The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

Lan Xiaosheng looked around the room, was silent for a moment, and took out three sticks of incense from the storage bag.

"The time for my operation is limited. Since anyone refuses to back down, it will be divided into three times. No matter who enters his sea of ​​consciousness, if the time is up and he fails, I will forcibly pull him out."

He glanced at Shen Liuxiang, and stopped fighting for Ye Bingran, but looked at Ling Ye: "You have the highest cultivation base, and you are his senior brother, so you are the most suitable to be the first to enter the Sea of ​​Consciousness."

Ling Ye nodded: "Senior said it is true."

"You don't need to call senior, you and I are both the Immortal Sect Master," Lan Xiaosheng said no, but his expression softened a little, and his tone of advice softened a bit.

"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 hides, capture him, and then enter the illusion that traps Liuxiang, and bring him back."

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

The narrow confinement room was dimly lit, and there was a faint smell of old scrolls in the air.

Ling Ye stood at the door, looking into the room.

In front of the large and messy desk, there was a young man in red kneeling, with his head slightly lowered, his writing hand trembling, and a series of distorted words fell on the paper.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he snorted without raising his head.

"Copying, copying, not lazy."

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

"Brother is back."

Ling Ye remembered the scene.

Once he went out to practice, and after returning to the sect, he learned that Shen Liuxiang had made a mistake, and was beaten by the suzerain with a ruler, and was fined to copy the clan rules a hundred times in the confinement room, and he was not allowed to leave until he finished copying.

"I heard that you broke the glazed cup," Ling Ye looked around, wondering where the nightmare beast was hiding, and sat down.

Hearing the sound, the deep current was like frost beating eggplants, shaking his head, and said wearily: "It wasn't intentional."

He put down his pen, and spread his hands under Ling Ye's sight. His slender, white fingers were intertwined with black and blue marks, and his palms were swollen to a shocking degree.

"The old suzerain reprimanded me for half an hour, and hit me with a dozen rulers."

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

The boy in red hissed in pain.

Seeing him frowning, Ling Ye softened his smearing force, and said instead, "It's just a glazed cup, the old suzerain really punished him severely."

"The old man has always disliked me," Shen Liuxiang pouted, "It's enough for another disciple to reprimand me verbally. When it comes to me, he will never stop until his skin is torn apart."

"He took advantage of the fact that senior brother, you, and master are not here, so he bullied me. In the past few months, besides practicing daily, I also have to serve in the Lingxiao Hall, serving tea and water, sweeping the floor and cleaning things. What kind of behavior is inappropriate? If he wants to, he will be scolded bloody."

Shen Liuxiang didn't feel that much before, but seeing the person who applied the medicine for him now, he felt more and more wronged, "Brother, bring me with you for the next practice."

After wiping the medicine, Ling Ye glanced at the desk table, raised his hand to tidy up the scattered papers, "You are still young, so you are not suitable."

"Senior brother obviously thinks I'm annoying." Shen Liuxiang was tired from kneeling, and got up to rub his sore knee, "Master said that you like to be quiet and love to travel to famous mountains and rivers. strangeness."

"Master has never spoken a half-truth in his life,"

Ling Ye looked at him, "I do like being outside more, and you are indeed a bit annoying."

"Brother's words really hurt me,"

Shen Liuxiang clutched his chest, with an extremely sad expression on his face.

"My heart hurts. It seems that only my senior brother can help me copy the clan rules."

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

He helped Shen Liuxiang do this a lot, so he was familiar with the road, not only imitating the handwriting exactly, but also combined with the facts, the nib of the pen shook from time to time, showing the appearance of the hand injury, and the disguise was perfect.

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

"Brother," he muttered, "That old man, you should hand over the suzerain soon. I don't know who the next suzerain will be."

Ling Ye responded casually: "Many elders are willing, but in terms of seniority, Meng Xianjun is the most likely,"

"Meng Xianjun," Shen Liuxiang sighed, "When he sees me, he frowns with a black face, and when he is in the position, he probably won't have any good fruit for me."

