Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The scenery in the four seasons of Zhiqing Peak seems to be the same. In Sijiju, what you can see will always be bamboo and blue sea. Waiting for a winter snow indicates that the New Year is approaching.

After reaching the crown, Mo Yun got his wish and stayed by Ye Wuchen's side every day. Except that he couldn't execute the colorful scenes imagined in his mind, everything else was fine.

Ye Wuchen usually lays on the rattan chair, with a book spread out to cover his face, blocking the bright spring sun, while Mo Yun lies on the stone table, confronting the big cat who seems to be his rival in love.

"Meow!" Don't pull my tail!

Mo Yun: "Don't quarrel with Master!"

"Meow……"

The big cat glanced at Ye Wuchen who was dozing over there, slapped Mo Yun away with his paw, stepped on the armrest of the wicker chair, and rolled into a ball in Ye Wuchen's arms in front of Mo Yun.

Mo Yun was silent for a moment, walked to the wicker chair and picked up the back of the big cat's neck, and threw it away without changing his face.

"Meow meow!!"

Mo Yun looked at the big cat that was about to pounce on it again, and directly dropped a barrier, lying on the stone table, squinting slightly, looking at the setting sun and dusk in the distance.

He always goes out with Ye Wuchen, and the folks more or less know that Master Ye has a Taoist companion, but Mo Yun's existence has been wiped out by this world, so no one knows his background, and those folk words in the book Started to make up nonsense.

Some say that he is just a mortal, some say that he is a monster, and some say that he may be a great immortal, but there is an undeniable point of view that he must be Ye Wuchen's Mo Yun.

And those folk picture books are really vividly written. Mo Yun secretly collected many of them, and then one day they were taken away by Ye Wuchen.

He almost died of wronged that day.

Mo Yun recalled the past, and lay down on the stone table as if he was discouraged. The big cat that was blocked by the barrier had already slipped away. He tilted his head and looked at Ye Wuchen who was lying defenseless on the rattan chair, humming Haw buried his head in the crook of his arms, thinking that he must hide those scriptures better in the future.

When it was time for dinner, Mo Yun went to the kitchen again, thinking about what to feed his master today, but accidentally saw those packets of rice cakes wrapped in lotus leaves piled up in the corner.

That was the only food that Master didn't really like to eat.

His master can't eat rice cakes that are too sticky. Occasionally, he eats them in small bites and chews them slowly. Usually he eats very slowly, and he still eats them after they are cold, but the taste is not good after they are cold. Well, he ate more slowly.

A few days ago, Ye Wuchen accepted a mission called Hongyu Town, where rice cakes are abundant, Ye Wuchen always treats people with courtesy, the people in the town saw this fairy with a kind face, so they packed a few bags of rice cakes for him, Wrap it in lotus leaves and let him take it back to Xianjianmen.

Mo Yun was standing next to Ye Wuchen, and he noticed that when his master received those rice cakes, the expression on his face was a little dull.

"Thank you, but it doesn't take so much..."

Ye Wuchen wanted to give back a little, but the people in the town hurriedly pushed back, "No, no, no, Xianjun helped us get rid of the demons, a little gift, please don't dislike it."

"I don't dislike it." Ye Wuchen seemed to sigh, put away those rice cakes, bid farewell to the townspeople and left.

Mo Yun noticed his chain reaction, and after leaving that place, he walked up to his side and asked, "Master, don't you like rice cakes?"

Ye Wuchen looked at the big bag of rice cakes in his hand, and sighed weakly, "It's not that I don't like it."

The main reason is that when he eats something like rice cakes, he feels the same no matter how he chews, and he can't swallow it after taking a big bite, and he will retch.

That's bad.

It wasn't a matter of a day or two for Mo Yun to be greedy for his body. When he arrived at a nearby inn, he started to attack people, but he was taught what castration is.

He murmured aggrievedly: "Master, if this goes on like this, I will become a monk even if I don't eunuch."

Ye Wuchen only glanced at him, "That's pretty good."

Mo Yun had no choice but to lie down on the table to look at the rice cake wrapped in lotus leaves. He was dissatisfied with his desire, and his eyes were flushed with aggrieved eyes, but he could only turn his mind to the cooking skills he had practiced for many years, "Master, I will use this rice cake to serve you." You cook glutinous rice bar."

Ye Wuchen refused, he took off his clothes behind the screen, his figure was dimly illuminated by the candlelight in the room, Mo Yun looked over, how could a person who had been forced to abstinence for a long time be able to stand the stimulation, so he put down the rice cake on the spot To catch the person over there who just stepped into the tub.

"Master, you always let me endure for so long, but if you endure for too long, you will be the one who suffers."

"Well!"

……

Ye Wuchen was really a little delirious, and his speech was intermittent, and his language function was already disordered.

"I, you let me finish washing first, no, you go out first..."

