"If you are doubtful as a teacher, you will not be able to enter the world of salvation even if you ask for it." Congran chewed the candied fruit, and after the sweetness was over, the rest was left with a faint medicinal and bitter taste.
This is true.
Cong Ran couldn't stand the bitter taste and had a headache and asked, "Are there any candied fruits?"
"Yes..." Ye Chen took out the last piece of honey kumquat, looking like he was about to speak but stopped talking.
"Remember, even if I doubt the world, no one in the world will doubt you." Cong Ran threw the sweet food into her mouth. Some of her words were vague, but Ye Chen could hear them clearly.
Chu, she said, "Once today is over, don't talk about things like this anymore. We haven't found out the details of the salvation yet, and this place is already a ventilated wall."
She seemed to be sending herself away.
Ye Chen jumped in and said wisely: "Master, do you want my disciple to take care of other important things?"
"Yes." Congran stroked the music score and then put it back into the Qiankun bag.
The afterglow of the sunset always likes to lengthen people's shadows. Under the sunset light, Ye Chen saw the care in Cong Ran's eyes. As her thin lips parted slightly, he heard her say: "You didn't paint well that day. Why?"
The master is not an immortal above the nine heavens."
painting?
Ye Chen's brain was short-circuited and he was stunned for a long time. Later he realized that Cong Ran had said that it was the painting that Cong Ran had drawn when he was free and bored that day.
He originally wanted to paint a landscape, but after he started writing, every line and every line was filled with the person he was thinking of. It was probably because of his emotions that when he painted her features, he remembered it so clearly and the painting was so lifelike.
Even the energy of looking down at all sentient beings in the pupils is also drawn, which is quite fitting of the Fuyao Immortal Lord known to the world.
Ye Chen's voice was dull, like a vibration in his chest: "Master is like this in my heart, sacred and inviolable."
Cong Ran Yu paused, as if she had heard a big joke. She raised her brows and curved her eyes, but there was a desolation behind her smile: "You haven't seen my teacher in such a miserable state. After all, you are no longer an immortal, right?"
Can you dream of becoming an immortal?"
He had seen all her gaffes and didn't care to look at her a few more times.
The winter solstice is approaching, and the days are the shortest. The red sun sinks into the horizon, and it becomes dark. The dim yellow light shines on Cong Ran's face, dissipating her coldness.
Ye Chen felt that the air around him was a little warm. He gently pulled off his collar and silently picked up the candy wrappers and the finished medicine bowl that she had thrown casually on the table.
Then, as if possessed, he stood up and was about to leave, repeating in a low voice: "No... you have a chance to become an immortal."
Ye Chen personally destroyed Cong Ran.
He was the one who dug away her golden elixir and turned her into a useless person, imprisoned in a devil's palace and subjected to humiliation every day. If there was no devil like him in the world, everyone would probably be much better off.
The long and narrow peach blossom eyes became darker and darker, and the depths of Ye Chen's eyes were shocking scarlet. Cong Ran saw that he had almost buried his head in his chest, his red lips were slightly pursed, and his eyebrows were slightly raised. He seemed lazy and casual, but there was something about him.
Look down upon the spirit of the world.
She said something that Ye Chen didn't quite understand: "My face is so pale."
The latter stopped in slow motion, turned around, and covered up the confusion in his eyes. He raised his hand and awkwardly and funny wiped his face. He wiped it awkwardly two or three times. Just as he was about to wipe it carefully again, something came to his ears.
Come the confused voice.
"In addition to the difference in the image in your painting that day, the face was also smudged, making it difficult to see the facial features clearly." Her delicate face had no expression all year round, and Ye Chen's perspective was not good.
Her lips were pursed tightly, her eyelashes were thick and slender, covering her dark eyes with a hint of coolness.
"Perhaps you are not painting as a teacher?"
Cong Ran suddenly raised his eyes, and it was not difficult for Ye Chen to see himself distracted in her eyes. For some reason, he felt uncontrollably uncomfortable hearing what the young master said from the bottom of his heart.
He couldn't help but explain: "It's you. It's you who painted it. The reason for the flowers was because the ink was rolled up before the ink was dry, and it smeared on the face, darkening the features."
"Why are you nervous?"
"I……"
Ye Chen was asked so incoherently that he couldn't answer for a while.
In the few years after Cong Ran's death, his hatred seemed to be less strong. When he met her again, his first thought was to run away. He really didn't want to provoke her anymore.
Little did he know that God would play a trick on him, and he would have to sleep in the same room as his little master.
"Senior brother just used the sound transmission array to say that a body thief was caught. Master, do you want to go and have a look with your apprentice?" Ye Chen touched his nose, but Cong Ran didn't say anything. He thought he had said something wrong, so he said
, "My disciple is too talkative, please leave first."
He was like a escaping mouse, escaping through any cracks and holes. He refused to go to the main entrance of Baiyuan Garden and went to a side door. But before he could open the door, a white ball of hair fell from the sky, hit the bull's-eye, and landed on his head.
"What!" Ye Chen trembled in fright and almost dropped the bowl in his hand to the ground.
The hair ball shouted angrily: "I am nothing!"
Ye Chen freed up his hand to grab it, took a look at it, and couldn't help cursing: "Why is it your hair-removing thing again?"
White Marten: "..."
It struggled for a while and bit Ye Chen's hand. The pained person let go of his hand, and it was able to escape and hurriedly climbed onto Cong Ran's shoulder: "Xianjun, the person who stole the body is Lin Yubin, thank you
One party said he is from the Soul Killing Cult, but I think he is more like someone from the Imperial City..."
Ye Chen was stunned for a moment: "Who?"
White Diao joked: "Hey, there are times when Ye Daochang, who knows everything in the world, is ignorant?" Then when it felt a line of sight wandering on its body, it curled its lips and said the person's name, "Duan Cheng
wind."
"Isn't he already dead?" Ye Chen was shocked.
In the imperial capital, there was a man named Duan Chengfeng. This man had great achievements, but because he killed a traitor but did not kill him, he became the target of public criticism in the court for hiding a thief. He was poisoned, his body was as stiff as a log, and his mouth was
Unable to defend himself, he was falsely accused by a traitor in the court and punished for several crimes.
In the autumn of the twenty-sixth year of Jingguo's reign, he was punished with bone-cutting and died of blood. His body was thrown into a mass grave and eaten clean by the birds and beasts.
His death was so miserable that many people were afraid that the ghost of resentment would return to the world, and those who commented on him during his lifetime were reluctant to say anything.
Unexpectedly, he once stood out in military uniform, like a branch of a tree, planted among black mountains and white waters. He showed his glazed brilliance all his life, defending the country. His bottomless dark eyes were like a deep pool of water that overwhelmed the enemy.
The army had nowhere to breathe.
If Lin Yubin were Duan Chengfeng, he was weak in his previous life. Ye Chen even went to laugh at him for this. Looking back now, what do people think of him?
It's terrible...
White Marten muttered and shook his head: "General, no matter whether it is the human world, the divine world or the demon world, you are majestic in front of others, but sad behind the scenes. If you don't have great achievements, everything is easy to discuss." This chapter has been completed!