Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The sandalwood fragrance is floating and curling up in the room, the night outside the window is dark, and the wall lamp is bright, illuminating the tulle curtain on the Babu bed, and the silhouette is slowly falling.

On the pear marble case, there are patriarchal scrolls, several precious inkstones are displayed, and a red sandalwood brush holder stands in one corner, and several thick or thin brushes are placed inside.

Ye Wuchen resisted the thought of running away, randomly grabbed a pen and lay down on the table, while an inkstone next to him rubbed some fragrant ink, he scribbled on the rice paper, and occasionally glanced at the veiled babu bed .

Lying on the bed is the body of Master Ye.

He rested his chin, held a wolf hair in his hand, and swiped ink like rain on the paper. What he wrote were all messy runes, listed in a row on it.

This is a side hall of the devil's palace. After Mo Yun placed him in, he was forcibly pulled away by the old devil. He should be talking about letting him ascend the throne.

Ye Wuchen sighed. It is estimated that after he left this time, Mo Yun would become the Demon Lord, and he would not be able to return to the Immortal Sword Gate, so he could only declare to the outside world that he had left his teacher.

It's time to prepare for the apprentice's graduation ceremony.

As he thought about it, he looked at the paradise. The panaceas were packed in their respective porcelain bottles and piled up in the corners. There were also some secret exercises and stacks of immortal stone magic tools, which were also placed in piles.

They are all common ones, and you can't get them out, Ye Wuchen sighed, and he thought he might as well write a few books for Mo Yun.

In Xanadu, there was an old man leaning against the peach tree, holding a pair of scissors to Ye Wuchen's bamboo hat, and next to him was the white gauze that had been cut into pieces, spread all over the floor.

Ye Wuchen happened to see him wielding the scissors indiscriminately, and was speechless—wondering if the old man could send it out.

He lay on the table, his spirit gradually integrated into the paradise, he walked lightly around the peach tree, came behind the old man who was addicted to it, and stared at the bamboo hat in the old man's hand.

The circle of white gauze stitched on the bamboo hat has been cut to pieces, probably useless, Ye Wuchen pursed his lips, took the already made ribbon next to the old man, and squatted beside him to look at the man who was still destroying the bamboo hat. old man.

"Isn't it already done?"

The old man glanced at him and explained: "Your hat is covered with too much spiritual power, and you have piled up some miscellaneous formations. I have to destroy it first to ensure that there is no residual spiritual power in the forging belt. Only then can the body of your demon child not be corroded by spiritual power."

But he doesn't need the ribbon anymore, Ye Wuchen glanced at the enthusiastic old man, and could only respond with a chuckle: "That's hard work, thank you."

"Thank you, I'm idle here anyway, but if you come across good wine outside, remember to bring it in for me!"

Ye Wuchen glanced sideways at the wine jug piled up in the corner, it was already empty, he thought for a while, and said, "Do you want wine from the devil world?"

The old man was taken aback, and the smile on his face instantly enlarged, "Okay! The wine in the devil world is the strongest! I haven't drank it for a long time..."

Before the war between gods and demons, the old man was also a young man in fresh clothes and angry horses. He called his second and third friends and lingered in Goulan of wine shops, never returning home until he was drunk.

He rested his chin, stared at Ye Wuchen with cloudy eyes, then pointed at the ribbon and smiled lightly: "Go out and try."

After leaving the paradise, Ye Wuchen stroked the ribbon in his hand, it was silky and soft, and drew a lifelike crane near the ear, with pure white down feathers, fluttering its wings.

He placed a bronze mirror on the desk, and let the ribbon in his hand attach to his eyes, pass through his hair, and tie a knot at the back of his head.

Ye Wuchen propped himself on the table, looking at the person in the bronze mirror.and.evening.group.hate.

Su Xianran looks very cute, and those big round eyes make him soft and sweet, now he is soft and soft when he covers his eyes, but it seems to be pretending to be vicissitudes.

Ye Wuchen stared at the bronze mirror for a few moments, then leaned on the table and sighed, "My bamboo hat..."

