Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Using the teleportation array to take Qingjun to the wing, Ye Wuchen was about to go back, but he stopped him.

Qingjun asked: "Aren't you curious about my name?"

Since the two met, they have been talking about the system, and they haven't talked about each other's identity at all, and Ye Wuchen doesn't seem to care at all.

Ye Wuchen was really not curious, but in order not to disappoint Qing Jun, he still said: "Then what's your name?"

"Mr. Qing."

"It sounds good."

The person in front of him was wearing a bamboo hat, so he couldn't see his expression, but Qing Jun was somehow able to make up the smile on the corner of the person's mouth, and his brows and eyes were gentle.

Not to mention, Mo Yun has a good eye.

Ye Wuchen went back to the house and looked at the rattan rabbit that was two palms in size. It was a hollow rabbit inlaid with two scarlet jade stones. It was light in the hand and could be used as an ornament.

Well, his protagonist is really versatile.

Ye Wuchen stared at the rabbit for a while, then went to bring back Mo Yun who was squatting on the ground drawing a circle outside, and healed the small wounds on his hands that were scratched by the rattan.

"Why are you making this up?"

Mo Yun looked at the restored hand, "Give it to Master."

"Wouldn't it be better to go outside and buy one?"

"You can't buy it."

Hearing this, Ye Wuchen sighed, "Then you can't let the injury on your hand go unnoticed."

Mo Yun rubbed his fingers, clasped his hands, how could Ye Wuchen care about him if he didn't keep this injury.

The rattan used to weave rabbits has fine thorns on it, which cannot be seen unless you look carefully. If you hold it for a long time, it will naturally cause some small wounds.

When Ye Wuchen saw the vine, he guessed that Mo Yun would not treat the wound by himself, so he could only bring this wayward bastard back and help him deal with it.

Mo Yun looked up at him, "What did Master say to that person?"

The old man gave him a very familiar feeling, but he also had a strange feeling that he would take Ye Wuchen away.

"... something personal."

Mo Yun blinked, and said oh, not knowing what he was thinking.

Today's martial arts contest at Huai'an Terrace was very lively. Ye Wuchen was sitting on the grand teacher's chair, and it was rare that he didn't doze off. Look at the spiritual flow, the disciple's figure is vigorous, and his moves are wonderful. Gongfa.

But at this moment the little white ball landed on the tip of his nose, "Look at me!"

Ye Wuchen came back to his senses, grabbed him in the palm of his hand, stared at its bright red eyes, "I have something to say."

"I'm leaving."

"……what?"

The little white ball stared at his glass-like clear eyes, blinked, and repeated the four words just now.

"I'm leaving."

Ye Wuchen touched the tip of his nose, there seemed to be a fluffy white ball left on it, he said: "Will you come back?"

"will not."

"Did something happen?"

"No."

Ye Wuchen was a little dazed. After a long time, he let go of the little white ball and smiled, "Then let's go, goodbye."

The little white ball didn't leave, but bounced back into his palm, his voice was as soft as it was when we first met, "Master, won't you ask me why I left?"

Ye Wuchen has always been very accepting of parting, even very well, just like now, he still teases, "You won't leave after asking?"

Little Baiqiu didn't speak, Ye Wuchen asked again: "Where's your other mode, let it come out and say goodbye."

The little white ball didn't move, and the color of its eyes didn't turn black, it looked at Ye Wuchen, got into the white gauze, ignored what he said earlier, but asked by itself: "Will you miss me?" ?"

Ye Wuchen pushed it away a little to prevent himself from becoming cross-eyed, then shook his head: "No."

The little white ball was stunned for a moment, as if it didn't expect to get this answer, it was a little sad, but also a little anxious.

"why?"

"Because you won't come back, so I don't think it's useless."

Ye Wuchen smiled and spoke, his tone was very light, as if he was chatting at the afternoon tea party.

What he said was very reasonable, and the little white ball couldn't find a rebuttal for a while, it thought for a long time and only came up with one sentence: "If I miss you, will you miss me?"

Ye Wuchen said: "Why is your system so sentimental?"

"I……"

Xiao Baiqiu felt a little uncomfortable. He used this identity to accompany Ye Wuchen for so many years, but in the end he only got a system identity, not even a friend.

Ye Wuchen is really too rational sometimes.

For example, he only regards Mo Yun as the main character and the little white ball as the system.

There are no more emotional entanglements in the rest.

"Aren't you going?" Ye Wuchen interrupted its sorrow, and sighed softly.

"You just..." Little Baiqiu suddenly raised his head and lost his voice.

What, why are your eyes red?

It froze, but was moved out of the bamboo hat by a hand, and then heard the whisper of the man, close to the murmur of sleep.

"If you don't leave, I will cry for you."

