Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

ally it doesn’t matter.” 

“As long as you hold the Soul Refining Bead, I will never defy any of your orders.
I will never… hurt you.” 

He raised his head, a little smile on his pale and gloomy face.
His voice was a little unspeakable.
“Master, I am yours, my everything… is at your disposal.” 

“Shen Shu,” Ye Yunlan said seriously, staring at the young man, “You have to understand, we are now Master and disciple.
Between Master and disciple, there is never a relationship of being controlled and controlling.” 

“You can learn to rely on me without any cost.” He paused and added, “Occasionally, it doesn’t even matter if you are a bit headstrong and throw a tantrum.”

Shen Shu fixedly looked at him, then lowered his eyes, “Master treats me…so well.” 

Ye Yunlan didn’t know whether he understood or not. 

He sighed lightly in his heart, after all, Shen Shu was too deeply affected by his past experience. 

It is necessary to help Shen Shu get rid of the shackles of the demon puppet as soon as possible, and free Shen Shu from the part of him trapped in the Soul Refining Bead. 

In his memory, there was actually a way to lift the restriction on refining soul beads, but he lacked precious medicinal materials. 

That medicinal material was only found in the ancient ruins, but now it was still seven years away from the opening of the ancient secret realm. 

He had no way to tell Shen Shu in advance to give him vain hope. 

Ye Yunlan’s eyes were dark. 

The top priority now was to help Shen Shu get rid of the filthy energy in his body and lead him to the right path. 

“Shen Shu,” he said, “I will teach you a breathing technique.
Long-term practice can get rid of the filthy energy in your body.” 

He walked to the bookcase, took out a piece of paper, and wrote the method from his memory.
Then, he handed it to Shen Shu. 

“Read it first, then ask me if you don’t understand.”

Shen Shu didn’t take it. 

“What?” Ye Yunlan asked, raising his eyes. 

Shen Shu was silent for a while before he whispered, “Can Master read it to me first?” 

Ye Yunlan pondered for a moment. 

He was negligent. 

Shen Shu growing up in such an environment, how could he be literate? 

“Come here.” He whispered. 

Shen Shu obediently walked to him. 

“Sit on my lap,” he said. 

Shen Shu was taken aback.
A little red appeared on the tips of his ears, but Ye Yunlan didn’t notice it.
He only said, “Every morning from now on, follow me to learn to write letters for four hours.” 

“…Yes, Master.” 

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Shen Shu sat on Ye Yunlan’s lap.
The breath of the other party encircled him and their chest was pressed against his back, making him restless. 

The cold voice of the other party rang in his ears. 

“Do you know how to write your own name?” 

Shen Shu: “My name, is…Is it like this?” 

He held the pen and wrote a “Shu” on the paper. 

It looked a bit decent, but he was holding the pen in the wrong position, and the order of the strokes were completely wrong.
It was not like writing, on the contrary, it seemed like he was…drawing in a casual manner. 

Ye Yunlan glanced at the wooden sword on the side of the table, understanding something.

“You are really clever.” He said, holding Shen Shu’s wrist and adjusting his pen holding position, leading him to slowly write his name. 

“This word is Shen.
This word is Shu.
Shen is your surname, and Shu is your name.
This is your name.” 

At the moment when he was held by that pale, slender, jade-like hand, Shen Shu froze. 

Even the shadows under his feet were distorted for a moment. 

Ye Yunlan didn’t notice that he was strange, and led him to finish writing, then asked him: “Do you know how to write it now?” 

Shen Shu was silent for a while, then shook his head. 

Ye Yunlan patiently taught him again. 

This time, Shen Shu didn’t lose his focus.
Soon he was able to write his name smoothly. 

Seeing that he had learned it, Ye Yunlan wanted to teach him the chant on the paper, but he heard Shen Shu say: “I want to…learn the name of master.” 

He was slightly taken aback, a little softness appeared in his eyes.
He took Shen Shu’s hand to write the three words Ye Yunlan. 