While he was lamenting, there was some movement in front of the pear-blossom wooden window, a person jumped into the room lightly, and when Ye Wuchen realized it, he was picked up again.

"Su Xianran?" An extremely charming male voice came from behind, Ye Wuchen shook his hands and feet silently, lowered his head, not wanting to answer.

However, at the next moment, the sky was spinning, he was placed on the desk again, his jaw was raised, and Ye Wuchen choked speechlessly when he saw the person coming.

Meihu is still dressed in fiery red clothes. The clothes inside are not only thin, but also coquettishly revealing a large chest. Dust still felt cold.

He took a step forward, the chains under his feet jingled and cracked, Meihu stared at his face, thinking of the charm he stuck to himself during the day, and Mo Yun beside him when he saw him in the evening.

"What's your relationship with Mo Yun?"

Meihu moved his chin closer, looked up, and saw the silk covering his eyes again, a little inexplicably, "Why are you still covering your own eyes?"

He reached out to touch the silk, but before he touched it, his hand was bounced away by a force, Meihu stepped back half a step, looked at his hand curiously, and stared at Ye Wuchen meaningfully.

Seeing this situation, Ye Wuchen immediately went to ask the old man, and the old man said that he added a devil rune on the silk to resist external threats.

"Am I great?"

"You are amazing."

After Ye Wuchen dealt with the old man, he stared at the funny Meihu over there, without any movement.

Meihu squinted at him, and said in a meaningful tone, "An ancient spell?"

Ye Wuchen was stunned, counting the time of the war between gods and demons in his heart, which was nearly ten thousand years ago. He touched the ribbon on his face, and asked the old man in Xanadu, "What kind of external threat is this? ?”

The old man replied straightforwardly: "Everything that is not good for the owner of the ribbon."

There is no solution to this ancient curse, and it only recognizes the body but not the soul, so the moment Ye Wuchen put it on, the ribbon already belonged to this body only.

Ye Wuchen subconsciously glanced at Ba Bu's bed, and sighed resignedly.

"Huh?" Meihu followed his line of sight to look at the Babu bed, with some interest in his eyes, but obviously, he was more interested in ancient spells.

I saw him stretch out his long arm, and put it on Ye Wuchen's shoulder, and his body gradually turned into a girl's appearance, with clear almond eyes and slightly hooked red lips.The clothes that were many times bigger than the body also slid down the shoulders, hanging on the arms, revealing a lotus-white arm.

Ye Wuchen stared at this face he had seen in Yuanyang Pavilion, and was a little stunned for a moment. At this moment, Meihu hooked him in front of him, with curly and thick eyelashes slightly lowered, staring at him with charming eyes.

"Young master, where did you get this ancient curse?"

A clean female voice rang in his ears, and Ye Wuchen backed away in shock, almost knocking over the inkstone.

He remembered that the magic repair in the outline did not have a setting that could change the character at will.

Ye Wuchen shrank back, looked down at his robe that was almost slipping to his waist, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to help him pull it to his shoulder, saying: "Dress well."

Mainly because he looked cold.

Meihu was stunned for a moment, inexplicably thinking of the Gutang on Ning Lefeng who had warned him so loudly, he frowned, and slapped Ye Wuchen on the head, "Why do you look like a father?"

Ye Wuchen propped himself up and moved back, while quietly taking out the body talisman, unexpectedly, Meihu immediately found the extra object in his hand, and quickly grabbed his hand.

After seeing the spell on it clearly, Meihu was suddenly not interested in ancient spells, he pinched Ye Wuchen's face and pulled out a sinister smile.

"Where did Mr. Su's spell come from?"

As we all know, the price of spells written by the elders of Xianjianmen is very high among the people. It is impossible for Su Xianran to get the spells written by Gutang himself if he escapes from the devil world penniless, unless it is a gift from Gutang.

Ye Wuchen didn't answer, but when Meihu pressed him to ask him, he took out dozens of immobilization amulets from Xanadu, and stuck them on him with quick eyes and hands.