In an instant, the cheers of the martial arts field were blocked, and time stagnated, stuck at this node, as surprised as a fire on a high platform, and as calm as rain hitting a plantain.

That sentence was light and fluttering, blown away by the wind, lingering, swaying, and lingering.

How could Ye Wuchen really only treat it as a system, not to mention that the little white ball doesn't look like a system at all.

Too active, too escaping, so far only one mission has been released, and that is to go to the Bingling Secret Realm to get the Immortal Certificate and Sanshenghua.

It will even help him suppress another system.

How could Ye Wuchen treat it as a system? He is not a machine without emotions.

But in the current situation, isn't it better to treat the little white ball as a system, otherwise, it would be too sad to say goodbye to a friend.

The little white ball was blocked by him outside the white gauze, frantically trying to get back in, but Ye Wuchen grabbed it, and it panicked: "Don't cry..."

It thinks that it is a bastard, it can come back in half a year, why do you want to force people like this, what is even more bastard is that it has a kind of subtle happiness in its heart, because it has occupied some place in Ye Wuchen's heart and is happy.

What an asshole!

A chuckle came from inside the bamboo hat, "I didn't cry."

Little Baiqiu didn't believe it, and struggled to see it, Ye Wuchen could only let it go and let it get into the bamboo hat.

He only saw the red corners of his eyes, and a shallow puddle of water inside, covering his eyes, making them appear clearer.

"You really didn't cry?"

Ye Wuchen raised his eyebrows: "I'm a man, how could I cry so easily, are you disappointed?"

Little Baiqiu blinked, and his voice suddenly choked up: "I thought you didn't care about me."

She thought that Ye Wuchen was really so cold, that he could really forget about several years of companionship.

"Okay, let another pattern come out, and I say goodbye to it."

Little Baiqiu was choked with sobs and didn't want to cry at this moment, so he replied, "Okay."

In the next second, the little white ball smeared on his face, and when he looked at him again, the color of his eyes had changed. Its tone was gentle, like a winter stove, and it only said four words.

"Goodbye, host."

"Goodbye—you are much more decisive than him." Ye Wuchen squeezed it with a smile, and told this well-behaved and sensible model: "If there is no accident, you should find a new host. Don't be too obedient, you will find a new host." Bullied."

"Uh-huh."

But there will be no new hosts.

The black-eyed little white ball didn't say the latter sentence, it was afraid that Ye Wuchen would think too much, such as being abolished if the performance failed to meet the standards, after all, the red-eyed little white ball was busy sticking to Ye Wuchen and had no time to do tasks, so it was easy to get upset suspicion.

After saying goodbye, Ye Wuchen pushed the little white ball away, "Let's go."

Don't ask where he came from, don't know where he's going, for Ye Wuchen, Xiao Baiqiu is a close friend and a passerby, destined not to be with him forever.

It's a pity that Ye Wuchen couldn't tell the difference until the next meeting.

The next morning there was a downpour of rain, which stopped at noon, and the scorching sun broke through the thin clouds and erected a Hongqiao across the sky from north to south.

Seeing that Qing Jun had already descended to this plane, the Lord God planned to take Mo Yun away. After he told Ye Wuchen about this, Ye Wuchen handed Mo Yun over to him on the spot, saying: "You can take care of me any way you want." , just don’t raise me up.”

The Lord God is very satisfied with Ye Wuchen's attitude towards Mo Yun, but he is still a little concerned about the conversation between Ye Wuchen and Qing Jun that he heard that day.

"Have you two been sleeping together lately?"

"Huh? Uh, what's the problem?"

The Lord God glanced at Mo Yun, sure enough, he still wanted to cut something, he patted Ye Wuchen on the shoulder, and said: "The child is already so old, don't spoil him all the time."

Ye Wuchen nodded, Mo Yun was almost seventeen, and he would be an adult in modern times, so when Mo Yun came back this time, no matter how clingy he was, he would have to carry him to his own room.

The Lord God took Mo Yun away, and Ye Wuchen looked at their backs, one was wearing a crane feather robe, the other was wearing a platinum dress, under the light sun and thin clouds, the Hongqiao crossed the north and south, and the golden color sprinkled on the young man's shoulders, full of vigor.

When they walked to a teleportation formation, Ye Wuchen closed the door, not looking at the sight of them disappearing before his eyes.

The house was empty, and suddenly I was alone again, alone.

The quilt on the bed was well tidied up by the young man, and the misty curtains were hung on both sides of the bedpost, layered and twisted. There was freshly brewed tea on the desk, and a cup of tea that was half full was placed beside it, and the heat was rising.

Ye Wuchen crouched by the window, looking at the corridor garden and the colorful neon lights in the sky. Occasionally, some disciples stepped on the gravel road, walked past the rockery, chasing or arguing, always hugging each other.

He squinted his eyes, suddenly looked at a round white cloud in the sky, and thought of the little white ball.

