Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

ers and pushed open the gate of the bamboo building. 

No one had been there for some days, so a thin layer of dust had accumulated on the ground.
When the door was opened, the wind that accompanied brought up the dust that immersed in the warm yellow sunlight, floating.
It was the changing of time of more than three hundred years. 

This was the first time Ye Yunlan has returned to his residence after being reborn. 

The furnishings inside were unfamiliar and familiar.
He could vaguely see the traces of his life back then. 

When he was in Sky Sect, he stayed here for most of his years. 

He walked in and Shen Shu followed behind him.
The wind chimes on the door made a crisp sound. 

The furnishings inside the house were very simple.
There wasn’t a bamboo screen outside.
Stepping inside, it was raised one step, and the floor was covered with wood.
There was also a low table in the middle with some tea sets. 

To the left was the study room, with a row of bookshelves on the wall, neatly lined with books.
On the table, there were many stacks; pens, ink, paper and inkstone were scattered around, as well as an oil lamp. 

Further inside was the bedroom with an ordinary carved bed next to the wall.
A mirror table was by the window, with something lying on the table. 

Ye Yunlan paused in his footsteps and walked over.
He saw a silver mask and a letter.
The letter said “To my dear Ah Lan”. 

He picked up the mask, a cold touch came from his fingertips. 

This mask was meticulously crafted.
The complicated and elegant lines were like vines twisting around each other, revealing a strange beauty, much more delicate than the masks he had worn before. 

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He looked down for a moment, then turned around and handed the mask to Shen Shu: “Throw it away for me.” 

Shen Shu: “Throw it away?” 

“Just find a place to bury it.” 

Shen Shu didn’t ask anything.
He just nodded, took the mask and went out. 

Ye Yunlan opened the letter on the desk. 

The letter was a thick stack.
The paper recalled memories. 

He looked down at a few lines.
Before he finished reading, he walked to the study, lit the oil lamp, and burned the letter. 

He opened the window of the study room to ventilate.
The light from his eyes fell on a guqin hanging on the wall.

When he first entered the sect, he didn’t know how to play the guqin.
But Rong Ran said he wanted to listen, so he learned.

Before the secret realm matter happened, Rong Ran would often give him music scores he wanted to hear and he would learn them one by one.
Most of which were love songs such as Feng Xiwu and Xiangsi Yin.
He couldn’t play the lingering affection within it, but Rong Ran had always preferred that. 

Later, Rong Ran stopped asking him to play for him, so he just played for himself. 

In fact, he didn’t like songs that were too touching.
Instead, he preferred more elegant and tranquil ones.
Ones like flowing water and high mountains, or like the clear breeze or bright moon. 

He once played such a tune to Rong Ran, but Rong Ran didn’t like it. 

Chen…that man didn’t like him playing the qin either.
He had said that his qin sound was too lonely and difficult to get close to. 

Only the Demon Lord did not hate it.
No matter what he played, he would like to listen. 

Especially… when he received the backlash of the Nine-turn Celestial Demon body. 

The cultivation of the celestial demon body was secretive and treacherourous.
It required one to gather evil thoughts and grievances in the world.
Among the demon sects, countless demon cultivators had gone mad and lost their humanity due to the practice of this method. 

Because the risk was too great, the Celestial Demon Refining Method was regarded as a forbidden technique.
Every cultivator was pursued and killed by both the Demon Sect and the Immortal Dao Sect if they practiced it. 

For thousands of years, only the Demon Lord had practiced it to great success.

But in spite of this, the Demon Lord would still be backlashed by grievances and evil thoughts. 

At that time, the Demon Lord would lose all his reasoning.

The Soul Refining Sect was once slaughtered by the Demon Lord overnight because of a rebellious word from their disciple.
Since then, the Soul Refining Sect was removed from the Demon Sects. 

Therefore, when the night of the full moon approached and the Demon Lord summoned him, everyone looked at him with pity. 

They all thought he would be cruelly abused. 

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Only he knew that the Demon Lord was asking him to play the qin again. 

He knelt down in the hall and played the qin. 

The Demon Lord sat on the high seat and stared at him. 

The cyan torch at the side of the wall burned, making a faint sound.
He couldn’t see the look of the person opposite who was wearing that terrifying, dark ghost mask. 

The moon gradually hung high in the sky, and countless shadows began to twist within the hall.
Demons and monsters spread, while ghosts and shadows flickered in a sinister way. 

In the terrifying and strange scene, only the space half a foot around him, was there still clear peace.

He was used to this.
He bowed his head and played the qin.

Most of the time, after half the night had passed by, those distorted shadows would gradually disappear.
Once the first ray of sun shone in the early morning, the Demon Lord would use a low, tired voice to let him go back. 

However, occasionally, when he lowered his head to stroke the qin, he would be hugged by the Demon Lord from behind.
The twisted shadows on the ground would climb all over, entangle his limbs, and slide nimbly into his clothes. 

The Demon Lord’s hand would pass through his hair, hold his throat, and slowly caress it.
He would tremble constantly because of those things.
At those moments, he could only raise his head and make a low voice

…After that, he was forced to lie down on the qin, his black hair spread out, and the knuckles on the qin white. 

The moonlight coldly shone into the hall, and the distorted shadows of the entire hall fell on him.
He and the Demon Lord were sinking into the shadows.
Only the bright white qin was shining with the moonlight.
It reflected the dark red eyes of the Demon Lord that seemed to have deposited countless blood. 

The strings made a messy sound, echoing in the hall. 

This qin was made by the Demon Lord.
He went to Xuantian Mountain to fetch the ancient spirit wood, went to the extreme north to catch Ten Thousand Year old Ice Silkworms, then he drew fire from the ninth heaven.
He made it just for him.

The name of the qin was “Moonlight”. 

The door suddenly creaked, it was Shen Shu who was back. 

Ye Yunlan recovered from his thoughts. 

He turned around and saw Shen Shu walking in with a wooden bucket full of water in his hand.
A worn-out hand towel was placed on the rim of the bucket.
After entering the house, Shen Shu put down the wooden bucket, picked up the towel, and helped him wipe the dusty tables and chairs. 

Ye Yunlan was startled, he whispered: “Shen Shu, you don’t have to do this for me.” 

Shen Shu only said: “I will help the Immortal Lord clean the house, Immortal Lord…is there any reward for me?” 

Those eyes looked brightly over.
He seemed to have completely forgotten the rejection of his apprenticeship. 

He seriously had a child’s mentality. 

Ye Yunlan’s heart softened.
His eyes fell on the guqin hanging in the study. 

He walked over, held the qin in his arms, and said softly, “Shen Shu, do you want to listen to the qin?”