Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

"But how did you know I became like this?"

Ye Wuchen squatted beside him and looked at the indistinct image of himself wearing a mask.

Mo Yun squatted with him, tilting his head to look at him, what he saw was not the appearance, but the soul that was hidden deep and had doubts on his face.

Because he didn't know whose body Ye Wuchen was in, he used the power of the main god to temporarily transform his eyes. When he saw a person, his soul first appeared, and then his body forged by the world of mortals.

Coupled with Qing Jun guiding the way, Ye Wuchen can naturally be found.

"I can see Master's soul."

Ye Wuchen frowned, thinking about something completely out of focus, "Is this the exercise your mother left you?"

"……um, yes."

Ye Wuchen nodded, and didn't think deeply about the question of the soul. If he thought about it deeply, he would definitely notice something was wrong.

Obviously there is some discrepancy between the soul and the real body, and he is a person who has passed through the soul, how could Mo Yun know his soul.

He didn't think about it, but focused on the word "gongfa". He glanced at Mo Yun who was obediently looking at him, silently took out three books of martial arts, and forced them into Mo Yun.

"This is the cultivation method of spirit and demon dual cultivation. In the future, I will not be around, so you should practice hard."

These three exercises were written by him in the Cangsong Sect. He forgot the time when he was writing. He stayed up for several nights and almost fell asleep in the martial arts competition.

Holding the three books in his arms, Mo Yun opened a page and saw the handwriting on it, and smiled lightly: "Master wrote it himself?"

Ye Wuchen nodded, "I checked it once, and there is nothing wrong. If you are not at ease, you can check it again... There are very few secrets of spiritual and demon dual cultivation. You should pay more attention to your body, and I will not be able to help you in the future." It's..."

He stopped to think for a while, and then urged, "You'd better go back to the Demon Realm as soon as possible... That Immortal Master Ye from the Immortal Sword Sect is back, I'm afraid he's going to hurt you, huh? Mo Yun, your eyes are red again. "

"Hey... If you are found to be very troublesome by the mortal world, it's a good thing that I'm the only one..."

Listening to his babbling like last words, Mo Yun felt flustered in his heart, as if this person who was so close to him was going to go away in the next moment, disappearing into the world of mortals.

He squeezed the corner of the book tightly, and was afraid of damaging the things Ye Wuchen gave him, so he hid his hands in his sleeves and tightened them tightly, his nails pinching the flesh of his palm.

"Master..." he shouted, his crimson eyes filled with unknown emotions, "what are you talking about?"

Ye Wuchen sighed, "I've become a mortal now, so I can't stare at you anymore."

He paused, and continued: "I will probably live in the mortal world, you——what are you doing?"

Mo Yun breathed a sigh of relief after hearing his words, and let go of the hands clenched in his sleeves.

Fortunately, not really leaving.

He put away the three exercises, put his hands on Ye Wuchen's shoulders, frowned, picked him up, and strode towards the Demon Realm.

Ye Wuchen leaned on his shoulder, seeing that this was the direction to the Demon Realm, he couldn't help but frowned, turned his head and said, "I'm going to the Mortal Realm, Mo Yun, let me down."

Mo Yun hugged him in the way of hugging a child. As soon as Ye Wuchen opened his mouth, Mo Yun could feel a gentle breath spraying on his earlobe. He paused slightly, feeling that he was making trouble for himself.

He took a deep breath, supported Ye Wuchen's back and said: "Master, first go back to the Demon Realm and change your body back."

As soon as the words fell, the person in his arms froze, and his suddenly cold voice sounded in his ears, mixed with the chill of winter, "Mo Yun, I won't go to the Demon Realm."

He doesn't go.

He can't go back to the Demon Realm, he can't go to the Demon Palace.

He always felt that once he went in, he could never come out again, and he always felt that even life and death were beyond his control when he went back.

Ye Wuchen lowered his eyes and said coldly: "Put me down."

Walking along the river, the icy cold river is flowing, not in a hurry, and the cold wind is blowing, and the frost has fallen on my heart.

Mo Yun was taken aback by his sudden turn of events, then slowed down, hugged the man in his arms even tighter, and said a little stubbornly: "Don't let go."

"Since Immortal Master Ye has already returned, I don't need to change my body back. It belongs to him."

Ye Wuchen found a reason for himself not to go to the Demon Realm.

The voice next to his ear was very light, neither fighting nor grabbing, Mo Yun was worried for a while.

He swallowed, and said: "If it was really his body, I would naturally not disobey Master's wishes, but he is not, the person living in Master's body is a person named Su Xianran."