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

"However...it would be great if senior brother is the suzerain," he looked at Ling Ye in a daze, "Senior brother won't punish me for anything I do, so I must be very happy in Lingzong of Qing Dynasty."

Ling Ye gave a meal.

He turned his head sideways and looked at the young man in red who was lying on the desk, blinking and falling asleep.

After staring at it for an indeterminate amount of time, he continued to pick up his pen and write. In the small and dark room, there was only the rustling of paper and pen.

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

The mountain peak soared into the sky and was as steep as a solitary blade. Ling Ye walked on the winding path with his back on his back.

The person being carried by him was particularly embarrassed, with a bloody wound on his forehead, several scratches on his cheeks, his thin and snow-white ankles were now swollen and swollen, and his robes were torn torn by thorns.

"Fortunately, I was found by senior brother," Shen Liuxiang said with a lingering fear as he covered his forehead with a silk handkerchief soaked in medicine.

He had just learned the art of controlling the sword today, so he couldn't help jumping between the peaks in the sect. He came to Chaotian Peak in the afternoon, but accidentally bumped into a protruding rock between the mountain walls.

Roll all the way from the mountainside to the bottom of the peak.

I woke up dizzy, it was late at night, my whole body was scratched and bruised countless times, I couldn’t move because of the pain, I leaned against the tree trunk, and planned to rest overnight.

Unexpectedly, the senior brother came here.

"Chaotian Peak is covered by clouds and the sun, and it is extremely steep. You have only learned a lot about sword control, so you dare to fly here."

"I'm here to see my brother."

Ling Ye's expression softened slightly: "I've been a little busy recently, so don't come to me if there's nothing important."

Shen Liuxiang: "Brother, what are you busy with?"

Ling Ye: "I am competing with others for the suzerain position."

Shen Liuxiang was taken aback, opened his eyes slightly, frowned for a while and said: "But no matter how good senior is, he is only a disciple, and there are elders and immortals on top, so it is impossible for senior to be the suzerain."

"The position of suzerain is for 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 seemed a bit colder against it.

Shen Liuxiang blinked, and the worries in his heart dissipated, "If I were someone else, I wouldn't believe that I could do it, but since I am a senior brother, I will prepare a congratulatory gift and wait."

He beamed and said: "Brother is still a few years away from reaching the crown, can't he become the youngest and most handsome Xianzong sect master in the cultivation world, when I go out to practice, when I encounter danger, I will say 'I am Qingling sect master's junior!" Surely no one has the guts to touch me."

Ling Ye smiled but said nothing.

After a while, Shen Liuxiang shook his head solemnly again: "No, it's too embarrassing for senior brother."

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

Ling Ye paused, and murmured to himself, "I see."

But why these memories, in his mind, seem to be shrouded in a thin layer of mist. If the nightmare beast did not use the lingering memories to create illusions to deal with him, he would never think of these scenes. He clearly remembered them, but he seemed to have deliberately forgotten them up the corner.

Smoke billows from the room.

Lan Xiaosheng looked at Ling Ye's expression and saw that his brows were stretched, revealing a faint sense of joy and ease. He immediately cut off the burning incense with a wave of his sleeve, and forcibly separated the two people's spiritual consciousness.

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

There is still half a stick of incense time.

"Unknowingly, you have been trapped in the illusion by the nightmare."

Lan Xiaosheng raised his forehead: "If I don't do this, let alone bring him out, you will sink in. Didn't I remind you before that no matter what you see after entering, just find the real body of Nightmare and capture him. Why did you still fall for it!"

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

He knew that Nightmare first disguised himself as a pen, and then turned into a silk handkerchief.

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

Ling Ye didn't answer, but 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 will come."

"Of course 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 in a calm manner: "The person he admires is entangled with my junior brother, he should wish that my senior brother can't wake up forever."

