Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The bright moon was in the sky, the stars were twinkling, and gusts of night wind blew, blowing the corners of the man's pink clothes. The man held a folding fan, tall and tall, and looked into the distance with vicissitudes in his eyes.

The apprentice hasn't spoken to him for a day, what should I do, wait online, urgent!

The two systems are still not in place, and the agreed reward has not been given, can he go on strike?

Looking from inside the house, the person in front of the bamboo grove looking into the distance looks like a fairy. Mo Yun squeezed the jade pendant that Ye Wuchen gave him in the morning. You know, in the previous life, he couldn't get this jade pendant even though he begged for it.

Thinking of this, a tinge of crimson suddenly appeared in the depths of his eyes, and he threw the jade pendant to the ground with a crisp sound, but it did not shatter.

"It's ironic," he said softly.

Ye Wuchen called the two systems to no avail, so he had to face the reality. After all, it was too unreasonable for him to stand here for a day with a master who left his apprentice behind.

Indeed, he has been standing for a day. After giving Mo Yun the jade pendant, he came here to look into the distance. After watching for a day, the apprentice probably thinks he is crazy.

It is said that the apprentice has been blackened, so it is useless for me to do anything... But, maybe I can save my image?

Thinking about it, he had already walked into Mo Yun's room, and accidentally saw the gloomy expression on his disciple's face, Ye Wuchen's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the male lead was really terrifying, and he showed such an expression when he was only twelve or thirteen years old. Wait for temperament.

Loving father Ye Wuchen said he was very satisfied with his son.

And when Mo Yun saw the master coming, he calmed down the expression on his face in a second, put on a very bright smile, moved the chair to the master, and said sweetly: "Master."

Ye Wuchen sat on the chair and only felt his buttocks getting cold, he asked knowingly: "What was Yun'er thinking just now?"

Mo Yun didn't get Master's permission, so he didn't sit down, but stood next to Ye Wuchen, and said softly: "Master, you don't have to worry about things about your parents before."

Little brat, can you fool your father and me?Aren't you thinking about how I misled you in my previous life?

Ye Wuchen nodded, and took out a book of exercises from the collection, which is the most suitable fire system for Mo Yun, and handed it to Mo Yun: "You should read it first, and ask me if you don't understand."

Mo Yun took it and thanked him.

Ye Wuchen left satisfied and returned to his room.Mo Yun's house is next door, so it's very convenient to go back and forth.

He thought to himself, maybe the protagonist is not bad enough, so he can build it well.

The protagonist who is not bad yet looked at the book, his face was as ugly as if he had eaten a fly, and he was still the same as in his previous life. He gave himself a problematic fire-element exercise, and after practicing it, his tendons were damaged. The speed of cultivation is getting slower and slower.

He put down the book in disgust, and kicked it under the bed without even reading it. After thinking about it, he took out a black cloth bag that he had hidden in the cabinet. There were several exercises in it, which had been turned over. tattered.

He practiced the above exercises over and over again, but the effect was not very good, but it would not damage the meridians.

In the next room, Ye Wuchen hugged the quilt and rolled on the bed, calling the system in his mind over and over again, and finally heard your crisp voice.

Xiaolong: "Host! I'm back!"

"Ah, where's Xiaojian?" Only Xiaolong's voice appeared in his mind.

"Since the host has completed the task of recruiting apprentices, the system has released "Xanadu" to the host." Xiao Jian's voice sounded reluctant.

"Host, check it quickly!" Xiaolong was a little excited, "'Xanadu' is a portable space that can store all dead objects and souls. The capacity is close to unlimited, and the environment is super good~"

"Why are you so clear?" Ye Wuchen asked suspiciously, aren't the two systems from different sources?

But this time neither system responded to his words. There seemed to be some struggling voices in his head. He tentatively called out, speechless in his heart. Could it be that the two systems are fighting again?

He sighed in his heart, and was about to check out "Xanadu". After thinking about it, he tried to explore it with his spiritual sense, but it was useless; he called out "Xanadu" again, but there was no movement; ", but to no avail.

He rolled his eyes and lay on the bed, and thought to himself, let's talk about it tomorrow, anyway, there is a precept of accepting things.

Suddenly thinking of the blackened apprentice, Ye Wuchen inexplicably wondered what he was doing when he didn't see him, wasn't he stabbing his own villain...

Out of curiosity, Ye Wuchen made a clone. After hiding his voice, he manipulated the wind and tiptoed towards Mo Yun's window.

He is meditating.

The child's surroundings were filled with brilliance, and the reddish aura formed an aura circle around him, with some runes appearing on it.

Ye Wuchen knew at a glance that it was not the exercise he gave him. The runes on the aura circle were different for each exercise, and the more advanced the exercise, the more complicated the runes were.And the runes formed on Mo Yun's aura circle are obviously practiced by beginners.

So the old father Ye Wuchen, who was not trusted by his son, was heartbroken.

With a dejected expression, he returned to his room, recovered his avatar, and slumped on the bed as a dead fish.

After Ye Wuchen left, Mo Yun, who was originally quiet, suddenly opened his eyes, looking in the direction of the window, with a look of defense.

"Why can't I summon 'Xanadu'?" Ye Wuchen questioned in his mind, and decided to use this to divert his heart from being hurt by his son.

The struggle in his mind became bigger and bigger, and it was Xiaolong who spoke: "It will be done soon, host, wait a moment."

Then there was no sound.

Ye Wuchen didn't even answer the system twice, so he staged a self-directed and self-acted "reporting system" drama in his mind.

Gradually, sleepiness hit him, he took off his pink shirt, took off his hairpin, casually threw it on the chair beside him, and began to sleep with his arms on his head.

It's early spring, and it's still a bit cold outside, but somehow the house is surprisingly warm.Ye Wuchen spread his body flat, thinking of the reason why he wrote this novel in the first place.

At that time, he had just become a small civil servant, probably because he had nothing to do, so he edited the book he wrote when he was a student and uploaded it.

At the beginning of the writing, it was quite smooth, and when shaping the character of Mo Yun, he was even more emotional. He really likes this character, so he brought in some of his own experience.

Alas, if I had known that I would be transmigrated into this book, I wouldn't have written such a dick about the protagonist's rebirth...

Thinking of this, he soon fell asleep.

The night is getting dark, and there are spots of moonlight in the bamboo forest, reflecting Zhiqing Peak is getting more and more deserted.Mo Yun, who was originally practicing calmly, suddenly fell to one side, opened his eyes again, and tried to support himself up, but felt that his body was out of his control, and he lay limp on the bed.

He sighed softly, chanted a spell silently in his heart, and called out a small white ball.

"How's it going?"

Little Baiqiu: "Today, that system tried to power up several times...Master!"

Before he finished listening to the little white ball's statement, he closed his eyes, as if falling asleep.

Little Baiqiu had no choice but to leave.