The two sides were silent, Ye Wuchen repeated the name again, and a deep sense of deception hit him again, he temporarily put aside his inexplicable fear of the demon world, and frowned, "Is it Duoshe?"

"No, it's the forbidden magic technique, soul exchange."

Ye Wuchen was a little puzzled: "The demons still have forbidden techniques?"

Shouldn't demonic cultivators act arbitrarily? How could there be forbidden techniques?

"Well... yes, this forbidden technique was researched by a demon concubine hundreds of years ago. She was neglected by the demon king at that time, so she wanted to exchange souls with the demon king to disturb the demon world, but accidentally exchanged with her own guards."

"and then?"

Mo Yun tilted his head and glanced at Ye Wuchen, and said with a smile: "Then the concubine Mo who occupied the body of the guard can hear the sweet words of the Mozun to her every day, and she is so mad."

"..." Ye Wuchen didn't turn his head a bit, and asked again: "How can you be so angry?"

"Because the devil's sweet words have never been said to the devil's concubine, but they are easy to say to the guard's body."

Ye Wuchen stared at him for a long time before he asked a vague question in confusion, "The devil and the guard...?"

"Ah."

Mo Yun lifted his body up and hugged him, watched his reaction sideways, and saw that he didn't feel disgusted, so he smiled lightly and said: "After the demon king finds out the truth, the guard's body is already dead, and the guard's soul can only Staying in the body of the concubine Mo, and in those days when the truth was not known, the Mozun was extremely indifferent to the concubine Mo's body, and he finally became ill and died."

"After the death of the guard, the Mozun burned all the soul-swapping spells in the Mofei's room and listed it as a forbidden technique, but the Mofei's confidant still has a copy, and Su Xianran is the great-grandson of the Mofei's confidant. .”

Ye Wuchen lay on his shoulder in silence, subconsciously pulled the hair from the back of his head, and wrapped it around his fingers.

"How did you know?"

Mo Yun blinked, of course he was interrogated with the power of the main god, he opened his mouth, and the words on his lips turned around, "I went to the Demon Palace and asked the Demon Lord for help."

"Devil Palace..." Ye Wuchen repeated these two words numbly, and suddenly pulled Mo Yun's hair, "Put me down."

"What is Master going to do?"

"I'm not going to the magic palace."

Ye Wuchen pushed Mo Yun's shoulder hard, trying to jump off.

Mo Yun paused, stopped, and asked, "Why?"

"I..." Ye Wuchen frowned.

why?

He didn't know why he was so afraid of the devil world, just like a child is afraid of ghosts, it is an innate fear.

Is it because of those ridiculous dreams?

Ye Wuchen doubted the authenticity of those dreams many times, but sometimes he couldn't tell which was a dream and which was real.

But he still prefers to believe that those things are dreams.

After all, it is too scary to live a life where you can't even control life and death.

Ye Wuchen sighed, and said: "I dreamed that I was imprisoned in the magic palace, and I couldn't even die."

These words pierced Mo Yun's heart like a knife, and those memories that he didn't want to look at, crumpled up and thrown in the corner were cut open by the knife, pouring out, occupying his mind, making him forget to breathe for a while.

Mo Yun subconsciously tightened Ye Wuchen's arm, and he said in a trembling voice: "Master, are you afraid?"

"Fortunately, I can't die all the time, it's annoying." Ye Wuchen thought about those dreams and sighed, "Every time I thought I was going to die, but I was saved again..."

Mo Yun knelt down silently and put him down, put his hands on Ye Wuchen's shoulders, looked up at him, and asked cautiously, "Does Master hate the person who saved you?"

Ye Wuchen replied subconsciously: "I don't hate."

Can't hate it, how can he hate Mo Yun who doesn't know the truth and only hopes that he will not commit suicide, but occasionally when he wakes up from a dream, he wants to beat this little bastard to death.

But that was all a dream.

Not really.

Hearing his answer, Mo Yun suddenly burst into a joyful smile, and then carefully asked again, "Really?"

"Really—huh? Why are you asking that?"

"It's nothing." Mo Yun smiled, and then asked worriedly: "Master, do you really not want to go to the Demon Realm?"

"Ah."

"But we have already reached the entrance of the Demon Realm."

"..." Ye Wuchen turned his head suddenly, confused and surprised, he looked back and forth a few times, his eyebrows were almost knit together in confusion.

"No, I wasn't that close when I left, why did you come back so soon?"

Mo Yun laughed harmlessly to humans and animals: "When I told the story to the master, I used the talisman."

Behind them is the prosperous scene of Changye Street. They are at the border, and the Yin-Yang River beside them is gurgling, drawing a river in Changye Street, converging into a lake somewhere, and finally seeping into the ground, turning into an underground river.

