Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Luo Yuchu's incident was quickly found out, it was done by a disciple under her sect, because of this incident, her affairs were also dug out.

"I was forced to worship her as a teacher by Elder Luo. She also has a cellar dedicated to such things. I...I want to announce this to the world."

That's why he chose to prescribe medicine to Luo Yuchu at the martial arts competition, modify the formation in front of her door, and lead her into the boundary of Xianjianmen. Go crash this thing.

That disciple was probably stupid too, he was completely focused on his own words and didn't pay attention to the expression of the person above.

Listening to the statement of the disciple below, Gong Xiyuan frowned in thought, his fingers holding the porcelain teacup turned white.

"Okay, I see."

The disciple was originally kneeling on the ground, but when he heard his insipid words, he raised his head in a daze, bumped into those cold eyes, and suddenly lost his voice.

Suddenly, a strong coercion was exerted on him, almost crushing his bones and smashing his internal organs. He prostrated on the ground, vomiting blood continuously, leaving a sticky pool of blood on the wooden floor.

"Pass... the door..."

The people in the seat ignored him at all, and only increased the coercion exerted on him. The blood stained the skirt of his clothes, and he could almost hear the sound of the bones on his body breaking. .

In the end, he shrank on the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, his muddy body twitched constantly, the whites of his eyes rolled out, and blood gushed out of his mouth continuously, flowing down his chin, across his neck, or directly falling to the ground.

Gong Xiyuan was still not at ease, he held the sword, stepped in front of the disciple with a small groan, and slowly raised the sword.

"Zheng-"

A dart misses the sword he was pointing at his disciple.

"what are you doing?"

Gong Linglan stood in front of the door, glanced at his disciple and quickly turned his face away, frowning in disgust.

Hearing his voice, the disciple with a sliver of consciousness suddenly wailed as if asking for help: "Senior brother!"

After he shouted this, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood and passed out completely.

Gong Linglan and Gong Xiyuan looked at each other.

After a long time, Gong Xiyuan said, "When did you come?"

"When my father wanted to kill him."

Gong Xiyuan looked at the only son, with a handsome face and a tall and straight figure, but he always made people feel gloomy. He said: "I remember that this disciple is your younger brother."

Gong Linglan said: "It was newly accepted by Master a few years ago."

Gong Xiyuan nodded, his eyes shifted to that disciple, his voice was very light, and his tone was very light, "Your master also often said that this child is good, after all, she misjudged the person."

From an angle that he couldn't see, Gong Linglan clenched his fists tightly and took a long time to let go. Gong Xiyuan kept staring at the disciple, as if thinking whether to save his life.

"Lan'er, do you know?" Gong Xiyuan asked suddenly.

He thought that if this disciple knew about Luo Yuchu, then his son, who was the disciple's senior brother, might also know about it.

Once this matter got out, Luo Yuchu's reputation among the people would be ruined, and he wanted to protect Luo Yuchu.

Gong Linglan tilted her head, as if a little puzzled, "Know what?"

"It's nothing, the martial arts competition is still going on, you should go and see more."

"What about the younger brother?" Gong Linglan glanced at the unconscious disciple on the ground.

"I make up my own mind on this matter."

Gong Linglan lowered her eyes and bid farewell to his good father.

Before leaving, he glanced at the disciple again, his face was covered with blood, and the smell of blood was pungent.

Tsk, trash.

He walked out of Gong Linglan's residence, stared at the man in front of him fingering the lacquered wooden fan, and paused, "Elder Lonely."

Gu Baiye responded with a smile, called him over, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "I don't know how it feels to use my junior brother, little young master."

Say it, he grabbed Gong Linglan's wrist suddenly, and tapped his fingertips with the handle of the fan.

"Oh, the puppet silk hasn't been cleaned up yet, so what can I do if the headmaster sees it?"

Gu Baiye rubbed his nails lightly, as if lamenting and pity, "If the head knows that his son is hiding such an important matter from him..."

"Father will kill me if he finds out."

Gong Linglan shook off his hand, without the slightest fear of being caught, on the contrary, he was very sure that Gu Baiye would never tell the matter.

Gu Baiye and Gong Xiyuan have never seen eye to eye.

But at this moment, his mind was full of the disciple who was lying in a pool of blood, and the suspicion in Gong Xiyuan's eyes when he looked at him.

He didn't understand why, on the one hand, Gong Xiyuan could show that kind of look to his own son, and on the other hand, he was always protecting Luo Yuchu who was neither relative nor relative.

Even when she was young, in order to keep Luo Yuchu, Gong Xiyuan gave her his own son as his apprentice.

I have some guesses in my heart, but I dare not think deeply.

Gu Baiye was not annoyed, closed the lacquered wooden fan, and tapped him on the shoulder, "Who made you insist on touching Elder Luo, alas, the relationship between her and your father is not ordinary."

As he said that, he walked forward leisurely, deliberately leaving a suspenseful tail for Gong Linglan, so that he had to follow.

"What do you know?"

"Hey, come with me."

