Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

In the early morning of the next day, Ye Wuchen woke up early for a rare time, and he leaned against the head of the bed weakly, unable to raise any strength.

His forehead was covered with fine sweat, and the sweat rolled down his black hair, which was tightly attached to his cheeks. Ye Wuchen panted heavily and cursed in his heart.

This dream is too fucking real.

It seemed that there was still a lingering power of electric shock on his body, even curling his fingers a little bit was extremely painful, he almost shouted in his heart furiously: "Then what 'stick to the plot', you are fucking sick!"

A voice sounded in my mind: "Please host, don't insult the system."

Ye Wuchen is really angry now, he yelled in his heart: "You have the ability to play tricks in my dream, and you have the ability to come out and fight with me!"

"What the hell is playing dirty!"

The youth voice of the system was a little sullen: "Please host, don't spout blood!"

"I spitting blood? Then tell me why I was shocked by electric shock even in my dreams?" Ye Wuchen was amused and annoyed.

The voice in my head was silent for a while, and said with a serious look:

"When the host is resting, the system will also go to sleep, and it is impossible to punish the host."

A small white ball floated out of the shoulder, it circled Ye Wuchen twice, stared at the black eyes like mung beans and asked, "What's wrong with you, host?!"

Ye Wuchen spoke out the dream a little tiredly, and asked, "Do you know what's going on?"

The little white ball shook left and right, expressing that he didn't know, but it issued a guarantee for the "stick to the plot" system. Hibernating, it can't do these things."

The voice in my head hummed arrogantly, and said with some complaints, "It's because of it that I can't complete the task..."

"Alas..." Ye Wuchen sighed lightly, he could only consider himself unlucky.

He was still a bystander in the dream last time, but this time he directly became an insider, which is really strange...

Could it be that there is also a parallel world in the world of cultivating immortals?

He brushed away the hair sticking to his face, smoothed the hair sticking to the nape of his neck, and took out a piece of clothing from Xanadu. Suddenly, an old man's voice came to his ears:

"Where's my drink, kid?"

Ye Wuchen picked out his ears, and said in a somewhat perfunctory tone: "Senior, I will take my apprentice out to practice in a few days, and I will definitely bring you some jars of wine."

"Child, your voice is very tired, you must be overindulging..."

The old man's voice was mean, as if he had dug out some gossip.

Ye Wuchen: "...Go, go."

Putting on the ice silk robe, tied up the blue silk with a white jade hairpin, and opened the door to welcome the morning sun.

Afterwards, they greeted... the apprentice? !

The bright yellow sun climbed up from the darkness, subsided the dark night, and coated the clouds with a layer of golden light.

Facing the morning sun, Mo Yun held the sword in one hand, and the sword was full of light, forming streaks of sword light in the air as the young man danced.

Its movements are smooth and flowing, and the breeze blows through the corners of the clothes, making hunting sounds.Occasionally, a bamboo leaf would float to the side of the young man, and he would cut it off with quick eyesight and quick hands.

This set of swordsmanship was passed on to him by Ye Wuchen. He thought he would never use it, but he didn't expect his proficiency to be so deep.

Leaning on the door frame, Ye Wuchen watched the sword dance with a faint smile—does this mean that he already has some credibility in his heart.

After completing a set of sword skills, Mo Yun put the sword back into the scabbard, turned around and saw Ye Wuchen sitting on the door frame, with crooked eyebrows and a smile on his mouth.

"Master." Mo Yun called out respectfully.

Ye Wuchen nodded lightly, and praised without hesitation: "It's great."

Mo Yun hesitated for a moment before saying, "Thank you, Master, for your compliment."

Ye Wuchen walked to the rattan chair, lay down on the chair and rocked, rubbed his slightly aching head from dreaming, and asked, "Why didn't you go to the Library Pavilion today?"

He grabbed the little white ball, but Mo Yun didn't answer for a long time. He raised his eyes and found that Mo Yun was looking at the little white ball with extremely terrifying eyes.

Ye Wuchen shyly hid the little white ball in his sleeve, pretending nothing happened and repeated the previous question.

But Mo Yun didn't answer the question. He walked to the wicker chair and said, "Is that white ball the master's spiritual pet?"

His memory of yesterday was stuck in the little white ball hitting him, and he couldn't remember it no matter how much he thought about it later, he didn't even know when he returned to the room.

Ye Wuchen grabbed the little white ball, and answered all the questions: "Naturally, does Yun'er like it?"

Mo Yun stared at the little white ball, and said, "I don't know what skills it has?"

"If you don't have any skills, you are the guardian." Ye Wuchen put the little white ball on the tip of his nose, and sneezed lightly. The little white ball immediately became the size of a pillow, and it was fluffy on Ye Wuchen's chest, like a thick piece of paper. round blanket.

"Well, like this."

Mo Yun nodded to show that he understood, praised the little white ball, and went back to the house.

If it's the protector's words, then it makes sense: I want to kill Ye Wuchen, it will knock me unconscious, and...but why did I send myself back to the room?

And myself, Ye Wuchen in this life didn't do anything, why would he still want to kill him, is it just because of the memory of the previous life?

As everyone knows, the moment he turned around, Ye Wuchen and Xiao Baiqiu looked at each other, and there was a cunning plan in their eyes.

