Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The peach blossoms are fragrant, and the shadows of the trees are swaying. The pink flowers of the peach trees on both sides of the road are in full bloom, and the fragrance is overflowing.

This petal-studded road leads straight to a deep forest.

Walking in, the moonlight is blocked by the branches and leaves, and the forest is so dark that you can't see your fingers.

The ballads of the paper dolls became more and more clear and permeable in such a quiet environment, and when they sang to the happy point, the paper dolls would laugh in unison, eerie and terrifying.

The horseshoes trampled on the dead leaves, making a rustling sound.The cart drove along the uneven dirt road, which was a little bumpy.

The thin wheel of the cart touched a stone, and suddenly tilted to the right. Mo Yun was unsteady lying on Ye Wuchen's body, and almost fell onto the body of the person next to him.

Ye Wuchen didn't think much, hugged Mo Yun's waist with one hand, and supported the back of his head with the other, holding him firmly.

No matter what the reason was, the little apprentice helped him push the drunk man away, so that his nose would not suffer anymore.

The body was only separated by two layers of rough cloth, and the boy could clearly feel the warmth of the man's body. His ears were slightly red, and when he turned his head to see the braids made of two people's hair, his cheeks were slightly hot.

Mo Yun saw his body clinging to Master's body like an octopus, and felt strangely happy in his panic.

"what are you doing!"

"Are you blind?"

"you you!"

"You and everything, you said that I am you."

Mo Yun had never seen such a shameless person in his previous life, he was a little at a loss.

The two were quarreling without any conclusions, and Mo Yun suddenly heard the voice saying, "Hey, practice hard."

Mo Yun was about to laugh angrily, "It's up to you to say!"

"I will come often."

"you dare!"

"See if I dare."

Mo Yun was thinking about how to respond to him, but a person who was almost exactly like himself appeared in front of him.

"evildoer!"

The person opposite was a little speechless. He looked down at his somewhat fleshy hands, and his brows were stained with nostalgia.

He pointed at Mo Yun arrogantly, and uttered childish words: "Be nice to Master!"

Mo Yun folded his chest: "You don't need to tell me, I know."

The two stood in Mo Yun's spiritual world, which was equivalent to a monk's exclusive soul room, and only recognized the soul but not the face.

Mo Yun thought about the origin of the person in front of him in his heart.

Whether it is a mortal or a monk, the soul is divided into three souls and seven souls, and each strand will be imprinted by the spiritual world.

For example, the imprint of his soul is a karmic fire red lotus on his jaw.

Take a closer look at the chin of the man opposite, and there is a red lotus mark exactly like him.

"you……"

The boy on the opposite side raised his chin so that Mo Yun could see it more clearly, and let out a very arrogant "huh".

Mo Yun pouted, a little in disbelief that this was really his own soul.

There are also precedents of soul splitting in the cultivation world, but the reason is still unknown, but it has little impact on cultivation.

"Mo Yun" put his hands on his hips arrogantly, and said some orders in his tone: "Take good care of Master, I'm leaving first."

"Go?" Before Mo Yun had time to react, he felt a force pulling him back to his body, and he clearly felt Ye Wuchen's arm around his waist.

He quickly checked the mental space, but there was no one there.

"do not move."

Ye Wuchen exhaled softly against his ear.

This little brat didn't know what was going on, but he wanted to get up. He didn't know what he was doing now.

Ye Wuchen patted his head helplessly.

Mo Yun was honest, motionless and stiff.

There was light spreading ahead, and revolving lanterns, either plain white or light yellow, were sparsely placed in a large open space.

Flowers, birds, fish and insects of different shapes are depicted in water and ink on the paper fan. Although the placement is messy, they are all placed around the ancient tower in the middle.

The ancient pagoda is seven stories high, with painted pillars and carved beams, carved jujubes in Danying, doors and windows carved with fresh patterns, red tiles and loach ridges on the top, and all seven floors can be viewed by leaning on the railing.

A scene of elegance and luxury.

The scooters lined up in an orderly manner before the temple pagoda.

The singing of the paper dolls became more and more festive, singing and transferring the sleeping people on the bus to the ancient pagoda one by one.

The paper dolls may all like to play marriage games, and when they saw Ye Wuchen and Mo Yun embracing each other, they clapped in unison.

The fingers of the paper doll with hair tied by Ye Wuchen and Mo Yun slid in the air, causing the "newly married couple" to levitate in the air and enter the ancient pagoda.

A sharp voice from the paper doll sounded behind him:

"Send it to the bridal chamber—"

Ye Wuchen: You are fucking blind, send two men into the bridal chamber!

With endless worries and thoughts in their hearts, the two were placed on a soft bed.

This room is not big, it should be a compartment in the temple tower, the bed is wide and soft, the bed beams are carved from sandalwood, a jade white tent is hung beside the bed, and silver crabapple flowers are embroidered on the tent. The jade wall is a lamp.

Not far from the bed, pearls are used as curtains, and the wind blows like a sea of ​​clouds, rain and tears.