At this time, it was almost dusk, the setting sun seemed to spread silk and satin in the corner of the sky, and the streets and alleys around the corners began to be lit with warm yellow lights, and some people were already setting up night market stalls.

Ye Wuchen felt that he had been tricked.

"Master, let's go."

As Mo Yun said, he picked up Ye Wuchen and hugged him in his arms again, his tone was stained with a naughty tone, "Master, if you don't want to see the Demon Realm, then... cover your face."

In fact, he wanted to ask Ye Wuchen to lean in his arms, but he didn't dare to say it, because Ye Wuchen might really lean on him, and he couldn't stand it.

Ye Wuchen looked around, then straightened up suddenly, keeping his head at the same height as the young man's - almost approaching the height of Immortal Master Ye.

After measuring his son's height, he kicked Mo Yun, jumped directly to the ground, humming and wanting to run out of the demon world again.

Mo Yun quickly caught him.

With one hand, he covered the slightly aching abdomen kicked by Ye Wuchen, and with the other hand he wrapped Ye Wuchen who wanted to run away, a little helpless, "Master, can we change our body in the Demon Realm first?"

"But I always feel like I'm going to be locked up."

Ye Wuchen carefully calculated his fetters with the Demon Realm, let alone those in the dream, and said that he was also in a state of being locked up in the Demon Realm these days.

His mission in the Demon Realm might be to be imprisoned by others.

"Then when Master changes back to his body, won't no one be able to lock you up?"

When Ye Wuchen heard this, he felt that it made sense, and then he thought about the state of that body... He turned and looked at Mo Yun.

His eyes were deep, meaning unclear.

Except for the people from Xianjianmen, only this kid knows his physical condition.

Mo Yun understood what he meant after a while, so he raised his hand and swore, "I won't shut down Master."

Ye Wuchen nodded, and tapped the mask on his face lightly. After receiving Mo Yun's assurance, his tense nerves were relaxed, and he walked forward in a gentle and loose manner.

Mo Yun stared at his back and chased after him.

Just really don't want to lock him up?

Obviously just now, when he swore to Ye Wuchen, the tearing voice in his heart that he hadn't heard for a long time rang through his brain over and over again.

As sharp as letting him kill Ye Wuchen in the past——

"Lock him up? Okay! Then he is the only one you can see!"

Heart demon.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the shadows of the two were drawn behind them, light and long.

There are still wet water spots on the ground, which is the first melting of new snow, and the sun has been covered by overcast clouds for a day. Only now does the sun shine through the clouds, and see the sun that has been hidden for most of the day.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Wuchen rushed to a small stall selling sugar paintings. He looked at the stick beside him with more than a dozen strings of candied haws stuck in it, and grabbed Mo Yun's hand, "Shall I buy you one?"

Mo Yun grabbed Ye Wuchen who was about to move, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Master, are you talking about the candied haws, or the stick on which the candied haws are inserted?"

"Anything is fine, which one do you want?" Ye Wuchen had already pulled out the money.

"Master buys..."

Before finishing this sentence, Mo Yun had a stick in his hand, "Huh?"

Could it be that Master bought that stick again?

He turned his head and looked at the stick that was taller than him, with more than a dozen candied haws stuck in it... He really bought the stick.

Ye Wuchen said: "It's too high, I can't get it, so I just bought it all."

"...Thank you, Master."

Mo Yun had no choice but to put the stick back into Liuyun Ring, and kept two candied haws, one for Ye Wuchen and one for holding in his mouth.

As the twilight deepened, Ye Wuchen took one step at a time, and casually led Mo Yun around the corners of Changye Street, one after another. He was stunned for half an hour and still hadn't reached the magic palace.

He still has some resistance to the Demon Palace, just like now knowing that the destination is the Demon Palace, but still trying to delay time.

Mo Yun walked around patiently with him, but when Ye Wuchen stopped in front of Yuanyang Pavilion, he became restless and hurriedly pulled people forward.

"It was opened by Meihu. It is full of monsters and goblins. Master should avoid it when he sees it in the future."

Ye Wuchen was staggered by him, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at the person who was looking at him just now - a man in red and blue eyes tilted his head and looked at this side, with an evil smile on his lips.

Kind of like... a charm fox?

Is this attracting customers to his brothel?

While thinking about it, Ye Wuchen had already been brought to the magic palace with its gate wide open, and when he raised his head, he could see the majestic palace inside.

Ye Wuchen turned around and ran away.

Mo Yun quickly caught him.

"Master, why did you run away again?"

"Sorry, reflex."