Then kicked him away, sat on the soft cushion next to him, guarding Meihu.

He can't run away right now, after all, there is Immortal Ye lying on the bed, if Meihu finds out, then with his character of wishing for chaos in the world, there will inevitably be rumors that Immortal Ye colluded with the demon world.

Meihu's eyeballs moved, and she grinned lightly: "These spells can't hold me down."

When Ye Wuchen heard this, he took another stack of amulets and put them on the table, and put them on him without any distress.

"...Su Xianran, where did you get so many charms?" Meihu maintained the posture of propping up on the table, her face twitched, staring at the stack of yellowish charms placed in front of her.

"What are you doing?"

Meihu said: "But some spells, I can break free without much effort."

Ye Wuchen glanced at him, then smiled and placed a stack of blasting talismans and various attacking talismans in front of him.

"Try?"

It's fine if it's a body talisman, but the attack spells drawn by Gu Tang are all master-level, and they can half-mutilate others without any defense.

Meihu licked her lips, as if thinking of something, suddenly snorted coldly, "Did Mo Yun give you these?"

He felt that Gu Tang would not have given so many spells to a stranger, so based on what he saw this afternoon, Su Xianran probably hooked up with Mo Yun.

Ye Wuchen pulled the rice paper on the table in front of him, began to write something carefully, and retorted by the way: "My own."

"Your own? Stop joking."

"believe it or not."

Meihu rolled his eyes, and started rambling again, Ye Wuchen got annoyed by hearing this, and directly stuck a brush dipped in ink into his mouth.

"Su Xianran!"

Ye Wuchen remained silent, and added a few more immobilization charms on him.

Meihu's face twitched, "Su Xianran, you are cruel enough."

The two confront each other quietly, Ye Wuchen is very leisurely, writing and drawing on the rice paper with an ink pen, while Meihu is gnashing his teeth and fixing it on the desk, and from time to time he will be pasted a few pictures by the person next to him. symbol.

He has the heart to scold his mother.

Not long after, the door of the side hall was opened, and Mo Yun jumped in happily, but the moment he saw the situation inside the room, his face collapsed instantly.

With a bang!

Gui Sha flew out of the sky and approached Meihu, but he was trapped by the immobilization talisman and couldn't use his fists for a while, but Ye Wuchen only glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued to do his own thing.

In the nick of time, Meihu forcibly broke through the confinement of the Immobilization Talisman, and suddenly the devilish energy flowed back, almost forcing him out of internal injuries. Mo Yun, who was still angry, choked his throat and spoke again.

"How can the young master touch a girl?"

Mo Yun acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and only let Guisha fight with Meihu himself, while he went to the table and squatted down, resting his head on the table, smiling very cutely: "He didn't do anything, did he?"

"There's nothing he can do."

Ye Wuchen raised his head and chuckled, the extra ribbon on his face attracted Mo Yun, he blinked, then carefully reached out his hand to touch the ribbon between his eyes, and said softly: "Why is Master wearing this? "

However, before he got Ye Wuchen's answer, Meihu, who was fighting with the ghost over there, immediately got away, frowned at the two of them, and it was Ye Wuchen who asked the question.

"Why didn't this ancient spell activate?"

Ye Wuchen didn't raise his head, and said, "I don't know."

Meihu twitched at the corner of her mouth, and wanted to reach out to touch the ribbon again, but was blocked by the ghost that suddenly attacked, and turned her head to look, it was Mo Yun's eyes without the slightest smile.

Inexplicably terrified.

"Mo Yun." Ye Wuchen tore another piece of rice paper after filling a piece of paper, "Can you sharpen the ink for me?"

"Okay." Mo Yun reached out to take the ink stick, lowered his head to study the ink, and then, he glanced at the handwriting on the rice paper, and asked in the contract formation: "What is the master writing?"

"The graduation ceremony."

He uttered three words in a flat voice, but felt like a thunderbolt, which exploded suddenly in his heart, making Mo Yun's head go berserk. He raised his head and looked at Ye Wuchen with a calm expression, his red eyes were wet, and his voice was choked: "You don't want me anymore?"

