Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The bright moon was in the sky, the wind rustled in the bamboo forest, and Ye Wuchen, who spread himself on the bed like a pancake, fell asleep peacefully.

"Squeak—" With a sound, the window was blown open by the wind, and the moonlight was shining, covering the room like a gauze.

A small white ball flew into Ye Wuchen's side from the window, blinked his mung bean-sized eyes, rubbed Ye Wuchen's face affectionately, and then sank into his body.

The sleeping Ye Wuchen felt something, scratched his face, changed his position and continued to sleep.

In the early morning of the second day, Ye Wuchen woke up in a burst of severe pain. He grabbed the edge of the bed and held his dantian. As he spoke, thin sweat trickled down his forehead.

Gan! ! !What's going on!

Ye Wuchen gritted his teeth and vaguely remembered something.

That day, he was lying on the desk writing, in order to explain why the scumbag master was jealous of the protagonist, so he gave a special fucking setting - because the scumbag master's dantian was damaged, his cultivation base would always stop at the Mahayana stage, Unable to ascend to immortality.

The protagonist is set to be the child of Daoxiu and Moxiu, both of which can be cultivated, so when Ye Wuchen found out that the protagonist is Moxiu, he was already jealous of the protagonist, and he abolished his spiritual root. Causes the main character to respawn.

Gan!

The coat was already soaked with sweat, the hair was sticking to the side of the face, and the corners of the mouth were turning white, but at this time someone knocked on the door again.

"Master, this disciple is here to serve tea." It was the unique pure voice of the young man.

This is another fucking setting, but all the direct disciples of the elders in Xianjianmen will come to the master every morning to serve tea, so as to show the rite of master and apprentice.

In this way, the elders will not accept personal disciples easily, and the elders will only accept some inner disciples at the annual disciple acceptance meeting. Inner disciples do not need to serve tea, and the practice is only with the designated teacher. On designated occasions, the elders will only be shown the results of their studies in the once-a-month intra-peak competition.

And Mo Yun directly got the brand of direct disciple, so he came to serve tea every day.

Mo Yun, who was standing outside the door holding tea, entered the room without any movement, and stood there all the time, thinking that in his previous life, he did not come to serve tea because he did not have a brand with a clear address, so he was thrown to the trial platform by Ye Wuchen. And call it "practice".

But at that time, he was just a mortal without any spiritual power, how could he beat those brothers and sisters who were already in the Qi training stage?

And the first person to try out on the training platform, tried it out, saw that he had no ability to fight back at all, so he looked in Ye Wuchen's direction hesitantly, saw that he didn't speak, then used a small magic to push Mo Yun down.

But Ye Wuchen flew down and beat that disciple half to death, saying that he didn't abide by the rules of the trial platform and should be punished!

The rules of the trial platform: disciples need to do their best, but only as far as possible.

Afterwards, another person came up. He tried his best, but he didn't stop there. It was not until Mo Yun lay unconscious on the ground that Ye Wuchen lifted him up with a spiritual force and brought him back to Qing Dynasty. Feng, and praised the person who did his best.

Since then, the rumor that "Mo Yun does not allow Ye Wuchen to pay attention" spread inside the door.

At that time, Mo Yun naively thought that Ye Wuchen was trying to temper his character, but now it seems that he just wanted to torture himself.

I don't know how Ye Wuchen wants to torture himself now.Mo Yun smiled lowly.

The door finally opened, but there was no sign of Ye Wuchen. Mo Yun lowered his head and did not look inside. He said softly, "Master, can I come in?"

"Come in." A voice came from the back room.

Only then did Mo Yun walk in, the furnishings in the room were really simple, it really looked like the residence of an outsider.

When he walked to the bed, he saw Ye Wuchen who was wrapped in a quilt without even showing his head.

"Master?" Mo Yun was stunned by his bewildering behavior.

"En." Ye Wuchen replied sullenly, "Let's put the tea on the table, and you don't have to come to serve tea from now on."

Mo Yun seemed at a loss and said, "Am I unworthy to be Master's direct disciple?" His tone was well-crafted, like a child who was rejected by an adult.

sir!If you're blackened, don't play wronged, okay?Isn't this just what you want? !Ye Wuchen endured severe pain and complained.

"No, it's just too much trouble, you just need to concentrate on practicing."

Ouch, my lord!move!I really can't help it!

"But Master..."

"You don't listen to Master's words, do you?"

The air was silent, Mo Yun was thinking in his heart how he was going to torture himself, Ye Wuchen rolled his eyes under the quilt, and only begged this tortured little fairy to leave quickly.

"Master, the tea is on the table, and the disciple will leave first."

Ye Wuchen cautiously got out of the quilt until he heard the door closing. His face was bloodless now, big beads of sweat were dripping down, and his mind was blank. He only knew that he must not let Mo Yun see it. With my own appearance, after all, he was reborn and came to take revenge. I obviously have no power to fight back like this. What if he ran away and stabbed me?

While he was in severe pain, a small white ball suddenly popped out of his body. Before he could be shocked, he heard the little white ball blinking mung bean eyes and saying: "Host, host, what's wrong with you!"

yeah?What is this?

Seeing that he didn't answer, Xiaobaiqiu hurried back into his body, and Ye Wuchen started arguing again in his mind.

"Is it your fault?!"

"Don't spout blood, I only have the electric shock function!"

"What happened to the host!"

"You ask me, who am I to ask!"

Now Ye Wuchen not only hurts his dantian, but also his brain. In a daze, he put his hand under the pillow. There are a few communication symbols there. He endured the severe pain and called out a little spiritual power.

"Junior Brother?" Xiao Yichun's voice came from the other end.

"Gate, door master..." Ye Wuchen responded weakly.

"Junior brother, are you sick again? I'll come right away!"

It is not far from the main peak to Zhiqing Peak, but when Xiao Yichun arrived, Ye Wuchen had already fallen from the bed to the ground, his eyes were weakly half-opened and half-closed. In the next moment, Ye Wuchen grabbed the hem of his shirt: "Brother, it hurts."

Xiao Yichun was startled, as if he had returned to the time when Ye Wuchen was just taken in by his master, he chased after him and shouted sweetly: "Brother, do you want to eat candied haws?"

But at this moment, the situation was urgent, and it was too late for him to think about it, so he picked up Ye Wuchen and said, "It's okay, Junior Brother." After speaking, he rushed out of the door and headed for Elegy Peak.

Mo Yun, who was going to investigate the situation, had a ghost in front of his eyes. He stared blankly at the place where the shadow had left, and there was still a trace of bamboo fragrance in the air.

Is it Master?

The door of the master's room was still closed, and he walked in by a ghost. The person who had wrapped himself into rice dumplings on the quilt had disappeared, and the tea on the table hadn't been touched yet, and there was a curl of steam rising from it.