Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Four elders and a sect master gathered on Zhiqing Peak. They were sitting or standing, with serious expressions, and they all looked at the young man who was sitting beside the stone table to appease the big cat.

His expression was indifferent, without any emotion, and he gently stroked the big cat's head with one hand. Next to the big cat was a white spirit rabbit, looking around with clear red eyes. Like the big cat, he was hostile to Lu Xiao.

Lu Xiao obviously noticed this, he shrank behind Gutang, his voice was low and inaudible: "Why do I feel like the cat is going to eat me?"

The sound was not loud, but it seemed particularly abrupt in the still air. Gu Tang was silent for a moment, and replied: "It just wants to eat you."

Because of the devastating storm, a piece of the bamboo forest near the front yard was broken, and the fallen bamboos were dealt with by the Cleansing Curse.

Xiao Yichun walked to the stone table, stared at the young man solemnly, for a long time, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Junior brother... he may have forgotten something, you should come to Wude Peak first."

The sound of the wind passed by slowly, and the bloodthirsty morning sun fell around, Mo Yun frowned, and suddenly chuckled.

He has been the main god for a long time, and he has forgotten the way of judging the seizing of the house in this plane. The demon cultivator's seizing the house will make the body of the original spiritual cultivator contaminated with demon energy, reaching a state similar to the dual cultivation of spirits and demons, but the dantian will be destroyed. Demonic air pollution can be detected with a pulse.

Just now, Yuan Ying checked the body of the person inside, and there was nothing abnormal except that he was weaker.

Thinking of this, Mo Yun glanced at Sijiju again, the person inside did not know how to cover up his devilish energy, or, like himself, that person had the physique of dual cultivation of spirit and demon before seizing the house.

He perceives the contract formation bound to the soul, he is not dead, so Ye Wuchen is still alive.

Because of the master-servant contract, once Ye Wuchen died, he would not be able to live.

Mo Yun smiled at Xiao Yichun: "It's okay, I'll just stay here - he will always come back."

After the soul fusion, his strength returned to subversive. Even if the power of the main god cannot be displayed due to plane reasons, he is still a demon king, and he is not worried that he will not be able to play a demon cultivator.

Afterwards, driven by the person inside, several elders left one after another, except Gutang who was expressionless.

After Gu Tang took Lu Xiao away, he sat opposite Mo Yun, smiled at Ye Wuchen who was leaning impatiently by the door, and then left him alone.

Ye Wuchen clenched his hands into fists by his side, his knuckles creaking, he coldly ignored the boy and the man on the eye stone table, and slammed the door angrily.

"Mo Yun." Gu Tang called out the young man's name. At this time, the young man was thinking about whether to take the risk of destroying this plane to expand the power of the main god again, but he didn't come back to his senses.

Gu Tang shook his hand in front of the young man, and Mo Yun finally came to his senses, and stared at him without saying a word.

His eyes were as deep as obsidian, unable to reflect a single ray of light, and glowed with a cold and sinister luster, so Gutang was stunned by his poisonous snake-like eyes, and then recovered, saying: "I know the one who took you away Son... did he tell you anything?"

Mo Yun gave the big cat a hand to appease the big cat. Before he left, the big lord said that he was going to strengthen this plane. The reason is unknown...

Seeing that he was silent, Gu Tang said, "Listen to Lu Xiao, you don't recognize this Ye Wuchen, I think you may know something, but you can't kill him... Ye Wuchen will return to this Ye Wuchen in the future." body."

Mo Yun raised his eyes: "So what else does the elder know?"

Gutang said, "I don't know, and I can't know."

The two played riddles across a stone table, and at the end Mo Yun's head was dazzled by him, but he still couldn't understand clearly.

Mo Yun pondered for a moment, then said vaguely and directly: "Is my master Ye Wuchen?"

"He always has been."

Always.