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

He paused and sighed helplessly, "He shouldn't hate Liuxiang, why did it become like this?"

The sound of arguments came from the room, and the faces of the people standing outside the door changed slightly.

Zhao Lin frowned: "It failed."

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

Zhou Xuanlan sat on the railing of the long corridor, with his head slightly lowered, and from time to time he weighed the storage bag in his hand, thinking about something.

Shen Bubu smacked his mouth on the side, half asleep and half awake, muttering: "I can't sleep, Daddy hasn't woken up yet, so I can't sleep."

The night wind passed through the corridor, and the coolness climbed 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 wind and cold."

Su Baiche immediately wanted to refuse, what should Liangfeng be afraid of if he is too big.

Tong Xi said coldly: "If you do something that violates the image again, I will release the breath of a nightmare beast. Let's die."

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

Ye Bingran nodded slightly, and his eyes fell elsewhere.

Su Baiche glanced at him, suddenly became curious, and asked Tong Xi: "Tell me, if I tell Ye Bingran not to rescue Shen Liuxiang, will he listen to me?"

Tong Xi's tone was serious: "If that's the case, your image in his heart will be ruined, and I won't let you do this."

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

"Of course it is very good, very good, very good."

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

The debate in the room gradually died down.

The door opened suddenly, Ye Bingran was called in, after listening to the order, he nodded and said: "I will do my best."

Lan Xiaosheng lit the incense, and warned again: "The Nightmare Beast will use the resounding memory to deal with you, remember not to fall into it, stay awake in the illusion, and find the Nightmare's real body to 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 possibly be tricked.

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

In the cold winter season, the entire Jianzong is shrouded in boundless snow, the peaks are covered with silver, and the open space behind the mountain is covered with snow.

Ye Bingran stared at the little hand holding the sword, and was stunned in the heavy snow.

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

What he is holding in his hand at this moment is the first sword he owns, Li Tian.Later, when he was in danger, the sword was broken to save him, and the remains are still kept in his room.

Ye Bingran ran his fingers over the blade of the sword, and when he heard the familiar sound of the sword, nostalgia appeared in his eyes.

In the first two years of entering the sect, this sword was his only friend.

"Old man, why are you here?"

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

Ye Bingran was puzzled, but quickly denied it.

wrong.

If he had seen it, he wouldn't be without an impression!

The memory of this period has always been hidden in the deepest part of his heart, and he has the most profound fragments that he is reluctant to forget no matter what.

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

Between Lightning and Flint.

Ye Bingran froze in place.

A drop of cold sweat rolled quietly from the forehead.

At this time, there was a panting sound from far and near behind him, blood flowed from Ye Bingran's whole body, and the hand holding the sword was as cold as ice.

Impossible...impossible.

The nightmare beast must have peeped into his memory to confuse him, it must be so!

but……

This is not his sea of ​​consciousness, but the deep and flowing sound...

"Hey, wood."

A crisp sound came from not far behind.

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

"Are you the one that Uncle Lan said, the wooden disciple who doesn't speak, ignores people, and only concentrates on practicing sword?"

The cold wind rolled up the snow in the air, and it hit Ye Bingran hard.

He breathed out quickly, and hearing the quickening footsteps behind him, he turned around with all his strength.

A handsome little boy came into view, wearing white clothes with a red belt, with a green lotus leaf covering his head upside down, covering the snowflakes flying all over the sky.

He raised his head slightly, and his delicate and pretty face emerged from under the lotus leaves. The cold snowflakes brushed his eyebrows and eyes, which was really pretty.

The slightly upturned eyes blinked, and looked at the little Jianxiu who was about his age, standing in the snow, dumbfounded.

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

"Ice jade in the snow, the beauty in the world."

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 up blood, his eyes were scarlet, staring at the boy with pink make-up and jade in front of him, his figure was precarious.

"Who are you……"