Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Chamber.

It was rare for Xiao Yichun to sit seriously in the main seat of the meeting hall, with a plaque hanging high above his head, Lang Luan and Yuan Ying sat in the two seats on his left, and Gu Tang sat in the last seat on his right.

The two empty seats on the right were obviously reserved for Ye Wuchen and Lu Xiao.

Lu Xiao saluted solemnly and sat down next to Gutang.

Xiao Yichun: "Junior brother, are you feeling better? Come and sit here."

He pointed to the empty space on the right.

The original owner never participated in these meetings, so Xiao Yichun was of course happy to come here once in a while.

In his eyes, this is the first step for the little junior to get out of autism.

Ye Wuchen sat down there in a regular manner, took the hot tea that Xiao Yichun dragged over with his spiritual power, thanked him, and took a sip.And the several elders have become accustomed to the sect master's daily care for Ye Wuchen.

When everyone was seated, Lang Luan asked, "I don't know why the sect master asked us to come?"

The seriousness on Xiao Yichun's face rose again. With a straight face, he took out a white paper crane from his sleeve, and said solemnly: "I received an invitation to fight from the Xianqi Sect the day before yesterday."

The invitation to battle is the credential for martial arts competitions between sects, and usually includes bets.

Lu Xiao was a little strange: "Didn't the Xianqi faction come to fight once a year? If you pick it up, it's fine. We're all used to winning."

Yes, the Xianqi faction would send invitations to the Immortal Sword Sect every year, and they were not allowed to release water, so they were defeated every time. I really admire the determination of those girls.

Xiao Yichun was silent for a moment, then unconsciously glanced towards Ye Wuchen: "But this time the bet is a bit different..."

"It doesn't matter what the bet is, just accept it." Lang Luan said impatiently.

Yuan Ying was careful, and noticed Xiao Yichun's little tricks, and asked softly, "Is the bet related to Ye Wuchen?"

When Ye Wuchen heard his name, he raised his head and looked at Xiao Yichun, seeing him quickly look away with a puzzled face.

It's not really related to yourself, is it?

"Cough, see for yourself."

Xiao Yichun spread out the white paper crane, let the paper float to Lang Luan, let them pass it one by one, and finally passed it to Ye Wuchen.

After Lang Luan read it, gloating gradually appeared on his face, Yuan Ying was a little surprised, but Gu Tang was expressionless, but Lu Xiao, who was sitting next to him, laughed out loud and handed the paper to Ye Wuchen with trembling fingers , Laughing at the table.

Ye Wuchen was apprehensive by his appearance, but he still read the invitation letter carefully.

"Invitation to battle:

Hello, Xiao Yichun, head of the Immortal Sword Sect.

In recent years, our two factions have been exchanging ideas and getting along with each other. I am very grateful to Xianjianmen for their guidance to our faction. Since the disciples strongly demanded to give them a chance to actually fight, I had no choice but to issue another invitation to fight. Run in with each other to enhance the cultivation of the disciples. "

"Because in the past few years, our faction always quit with disastrous defeats, so we know that our strength is not enough. If we lose again this time, our faction is willing to exchange 30 taels of silver for Immortal Ye to go to the sect to teach for three days; if we accidentally win , or trouble Master Ye to come to my school to point out the shortcomings of my school's disciples."

"Luo Qingyu, head of the Xianqi faction."

Ye Wuchen read it quietly, took a few sips of tea mechanically, returned the piece of paper to Xiao Yichun, lowered his head and gnawed on the rim of the teacup silently.

The meeting hall suddenly fell silent. Seeing that the situation was not right, Lu Xiao quickly swallowed his laughter.

After a long time, Xiao Yichun asked: "Junior brother—what do you think Elder Ye thinks?"

Ye Wuchen raised his head blankly, then lowered his head blankly.

Is there such a plot in the book?

Lu Xiao saw that he was out of his mind, and said heartily: "Then don't pick it up! What kind of person is Brother Ye, can he let them call him around!"

Lang Luan answered in a strange way: "But if you refuse to invite the battle order, don't you lose the face of the sect?"

The two had always been at odds, and soon quarreled in the hall.

Xiao Yichun raised his hand to stop it, "Let Elder Ye decide."

So the eyes of the audience were all on Ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure out such a plot from the outline. He took a sip of tea and felt the fiery eyes from all directions.

Hmm - the focus of the audience.

He put down the teacup, and said in a neutral tone, "It's okay, just take it."

