The laymen in the world will never associate a beggar who is extremely poor and full of nonsense with a cold and indifferent person who is not close to the fireworks of the world. If it weren't for the indescribable pain revealed from Ran's unintentional eyebrows, and the portrait of a woman who resembles a mother in the flower building.

The emperor couldn't recognize it, but the beggar who didn't take the silver taels he gave back then was actually calm.

He is also the one who stands in front of him at this moment.

Ye Shen took back the sword and held it with one hand: "I'm just looking for Sister A to practice swordsmanship." You don't have to be so aggressive and belittle me for nothing. You hate me, it's just that when I first came, I would have broken the spirit stone outside the salvation world. ”

Since he came to save the world, the disciples and elders of the sect have all treated him coldly and spoken ill of him. Ye Shen made mistakes first, and he didn't argue to reason with them, but no matter how good his temper is, there will always be a day when he runs out.

In this life, his mother has not changed much from the previous life, and before he died, he told him not to hold grudges, but it was a sentence that Xiao Shizun came out of thin air, which he remembered in his heart.

[Let's accumulate more virtue.] Don't even lose your reincarnation. ]

Indeed, he will accumulate virtue and do good.

A few years ago, he laid a foundation for practicing here, and after three years of going down the mountain to practice, while stabilizing the Tao, he occasionally helped the people do what he could, and made a good reputation outside. Anyone who knows him will affectionately call him "Daoist Ye, you are here".

I'm used to being a bad guy, and when I receive praise and praise for the first time, I still have a taste of joy in my heart.

Ye Shen, who didn't have much temper, bumped into his own master, and Ye Wan looked at him in astonishment: "Xiao Shen...... You say a few words. ”

"I'm just ......" couldn't be angry. Ye Shen snorted twice, and swallowed back the three words in the back.

Although he is the owner of the village, he is in charge of saving the world, from matters of human life to trivial matters, and his status is not lower than that of Congran. In addition, his cultivation is almost immortal, not only the people who save the world should respect him, but the people of the world should respect him for three points.

Except, of course, the arrogant and eccentric Demon Venerables.

A vicious person like Ye Shen is the most hypocritical monk who is not used to seeing himself as noble, and he can't wait to let these people with clean air and bones fall into the dust and be embarrassed. Only in this way can he experience all the hardships he has endured before, one life and two lifetimes.

Life after life.

Calmly didn't know what Ye Shen was thinking, his eyelashes inadvertently lifted the breeze that was not easy to rub shoulders. He is good-looking, with a pair of affectionate phoenix eyes on the bridge of his tall nose, but it is a pity that such a beautiful embryo can be beautiful for an infinite time.

He strolled over, glanced at the grass and trees beside him casually, and reached out to touch the young leaves of the branches: "It is forbidden to fight in the hundred gardens, you have injured my herbs, what should I do?" ”

"Okay, the deity will compensate you for him."

Outside the house, a woman's brisk voice came as she expertly pushed open the door, holding the Chinese herbs wrapped in a paper bag. Today's Ran is not used to wearing white clothes, and the dark clothes with a long sword are even more heroic. She usually doesn't smile, but she is calm, and even has a gentle smile in her eyes.

If Ye Shen hadn't known that they were brother and sister, he would have thought that Cong Ran liked to be calm.

"Just spoil him! Sooner or later, something will happen! Hurry up and get this troublesome spirit, and I'll have to deal with the mess you gave me. Calmly glanced at the things she was holding in her hand, ready to leave here, after thinking for a while, he was about to walk out of the hundred gardens, turned back halfway, picked up the medicine package that was resting on the stone table on the side, and faced Cong Ran, who was repairing the herbs with spiritual power, "Are you injured yet?" ”

The sparse golden light scattered in the air was swimming, curled up from Ran's fingers, as if he didn't expect to return calmly: "There are too many injuries, and it won't get better for a while." ”

"If you cherish it, you won't be ......," he calmly opened his mouth and lost his voice.

I won't make myself a wasted person.

Ye Shen and Ye Wan were holding a broom and sweeping the stumps and leaves on the ground. Ye Shen's mind was all on Cong Ran and Congrong, and he swept in one place for a long time without moving his position, until Ye Wan called softly two or three times before waking up the wandering person.

His cultivation was concealed, and the golden pill in the dantian was shrouded in a demonic aura. Cong Ran did seal his demonic energy, but forgot, if a person insists on entering the demon, even if the immortals go down to earth, they can't stop anything, let alone a mortal?

In the second year after leaving the salvation of the world, he almost lost himself and became a demon, but fortunately he was not bewitched by the demons and lost his mind.

Thankfully, his cultivation has only improved by leaps and bounds overnight, and he is the same as before. In order not to be discovered by Cong Ran, he pretended to be dull and unenlightened, as for the swordsmanship she taught...... I really can't understand it.

"Do you need to boil medicine?" Ye Shen was quickly busy with the things in hand, and he ran to them diligently to ask questions.

When Ye Shen learned that Cong Ran was not well, his first reaction was not distress but learned about an ordinary thing, in the main hall of the Demon Palace in his previous life, his little master was sick all day long, and at the end of autumn, he would always be infected with wind and cold.