Outside is a coffee table, a set of tea sets, a few round stools, and a blue and white porcelain long-necked bottle in the middle of the coffee table, with a few beautiful peach blossoms inserted in it, and elegant paintings and poems hanging on the wall, so interesting.

Ye Wuchen opened his eyes slightly, seeing such a scene, he couldn't help sighing: This monster's life is better than that of an elder...

He gradually relaxed his body, and he was already a little numb when he hugged the little apprentice, so he didn't move easily.

Mo Yun wanted to get up, but Ye Wuchen hadn't let go of the hand on his waist, he thought for a moment, and then continued to lie on Ye Wuchen.

Incense was lit in the room, and it smelled a little drunk. Mo Yun could clearly hear Ye Wuchen's slow breathing. up.

"call……"

Ye Wuchen moved his arms, thinking why this little brat didn't get off his body.

He deliberately pretended to be overwhelmed, and successfully made the little bastard get off his body with a guilty conscience.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his scalp suddenly moved, and he was bumped by Mo Yun.

Ye Wuchen clutched his chin, tears were about to come out.

Mo Yun got up in a hurry, bent down in panic, and reached out to untie the knotted hair of the two of them.

The paper doll didn't know what method it used, and a good braid was braided into an extremely complicated look.

Mo Yun frantically tore the red ribbon at the bottom, and was torn into a knot without paying attention.

Ye Wuchen watched helplessly as Mo Yun clumsily tossed a good little braid into a shitty look, and almost pulled his own hair off halfway.

I feel in my heart that if there is no heroine, this kid will not be able to marry a wife.

With a low sigh, Ye Wuchen grabbed a small knife from Xanadu, raised the knife and dropped it, and simply cut off his lock of hair, and then helped Mo Yun solve the worry of losing it.

Ye Wuchen casually threw that section of hair on the bed, then went to extinguish the burning incense in the corner.

This incense has an intoxicating effect. If you inhale too much, you will have hallucinations. It is better to extinguish it as soon as possible.

It was a bit cold at night, and the beggar's outfit he was wearing was tattered, not to mention most of his arms were exposed, and the fabric was not tight enough to let in the wind.

"Ahhh-"

Ye Wuchen sneezed.

He used to be afraid of the cold when he was in the orphanage, but he didn't expect to be like this after time travel.

Ye Wuchen tightened the clothes on his body, pushed open a door on the side, outside was the railing made of fragrant wood, the corridor surrounded the tower in a circle, along this road you can go to other compartments.

Looking at the height, they should be on the second floor, and the paper dolls below are still singing excitedly, sending people into the tower one after another.

Ye Wuchen closed the porch door silently, and continued to check the furnishings in the house.

The decoration in the room is elegant, in line with the literati's aesthetics. He walked around the coffee table a few times, but he didn't find any doorway.

Thinking to no avail, he simply sat on the round chair, propped his chin, and stared at Mo Yun who was lying on the bed calmly.

The boy's back is thin, and Ye Wuchen feels a little cold when he looks at it.

"Ahhh-"

Ye Wuchen rubbed his nose and continued to stare.

It stands to reason that the protagonist should rush out to fight the monster at this time, why is it so stupid to sit on the bed.

However, now that the protagonist has been reborn, he shouldn't be so reckless. Could it be that he is thinking of countermeasures?

After thinking about it, Ye Wuchen felt that this reason was more appropriate.

He nodded with his chin in a serious manner.

The reason why the protagonist pretends to be awesome in front of him is to preserve his strength!

However, the fact is exactly the opposite. Mo Yun was just thinking about how to restore the two bundles of hair that he messed up.

But under the hands and feet, the two strands of hair have merged, and it is impossible to tell who is who.

Hearing Ye Wuchen's cough just at this time, he looked back and found that Master had a questioning look in his eyes, and then nodded in relief.

I always felt that Master misunderstood something, he quickly explained: "Master, I am afraid that someone with a heart will use the hair to create a Gu technique, so I want to put it away..."

After he finished speaking, he didn't believe it himself, he was the one who obviously wanted to keep the master's hair.

Gu technique is the patent of magic cultivators, they can use other people's hair or clothes to cast Gu, monitor and even control the bewitched person.

Ye Wuchen thought for a moment, "I'm interested, where is my lock of hair?"

Mo Yun turned around awkwardly, holding a bunch of messed up hair in his hands, with a red ribbon tied at the end.

His cheeks were flushed, and his heart was pounding like a deer: "Master..."

Since that soul appeared, something seems to be different in the body...

Ye Wuchen looked into the distance, and it took him a long time to realize what the young man was holding. He was silent for a while: "It's okay, just keep it for me."

In fact, he felt bitter in his heart: So if the protagonist wants to play Gu on himself, he, a small supporting role, can't help it.

He hugged his weak self distressedly.

Mo Yun received the strand of hair into the Liuyun ring as if relieved.

As long as it belongs to Master, I really want to hide it.

The boy at this time has not realized how dangerous his thoughts are, and when he realizes, it is beyond redemption.