Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

"Is it?"

Ye Wuchen smiled lightly, and rubbed Mo Yun's head: "Then why did you take all the trouble to bring me here?"

Fake Mo Yun frowned and looked at him, then suddenly smiled and pushed him against the tree.

Ye Wuchen got up and moved sideways, summoning Shuang Jiang, pointing the tip of the sword at the fake Mo Yun, with a teasing expression: "Son, what do you want to do?"

The fake Mo Yun froze, then suddenly swooped down, his five fingers turned into claws, and hit Ye Wuchen's waist and abdomen, his voice lost the innocence of a child in an instant, and added a ghost-like sharpness: "You are playing with me!"

The frost was cold, and the sword was shining white. Ye Wuchen just used his sword to block, and did not make any offensive moves.

Mo Yun, who was tightly hugging his neck, heard a sentence: "Yun'er, go find a place to change your clothes first, and you will deal with this person."

With one hand behind his back, Ye Wuchen calmly avoided the fake Mo Yun's cruel moves. This little devil didn't need a weapon to attack with just a pair of sharp claws. Ye Wuchen could handle it with ease, and he could kill him with one blow.

But the purpose of this trip is to sharpen the sword for Mo Yun, and it is better to leave the simpler battles to him.

Mo Yun's movements were quick, and after Ye Wuchen dodged a few moves, he grabbed the soft whip and rushed over from behind the tree.

Ye Wuchen: "..."

What, shall we sharpen the whip or the sword?

Mo Yun waited for this moment for too long, so that he hit too hard.Wrapped in a soft whip in his hand, a gust of wind mercilessly hit the fake Mo Yun's neck.

The fake Mo Yun concentrated on fighting Ye Wuchen, and it was too late to notice Mo Yun's attack, he quickly bent his waist into a strange arc, barely avoiding it.

Mo Yun withdrew the soft whip, increased the force, and threw the whip directly, then dodged behind the fake Mo Yun, and after he avoided the attack of the soft whip, he swiftly threw a horizontal kick to trip him, grabbed the handle of the whip, and slipped away. tied him up.

In the end, he turned handsomely, looked at Ye Wuchen, and raised a big smile—seeking praise.

Ye Wuchen walked over with Shuangjiang in his hand, and sighed softly: "Yun'er, do you know that our trip is to sharpen the sword for you?"

Mo Yun gradually put away the smile on his face, and blankly looked down at the fiery soft whip on the fake Mo Yun, flustered in his heart.

Is Master disappointed in him?

"But you did a good job, but remember to take Guisha next time."

Ye Wuchen affirmed it honestly, and patted his head as if taking advantage of it—the protagonist's blackening value has dropped, so it should be fine to move his hands and feet a little.

When Mo Yun heard this, he suddenly raised his head, and Ye Wuchen quickly moved his hand away in fright, tilting his head slightly and smiling awkwardly: "Huh?"

Mo Yun's eyes were shining like chicken blood, "I'll pay attention!"

While the two were talking, the fake Mo Yun on the ground suddenly said, "Master, isn't he afraid that he is also a fake?"

Mo Yun kicked him fiercely: "Who are you calling Master?"

"Son, you can take care of yourself, he is my apprentice." Ye Wuchen smiled like a fox.

Fake Mo Yun seemed to remember something, he snorted coldly, "You would have recognized it by then, what a waste of time."

After that, he closed his eyes, and his body turned into a red maple leaf. The maple leaf spun to maintain a human shape, escaping the soft whip that restrained them. Mo Yun retracted the soft whip, watched the movement of the leaf, and silently summoned ghosts in his hand.

The maple leaves entangled each other and came under the big tree. They surrounded a human figure, and there was a faint golden light around it. Mo Yun didn't bother to wait for it to grumble, so he swung his sword and cut the figure formed by the maple leaves in half.

A sharp sound spread throughout the maple forest, and the maple leaves that had been cut in half began to jump around the thick trunk, like a child seeking comfort from an adult.

A girl walked out of the tree trunk. It was the girl in maple clothes and silver bells they had seen before. She was holding a blue object, and she looked a little dissatisfied: "You won."

Mo Yun looked at her warily.

Unexpectedly, the girl ignored him, she floated directly in front of Ye Wuchen, and smiled sweetly: "Beautiful brother, thank you for playing with my leaves for so long."

Ye Wuchen took a step back, looked at the big tree behind the girl and asked, "Is the illusion created by your leaves?"