Mo Yun chewed on the meaning of these four words, and a few fragments emerged from his messy memory. He seemed to have thought of something, and smiled, "Thank you old elder."

After Gutang left, Mo Yun locked his eyes on Sijiju, and it seemed that he could only know where Ye Wuchen was after the first trial.

He carried the ghost into the house with the intention of killing, and he was in the posture of people blocking the killing Buddha blocking the killing Buddha. He glanced at the person sitting on the bed and swung his whip, as if to tie him up.

The long whip came through the air, and in a blink of an eye, the man turned to escape, the spiritual power in his body soared, and every attack was aimed at Mo Yun's fatal point.

But immediately, the man felt a pain in his dantian, densely spreading all over his body, and he couldn't exert any strength.

Guisha caught those attacks one by one, the young man escaped from the dazzling spiritual attack, and threw the whip violently in his hand, binding the man into a ball, his voice was calm and strangely calm.

"Master's dantian is damaged, so you can't use too much spiritual power."

The man raised his head, his face was full of bewilderment and annoyance, his heart trembled when he saw Shang Moyun's dark eyes, but he still said in a cold voice: "I know my body, I don't need you to remind me, but What are you still doing here?"

Mo Yun leaned back on the chair, folded his long legs, his usually clear eyes became deep, he stared at the immobile person on the ground, pursed his lips and chuckled.

"Don't think that if you occupy a shell for a long time, you are that person."

There was a smile on the young man's face, but with a vigor, he summoned Ye Wuchen in a calm and waveless contract formation, and released his spiritual consciousness in the Four Seasons House, suppressing this person like suppressing the illegal system soul.

The person he finally got back could not be wronged like this.

……

In the dark and messy woodshed, the young man in only single clothes shook his head. There were several wounds on his body, bleeding.

"The guys inside won't be dead, right?" the boy guarding at the door of the firewood room looked at the round moon in the sky and asked worriedly.

"Why, he's dying," said his companion.

"Let's go in and take a look. If he dies, we can't explain it."

"It's said that he won't die. Even if he dies, the young master can save him. Besides, whoever made him want to escape should be!"

The two chatted one after another outside the door, and finally they talked about everyday things and what happened recently.

The boy in the firewood room unsteadily raised his head, his red eyes scanned his surroundings, and by the way, he grabbed the neck of the mouse that was about to bite his trouser leg, and flung it aside angrily.

He sat on the spot and pondered for a long time, and began to treat the wound in silence.

He took out a row of porcelain white medicine bottles, untied his clothes and applied medicine to his wounds. Those wounds were all gathered on his lower abdomen and thighs. After being treated, they had begun to heal, but they still hurt when left on his body.

After taking the medicine, the boy took the mouse that came to bite his trouser leg again, and began to think about life.

He, Ye Wuchen, for some reason, stayed in another body after waking up, did he wear it again?

But he waited for a long time, and there was no system that popped up suddenly to help him explain what was going on now, and even the memory was not inherited.

He kind of misses the little white ball.

But what he is most worried about now is Mo Yun. If he is no longer Master Ye, what will the child do? He has written several sets of exercises and has not handed them over to Mo Yun.

Ye Wuchen shook off the mouse and sat with his knees hugged, wanting to cry without tears.

He still doesn't want to leave his protagonist, he hasn't watched his protagonist grow up, the key is how can he not hand over the exercises that he has worked so hard to write for so many days?

Ye Wuchen felt extremely uncomfortable, probably the feeling of a father who suddenly loses his son.

He sat on the ground mourning the spring and autumn for a long time, and it took him a while to recover, and began to look at the surrounding environment.

This is a firewood room, with dry firewood piled on both sides, and gray-white cobwebs hanging on it, endlessly.There was a layer of dry grass on the ground, a few mice were running around in the corner, and some unknown black bugs were crawling around in the gaps.

Ye Wuchen was silent and sighed.

Xanadu is a space bound to the soul, everything inside is still there, and the old man is still holding his own wine and drinking vigorously.