Winning or losing is all about teaching, and there will be no loss of meat.

Xiao Yichun almost covered his face and wept - the spirit of selfless dedication of his junior is really touching!

Finally, after a while of discussion, Xiao Yichun set the time for the competition on December 22 this year, so that the disciples in his sect could prepare well.

A few days later, Xiao Yichun appeared in front of Ye Wuchen out of thin air. Seeing his junior brother swaying on the wicker chair, he watched silently for a while like an old father looking at his son.

It wasn't until Ye Wuchen opened his eyes and saw his weird smile that he silently restrained his expression.

"Sect master... is there anything to do here?"

"There is indeed something about the contest."

"Isn't it already settled?"

Sitting on the stone chair, Xiao Yichun nodded, and said: "I went to the Xianqi School a few days ago, I understand, why the bet is your business."

Ye Wuchen asked casually: "Why?"

Xiao Yichun: "Because of a girl."

The air was suddenly quiet, and Ye Wuchen wondered if he had done anything wrong, such as cheating other people's feelings.

"That girl is Luo Qingyu's niece, named Tang Wanfeng. She has admired you since she was a child, that's why Luo Qingyu made such a bet."

It turned out to be the heroine.

"Then why wasn't there such a bet before?"

"Well, Tang Wanfeng used to think that you were a fairy who didn't eat fireworks in the world, but after meeting near Mianyu Village, his impression of you has changed a lot."

Xiao Yichun smiled, Junior Brother was originally a well-behaved and lovely person, but that incident back then really wronged him.

He sighed lightly, the past has followed the smoke, and it's fine for the younger brother to be like this now.

The two chatted casually, and Xiao Yichun was called away by a voice transmission.

Ye Wuchen rocked the wicker chair, bathed in the sun, and enjoyed the comfortable time alone.

"Bangdang-"

What fell?

Ye Wuchen stood up and looked around. In front of the bamboo forest, there was a black figure crouching on the ground, picking up books that fell on the ground one by one.

Looking at it from a distance, there seemed to be patterns of medicinal materials on the overturned book. Ye Wuchen approached slowly. He wanted to examine it carefully, but Mo Yun took it back quickly.

"What book is this?"

Mo Yun looked flustered: "No, no, it's not an important book."

Then he ran into his room like he had seen a ghost.

Ye Wuchen thought about it carefully on the spot, maybe he was studying how to suppress the blood, so he should not get to the bottom of it, lest the protagonist get angry and kill himself.

Because of his panic, Mo Yun accidentally tripped over the threshold, Ye Wuchen wanted to help him up, but Mo Yun was one step faster than him, jumped up with a "shua", and closed the door neatly.

Ye Wuchen: "..."

The protagonist's vigilance is also gone.

Mo Yun made an action that he thought was unbelievable - he turned the master away...

He glanced outside through the crack of the door, and Ye Wuchen stood there blankly, a little ignorant and cute.

Mo Yun quickly looked away, Master looked very sad.

But he has more important things to do. Mo Yun put the book in his hand on the table and concentrated on studying the awkward and difficult words on it.

These are the ancient books he borrowed from Zangshu Pavilion, which recorded the efficacy and usage methods of various medicinal materials. He wanted to find the medicinal materials for repairing the dantian for Master.

A few days ago, he was standing beside Ye Wuchen's bed. Although Yuan Ying gave Ye Wuchen needles, the effect was minimal. He could only help Ye Wuchen wipe off the sweat rolling down his forehead. Looking at Ye Wuchen's frowning eyebrows, she wanted to help him smooth it but dared not, for fear that her actions would cause Ye Wuchen more severe pain.

He couldn't empathize.

He counted the days when Shizun was in a coma, and Shizun suffered for three days before his condition improved a little. At that time, he only knew that it would be great if he could help Shizun bear all this.

Most of the characters in the ancient books are commonly used characters, but the meanings combined together make Monk Erzhang confused.

Mo Yun scanned quickly, focusing on searching for the word "dantian". From noon to sunset, night to day, Mo Yun shut himself up for two days as if in seclusion, and finally found the three words "fog lamp grass" in an ancient book.

An ancient book wrote: "Fog lamp grass grows in rotten and humid places. It does not bloom, the fruit is not ripe, the whole body is shiny and white, and the fragrance is hallucinogenic. It is useful for repairing the dantian and strengthening the meridians."

After copying down this passage, Mo Yun hurried back to Zangshu Pavilion and returned several ancient books.