He stepped back, and the girl took a step forward, shaking the little blue thing in her hand: "Yes, this whole forest is my split body, few people see through the illusion and treat them tenderly... Well, you Be the first."

Ye Wuchen smiled without saying a word, looked at the little blue guy in her hand asking for help, and said, "Why is the soldier spirit here with you?"

The little girl continued to shake the soldier spirit: "Little Yezi sent it, they said they didn't know what kind of illusion they used on this guy, let me manage the two of them - who would have thought that it is the master of the secret realm, it is so weak. "

"But I made a bet with it, as long as the two of you can see through Xiao Yezi's illusion, I will let it go."

After saying this, she narrowed her eyes and turned to stare at Mo Yun, "But who knew that he was even more irritable than those people before, my little leaves were destroyed by a large piece, and he burned them all!"

Mo Yun feigned fear and hid behind Ye Wuchen, holding his clothes with two small hands, revealing half of his head outside.

Ye Wuchen was still very protective of the cub in this situation, he looked down at the girl, and said politely: "My apprentice usually doesn't take action easily, but if he is really frightened, he may strike harder."

The girl raised her face and stared seriously into his eyes, and said dissatisfiedly with her small mouth: "Beautiful brother is taking sides."

Ye Wuchen nodded without guilt at all: "Yes."

"Okay, okay, you can go out after walking through this tree."

The girl handed the soldier spirit to Ye Wuchen, pointed to the maple tree behind her, and turned to leave.

Ye Wuchen looked at her back, and suddenly said: "You are fake too."

The girl turned around abruptly, looked at him leisurely, frowned and sighed: "How did the pretty brother find out?"

"Because the body of the soldier spirit is cold." Ye Wuchen spread out his hands, on which lay a blue soldier spirit.

"But this one is hot."

Ye Wuchen threw the warm soldier spirit on the ground, and a touch of light blue instantly melted into maple red.

He stepped back a few steps, the corners of his mouth curled up in an indifferent arc.

The girl tilted her head, showing a lovely smile, then walked towards Ye Wuchen, and stopped only a few steps away from him.

"Beautiful brother guessed it?"

Ye Wuchen blinked slowly, and asked without answering: "What do you think?"

"Beautiful brother, really, talking around."

"Each each other."

Mo Yun listened at the side in a daze, so he shook Ye Wuchen's sleeves and called softly, "Master."

Ye Wuchen took his hand, psychic with a blank face: "The phantom has been leading me this way, the tree behind her may be hiding a mystery. Also, this little girl looks back at the maple tree from time to time, it's really weird .”

After understanding the situation, Mo Yun hid behind him, holding a whip in one hand and a sword in the other, ready to strike at any moment.

The autumn wind was bleak, blowing the dead leaves on the ground, rustling, Ye Wuchen faced the girl with his hands behind his back, and stared at her with a confident expression.

The girl looked at him as it should.

The dark waves surged, and the lines of sight overlapped.

The surroundings are quiet and silent, and the atmosphere is arrogant and domineering.The girl frowned slowly, with doubts in her eyes.

She stared at Ye Wuchen who was squinting and smiling, trying to find any flaws on his face, gradually, she began to feel uncertain.

How much does this person really know?

Ye Wuchen looked up and saw the maple-red tree trunk swaying slightly. He lowered his head and smiled and said, "Why, isn't the main body coming out yet?"

The cool wind whistled and messed up his hair, he casually pinned the broken hair behind his ears, walked forward as if strolling in the garden, put his hand on the girl's head, and gently touched the girl's hair.

"If you don't come out, she won't be here."

Ye Wuchen looked at the sturdy maple tree.

The trunk is mottled and rough, and it seems to be fine in general, but if you look closely, you will find many small black eyeballs growing in the gaps in the bark, which are moving flexibly.

When he first found out, Ye Wuchen was really disgusted.

The girl looked at the gentle man in front of her, sensed where he was watching, and immediately slapped his hand away, using her fingers to control a bunch of maple leaves and throw them towards Ye Wuchen's face.

Ye Wuchen dodged sideways and handed over the battle to the little apprentice.

"Mo Yun."

"Ok."

Mo Yun moved when he heard the sound, and broke up the piles of maple leaves with a whip, and turned his body slightly to avoid the attack of the remaining maple leaves.Then the soft whip was wrapped around the wrist, holding the sword in the right hand to tie the flower, and stabbing the girl close to him.

The girl was not to be outdone, the maple leaf formed a square wall in front of her, with a convex center and a concave outward, resisting Mo Yun's blow.She didn't stay where she was, but rowed backwards, and deftly circled behind the tree trunk, revealing half of her face, and winked to provoke Mo Yun.