Although it is not something to be thankful for, but in this environment, this is the greatest comfort Ye Wuchen can find for himself.

He walked to the window where a little moonlight was shining, picked up the dusty window lattice, and looked at the round moon without impurities hanging in the dark sky, with thousands of thoughts in his mind.

He transmigrated into Immortal Master Ye because of his sudden death, so what was the reason this time, did he dismantle a system and kill himself?

He poked his head out of the window, sneezed by the cold wind outside, and met the eyes of the chattering boy.

"..."

For some reason, he always felt bad.

The next second, the door of the firewood room was opened, and a man with a ferocious appearance came striding forward, dragged him aside from the window, and fell to the ground. Pressed on his bones.

"You still want to run? I really want to break your leg!"

Ye Wuchen groaned in pain, he braced himself and wanted to get up, but was kicked in the abdomen by that person, his internal organs seemed to be dislocated, and there was a dull pain.

The man said to the boy: "See, it's best to beat him until he can't get up, so that he won't be tempted to run away."

The boy looked at the boy curled up on the ground, but he still couldn't bear it, "But he's just a child after all."

"Child? You are just here, right? He has lived for hundreds of years, he is gone, don't stay here, bad luck!"

"But……"

"But what, let's go!"

The door was slammed shut, Ye Wuchen curled up on the ground, clutching his aching abdomen, let himself swallow a pill without hesitation.

Things have improved.

He sat down against the wall, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and lived with this physique for hundreds of years?

Ye Wuchen was a little speechless. Could it be that this body is also a cultivator? He pinched his face and began to meditate. After a few quarters of an hour, he found that this body was a mortal through and through, without any of the things that a cultivator should have. .

He leaned back in despair, not daring to think about how a mortal can live for hundreds of years. This body can't be a living corpse.

However, Ye Wuchen discovered something wrong with his body one day later. He is obviously a mortal, but he doesn't need to eat like a cultivator, which is really incredible.

After being guarded by two people outside the door for several days and nights, the door of the firewood room finally opened, and a graceful woman in Tsing Yi came in. There are porcelain vases.

She stopped in front of Ye Wuchen who had doubted his life for a few days, looked down at his exposed skin, and frowned suddenly: "It's okay so soon?"

Ye Wuchen raised his head when he heard the woman's voice, wanted to ask something but was afraid of being exposed, so he could only turn his head away and think silently, how to get words out of other people's mouths.

He was praying, never to go to another world, otherwise he might never see Mo Yun again.

He hasn't raised the main character yet.

The woman in Tsing Yi didn't notice any difference, she picked him up skillfully, pushed him in front of her, and said, "Since the injury is healed, let's go."

Ye Wuchen stopped after taking two steps, turned around and said to the woman, "You go first, my feet hurt."

The woman was asked to go first because he didn't know where to go. The foot hurt because the ankle was trampled on and was not treated in time. It was swollen and unable to walk.

The woman glanced at his feet when she heard what he said. Her bare feet were a little dirty, and the ankle of her left foot was swollen in a big circle. It was blue and purple, and it looked a little scary.

She took a look at the boy, took off the porcelain bottle on the tray, stretched out her hand and pushed him down on the hay, then knelt down to apply medicine to his ankle.

Ye Wuchen was caught off guard and fell all over the place, he licked his lips, isn't it, are all the people here so irritable?

The medicine on the woman's hand has a miraculous effect, as soon as she applied it, she felt that the pain was relieved by most of it. Ye Wuchen sat up and watched his originally bruised and swollen ankle disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pain on his foot also gradually eased. Ye Wuchen I have never used this kind of wound medicine, so I don't know its name.

The woman helped him with the good medicine and then walked forward on her own. After walking for a while, she turned her head and looked at Ye Wuchen who was sitting on the ground thinking.

"Follow up."