Then continue to soak in the pavilion to find information about the fog lamp grass.

I can't tell Master about these things. If such an unsure thing fails, wouldn't it make Master happy in vain.

Ye Wuchen, who hadn't seen Mo Yun for a few days, said to Xiaobaiqiu unrequitedly, "Is the protagonist starting to plan how to kill me? Why didn't you give me the chance?"

Fortunately, Mo Yun reappeared in front of Ye Wuchen after a few days, calling out from the master before the master.

Ye Wuchen let go of his high-hanging heart—he can still act, which means that he won't die so soon.

In the past few days, for some unknown reason, Mo Yun took over all the work in Adu's hands, and he could be seen cleaning the courtyard every morning.

Ye Wuchen felt that this scene was too scary, so he let himself stay in the room until the sun was high, and opened the door again—why the hell is the protagonist still sweeping the floor? !

"Yun... son?"

Mo Yun jumped up happily: "Master!"

"Aren't Adu usually doing these jobs?"

Mo Yun: "Adu is a disciple of Wude Peak. It is too troublesome to clean it every day and go back and forth between Qingfeng Peak, so my disciple will replace him."

The boy was standing in the sun with a broom, showing two small pointed canine teeth. The courtyard was almost spotless.

Ye Wuchen felt that the yard was almost swept away by him, so he said: "I think the yard is almost swept away, you should concentrate on practicing."

Mo Yun was still holding the broom, rolled up his sleeves, and blinked at him, Ye Wuchen seemed to understand something.

"It's really clean!"

"Thank you, Master, for your compliment!"evening.group.hate.

Ye Wuchen asked jokingly in his heart: "Did the main character change the core?"

The little white ball seemed to say something, but its voice was quickly covered by the "stick to the plot" system.

"The protagonist's blackening value is [-]%, please be careful with the host."

Ye Wuchen: "..."

.........

After two months of playing around, Mo Yun's cultivation base has increased a lot, Ye Wuchen decided to take him to Ningpo Mountain Villa to find the natal sword.

Although Ningpo Villa is a mountain villa, it is actually a valley. It is said that it was the battlefield of the war between gods and demons in ancient times. Because it absorbed the blood of gods and demons, it gave birth to the only soldier spirit in the world.

Bingling is dedicated to building all kinds of magical weapons. There are countless weapons built in a year, all of which are top-quality weapons.

There is an unwritten rule in the villa, you can choose any magic weapon, as long as it is willing to go with you.

It's just that no one has seen the real appearance of Bing Ling, so it's unknown whether it exists, let's treat him as a legend.

In the book, Mo Yun entered Ningpo Villa by mistake after being reborn, took a sword named "Ghost Sha", and then began to kill all directions.

Before leaving, Ye Wuchen took a Fushen Pill to keep his dantian intact for the time being, and only then informed Xiao Yichun.

Seeing that his junior brother cared so much for Mo Yun, Xiao Yichun happily gave Ye Wuchen a stack of charms, and squeezed Mo Yun's head, before telling them to be careful.

The master and apprentice rode on Yunchen and headed towards Ningpo Mountain Villa.

The weather was hotter, and the two of them set off in the coolness of the early morning. The thin clouds around them were like cakes, and the warm sun in the east slowly climbed in the distance. Ye Wuchen realized belatedly that only Mo Yun and him were on this trip...

Feeling that Ye Wuchen couldn't keep his head trembling, Mo Yun turned around and asked in doubt: "Master, are you cold?"

Ye Wuchen nodded, then immediately shook his head.

Mo Yun tilted his head, not knowing why, but he still took out a long robe from the Liuyun ring, "Master, if it's cold, just put it on."

Ye Wuchen grabbed the robe, the corner of his mouth twitched: "You still keep it..."

This matter started a month ago, when his body was soaking in the hot spring in the back mountain, and his soul was playing chess with the little old man in Xanadu. Suddenly, a person jumped in and forcibly fished him ashore.

That person is the brat Mo Yun.

The situation was urgent, and the naked Ye Wuchen quickly took out a robe from Xanadu to wrap it around, and looked at Mo Yun dully.

It turned out that Mo Yun didn't respond to calling him a few times outside, the brat thought he was ill again, so he hurried over to fish him ashore.

Ye Wuchen was embarrassed, but more angry and embarrassing. He flicked his sleeves and went back to the room to shut himself up. There was a robe he took off next to the hot spring. Mo Yun picked it up and wanted to return it to Ye Wuchen.