“Master’s name… it looks really nice.” Shen Shu said hoarsely. 

Ye Yunlan laughed: “It’s just a name, there’s nothing good or bad about it.” 

“It’s pretty.” Shen Shu stubbornly said, “Is Master’s name given by Master’s family?” 

Ye Yunlan looked faded. 

“…I have no family.”

When he said this a vague and long figure appeared in his mind. 

That person was actually not similar to him.
His appearance followed his mother’s, but that person’s appearance followed his father’s.
He was extremely handsome and stern. 

That man was born with dazzling brilliance and was regarded as the young master by the whole family.
Yet, after he was born, he didn’t even have a name. 

Later, he had all his blood and power taken away, given to that man as a sacrifice.
This caused his eyes to go blind. 

But the man only condescendingly looked down on him and ordered the people to exile him to the mountains and the forests. 

Shen Shu: “Master?” 

Ye Yunlan quickly returned to his senses and skipped this topic. 

“It’s getting late, I’ll teach you the chant on the paper.” He held the young man’s hand, “study it carefully.” 

    ——

At night, the lights rustled in the air. 

Ye Yunlan sat reading under the lamp.
The candlelight flickered, and the fire made a crackling sound. 

He usually liked to read books about spiritual cultivation, but today was different. 

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Ye Yunlan looked down at the contents of the scroll. 

“Teachers, to dispel doubts in giving moral and practical instructions.

Students who are young and active have uncertain dispositions and may not walk the right path.
Teachers should not be lazy nor strict.
Strict, but neither angry nor harsh, nor lazy.
Not lazy and dedication, it will be fruitful…[Note 1]”

He pondered for a moment, lifted his pen, then left a note next to the page. 

The burning candle made a crackling sound.
The candlelight slowly became dim without him noticing. 

Most of the pages were turned over, and every page on it was smeared with ink marks. 

The handwriting in front of him suddenly became a little fuzzy.
Ye Yunlan stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.
He heard soft footsteps from outside. 

Shen Shu walked in, his hair was still moist.
It was obvious that he had just finished taking a bath, “Master, I have already heated the hot water for you.” 

Ye Yunlan: “En.
I’ll finish reading this paragraph.” 

Shen Shu stopped talking. 

He looked at the dim light in the room, took the candlue cutter, walked to him, and leaned over to cut off the excess wick. 

The two of them were staggered, and their shadows overlapped, forming a ball on the wall. 

The light became bright again, reflecting Ye Yunlan’s calm profile. 

Shen Shu took the paper with the chant written on it.
He sat on the chair on the side to look.

Time passed quietly. 

“Master, I just tried the technique you taught me to breathe and I can already do it smoothly!” 

Shen Shu suddenly said. 

He had a brisk tone, like a child sharing his joy. 

Ye Yunlan looked away from the book. 

It was rare for him to experience a bit of joy from it. 

Perhaps this is what it feels like to be a teacher he thought. 

“You did a good job.” His eyes were very soft under the light, “It’s late, go and rest.” 

“Master told me to rest, but Master is still reading.” Shen Shu said, “The hot water is going to be cold.”

Ye Yunlan whispered: “You go back to the room first, don’t wait for me.” 

Since Shen Shu was injured, he has been living in his house. 

In the bamboo building, Ye Yunlan lived alone, there were no other people.
He had to take care of Shen Shu’s injuries, so he simply let Shen Shu live with him. 

Shen Shu: “If Master doesn’t come, I won’t sleep.” 

Ye Yunlan said helplessly: “You…” 

A little indulgence was slowly revealed between his brows. 

He finally put down the scroll in his hand, got up and walked out of the study. 

The opened book lay quietly on the table, stopping on one of the pages. 

“To be a teacher, you need to uphold a heart of benevolence toward your disciple.
The benevolent is also virtuous, the lover is also compassionate, the master is also the father, the disciple, the son.
[Note 2] 

… 

A day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father for the master.