Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

It was about a few months later, Ye Wuchen's health was getting better and better, only occasionally restless, so he retreated and practiced, the autumn colors were dyed in the day when he left the retreat, after Xiao Yichun's inspections, he was finally able to pick up the Zhen Shan Tang Mission gone.

It's just that the senior brother has orders, and he is still not allowed to take on those missions that are too dangerous.

The lightning and thunder at Qingfeng that day was considered by the people to be a thunder disaster, and Ye Wuchen's sudden loss of cultivation was also considered to be caused by the failure of ascension, and Ye Wuchen didn't bother to explain.

So this incident has become a great regret circulated in the world.

Fortunately, Ye Wuchen's spiritual root is still there, and his spiritual core is not damaged, so he can return to his former strength after practicing hard.

Occasionally, when doing missions, Ye Wuchen would encounter a series of questions from people who didn’t know him, and the one he heard the most was this sentence——

"Does Xianjun have a family?"

No matter how many times he heard it, Ye Wuchen would always be stunned, lowered his head, looked at the white gauze on the bamboo hat, Yubai's fingers clenched for no reason.

"I have married, but the Taoist couple has left and I don't want to marry again."

After hearing this, everyone sighed for a while and apologized.

Xanadu is still colorful and red raining down, no one opens the wine jars piled up in the corner, Ye Wuchen doesn't drink often, but he doesn't give away the wine, he keeps it for himself and drinks occasionally.

Lu Xiao was lying on the stone table, with a wine glass in front of him, which contained crystal clear wine, and the strong aroma of wine lingered on the tip of his nose. He said to Ye Wuchen who had just come back from a trip, "Brother Ye, you beat me with this wine!" Where did it come from? It's very strong."

Strong alcohol burns your heart, Ye Wuchen is a mediocre drinker, why hoard such strong alcohol?

Ye Wuchen took off the drooping gauze hat, glanced at him, and replied, "It's a gift from a friend."

"Friend?" Lu Xiao smacked his lips, "Is it the Mo Yun you mentioned?"

"No."

Lu Xiao snorted, drank the glass of wine, shamelessly rubbed against Ye Wuchen, and asked with a smile: "Brother Ye, are you cooking today?"

Ye Wuchen looked at him indifferently while holding the draped bamboo hat, the corners of his mouth twitched.

I don't know what day it was, he went to the small kitchen to cook some food when he had nothing to do, and Lu Xiao just came to visit and asked him to eat together.

Ye Wuchen didn't do these things very often in the first place, he didn't do much after just doing that one meal, but this person was thinking about his craftsmanship for several days.

Lu Xiaobin kept staring at him without saying a word, curled his lips, "It's really hard to come to your place for a meal."

Ye Wuchen looked down at the draped bamboo hat in his hand, sighed, and said with a smile: "So the elder is better than me, why don't you go to his place to eat? You have to come here to pester me."

"You cook, that's rare in the world."

Ye Wuchen glanced at him, put the draped gauze hat on the rattan chair, and by the way put the peach blossom in his sleeve on it.

"I don't do that very often."

Having said that, he went down to the kitchen under Lu Xiao's hopeful eyes.

Seeing those things in the small kitchen, he hid behind the stove, took a fire pocket to light a fire, everything was so familiar.

You can do everything, and it’s not that you can’t do without someone.

He just misses him.

The rattan chair swayed lightly, stained with the afterglow of the shattered afterglow, and the draped bamboo hat on it was spotless, with only a little tinge of crimson.

It is the occasion of welcoming the spring, in the midst of the fragrant sky in April.

When Ye Wuchen came out, the hem of his robe was stained with stove dust, he didn't care much, he just said hello to Gutang who Lu Xiao dragged over.

Gutang looked at him, and suddenly said: "You came here without invitation, don't blame Elder Ye."

Ye Wuchen paused for a while, lowered his eyelashes, and smiled, "How can you be so unfamiliar."

Lu Xiao only paid attention to the dishes he brought, and rushed to eat them as soon as they were all placed on the stone table.

The setting sun spread across the sky like a thin mist dyed with light crimson, covering Zhiqing Peak like gauze like mist.

A few quarters of an hour later, the afterglow gradually dimmed, the sky was full of stars, and the moon was like a bright moon.

When Gutang left, he suddenly said to Ye Wuchen: "The person you remember should be the same as you back then. He went to another place."

Ye Wuchen stood under the starry sky, dressed in a white robe as the moonlight in the world, standing alone, with a faint smile on his thin lips, "Yes."

He said he would come back, Ye Wuchen just waited.

I don't know how long it has passed, it is very long, but it seems very short, spring, summer, autumn and winter pass by in sequence, the sun, moon and stars alternate, everything calms down, including the heart that was once panicked.