Ye Wuchen thinks that Mo Yun may have noticed that the little white ball is not a thing of this world.

Xiaobaiqiu felt: Ye Wuchen cannot let Ye Wuchen know that Mo Yun is going to kill him, what if he hates him.

One person, one goal, with different thoughts, but somehow the goal was the same.

The sun slowly climbed to the top of the head, and the warm golden light shone down. Ye Wuchen was still reviewing last night's dream.

It is said that one cannot feel pain in a dream, but the pain of the electric shock is so real, as if he has experienced it before.

He thought about it and couldn't think of a reason, so he could only pray that he would not have such a dream again in the future.

Mo Yun didn't know when he took the book out of the room, sat down on the stone chair and read it.

The young man in long gown slowly rocked the rattan chair, the little white ball had already been retracted, he was half-squinting his eyes, his slender and thick eyelashes covered the tiredness in his eyes.

On the stone table next to him was a young man carefully flipping through the books, occasionally he would catch a glance at the young man, then quickly lowered his head, covering his head in deep thought.

A few bold birds stopped on the armrest of the rattan chair to comb their feathers, and were called away by chirping birds from the sky.

The copper bells on the eaves are buzzing due to the wind blowing, accompanied by the rustling of bamboo leaves, it is another quiet and long movement.

The years are quiet and good, but that's all.

It's just that someone came in suddenly and disturbed the tranquility.

The visitor has loose hair, earrings made of refined iron on the tips of his ears, a blue long gown with a white belt around his waist, and a bright smile on his face that matches the spring scenery.

He approached the rattan chair lightly and screamed.

"Ah! Wow~ wow!"

Ye Wuchen jumped up instantly, it seemed that he was quite frightened.

Lu Xiao, who succeeded in playing a prank, was out of breath laughing, and after receiving Ye Wuchen's gloomy gaze, he calmed down, and asked calmly, "I heard that you are sick, so please ask Elder Yuan to practice medicine?"

Mo Yun stopped turning the pages of the book, and looked at Ye Wuchen.

"I'm all right, I'm sorry."

Lu Xiao grabbed a folding fan out of thin air, put it on his chin, and circled Ye Wuchen twice, with suspicious eyes: "Really?"

"believe it or not."

Lu Xiao made a "cut" sound, occupied Ye Wuchen's rattan chair, met Ye Wuchen's man-eating gaze and stood up awkwardly, making a gesture of invitation.

He sat opposite Mo Yun, and Mo Yun called out respectfully: "Elder Lu."

Lu Xiao nodded, and said in the tone of someone who has experienced it: "This person who has taken in an apprentice is just different."

Then he glanced at Ye Wuchen and motioned Mo Yun to come closer. He covered his mouth and whispered, "Your master respects him. He never interacted with us before. After accepting you..."

"Snapped--"

A water polo exploded next to his ear, and Ye Wuchen asked darkly: "What kind of heretics are you spreading to my apprentice?"

Lu Xiao laughed, "No, just ask him about his cultivation, right?"

"The ninth level of foundation building." Mo Yun was still thinking about the meaning of his previous words.

Outsiders also feel that Master is different, so... just try to believe it.

But Lu Xiao paused, he repeated Mo Yun's words as if confirming, and looked at Ye Wuchen with a confused face, as if he was asking for proof.

Seeing Ye Wuchen nodded, he grabbed the table with his head: "It's unreasonable, you snatched such a good seedling!"

"He chose me, thank you." Ye Wuchen added.

When Lu Xiao heard this, he couldn't bear it even more, "It's unreasonable! Why didn't such a good seed choose me?"

Ye Wuchen: ...

"So what are you doing here?"

Lu Xiao was serious in a second: "Aren't you coming to see you?"

"Do not believe."

Under Ye Wuchen's suspicious eyes, Lu Xiao dragged out all his reasons for coming.

It turned out that he heard from the sect master that Mo Yun was about to reach the Qi training period, and there was also a female disciple under his sect who was about to reach the Qi training period.

When it comes to this, Lu Xiao hates iron for being weak: "This girl, named Yuxi, has only reached this stage after a year of entry. It's not like your family..."

"As for me, I was thinking, can we two peaks practice together?" Lu Xiao looked at Ye Wuchen.

The so-called experience together is to complete each other's tasks together to increase the disciple's knowledge.

Each disciple can only take on one task for the first time, so the elders will practice together in order to increase the horizons of their disciples.

"Ask my apprentice." Ye Wuchen threw the pot away.

Mo Yun shook his head, and blurted out: "Master, isn't he going?"

"Of course your master will go..." When Lu Xiao said this, he thought of Ye Wuchen's unkind appearance in the past, and immediately fell silent.

"go."

Ye Wuchen's voice was cold, but it was like calming incense, calming Mo Yun's mood.

There was a messy voice in my mind, um, it was probably "sticking to the plot" and wanted to shock him and was beaten by the little white ball.

"So...together?" Lu Xiao asked.

Ye Wuchen nodded, got up and rubbed Mo Yun's head, and said softly: "Of course your master will go."

Your master... my master...

Mo Yun murmured in his heart.

He is the master, the only person who treated him well in the past and present life, he is not the Ye Wuchen who treated him fiercely in his memory——

He is, my master...