"Go and help your master fry some herbs." Calmly opened the medicine package, took out a packet and handed it to Ye Shen, "Then prepare a candied fruit." ”

"Yes."

The medicine is heavy, and the amount of one pack is enough to eat three meals. Ye Shen didn't ask anything more, took the herb and went to the kitchen. As soon as I opened the herbal bag, the rich bitterness spread, stimulating the sense of smell and making it bitter to the heart.

No wonder the man was so afraid of hardship.

In his previous life, the most terrible thing was to let Cong Ran drink medicine, he was clearly terminally ill, and he refused to drink medicine in a chaotic consciousness. Later, someone bought osmanthus cake and tricked her into drinking medicine.

The corners of Ye Shen's mouth hooked slightly, he raised the fire with a smile, groped for the jar, grabbed the sugar osmanthus, felt that he was afraid that it was not enough, and grabbed the honey kumquat and put it in his pocket.

When he returned to Baihuayuan with the boiled medicine, how could he still be calm and Ye Wan? Only the girl in a black robe was lying on the table, holding a yellowed and burned small part of the paper in her hand, and her black hair poured down.

"Master, what are you looking at?" Ye Shen looked at her and said with a smile.

"You've never seen this sheet yet?"

Cong Ran sat up and looked at the steaming bowl on the table, and frowned slightly unconsciously. In her open eyes, her bright pupils swam slowly.

"I bumped into it by chance, I passed by it, I haven't seen it." Ye Shen's eyes flickered.

"How could you come to the human realm as a demon cultivator!"

Even if he sat there quietly, Cong Ran could give birth to a cold Zhuoran. The black eyes were as deep as a pool, looking at those eyes, Ye Shen seemed to be able to see through the slightest concealment.

He hung his head and put the compote on the side of the medicine bowl.

"Master, there is no record in the ancient books who made the Lingduoqin, I heard my aunt say that this thing was originally a thing of the demon race. It's not stealing, it's not robbing. ”

Cong Ran picked up the medicine bowl, drank it quietly, and then peeled off the sugar osmanthus and stuffed it into his mouth and said: "This is the ancient divine martial arts." ”

"Shizun is worried that the Demon Venerable will snatch this qin and unify the three worlds of the rivers and lakes?" Ye Shen added.

"That's the ......"

Seeing her hesitate, Ye Shen's heart sank suddenly, and he tugged at the fingers at the corner of his clothes and used some force: "Then, Shizun is suspecting that I am a fine work sent by the Demon Clan?" ”

The paleness of his fingertips and the slight tremor of his lips all proved that he was scared at this moment. Are you afraid that Ran will drive him away to save the world, or are you afraid that she will slap him to death directly here?

I'm afraid she'll be disappointed.

The evening breeze of late autumn blows on the body, and the cultivator should not be afraid of the cold, but the wind blows the leaves and deepens the bones. Every second and every minute, tormented to the point that even breathing was superfluous, and he blinked bitterly, like a sinner who had made a mistake waiting for the executioner's decapitation.

"If you are a teacher who is suspicious, you can't even enter the world if you beg for it." From Ran chewing the candied fruit, after the sweetness, the rest is a light medicinal bitterness.

That's just as well.

From Ran couldn't stand the bitter taste and had a headache: "Is there any preserves?" ”

"There is ......" Ye Shen took out the last piece of honey kumquat, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped.

"You remember to be a teacher, even if you doubt the world, people will not doubt you." From Ran throwing the sweet food into her mouth, she didn't say a few words vaguely, but Ye Shen heard it clearly, she said, "Today is over, don't talk about things like this, the details of saving the world haven't been found yet, this is already a windy wall." ”

She looked like she was going to send herself away.

Ye Shen preemptively said, "Master, do you want other important things for the apprentice to do?" ”

"Yes." From Ran Mo held the score, and then put it back in the bag.

The afterglow of the sunset always likes to elongate the shadow of people, Ye Shen was in the sunset light, and saw that there was pity in Ran's eyes, and his thin lips were lightly opened, and he heard her say: "You didn't draw it right that day, you are not an immortal above the nine heavens." ”

Draw?

Ye Shen's brain was short-circuited, and he was stunned for a long time, and then realized that what Cong Ran said was the painting that he had been bored from that day.

He originally wanted to paint landscapes, but after he put down the pen, every hook and horizontal was the person he was reading. is probably emotional, and when she draws her eyebrows, she will remember it so clearly and vividly.

Even the pupils mixed with the energy of overlooking all living beings are also drawn, which is appropriate for the Fuyao Immortal Monarch known to the world.

Ye Shen's voice was dull, like a sound from the vibration of his chest: "Master is like this in my heart, sacred and inviolable. ”

From Ran Yuton, as if she had heard a big joke, she raised her eyebrows, the tail of her eyes curved, and she didn't know that there was desolation behind her smile: "It's that you haven't seen the embarrassment of being a teacher, after all, you are not an immortal, how can you be delusional to become an immortal?" ”

He had seen all her gaffes, and he didn't care about a few more glances.