Ye Wuchen was lying on the rattan chair with a big cat in his arms, watching the morning scene on Zhiqing Peak, patted the big cat's head, and closed his eyes.

Haven't come back yet.

He is afraid of the cold, but he always chooses to go out in early spring when the feeling of winter has not faded. At this time, walking all the way, he can see peach blossoms in full bloom along the way.

There are red rains in the world, and white clothes walk alone in the world.

Standing amidst the glamorous colors, he occasionally had the illusion that when he folded off the peach branch and turned his head, a person behind him smiled and asked him: "Master, do you want to drink peach blossom tea?"

He is a monk, and his five sense perception ability is stronger than others. He knows that there will be no one behind him, but he can't help but turn his head to take a look. He must lower his eyes and move forward alone when the slightest hope fails.

Ye Wuchen lay on the rattan chair, hugged the big cat that just wanted to kick its nose and face back into his arms, patted its restless head, patted it to be good, and continued to lie down.

"Meow..." The big cat stepped on his chest, moved to his neck and shoulders, curled itself into a ball, purring lazily.

Because he has focused on cultivation in recent years and has not accepted apprentices, Zhiqing Peak is still cold and clear, and has no human taste.

Ye Wuchen lay on the recliner and fell asleep. The big cat shook its tail gently, half-closed its eyes, and suddenly saw the figure of the spirit rabbit jumping out of the bamboo forest. It straightened up and went to catch the rabbit.

The next day, Xiao Yichun came to Qingfeng, and was about to knock on the door of Four Seasons Residence, but found that his junior had already run to lie down on the wicker chair, he turned around and nodded Ye Wuchen's eyebrows.

"Senior brother."

"Hmm..." Ye Wuchen felt sleepy in spring, opened his eyes slowly, put the big cat in his arms on his face, and said in a muffled voice, "I won't accept disciples for the time being."

April has come, Xiao Yichun must have come to him to ask about the Immortal Sword Sect's Apprentice Conference, but he often goes out, so he really doesn't have time to bring another apprentice.

What's more, Zhiqing Peak has not been fully repaired, except for Four Seasons Residence, there is basically no place for people to stay, Ye Wuchen thought, if he wants to recruit disciples, he should wait until the disciple's residence under Qingfeng Peak is repaired.

Xiao Yichun tapped his forehead to wake him up, "I know you don't accept disciples. A few days ago, an abbot of Gujing Temple ascended, and now he is hosting a banquet, and Immortal Sword Sect is also invited."

No one has ascended since the Great War of Gods and Demons. The news of someone ascending suddenly must be worthy of celebration. Ye Wuchen squinted his eyes and got up lazily, "Let's go."

Xiao Yichun dragged the confused junior back again, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "The banquet is ten days later, what are you doing so early?"

Ye Wuchen fell back onto the wicker chair again, the chair shook a bit, he suddenly thought of a question, and couldn't help muttering: "There is no fairy world in this world, where is he going to ascend?"

The Demon Realm has always been safe, Ye Wuchen took advantage of the ten days to go to a small village close to the Demon Realm to eliminate demons, and on the way back, he saw peach blossoms all over the road, delicate pink flowers in bud.

Suddenly, I saw a man in red holding a red umbrella, leaning against a certain tree, looking at the sky boredly, moving his legs, and there was a soft sound of iron.

He is looking at a man in black with long green eyes and long hair, his voice is always charming, but now he is angry, "You don't let me go this way, don't let me go that way, I am The host and you are the host?"

"I used to be the emperor of the ages." Meihu was very upset, put away the red umbrella, used it as a sword and leaned against Feng Yunhe's neck, gnashing his teeth, "I'm going to visit the brothel!"

Feng Yunhe was extremely speechless to his behavior, and swept away the umbrella with a calm face, "I didn't stop you from visiting brothels, but you can't go shopping with my name and face!"

"Who makes you so annoying every day?!"

"Who is disobedient?"

"Discipline? Does your system have the right to interfere with the host's private life?"

"But I have the right to defend my reputation."

The two in the distance were arguing, Ye Wuchen vaguely heard some words, but didn't understand them, he was a little curious, but seeing the arrogant and domineering aura of those two, he still didn't disturb the atmosphere of their quarrel.

Changing the direction and leaving, Ye Wuchen took out the notebook, and opened a page in the middle, the dry ink on it was smudged, probably the person was very emotional when he wrote it.

"What if you come back and like someone else?"

Before the word "others", there is another word, which can be vaguely seen to be a charm, and it has been crossed out with an ink pen.

Ye Wuchen stared fascinatedly, he didn't notice that there was a branch hanging on his clothes, when he realized it, he found that it was a twig of peach blossom hanging on his shoulder.

He was a little dazed, and then he took down the peach blossom, pinched off the branches, pressed the peach blossom into the pages of the book, closed the book, and looked at the blue sky.