Gu Baiye took him to a gazebo, threw off the lacquered wooden fan and put it against his lips, then raised his hand to form a barrier, set the red clay stove in the center of the gazebo, and rolled up his sleeves to make tea.

"Come on, let's talk slowly."

The stove was chirping, and the bitter tea smell slowly dissipated as the water boiled. Gu Baiye sat on the stool and fanned the fire inside with the lacquered wood fan.

Gong Linglan leaned against the pillars of the pavilion, looking at the bright sun outside.

"Something is missing..." Gu Baiye murmured to himself, and suddenly, he snapped his fingers, and the originally transparent enchantment cover suddenly revealed a bamboo forest in the rain, the breeze was blowing, and the rain was dripping, accompanied by the lingering wind and rain.

"That's the flavor," he said.

Gong Linglan glanced at him, a little dissatisfied: "I'm not here with you for any charm."

"Young master, don't worry, I know those days are hard, but Elder Luo is a beauty that all ordinary men would miss."

Gong Xiyuan's eyes widened suddenly, staring at Gu Baiye almost in horror, "You..."

In the middle of his speech, he suddenly realized that he shook his sleeves and looked at the phantom rain curtain: "I don't know what you're talking about."

It is impossible for anyone to know!

Gu Baiye raised his eyebrows and looked at him, shook his head and smiled lightly, he didn't intend to argue with him on this issue, but concentrated on making tea.

The light touch of porcelain, the mixed sound of charcoal burning, accompanied by the sound of raindrops outside, is leisurely and clean, and the stagnant atmosphere seems to be relieved, with peaceful noises.

However, such a calm atmosphere is inexplicably depressing.

After a long time, Gu Baiye set up the porcelain tea set and poured the tea slowly, elegantly and skillfully, as if he had done it countless times, "I met Master Ye Xian a few days ago, he is a very good master."

Gong Linglan cast a glance at him, met his half-smile eyes, and frowned.

"The young master also hopes that his master will be like Immortal Master Ye."

A cup of seventy percent full tea floated in front of Gong Linglan, the tea turned red, reminding him of the disciple lying in a pool of blood, making him a little sick.

When he didn't take it, the teacup fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

"It seems that this tea is not to the young master's liking, why don't I make another pot?"

"No, I'm not here for tea."

"That's right, the young master came to ask me to clarify my doubts."

Gu Baiye took a sip of tea, tapped his folding fan on his knees, and said calmly, "Elder Luo is your father's best friend."

Gong Linglan didn't react too much, probably because he already had a guess about this matter, but now he only got confirmation from his mouth.

"Eh? So calm, then let me tell the young master one more thing. Your father is from the Cangsong sect, and your mother was killed by your father because she tried to kill Elder Luo many times."

Gong Linglan looked over abruptly, doubting whether his words were true or false, the man still had a light smile on his face, his thin lips parted slightly, but the words he uttered were so shocking.

When he was five years old, his mother went out and never came back, and at Gong Xiyuan's request, he asked Luo Yuchu to be his teacher.

On that day, hatred also arose.

"That's all I know. If you want to believe it, young master, you can believe it. If you don't believe it, then you can investigate it yourself. However, not many people know about what happened more than ten years ago, and those who knew it were solved by your father." ..."

"Then why are you still alive?"

"Me?" Gu Baiye narrowed his eyes and said, "Because Elder Luo is reluctant to let me die."

After finishing speaking, the smile on his face became more gloomy, as if he remembered something, his soft voice was covered by the sound of the surrounding rain, "I also walked out of her cellar..."

The next day, Gong Linglan gave Xianjianmen an explanation.

"Lu Chunyuan violated the sect's rules and changed the formation of the sect without permission, persecuted the elders of the sect, disrupted the order of the martial arts competition, and expelled from the sect..."

He picked Luo Yuchu clean, and blamed all the faults on that disciple, but when Xiao Yichun wanted to know the whereabouts of that disciple, Gong Linglan scribbled over it, and only asked: "Sect master Xiao, how do you like this?" Are you satisfied with the handling?"

Xiao Yichun nodded with a smile, and didn't say another word.

A few days later, Mo Yun, the protagonist of rebirth who had opened up, won the laurel crown without accident. After listening to the praises from several seniors, he walked to the side of the elders' seat and grabbed Ye Wuchen's sleeve.

"Master, I won!"

Ye Wuchen nodded: "Yes."

As expected, not a surprise at all.

Mo Yun looked up at him.

Ye Wuchen praised him helplessly: "Awesome."

"It's so perfunctory, Master."

Ye Wuchen glanced at him, then suddenly stuffed something into his mouth, "Then reward you with a pill."

As we all know, Buyuan Dan is sweet.

Mo Yun held the elixir in his mouth speechlessly, and said to himself, "It's okay to give a candy."

"Candy..." Ye Wuchen seemed to have thought of something, let Mo Yun stay where he was, got up from the teacher's chair, and walked in one direction.

After a while, Ye Wuchen grabbed his hand, asked him to spread out his palm, and put a handful of lactose on it.