Mo Yun was always so bad in this respect, he leaned against his ear and licked his earlobe, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Master, do you think this water can wash your body clean?"

Mo Yun always makes Ye Wuchen panic about this kind of thing afterwards, so he wants to make Mo Yun abstain from sex, but the more he makes this person abstinent, the longer he makes this little bastard endure, the more Ye Wuchen has to bear. Especially many.

On the other hand, this little bastard is still so good at pretending, pretending to be soft, pretending to be pitiful, pretending to be wronged, selling miserables, selling obediently, selling tears, afterward, Mo Yun called Master, and Ye Wuchen could only lie on the bed with tears streaming down his face.

The next day, Ye Wuchen looked at the marks all over his body, and the little bastard sitting by the bed refreshed, cursed secretly, and didn't intend to get out of bed.

Damn little bastard, don't even think about getting into his bed in this life.

"Master..." Mo Yun sat beside his bed, looking pleasing to the eye, "Don't be angry, okay?"

Ye Wuchen pulled off the quilt and buried himself.

"Master, I was wrong..."

"That's what you said last time."

"The last time was a month ago, Master, if you let me hold it like this, I will die sooner or later."

Ye Wuchen said in a muffled voice: "I'm getting old, I can't bear it."

He had just finished getting rid of the demon in that town, and he wanted to take a bath to relax, but he was made even more tired by this little bastard.

Mo Yun put the bowl in his hand aside, carefully pulled his quilt, and looked at his pair of purple eyes, "Master, next time I will control..."

"..." Ye Wuchen was silent for a moment, "How long is it?"

Mo Yun paused, and carefully reported the time, "Shen, it's the time."

Shen Shi—it is equivalent to the evening. He returned to the inn at You Shi yesterday, and was also entangled by Mo Yun during that time period. Calculated in this way, he slept almost a day.

Ye Wuchen was silent for a moment, picked up the pillow next to him and smashed it on Mo Yun's face, his voice was restrained, "How long have you been pestering me?!"

"No! I didn't do it when the master fainted!"

Ye Wuchen laughed angrily, "I fainted?"

"No, that, Master is too tired and fell asleep... Master, I was really wrong!"

Ye Wuchen was so busy getting angry that he didn't notice that the quilt covering his body had slid down due to his actions, and the porcelain-white skin was exposed to the light, and Mo Yun's face turned red from the ambiguous traces on it.

Ye Wuchen was always a little late, and only realized his current situation when he saw Mo Yun's cheeks flushed, and immediately retracted under the quilt, hiding himself tightly.

Recalling this point, Mo Yun had already opened the lotus leaf, revealing the tender white rice cake inside. He stood still and thought for a while, and then took out glutinous rice wine from a dark corner.

The sweet smell of glutinous rice and wine wafted from the kitchen, and when the cooking smoke dissipated and the bonfire was burned out, all the dishes were put on the stone table.

Ye Wuchen woke up slowly, he took the book off his face, glanced at the sky, sat up sleepily, and sat there without moving.

Mo Yun suddenly flashed in front of him, Ye Wuchen was startled by him, leaned back involuntarily, the wicker chair shook slightly.

He smashed the book in his hand on Mo Yun's face, "Go away."

Mo Yun didn't leave, but pulled him up instead.

The two formed a contract with a thousand knots of silk nets, and there was a very special part of the contract. When the two bodies touched, any part of Ye Wuchen and Mo Yun's body would pull out a thread that was condensed with spiritual power. tiny red threads, connected to each other.

Just like this moment, Ye Wuchen raised his wrist to look at the line of crimson above, followed that line, and landed on Mo Yun's finger.

How is it like an anti-lost rope?

Immortal Master Ye thought about such a beautiful picture, and it always seemed very ghostly.

Ye Wuchen doesn't eat rice cakes very much, so when he saw the bowl of glutinous rice wine in Mo Yun's hand, he refused in his heart.

Then Mo Yun saw Ye Wuchen pick out all the rice cakes from the bowl of glutinous rice wine in front of him and throw them into his own bowl, and began to drink the glutinous rice wine with a spoon.

Mo Yun looked at the bowl full of rice cakes in front of him, Shen Ling for a moment, and began to carry out his real purpose, "I want Master to feed me."

Ye Wuchen held the spoon in his mouth and raised his hand to give him a chopstick.

Rejection is full of meaning.

Mo Yun was lying on the table, with the fading sunset behind him. He held his forehead that was hit by chopsticks, and put on a pitiful look in his eyes, "It was originally Master's, but Master didn't feed me. I won't eat it."

"Anyway, there is no need for cultivators to eat." Ye Wuchen was speechless to the little bastard, "Aren't you ashamed to ask me to feed you when you're so old?"

"Don't be ashamed." Mo Yun squinted his eyes, as if there was always a layer of water in those jet-black eyes, as long as Ye Wuchen refused, the tears inside would fall like a tie.