What if you don't come back?

Ten days later, the Immortal Sword Sect came as promised, and the Gujing Temple was not present, but this time it was rare for most sects from the world of cultivating immortals to gather, which is really surprising.

When Ye Wuchen arrived at the place, Feng Yuling threw him into his arms first, "Brother!"

Tang Wanfeng is already the head of a faction, although she is young, she has become more and more mature in this position, and seeing Ye Wuchen is not as excited as when she was young.

I saw her smiling gently, "Master Ye Xian."

Ye Wuchen responded with a smile, wanting to push the younger sister in his arms away a little bit, Feng Yuling pouted dissatisfiedly, "Brother, now that you're grown up, you won't let him even hug you, right?"

He was very helpless, "Can you learn from your apprentice?"

Feng Yuling blinked, "I think my apprentice is quite like you."

Tang Wanfeng paused, feeling uncomfortable for the first time being the head of the sect for so long, "When I was young, I worshiped the immortal master, so I inevitably learned a little like the immortal master... When I was young, the immortal master came to teach at Xianqi Sect..."

I also learned it on purpose.

She spoke very softly, Ye Wuchen couldn't hear clearly, but he thought of a question, and suddenly looked behind him, good guy, Lang Luan was staring at him again.

He took Feng Yuling aside, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Gong Linglan who was watching from a distance. The young man back then had matured a lot, but for some reason, he was standing alone in the distance again, with no expression on his face, looking calmly. With this excitement.

The atmosphere of the Cangsong faction has been bad in recent years, and the reputation of the second largest faction has also dropped a lot. As the young master, Gong Linglan will have some influence to some extent.

Ye Wuchen just glanced over, and he immediately lowered his eyes, probably because he was afraid that the eyes he saw would be disgust.

Gong Linglan stood there, looking at the person he had pursued before, she calmly looked away, not daring to look any more.

I can't remember the past clearly, but I know from the bottom of my heart that it doesn't belong to me.

Long Qi stood next to him at some point and said, "Young master, the head is looking for you."

"……Um."

The Buddhist gate is quiet, and the secluded meditation room is deep.

Gong Linglan never looked at Long Qi who was walking beside her, but suddenly stood on the marble paved road, looking at the closed meditation room.

"If I wasn't Gong Linglan, would I be better off?"

After a pause, Long Qi opened his mouth to speak, when a young monk passing by opened his mouth.

"All living beings are suffering, benefactor, don't look far away, look around, if you weren't for you, you wouldn't have met such a person."

Over there, Ye Wuchen escaped from the crowd, took out a gauze hat and put it on, found a secluded place and sat down, the bell rang, a monk in yellow robe walked by, the commoner cassock stopped in front of him, Ye Wuchen He raised his head and saw that it was an old monk, so he took off the bamboo hat and hugged it in his arms, "What's the matter?"

He was sitting under an old linden tree, the fallen leaves were flying, the sky was falling, and a ray of light happened to fall into his dark purple pupils, illuminating the gloom brightly.

In the silence, the ancient bell sounded, as if it came from ancient times.

Ye Wuchen stood up. He didn't know much about the Buddhist rules. Seeing the old monk staring at him and not speaking, he thought it was because no one could sit here, so he said, "I'm sitting in the wrong place? I'm really sorry, I will pay attention."

The old monk performed a Buddha ceremony to him, and his old voice was mottled with the years, "Buddha is always forgotten, and so is heaven and earth."

"...Ah?" Ye Wuchen didn't quite understand the meaning of his words, and suddenly slammed into his vicissitudes of eyes, and heard his warm voice, "This time, I am lucky to be able to ascend to the rank of immortal!" Ben, all thanks to the blessing of the benefactor."

The quiet bell rang again, Ye Wuchen looked at this person, pondered for a moment, "Are you the one who ascended?"

"Yes, but it's really not an ascension." The old monk looked at him and smiled, "The fairy city was built because of the benefactor."

Ye Wuchen was completely bewildered by his cloudy words. After saying goodbye, he walked forward for a while. Ye Wuchen suddenly turned back and blocked the old monk, a little anxiously, "Mo Yun..."

The old monk smiled and took out a peach blossom and handed it to him, and the four words blocked his words.

"Buddha remembers."

The Gujing Temple does not come out of the world, enters the world without touching the mundane world, purifies the body and enters the Buddhist gate, and forms its own way of cultivating immortals.

People often forget this sect, and even the world forgets to erase their memory of Mo Yun. It is because they have transcended the mundane that they are classified as non-mortal by the world.

The back of the old monk gradually drifted away, disappearing between heaven and earth, the sound of the bell was the echo of ancient times, the swaying branches of the linden tree, and the rustling leaves covered the twisted and twisted roots exposed on the ground.

