Sick Beauty [Rebirth] Chapter 33

Chapter 33 Life’s Path 

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The moonlight was like water. 

Ye Yunlan no longer looked at Chen Weiyuan. He only calmly said to Xu Qingyue: “Daoist Xu, we seem to have never met before.” 

Xu Qingyue laughed, “Daoist Ye has never seen me before, but I have seen you…and I have seen your sword.” 

Ye Yunlan: “You have seen me and my sword? So what?” 

His tone was really cold, but Xu Qingyue seemed to be unaware of it. His face was still smiling and his eyes were extremely clear and brilliant. 

He was a more outstanding beauty than Rong Ran. He was remarkable. 3 points because of appearance, while seven points because of his tolerance and attitude.

Although Rong Ran was gentle and elegant, he appeared fake, a bit less vivid and lively. Xu Qingyue had a clear temperament. When he looked at people, he had an unconcealed clarity in his eyes, which was very direct. 

It made people want to catch all the stars in the sky for him. 

Xu Qingyue: “I am a sword cultivator like fellow daoist .”

Ye Yunlan: “Yes.” 

“Among sword cultivators, admiring other’s swordsmanship, isn’t it common to want to associate with them?” Xu Qingyue said seriously. 

Ye Yunlan: “I’m just a mortal with a sullen cultivation base. How can I be able to enter the eyes of this daoist.” 

“The level of sword dao is never based on cultivation.” Xu Qingyue shook his head, “I like your sword.” 

As he said this, he raised his eyebrows and smiled brightly.

He slowly drew out the long sword from his back and laid it in front of him. He flicked his fingers and the sword sounded loudly and pleasantly. “This sword is made of immortal cold iron, its name is Promise. It weighs more than a thousand catties. It has the ability to break yin and yang. Listen to it’s voice, it also likes you very much.” 

His two “likes” in his mouth made Chen Weiyuan’s eyebrows jump slightly. 

Sword cultivators who want to meet and make friends are usually more direct than ordinary people. Usually they would show their goodwill through their sword, then if the other party approves, everything else will be a lot smoother.

Ye Yunlan was a sword cultivator, but no sword cultivator in his previous life dared to get acquainted with him. And in this life, except for his disciple, he does not intend to associate with anyone. 

He quietly looked at Xu Qingyue a few times, then slowly pulled out his sword out of the scabbard. 

“This sword has the name queying.” 

Xu Qingyue praised: “The cold light is lonely and the edge is hidden. We sword cultivators have a common saying that a person is like their sword and their sword is like the person. I once saw fellow daoist show off his sword at the foot of Tianchi Mountain. I feel that fellow Daoist should be a lone person with a sword. At that time, I had reverence in my heart and wanted to get acquainted with fellow Daoist .” 

Ye Yunlan said coldly, “That’s because you were only watching at the time, but you never really faced my sword.” People who have actually faced his sword will not say such things as “had reverence in my heart”. They would only feel fear and disgust. They would treat him like a ghost and avoid him out of fear. 

Xu Qingyue blinked, a little puzzled, “What do you mean fellow Daoist?” 

Ye Yunlan looked at him quietly. 

The night wind blew his robe. 

He raised his sword and pointed it at Xu Qingyue. 

Xu Qingyue suddenly realized that the person in front of him had changed. 

If it was said that the other party had carried alienation and coldness that was inaccessible to others. Now, they had revealed their coldness and murderous intent that could hurt people’s bones. 

He looked like a soul coming out of the yellow springs of h*ll, with countless blood and bones under his feet. The deepest, purest death condensed on the tip of his sword. 

Instinctively, he used his own sword intent to resist. Sweat ran along Xu Qingyue’s white cheeks and cold sweat oozed from his back. 

He felt his sword hand shaking. 

Blood flowed vigorously in his body. 

Is it because of fear? 

He thought, no, not only that. 