"Ugh……"

Ye Wuchen sighed, turned his head to look at the blooming flower next to the rockery, it was bright red, like the eyes of little white balls.

"..."

He rubbed his brows, put on his bamboo hat and went to Huai'an Terrace.

Qing Jun's identity here is the senior Ye Wuchen met during his training. Xiao Yichun was very pleased with the new relationship with his junior brother, and seeing that he often came to martial arts competitions, he set up another grand master's chair next to Ye Wuchen. Let Qingjun talk to Ye Wuchen better.

Ye Wuchen took a charcoal pencil and a blank book, and began to write vigorously as soon as he sat down. Occasionally, he would look at the situation of Huai'an Terrace, and when he turned his pen, there was another string of strange words.

"Brother Ye, you don't want to write another book to suppress rumors among the people, do you?" Lu Xiao leaned over and leaned over, a little confused after seeing the long paragraph of deep text above, "What are you writing?"

Ye Wuchen didn't raise his head: "Cultivation method."

In the world, there are very few kung fu techniques for dual cultivation of spirits and demons, so I have to write some for the protagonist.

Lu Xiao was silent, and it took a while before he said, "Are you going to sell exercises again?"

"It's for Mo Yun." Ye Wuchen stared at the symbols on it and frowned. How could he write such a thing?

Forget it, I've written everything, so don't worry about it so much.

Lu Xiao was speechless, and could only praise in his heart how good the relationship between the master and apprentice was, but it was a pity that he couldn't write, which was really a great pity in life.

Qing Jun was sitting next to Ye Wuchen at the moment. Hearing the conversation between the two, he couldn't help getting closer. After thinking about it for a moment, he still planned to speak out for Mo Yun first. He sat up until the end of the competition, followed Ye Wu Wuchen went to his room.

As soon as he entered the room, he bent down on the table to write exercises, and he didn't even have time to take off the bamboo hat.

Qing Jun sat opposite him, coughed a few times and asked, "Will Immortal Master Ye fall in love with a... man?"

Ye Wuchen didn't even stop writing, and immediately picked up his words: "I won't fall in love with others."

Qing Jun was choked, he gestured with his hand, but found that Ye Wuchen was busy writing and had no time to look at him, a little embarrassed.

"How can you not fall in love with someone? Even if it's not a man, then, that woman is fine. Have you ever liked someone?"

As far as he knew, Ye Wuchen died at the age of 30, so it is impossible not to have an unforgettable relationship.

Ye Wuchen raised his eyes, lowered his head again, his writing speed slowed down, as if he was thinking, and finally said firmly: "No, no matter whether he is a man or a woman, I will not be emotional."

He has known this for a long time, like the many love letters he has received, some he has never met, and some he has been with day and night, none of them made him feel moved, on the contrary, there was only fear.

"Ah..." Qing Jun was a little surprised at this person's indifference, he licked his lips, "Then what if I meet that person one day."

"Impossible."

Ye Wuchen lowered his eyes, just like now, he feels scared just thinking about someone falling in love with him.

It's not that I didn't suspect that I had a psychological problem. I even went to several hospitals after hurting someone, but I couldn't find any reason.

He was a man born out of love.

So how about this, go to a remote village, become the village head there, chat with the old men whose children go out to work, and play with the children who stay behind in their hometown.

Don't think about the things that scare you, and don't touch those things that scare you.

Just run away.

His tone was firm, and Qing Jun couldn't say anything more, so he could only light three sticks of incense for Mo Yun in his heart.

good luck.

It was already midnight after compiling that set of exercises, Ye Wuchen went back and forth to check again, and after making sure there were no mistakes, he threw it into the Paradise, stretched his body, and planned to go to bed.

Suddenly, he saw that the cup of tea pushed to the corner of the table was brewed by Mo Yun before he left, and it was already cold. Ye Wuchen took the teapot and poured it under the rockery in the garden.

This tea has been steeped for a day and cannot be drunk.

In the night, the stars fall into rivers, the moonlight shines brightly, in the garden there are groups of streamers playing in the flowers, the gravel road is covered with fluorescent lights, and the moonlight falls, Ye Wuchen walks back to the wing with an empty teapot, closes the door, and gives himself Leaving a bean alone.

On the second day, Ye Wuchen took a nap again at the martial arts competition, and when he woke up, the building was empty, and he also found a note on his body.

"Brother Ye, I really can't wake you up, let's go first!"

"..."

He put away the note and yawned lazily. He really felt that his body was not suitable for staying up all night. He helped the bamboo hat, and inadvertently glanced at Lu Xiao's seat, startled.

Gong Linglan sat there, playing with the jade ring in his hand, he heard the movement from Ye Wuchen, raised his head and smiled, the two pear nests were shallow, very cute.

"Master Ye Immortal, I have some questions to ask you, is that okay?"