The peach branch in his hand looked familiar, very similar to the branch Ye Wuchen gave Mo Yun in the Demon Realm, even the number of flowering petals and the bending degree of the branches seemed to be the same.

He stood where he was, not daring to move.

There is someone behind him, moving forward.

Under the Bodhi tree, within the ringing of the bell, he was holding a veiled bamboo hat, and fell into an embrace with the touch of beauty in the world that was sent over.

"Master, wait a long time."

Sudden stagnation, timid near the hometown, dare not look back.

The spring breeze blew through the dense canopy of the Bodhi tree, causing a soft rustling sound. Ye Wuchen's throat was dry and hoarse, and it took him a long time to say a single word.

"you……"

No afterword.

His brain is seldom so confused, and he held it in for a long time before he uttered a dumbfounding sentence, "Aren't you a fake?"

He still didn't look back, Mo Yun had no choice but to go around and stand in front of him, with a smile like dipped in syrup on his face, "Master, can I see if I'm fake?"

Standing in front of him, he was dressed in a black gold robe, with a greasy smile on his mouth, he was as good as hell, just like in memory.

Ye Wuchen was a little dazed for a while, and suddenly he looked at the peach blossom branch in his hand as if awakened, and murmured softly: "This is an illusion created..."

Mo Yun was amused by his reaction, pinched his chin, met his slightly flustered eyes, leaned slightly, breath intertwined, "Illusion?"

The distance suddenly narrowed, and there was a clear and disturbing voice next to it, it was a little monk who came to clean.

"Buddhist Pure Land—"

As soon as the words came out, Ye Wuchen was so frightened that his hair exploded. He subconsciously threw the gauze hat on Mo Yun's head, completely covering the man, and then left quickly.

After walking for a while, he found that his apprentice hadn't brought him with him, so he turned back and took Mo Yun away.

go go go go.

Mo Yun was amused by his chain reaction.

Ye Wuchen was terrified by those four words, and led him away from the ancient mirror temple all the way in a daze. When he reached the streets of Shuzhong, he blended into the crowd and didn't know where he was going.

Mo Yun pointed him in the direction, "Let's go to the inn where we were trapped by snow before."

Ye Wuchen is terribly confused now, and he really found the inn according to his words. In order for the boss to recall the past when he saw him, he laughed and joked: "This fairy, if you still need the medicine for wind and cold, don't hesitate." Come to me, you don’t need money, I have everything.”

He hastily responded, grabbed the man and went upstairs.

Mo Yun's plot succeeded, and when he got there, he threw him on the bed, pulled off the draped bamboo hat that was in the way, pressed his lips, and attacked every inch of the city wantonly, his dark eyes were soaked with gleam, and he still didn't react when he looked at that people.

"wait wait wait……"

Ye Wuchen hadn't realized that his current situation was a case of leading a wolf into a house. It took him a lot of effort to escape from the little bastard. He looked at this person in a daze, and then suddenly grabbed his face.

"Are you real?"

Mo Yun said: "Really, of course I am true."

Ye Wuchen blinked, then dodged to the side suddenly, leaned against the head of the bed, lowered his head and pinched his fingertips.

is that true?

He has seen so many illusions in these years, and has had so many dreams. Is this really true?

Mo Yun looked at his master with a smile on his face, and suddenly spread out his palm in front of him, and put a happy red kit on it, "Master, do you still remember this?"

Ye Wuchen looked at it for a moment, then shook his head.

Mo Yun was not surprised that he denied the answer. He tore open the brocade bag, and inside were two sections of blue silk, "The paper dolls of ten brocades tied our hair into pigtails, remember?"

Ye Wuchen recalled it for a while, but he remembered it, so he looked at Mo Yun even more blankly, "...you have been following me since then?"

Mo Yun suppressed the laughter overflowing from his throat, but couldn't help it after all, and reminded his master, "What is this, I've been eyeing you since I became the Immortal Emperor."

Ye Wuchen, who had been stared at for several lifetimes, became more and more confused. It took a long time for his brain to come back from the dead state, and he kept asking the same question upside down.

"So you're real?"

Mo Yun lowered his eyelashes to cover up the sudden emotion in his eyes. After a long time, he embraced him, "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

How many fakes have you seen before you doubt the truth so cautiously?

Until this moment, Ye Wuchen slowly and tentatively hugged the person who had been waiting for a long time, closed his eyes, and delivered the uneasiness of so many years.

There was a tremor in his flat voice, so he didn't dare to speak.

What has Mo Yun been doing all these years?What did the old monk mean?Why did you come back so late?

Many questions were stuck in his heart, strangling his throat, so that Ye Wuchen couldn't find his own voice for a few times, so he could only grab the other person's shoulder and swallow those choked sobs silently.

As a result, the person Mo Yun was holding was trembling.