Although he was born with a good appearance, Xu Qingyue was born with little perception of beauty and ugliness. 

Not only to himself, but also to others.

It’s just that at this moment, looking at Ye Yunlan’s pale face, with the other party’s cold murderous intent locked on him, it was as if he was being stared deeply by a ghost in the yellow springs of h*ll. 

He felt terrified, but at the same time, for the first time in his life, he saw a kind of thrilling beauty. 

…Enveloped by death and nirvana, he was shocked.

The sword in Xu Qingyue’s hand fell to the ground. 

On the side, Chen Weiyuan frowned. He walked up to support him, worriedly calling: “Qingyue .” 

Xu Qingyue did not answer. He gently pushed Chen Weiyuan away and squatted down to pick up the sword on the ground. 

Ye Yunlan had retracted the tip of his sword. Queying Sword lay in his palm, letting out a sorrowful cry. 

Queying couldn’t bear the sword intent he released. Over the years, he had been consciously controlling himself. Even if he was insulted by Nan Gongqing’s verbal insults at that time, the sword intent he released was less than thirty percent of his ability. 

It’s just that maybe it was because of meeting Chen Weiyuan that caused the hostility in his heart to rise, the sword intent he released just now was eighty to ninety percent.

Xu Qingyue not being able to bear it was normal. Maybe like this, the other party may not want to be entangled with him anymore. 

“Shen Shu, let’s go.” 

He placed the sword back into its sheath and said to Shen Shu beside him. 

Shen Shu: “Master’s sword intent is so powerful.” 

Ye Yunlan’s eyebrows were a little looser, “If you practice hard, you will be able to become like Master.” 

Shen Shu looked at this person’s appearance.

He had always known that his master was not as weak as his appearance. In the past few years he had practiced his sword, he had gradually realized that his master’s ability to possess such a sword intent cannot be achieved by peaceful practice. In the years before he became his disciple, how many hardships did his master experience before he could comprehend death and nirvana like this? The understanding of the way of destruction was so deep that he felt distressed thinking about it.

He wanted to embrace him and protect him from the wind and rain, but now was not the time. 

He whispered: “…Yes.” 

“Daoist Ye, please wait a moment.” When Ye Yunlan was about to leave, he heard Xu Qingyue’s slightly hoarse voice. 

He turned to look, and saw Xu Qingyue’s red eyes. It seemed to be filled with mist and an unusual light. 

“This Daoist’s swordsmanship is superb. Qingyue knows that he is far inferior to that of fellow Daoist.” Xu Qingyue said. He hesitated for a moment, then clasped his sword and fist, “If possible, Qingyue has a presumptuous request.” 

He bowed deeply, “Please fellow Daoist, accept me as a disciple.” 

Chen Weiyuan’s expression changed. 

“Qingyue, you are Tanqing Sect’s disciple, even more is the fact that you are a member of the Xu Clan. How can you casually ask to be another’s disciple?” 

“Tanqing Sect is good at medical knowledge, very few people there cultivate the sword. My sword techniques were all developed through my own pondering and cultivation. It’s just, the sword dao is a long distant path. It is easy to be overly subjective and disregard the outside world.” Xu Qingyue insisted, “Although I am a disciple of the Tanqing sect, it is just a name. I often feel incompatible with the sect. If Daoist accepts me as a disciple, I can leave my sect at any time. I will follow you to cultivate in the Eastern Continent. My father has always supported me in practicing the sword, so he will understand.” 

Shen Shu’s expression also changed. 

Even though he didn’t want to admit it, Xu Qingyue in front of him was indeed very good-looking. He also said that he was willing to leave his sect for his Master and follow his Master to the Eastern Continuent—but he heard Ye Yunlan speak: “In this life, I will not take another disciple again. Shen Shu is my only disciple. Fellow daoist, please return.”

Xu Qingyue was anxious, “Daoist Ye, I sincerely beg for it–” Ye Yunlan stopped speaking. 