It's a pity that Ye Wuchen was too embarrassed to meet his apprentice at that time, so the dress was temporarily kept by Mo Yun.

Recalling the unbearable past, Ye Wuchen felt that he could shut himself up on the spot.

Calmly taking the robe back to the paradise, I heard Mo Yun ask again: "Isn't Master cold?"

Master is afraid of the cold, as long as it is a little colder, he will wrap himself into a cocoon with a quilt.

Ye Wuchen: "It's okay."

Then, Mo Yun stepped back a little, grabbed his cold hand, and placed it in his abdomen.

"Master, I am very warm."

The boy's body was really warm and he couldn't refuse, so Ye Wuchen put his chin on his shoulder and just hugged him.

The clouds are rolling and relaxing, like smoke and mist, and the cloud dust is flying on the thin clouds, happily spitting colorful bubbles.

They arrived at Xiangjian Town near Ningpo Mountain Villa when the sun was three poles high. There were many monks coming and going in the town, and they probably came to seek weapons.

Ten miles long street, eight streets and nine streets, all the people on the street are as elegant as immortals, and the fabrics they wear are light and thin cloud gauze. The shops on both sides of the street don't need to shout, there will always be a few people staying.

Ye Wuchen was only wearing a cool moon white gown, while Mo Yun was wearing a heavy black outfit.

When it landed on the ground, there happened to be a hawker selling candied haws next to it, Ye Wuchen picked one without thinking, and handed it to Mo Yun.

The monks here are all dressed in casual clothes, without stating their sect on any accessory.

This is another unwritten rule of Ningpo Mountain Villa. Those who choose weapons are not divided into sects and all are equal. The main purpose is to prevent the strong sect from oppressing the weak sect.

After finding a teahouse to rest for a while, Ye Wuchen grabbed Mo Yun, who was carefully eating candied haws, and left Xiangjian Town for Ningbo Mountain Villa.

Out of town, follow the signposts onto a trail.

The path was only enough for one person to walk, Ye Wuchen walked ahead, Mo Yun grabbed his finger, Mo Yun followed him to lick candied haws.

This path is often walked by people, the road surface is relatively flat, and there is no redundant vegetation. The path is winding and twists, all the way up, the weeds on the side of the road have been cut down and paved on the side of the road.

The sun was shining brightly, and it was a bit chilly under the scorching sun. The mountain streams were bubbling with clear springs, flowers and plants were crowded and growing, and there were cool drops of water under the shadow of strange peaks and strange rocks.

Walking near the valley, most of the sun was covered, and the cool breeze blew in. Ye Wuchen put on a robe without hesitation.

The valley is quiet, the terrain is rugged, and the area is large. There are several streams gurgling, the exotic flowers and plants are complicated, and there are crisp birdsong in the distance.

With the gurgling stream, the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the chirping of birds, Mo Yun tugged at Ye Wuchen's sleeve: "Master, where are the weapons here?"

Ye Wuchen made a silent gesture.

Mo Yun was immediately obedient.

I saw a streak of purple light flowing in the sky, lazily sprinkled on the two of them, sweeping lightly over them.

This is to check whether the person's cultivation level is high or low, and whether they have the strength to enter Ningpo Mountain Villa.

After confirming the cultivation of the two, a beam of white light suddenly appeared, and the two were drawn into a magnificent palace.

"Master?"

"Ah."

There are a bunch of weapons piled up in the hall, including the unrestrained long sword, the flowing scimitar, and the heavy-looking meteor hammer.

To put it bluntly, this is a golden arsenal.

Ye Wuchen pushed Mo Yun: "Go find it."

Mo Yun was pushed two steps forward by him, looking at the group of weapons helplessly, always felt that he had been to this place before, so familiar yet strange.

"I'll wait for you at the side." Ye Wuchen strolled to the side, looking at the meteor hammer on the ground.

The sweet and sour taste of candied haws was still in Mo Yun's mouth, he smacked his lips, his eyes fixed on a certain corner.

There is something there, as if calling itself.

Walking over in one step, the footsteps are like pouring lead, heavy and powerful.

He walked to that corner after a pause, and there lay a black sword. The blade and hilt were as black as an abyss.

It seemed to have sensed Mo Yun's approach, and the blade trembled slightly, making a slight sound.

Mo Yun put his hand on the hilt of the sword unconsciously, and the dark sword fled away, then rushed back fiercely, piercing into his belly.

Heartbreaking pain.