Ye Wuchen's hand stopped, and a mask with blue face and fangs directly covered his face—in any case, the protagonist can't cry in front of his subordinates, and lose face.

"Hold back your tears." Ye Wuchen's voice came from the contract formation, Mo Yun sniffled, lowered his head to grind the ink, his voice was slightly hoarse, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want me anymore?"

According to the etiquette of leaving a teacher in Xianjianmen, the disciples who have left their masters in each peak have two ways to go, one is to establish themselves, and the other is to stay in Xianjianmen and hang the name of a master.

But Mo Yun is a demon cultivator, so he can only take the first path after leaving the teacher.

Thinking about it, he felt even more uncomfortable, and asked endlessly while rubbing the ink, "Do you want me anymore? Are you right?"

Ye Wuchen almost stuffed the brush into his mouth.

Meihu looked at the two of them, and suddenly stretched out his hand to touch the ribbon on Ye Wuchen's face, the next second, Gui Sha immediately slashed at him, and he immediately withdrew his hand, only to save his own arm.

"Next time, Guisha won't be so slow."

Mo Yun spoke coldly, and then fiercely fought against the ink stick in his hand, muttering to Ye Wuchen: "Do you want me..."

Meihu was speechless for a while, then turned his eyes to Ye Wuchen who was calm and calm, and he smirked: "Su Xianran, since you and Mo Yun are in love, what about Song Zhiyi?"

But no one paid any attention to him, Mo Yun was busy questioning Ye Wuchen, and Ye Wuchen was busy writing his mind to Mo Yun, that is, the ceremony of becoming a teacher.

A gust of cool breeze was blowing from the window, mixed with the fragrance of cold plum blossoms, and the reading and writing were peaceful, except for the charm fox next to him who felt what it was like to be isolated for the first time.

He pursed his lips, never felt that he was so redundant, but these are harmless, it's just...

Meihu glanced at Guisha hanging in front of her, then at the Babu bed with the light gauze drooping, and walked over with an enchanting gait.

"The young master brought a man back today, and he was in his arms to protect him, so that no one could see his appearance... I remember that he was sent to this room."

Meihu opened his mouth, not to find any sense of presence, but because of this matter, he has been curious for a day.

Because Mo Yun was holding that person, he broke into the nine-story pagoda alone, found Song Zhiyi who was wrapped in evil spirits, threw him a soul, and left with the person in his arms.

And when Song Zhiyi saw the soul, he immediately caught up with Mo Yun, trying to fight him to the death, but Mo Yun didn't know what method he used, just stood there and suppressed Song Zhiyi, and finally said only one sentence .

"I'll return that person's body to you tomorrow, take good care of his soul, and he won't die for the time being."

Really curious, what exactly did Mo Yun bring back.

The light crimson curtain was painted with curly grass patterns, hanging down to the ground, Meihu stopped in front of the tent, and when he was about to touch it, he glanced at the indifferent Mo Yun.

"Young master, I'll open it and have a look."

Meihu reminded her, but Mo Yun didn't make any movement, instead Ye Wuchen frowned and wanted to get up to stop him.

"Master, I set up a teleportation formation there."

A voice came from the contract formation, Ye Wuchen glanced at Mo Yun who was still muttering, smiled and lowered his head to continue writing.

Meihu felt strange, but his hand had already touched the curtain, and disappeared the next moment.

"Where was he sent?" Ye Wuchen was curious.

"Mozun's bedroom." Mo Yun shoved the inkstone in front of him, took off the mask with the other hand, leaned over to him, and looked at him with eyes full of water, "Master , I held back."

"..." Ye Wuchen glanced at him, "Well, it's amazing."

Mo Yun wiped his face with a flick of his sleeve, grabbed Ye Wuchen's hand that was not holding the pen, and asked in a trembling voice: "Then Master really doesn't want me anymore?"

Regardless of this life or previous life, what he fears most is Ye Wuchen's expulsion.