Master, please stop accepting disciples

Tonight, light wind, no moon.

Longmian Mountain was as quiet as ever, and the branches and leaves in the forest were intertwined. Looking from a distance, there were many ghosts and shadows inside, and it was the moment when demons danced wildly inside.

The night fog gradually rose, covering the surroundings with a layer of thick white. In a pool on Longmian Mountain, the lake water suddenly boiled, and water vapor continuously emerged, steaming up.

A red-clothed ghost stood by the pool, with a ghostly look, and a corpse exactly like him was leaning against a rock at his feet.

Li Gui floated in the air, dressed in a gorgeous red dress, almost dripping blood, and he was still a boy.

This young man has a beautiful appearance, with a charming look between his eyebrows and eyes, and his every move is full of charm, but he has a pair of clear eyes, and his whole body perfectly blends innocence and charm. Wearing a red dress, such a bright color made his skin white as snow.

If he wasn't covered in blood all over his face.

The reason why Li Gui stood still was because he was staring at a silver-haired boy standing on the lake.

The boy's silver hair hangs down his waist, and the ends of his long hair are tied together with a headband. The upper body and shoulders of the black clothes are embroidered with complicated patterns of gold silk, spreading all the way to the chest. The sides make the boy look noble and elegant.

His appearance is also very good, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, but his facial features are extremely sharp and heroic, so that people will never confuse his gender, especially when you look at him with a pair of golden pupils, you will feel that you are being attracted by Canyang It was burning, and he hurriedly looked away, as if looking at him one more time was blasphemy.

The silver-haired boy stepped on the water with both feet, surrounded by white mist, and his face was indifferent. He walked towards the red-clothed ghost in a leisurely manner, and every step was precise:

"I ask you, are you willing to form a bond with me?"

Like a god who knows nothing about the world.

After the silver-haired boy came out, Li Gui's eyes, which were dyed red by the hostility, moved, and the ghost's aura immediately evaporated.

One person and one ghost looked at each other with affection, as if they could last forever.

Isn't there something wrong with this scene?

There are many things that are wrong. For example, if you have seen a certain traveler here, and he happens to have watched a certain anime, he will definitely answer reflexively:

"If you don't sign, get out."

In fact, if this red-clothed ghost knew everything that happened later, he might really wish to travel back and slap himself at that time. However, it is a pity that even if he died, he was still a face-controller, so he couldn't bear it. injustice.

Who is this silver-haired boy?

In Li Gui's eyes, this silver-haired boy appeared inexplicably, and was able to stand on the lake out of thin air, which was miraculous.

And for the silver-haired boy, he—

I can finally get out of this damn place.

It was fate that the two met.

The real body of the silver-haired boy is not like this. The human mentality is just a form in which he came to this world. For this world, his duty is to promote the development of the plot.

His current name is Mo Yang, but his real name is 347.

Well, 347, a hard-working intelligence.

347 is different from the system in the ordinary book.

The system in Chuanshu novels always forces its host to complete the task, and in the end kills the host, changing the plot along the way is a joy.

After experiencing several such systems that finally brought the whole world to collapse, the 347-type system was born, or in other words, it is better that intelligence was born.

These intelligent tasks will not be like the previous stupid system, personally leading the host to change the plot so that mom doesn't know it, but responsible for arranging all the things that should exist before the plot starts.

For example, sect; for example, secret realm.

In this way, it will not interfere with the actions of the protagonist, but at the same time can improve the whole world. This is the ideal system.

And 347 came to this world, his main task was to establish the sect.

Now in this world where the protagonist is being bred, there are sects, big and small, but they are not successful, and even the underworld and the white way are blurred. In order for the protagonist to be born in a thousand years, 347 must transform the prototype of the sect within a few hundred years. build up.

But today, in this place that has not been inhabited all year round, finally, half an hour ago, someone died here and turned into a ghost.

Miraculously, when this ghost was just taking shape, the system panel that had not been seen for a long time suddenly started a task, and Mo Yang was forced to wake up from the pool and appeared in front of the ghost.

For Hehuanzong, is this ghost really capable?

Mo Yang stared at the red-clothed ghost who was inexplicably shy in front of him, and thought.

There were thousands of twists and turns in his heart, but Mo Yang didn't show it on the surface, adhering to the idea that the system panel would not go wrong, he stretched out a hand, and said in a cold tone:

"I can bring you back to life, but you need to bond with me and give me your hand."

The red-clothed ghost's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he covered his face with his sleeve in embarrassment, gently pinching the corner of his sleeve with his orchid fingers, and faltered:

"Are you that Molong?"

Half an hour ago, he fell headfirst on the rock and died, but he didn't expect that shortly after he turned into a ghost, he was so angry that he was about to roll up his sleeves and go back to kill the group of people who were chasing and killing him, when the pool in front of him moved:

The water pattern is centered on the center of the lake and spreads slowly.