When Xu Qingyue wanted to say more, Chen Weiyuan took his hand and murmured, “Qingyue, don’t continue to be rude.” 

Xu Qingyue was startled. After a long while, after feeling Ye Yunlan’s sword intent, his unstoppable surge in his heart eased over. 

Since cultivating as a child, everything had gone smoothly for him. He had never encountered anyone’s rejection. He raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Yunlan’s cold expression, only to realize that him taking the liberty to visit had made the other party fed up with him.

He didn’t know what to do. He was silent for a while, then finally suppressed his mood and opened the green pill box in his hand. 

The pill box contained a green pill, surrounded by a light green energy as if it contained endless vitality. 

“Daoist Ye, this is the best vegetation rejuvenation pill. It has the effect of nourishing meridians and rejuvenating dead wood.” Xu Qingyue said softly, his eyes were still a little red. He didn’t know if he was just scared by the sword intent or was he feeling wronged. However, his voice stabilized, “Regardless of whether Daoist is willing to accept me as a disciple, please accept this medicinal pill. Daoist’s cultivation is lost. Perhaps this pill will help Daoist’s injury… This is the reason why Qingyue came here, you don’t need to think about the other things.”

Ye Yunlan lowered his eyes to look at the pill in his hand, “This pill is unnecessary. My injury cannot be healed by an ordinary pill.” 

“Then what method can heal the injuries of fellow daoist? I will find it for you.” Xu Qingyue insisted, “I will not ask fellow daoist to accept me as a disciple. I only hope that fellow daoist will give me a few pointers in the sword dao.”

Ye Yunlan did not answer Xu Qingyue’s question, he only said: “My sword dao is not for you.” He understood that Chen Weiyuan’s best friend in his previous life was originally a sword craze. 

Towards this person obsessed with swordsmanship, his attitude was a little less indifferent. “Your sword is pure, but you lack perseverance and fierceness. Experience more than your mundane experience. Another hundred years and you will reach inferior immortalization.” 

Xu Qingyue was startled. He realized that Ye Yunlan was giving him pointers. He bowed his head, “Thank you…Thank you for your advice.” 

Ye Yunlan nodded lightly: “It’s not early. I still have to teach my disciple. Daoist Xu, let’s not meet again.”

Xu Qingyue was at a loss, but did not urge him to stay.

The two figures, master and disciple, gradually moved away and disappeared on the path of the Moon Shadow Wall. 

From beginning to end, Ye Yunlan never looked at Chen Weiyuan next to him. 

As if he didn’t exist.

This is the first time Chen Weiyuan has been ignored in his life. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the two figures walking away. 

“Senior Brother Chen, is there really no way to heal his injuries?” Xu Qingyue was silent for a long time before speaking again. The topic was still focused on the person just now. 

Chen Weiyuan frowned slightly: “Not necessarily.” 

After that, before Xu Qingyue could speak, he used his fingers to calculate the other party’s fortune. 

But only saw a haze. 

This shouldn’t be. 

He tentatively caclulated again, but suddenly felt a suffocating feeling in his chest. His throat had a sweet, rusty taste emerging from it. 

Chen Weiyuan swallowed the blood in his mouth. 

This is the backlash that can only be caused by forcing the calculation of things that are not suitable for calculation. 

Perhaps it was because the other party’s cultivation level was far superior to him, or perhaps it was because this person had something to do with him. 

Logically, he should stop at this moment. 

He pondered for a moment, but he seemed to have a premonition in the midst of it, that he must know the answer today. 

So he no longer hesitated. He consumed the power of his bloodline and used the secret method of his clan to perform calculations again. 

This time, in the unpredictable mist, there was a dim response. 

Chen Weiyuan’s fingertips stopped in the void, there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes. 

The other party… was actually his destined dao companion. 

It was clear that ten years ago, when he calculated his future dao companion, Xu Qingyue was pointed to as his fate.

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