Mo Yun calculated the time in his mind, ruled out the possibility of Ye Wuchen going to the market in person, and was a little curious: "Where did Master get the candy?"

"Elder Lang took it."

"Elder Lang?" Lang Luan's stern face immediately appeared in Mo Yun's mind, unbelievable, "Can he eat candy?"

"Yeah, Elder Lang likes sweets very much. He always carries some with him every day. When I first asked him for it, he was quite fierce. I'm not allowed to tell others about it."

Ye Wuchen glanced at Lang Luan amusedly, and almost couldn't laugh out loud after getting a fierce look.

After a long time, he felt baffled again, how could he know something that the original owner didn't know?

"Thank you, Master." Mo Yun swallowed the Buyuan Pill and began to stuff sugar into his mouth.

"No, as long as you like it."

Ye Wuchen took him to find a formation, and was about to send his own back, but a voice behind him stopped him.

He turned back, "Young Master Gong."

Mo Yun also turned around, smiled at the man, and continued to stuff sugar.

Ye Wuchen beside him saw the movement here, poked his bulging cheeks, frowned and reminded: "Don't eat so much at once, or your teeth will be glued off later."

"I'm afraid it will melt." Mo Yun looked up at the bright sun in the sky, "Also, this sugar is not sticky, if you don't believe me, try it, Master."

After Mo Yun finished speaking, he stuffed one into his hand, Ye Wuchen smiled, and looked at Gong Linglan over there: "What can you do with me?"

Gong Linglan lowered her eyes, she didn't know what she was thinking, she raised her head suddenly after hearing his question, the corners of her mouth were raised, her two shallow pear holes were eye-catching, she looked cute and cute.

"After leaving the Bingling Secret Realm, I didn't expect to see Immortal Master Ye, so I couldn't help but yelled."

Ye Wuchen smiled lightly: "How could this be unexpected? Since I have accepted apprentices, I will naturally come to the martial arts tournament."

"Haha, it's also..." Gong Linglan scratched her head, her eyes fell on his white gauze, and her smile deepened: "But why does the immortal master wear a bamboo hat?"

"This……"

"Master, I'm afraid of the sun." Mo Yun said a little vaguely with lactose in his mouth.

Ye Wuchen nodded.

"Ah, it's very sunny." Gong Linglan raised her head, smiled and said, then lowered her eyes and said, "Then I won't bother the immortal master."

Ye Wuchen looked at him, and suddenly said: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Gong Linglan paused, not intending to hide anything.

"This is all seen by the immortal master."

"Is it because of the martial arts competition?" Ye Wuchen glanced at Mo Yun who was trying to chew the lactose next to him, and felt his cheeks were a little sore.

He was praying that Gong Linglan must not become enemies with Mo Yun because of this matter, otherwise the life of the future heroine would be in danger.

"No, it's just a personal matter."

"It will be fine." Ye Wuchen handed over the lactose that Mo Yun gave him, "Candy?"

Mo Yun turned his head abruptly, and stopped chewing, staring at Ye Wuchen's outstretched hand, his gaze was like a torch.

Gong Linglan was stunned for a while, then involuntarily took the piece of candy, put it in her mouth, bit off the layer of corn paper wrapped outside, and the milky fragrance overflowed.

"Thank you Master Immortal, it's delicious."

"nice! You love it."

Mo Yun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but sadly found that his teeth were stuck, he quickly grabbed Ye Wuchen's sleeve, and asked for help with his eyes.

Ye Wuchen was a little speechless, "Are you a pig?"

Looking at their interaction, Gong Linglan felt inexplicably bitter——Master Ye Xian is really a good person, if only he had been worshiped as his teacher back then.

They each went back to the room, Ye Wuchen saw that Mo Yun was about to burst into tears, he rubbed his face speechlessly and helplessly, "I told you not to eat too much."

"Um..."

Ye Wuchen couldn't help laughing, the child ate more than a dozen of them at a time, filling his mouth completely, and now he was stuck in sugar, he couldn't even open his mouth.

After finally getting him to open his mouth, and seeing him chewing hard, Ye Wuchen said: "Let's throw up."

Mo Yun shook his head.

Ye Wuchen had no choice but to let himself compete with the sugar in his mouth.

For a long time, Mo Yun rubbed his face, wanting to cry but no tears, and wanted to complain to Ye Wuchen, but just as he walked to the soft couch, Ye Wuchen got up quickly and rushed out the door.

Didn't even say hello.

Mo Yun was stunned for a moment, and followed directly.

Something must have happened.

A large group of disciples surrounded the Huai'an platform, and there was a dense crowd, accompanied by whispered conversations, the whole scene looked chaotic.

Standing in the center is a man wearing a mask with gold patterns on a white background. He is dressed luxuriously, with gold and dragon patterns painted on it. The hem of his white clothes sweeps the floor, and a jade pendant with beads and tassels hangs on his jade-colored waistband, which is elegant and gorgeous.

His slender fingers dragged his chin, a pair of purple eyes under the mask scanned the surrounding people, and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I seem to have lost my way."