Ye Wuchen turned over and followed, passed a garden gravel road, and passed through a winding corridor. The aniseed bells blew in the wind, and the cold wind poured into his thin collar. Ye Wuchen shrank back, and his intuition told him, It's winter.

The woman took him to a quaint courtyard. The marble floor was flat, with unknown grasses growing in the cracks. There were two men in black guarding the yard on both sides. The woman nodded to them and opened the gate of the courtyard. The trembling Ye Wuchen said: "Go in first, don't run away in the future, the young master needs you tomorrow."

There is a heater in the room, and the golden velvet is fine and soft, and the whole room is warmed up. Walking in, you can see bead curtains and embroidered curtains, shaking the vermilion households.

Ye Wuchen squatted on the ground as soon as he entered the door, warming his almost frozen body, his thoughts were a little dull from the freezing, and he tried hard to think about the woman's words.

Who is the son?

Unexpectedly, he can only wait until tomorrow, and he can't escape even a mortal.

It was night, Ye Wuchen couldn't sleep, so he shrank under the quilt, trying to get a train of thought in his mind about the things he encountered these days.

That day, he fell into a coma when he saw the big cat's eyes, and felt a sense of alienation, but it was only for a moment.

Then, he fell into the darkness, and seemed to hear some chaotic sounds of chanting mantras, like a faint wind passing through the gloomy forest, like subtle wailing, like ancient incantations.

The sound of chanting the mantra surrounded him, and both body and soul were buried in it. He was unable to resist, had no strength to resist, and was groggy for an unknown amount of time. Then he woke up in the firewood room, seriously and seriously doubting his life for several days. .

Ye Wuchen thought about it over and over again, but he didn't get the last bit of thoughts out, but successfully put himself to sleep.

The next day was about to dawn, and the sky was covered with leaden gray. The woman opened the door and entered the house, picked up Ye Wuchen from the bed, dragged him all the way to the soup pond, and threw him in without mercy.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Ye Wuchen choked on a few sips of water, got out of the water, and stared at the woman above. The woman put down the wooden tray on the bank with a change of clothes neatly folded on it.

She said, "Wash it yourself, or should I help you?"

Ye Wuchen stopped staring, he swam silently to the other side of the soup pool, glanced at the woman standing still on the opposite shore, the corners of his mouth twitched, "Please go out."

The woman glanced at the boy through the mist, left a word and left.

"One quarter of an hour."

"..."

Ye Wuchen looked at the sky speechlessly, and became even more speechless when he found the black-clothed dark guard squatting on the beam of the room.

Forget it, they are all men anyway.

A quarter of an hour later, Ye Wuchen changed his clothes, looked up at the woman who just opened the door, and smiled subconsciously.

The woman remained expressionless, and only said: "Hurry up."

Ye Wuchen walked over and asked, "Where are you going?"

The woman squinted at him, and said in a cold voice, "Are you stupid in the woodshed?"

Ye Wuchen shut up knowingly, he really can't figure out anything, just like now, he doesn't even know his own identity.

Following the woman to a dark room, Ye Wuchen glanced at the knives hanging on the wall and the big man who was sharpening the knives beside him, took a step back silently, and began to pull the charm of Xanadu.

There are no place-passing talismans, hundreds of blasting talismans piled up, and a bunch of miscellaneous spells, but I don't know if they can be used here.

But before Ye Wuchen took out the talisman, he was dragged to the front by the woman, who roughly fed him a bitter medicine. The bitter taste slid down his tongue and into his throat, and it hurt a little. Ye Wuchen's body instantly changed. It was so weak that it lay limply on the ground.

He was tied to the stone bed, and when he turned his head, he could see the dried blood clots on it. The big man came over with a knife and cut his wrist precisely. dirty blood.

A few men in black came in from outside, and every time they came in, they took away a glass bowl full of blood.

Afterwards, another person held his body, and used a sharp serrated knife to goug out pieces of bloody flesh on his wrists, waist, and thighs.