In the next second, an ink-colored figure broke through the water immediately, and crystal water splashed up and splashed all over the ground, as if it had rained.

Li Gui couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear in astonishment, looked up at the thing breaking out of the water from the depths of the pool, and almost lost his breath——

The thing that came out of the water had black scales, long horns, golden animal pupils, and white mane. Its lines were graceful and smooth like a landscape painting. Its five sharp claws shone coldly in the dark night, and a pearl hung under its jaw.

In the jade abyss, Lilong is panning, with a pearl under his jaw.

It turned out to be an ink dragon!

The black dragon bent slightly, and the golden pupil stared at the red-clothed ghost who had just formed by the pool, and asked:

"You said, you are not reconciled?"

The ethereal voice gradually spread above the distant and empty pool, and the ethereal voice seemed to come from the farthest fairyland in the sky, calming the restless heart of the ghost.

Immediately, white mist rose up, covering Mo Long's huge figure.

A gust of mountain wind blew by, and after the white mist dissipated, Li Gui saw a silver-haired boy who could stand on the water.

"Gudong"

The red-clothed ghost quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, peeped at Mo Yang from his sleeve, and coyly said:

"How old is my brother, do you have a family?"

Mo Yang twitched the corners of his mouth and shook his outstretched hands, so he kindly reminded:

"Your body isn't cold yet."

"hate~"

The red-clothed ghost cast a wink, "Sometimes it is better to be dead than to be alive~~ What's so good about my resurrection, why not talk to my little brother~~ I don't know what posture my little brother likes? You can enjoy the bliss oh."

"……"Hopeless.

The villain in Mo Yang squatted in the corner with a sad face for a while, and realized that he was really a rookie, and human beings were really scary.

After thinking about it carefully, he realized that he had no success in recruiting disciples, so Mo Yang decided quite straightforwardly not to struggle anymore, and was going to go back to sleep until he met someone who was much stupider than the ghost in front of him, before coming out.

"Why are you leaving, little brother?"

Just when Mo Yang was about to lower his hand, suddenly his fingertips felt cold, and something cold grabbed his falling hand.

When Mo Yang raised his head, he saw the bloody ghost approaching him with a smile, holding his hand, and said:

"Brother, don't go~~ I didn't say no to sign."

At night, this grimace is really quite impactful when viewed up close.

After staring at Li Gui for a while, Mo Yang nodded and said, "Okay."

In the next second, a bit of spiritual power was transmitted between the touching palms of the two.

After a while, after the two separated, the ghost in red curiously saw a cinnabar mole in his translucent palm, and poked it curiously, while Mo Yang——

He racked his brains to calculate the signing with various algorithms, trying to figure out who actually made the money.

Mo Yang finished digesting the memory of the ghost in red in his mind, and knew that the ghost in front of him was named Yanchi, and he was a male favorite of Yangu not far from Longmian Mountain. Because he didn't want to die, he stabbed another of the owner of Yangu The male pet stabbed him, and was chased here. After hiding for three days and three nights, he accidentally bumped his head against a stone and died on the way to escape.

After watching all this, Mo Yang turned his head and asked a certain ghost who happily turned into a windmill without a word:

"Do you have no hobbies other than sex/love?"

Although he is a system with few human emotions, watching "love action movies" and so on, he will appreciate them from a rigorous and scientific point of view, but, inexplicably, Mo Yang still has a premonition that this ghost will be the key to his career. A challenge for -

"Hate!"

The ghost in red said coquettishly, "Isn't this a good hobby? How comfortable it is."

Hearing such straightforward words, Mo Yang panicked for a moment. He twitched the corner of his mouth and said:

"It's up to you. I have already made a contract with you, and the cinnabar mole on your palm is the sign of the contract. Next, please give me your advice."

The red-clothed ghost covered his lips with his sleeves, his brows and eyes curved: "I'm in Xiayanchi, I don't know how to address my benefactor~~"

The word "Engong" is called a thousand times, gentle and lingering.

Trembling, Mo Yang inexplicably got goosebumps all over his body. He looked at Yan Chi floating in the air strangely, put his hands on his chin and thought for a while, and said:

"Call me Master."

[Ding dong, the system prompts:

·Create a sect·,

Martial Art: Acacia Sect

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The author has something to say: open a hole.

note:

1. Master Shou, Shou is slightly heartthrob, has a white moonlight plot, but each of the apprentice cp has its own, Mo Yang usually runs away after teasing, just pick it up, most of the later apprentices will know Mo Yang's vest, Shura field is not Shura Field No Spoilers

2. Mo Yang is just cold, not particularly cold, because he is intelligent, so sometimes he has no integrity, and he doesn’t know what’s going on

3. There is no multi-function plus talker system, the system is just a panel

4. Gong likes to flirt, and comes out later

5. If you like it, please collect it