Ye Wuchen looked at him for a while, helpless and speechless, took a piece of soft glutinous rice cake with chopsticks, and put the rice cake with the sweetness of glutinous rice wine into his mouth.

"Eat the rest by yourself."

Mo Yun is an easy-to-satisfy cub, and after pestering him to feed himself a few pieces, he stopped, then held the bowl of rice cakes and chewed slowly and contentedly.

"Don't choke." Ye Wuchen, who was once so out of breath from being stuck on rice cakes, reminded him aloud.

The stars gradually came out and night fell. Mo Yun finished chewing the bowl of rice cakes. For some reason, he probably didn't drink any water. He sat on the stone chair with a bewildered expression and hiccupped.

"Master... hiccup, my lord."

Ye Wuchen stared at him for a moment, got up and brought him a glass of water, Mo Yun drank it without thinking, but because he drank too fast, he choked on the water again.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Mo Yun choked badly, lying on the table and coughing violently, it took a long time to recover, and when he looked up again, tears welled up in his eyes, "Master, I... hiccup..."

He choked, and looked at Ye Wuchen tearfully.

Ye Wuchen patted him on the shoulder, "It will be fine later."

Mo Yun could only lie on the table and hiccup in a daze, Ye Wuchen put away the bowls and chopsticks on the table, thought of something in the kitchen, and began to instill strange thoughts in his apprentice.

"This is your retribution." Ye Wuchen's face was very serious, which made Mo Yun also become serious, and the scene was extremely solemn for a moment.

However, Mo Yun heard his good master say: "This is what you did in the inn a few days ago without my permission... Anyway, it's retribution."

Mo Yun put on a meaningful smile in an instant, and was about to say something to tease Ye Wuchen, and then hiccupped very smugly.

Mo Yun: "..."

Under the night, Ye Wuchen belatedly realized that what he just said was illogical, so he suddenly sat next to him like an old monk, thinking about how to brainwash his apprentice to be more convincing.

The bright moon hung high, and the cool night wind blew by. A few bamboo leaves floated and fell on Ye Wuchen's shoulders, but he didn't notice it.

Mo Yun had already returned to normal. He was still thinking about brainwashing his apprentice, but was caught off guard by the person next to him and picked him up. Ye Wuchen was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously grabbed his skirt, "What do you want?"

"Take Master to sleep."

Ye Wuchen panicked, wanted to struggle, but was held tightly by him, and finally he could only say dryly: "I just fell asleep two days ago."

Stopping in front of the gate of Sijiju, Mo Yun slightly lowered his head to look at Ye Wuchen who was in a panic in his arms, and smiled involuntarily.

He kicked open the door without explaining anything, Ye Wuchen felt that he couldn't indulge this little bastard too much, and when he was thinking about how to castrate him, he was already put on the bed.

Ye Wuchen was startled, and Mo Yun said again: "I said that I will not do things that Master doesn't like."

The candle was extinguished, and the people beside him were very well-behaved, Ye Wuchen still didn't believe it, "How did you explain it a few days ago?"

"It's Master who made me hold back for too long, I can't help it."

Ye Wuchen is used to sleeping on the outside, but Mo Yun always likes to move him to the inside, wrapping him in his arms, the silk thread drawn from the two of them due to the contract lingers with a faint light, hiding in the darkness.

Ye Wuchen raised his eyes and stared at Mo Yun, because he felt that the little bastard was uneasy and kind, so his tone of voice was chilly, "It's still early, how are you going to sleep?"

Mo Yun felt that he was so innocent, "Of course the master didn't feel sleepy after sleeping all afternoon, but it's already very late now, and that cat may have fallen asleep."

Ye Wuchen lowered his head, but after sleeping for a long time, he really didn't feel sleepy, and because he was terrified, he sat up after a while.

In the darkness, Mo Yun realized that the person beside him had woken up in his sleepiness, reached out to grab his arm, and spoke in a tone resembling the coquettishness of a teenager.

"Master, come back soon..."

Hearing this voice, Ye Wuchen sat on the bed for a while and then lay down again. The people beside him immediately came up and took him back into his arms again.

The night is still young, very peaceful.

Ye Wuchen was not sleepy, so he watched the little bastard slowly getting sleepy in front of him, and when he fell asleep, his eyes were on his slightly trembling eyelashes, and he brushed away the messy hair on his forehead with his hands boredly. hair strands.

He stared at Mo Yun for a long time, swept from the thick eyelashes to the high bridge of the nose, paused for a moment, and planted a peaceful kiss on his lips, then got into the quilt, closed his eyes, and looked for the person in the middle of the night. drowsiness.

The wind blows, and the bamboo forest outside rustles, making it even more peaceful.

May your years be quiet and peaceful for a lifetime.