The winter solstice is approaching, and the days are the shortest. The red sun fell into the horizon, and it was dark, and the dim halo reflected on Cong Ran's face, dispelling her coldness a lot.

Ye Shen felt that the air around him was a little hot, he gently pulled off his collar, and silently picked up the candy paper and the medicine bowl that she had dismantled and threw on the table.

Then, as if enchanted, he stood up and was about to leave, repeating in a low voice: "No...... You have a chance to become an immortal. ”

Ye Shen ruined Cong Ran with his own hands.

It was he who dug up her golden pill and made her a waste, imprisoned in the Demon Palace and humiliated every day. If there is no devil like him in the world, it is estimated that everyone is much better.

The narrow peach blossom eyes became darker and darker, and the depths of Ye Shen's eyes were shocking scarlet. From Ran, I saw that he was about to bury his head in his chest, his lips were pursed lightly, and his eyebrows were slightly raised, looking lazy and casual, but there was a breath of contempt for the world.

She said something that Ye Shen didn't understand well: "My face is spent." ”

The latter stopped in slow motion, turned his head, and hid the confusion in his pupils, he raised his hand, awkwardly and funny to wipe his face, awkwardly wiped it two or three times, and was about to wipe it carefully again, when a confused voice came from his ears.

"Your painting that day, in addition to the difference in the image painting, followed by the face is also flowered, so that people can't see the facial features clearly." Her delicate face has no expression all the year round, and Ye Shen's perspective is not good, so she can only see her lips pursed, her eyelashes are thick and slender, covered with those dark eyes like ink, revealing a trace of coolness.

"Or maybe you're not drawing for a teacher, are you?"

From Ran suddenly raising her eyes, it was not difficult for Ye Shen to see her distracted self from her eyes, and somehow, she felt a little uncomfortable when she heard Xiao Shizun say this.

He couldn't help but explain: "It's you, it's you, and the painting is because the ink rolled up before it dried, pasted it on his face, and blackened his eyebrows." ”

"What are you nervous about?"

"I ......"

Ye Shen was asked incoherently, and he couldn't answer for a while.

In the years after Congran's death, his hatred didn't seem to be so strong, and when he was reborn and met her, the first thought he had was to run away, and he really didn't want to provoke her anymore.

As everyone knows, God's will makes people, so he almost slept in the same room as the little master.

"Senior brother just used the sound transmission array to say that he caught the corpse thief, does the master want to go and see it with the apprentice?" Ye Shen touched his nose, he didn't say anything, he thought he had said the wrong thing, so he said, "If you talk too much, retire first." ”

He is like a rat fleeing, he drills when he sees a crack, and he does not go to the main gate of the hundred gardens, but goes to the wrong door. As a result, before he could open the door, a white ball of hair fell from the sky, hit the bull's-eye, and fell on the top of his head.

"Something!" Ye Shen was so frightened that the bowl in his hand almost fell to the ground.

Mao Tuan screamed angrily: "I'm not something!" ”

Ye Shen took out one hand and grabbed it, took a look at it in front of him, and couldn't help cursing: "Why are you this hair removal thing again?" ”

Sable: "......"

It struggled for a while, and bit the back of Ye Shen's hand, someone who was in pain let go of his hand, it was able to escape, and hurriedly climbed on Cong Ran's shoulder: "Immortal Jun, the person who stole the corpse is Lin Yubin, Xie Fang said that he is a member of the Soul Killing Sect, but I think it is more like a ...... in the imperial capital city."

Ye Shen was stunned: "Who?" ”

Bai Mink quipped: "Yo, there are times when Daoist Ye, who knows nothing in the rivers and lakes, also doesn't know?" Then it felt a gaze wander over its body, and it pouted and said the man's name, "Duan Chengfeng." ”

"Isn't he long dead?" Ye Shen was shocked.

There was a man named Duan Chengfeng in the imperial capital of the imperial city. This person has a good record, but because he killed the traitor but did not kill him, he became the target of the court and secretly hid the thief girl, he was poisoned, his body was like a stiff wood, he couldn't argue, and he was framed by the court traitor and villain for several crimes and punished.

In the autumn of the twenty-sixth year of Jingguo, he was sentenced to cut off his bones, and died of blood, and his body was discarded in a mass grave and eaten clean by those birds and beasts.

The death is too miserable, many people are afraid that the ghost will return to the world, and those who judged him before his death are reluctant to say more.

Who knew that he once wore a military uniform and was heroic, like a branch and a tree, planted in the white water of Black Mountain, revealing the brilliance of glass all his life, defending the country. The dark and bottomless eyes were like a pool of deep water, so that the enemy had nowhere to breathe.

If Lin Yubin is Duan Chengfeng, he was weak in his previous life, so Ye Shen went to laugh at him, and now looking back, what are people thinking of him?

Annoying......

Bai Mink muttered, shaking his head: "General, whether it is the human realm, the god realm or the demon realm." The majesty in front of the people, the sad tears behind the back, don't be high-minded, everything is easy to discuss. ”