Mo Yun has always kept Ye Wuchen's words in his heart, so he didn't have the slightest thought of approaching the tree, but just took two steps forward in vain, and when the girl thought he was going to approach, she leaned out half of her body quickly. Flicking the whip, dragged the girl over.

Red light flowed from the whip, burning every inch of the girl's skin, and the exposed white arms were also burnt red.

Mo Yun didn't have the slightest heart to pity her. After catching someone, he kicked her to the ground, and Guisha put black smoke on her neck, and the strength increased inch by inch.

"Master, what should we do?"

Ye Wuchen raised his forehead, he felt that Mo Yun was like a little bandit now, after catching someone, he asked him how the bandit leader would divide the spoils.

The girl struggled fiercely twice, but the spiritual power attached to the soft whip was so powerful that her struggle actually broke her own arm.

She barely got up, shook off the soft whip tied to her abdomen, looked at Mo Yun with fear and anger, and then ran away.

Mo Yun only glanced at her, then stretched out a finger, the tip of which was dyed red, controlled the soft whip to climb up her body, and continued to tie her back.

After doing all this, he kicked away the severed arm, and said calmly: "Next time, I'm not sure if you will escape."

Ye Wuchen was a little speechless.

How did this kid make the whip so slippery?

The ghost who was left idle by the side dragged Hongfeng depressedly on the ground, and turned to Ye Wuchen's side unhappyly, shaking the sword sadly.

"Ghost."

Mo Yun wanted to grab the sword next to him, but he grabbed it empty-handed. When he turned his head, he saw Guisha desperately circling around the master, so he shouted with faint anger.

Guisha heard his master's call, and returned to Mo Yun's hand with a "swoosh", the sword was full of arrogance.

The long sword was pressed against her throat, but the girl was not affected by it at all, and even smiled cleverly, "You killed me, anyway, I am a split body..."

"Ah."

Mo Yun sneered, pointed Guisha at the maple tree behind her, let go of the hilt of the sword to make it float in the air, then gathered spiritual power in his palm, and pushed hard.

The ghost brushed the girl's hair, cutting off a few strands of black hair, and the pitch-black sword plunged into the trunk of the maple tree.

The girl's pupils shrank suddenly.

Behind him, the huge canopy of the maple tree trembled, and the maple leaves rustled down.Mo Yun's five fingers formed into claws, the fiery red spiritual power surged in the palm, with dark black threads in the middle, he hit the ball of spiritual power on the hilt of Gui Sha's sword, and Gui Sha immediately entered into the tree trunk, flipping over arrogantly. Take a turn.

From the gap in the tree trunk inserted by the ghost, sticky black sap flowed out.

"elder brother!"

"oops……"

Mo Yun frowned and stared at the tree: "Who?"

A lazy voice sounded from the tree trunk: "Little guy, take your sword away first, I can't get out..."

His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he had just woken up.

The girl ran over crying, but was grabbed by Mo Yun, unable to move at all, she could only shout in a panic: "Brother!"

After a while, Mo Yun asked Guisha to return to his side, and looked at the tree warily.

"Oops."

The moment Guisha withdrew, a man in red shirt knelt down on the ground. He clutched his abdomen and pinched it deliberately, trembling with pain.

"It hurts..."

He squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Wuchen leisurely.

Ye Wuchen avoided his sight.

"Beautiful brother, it really hurts."

The man in the red shirt got up slowly, patted his clothes, coughed three times like Xi Shi, and swayed in the direction of Ye Wuchen with fluffy steps.

Mo Yun picked up the ghost and slashed towards him with quick eyes and hands. This slash almost used [-]% of his strength. The man swayed and dodged lazily. Then he gave him a cold look and smiled slightly, "Little Brother, your cultivation base is too low."

After finishing speaking, he caught the imposing ghost with his bare hands, and with a light push, Mo Yun stepped back more than ten steps.

He grabbed Gui Sha and frowned at the man.

"Compared to you, I am more interested in the beautiful brother~"

He walked into Ye Wuchen step by step, smiling sweetly and gracefully.

This man has an elegant and undisciplined appearance, but the black unknown fluid oozing from his right abdomen ruins his overall beauty.

Ye Wuchen naturally avoided him, and took a few steps back calmly, but the man grabbed his hand and stretched it to the man's waist compulsively.

"Beautiful brother, look, he hurt me very badly."

The man exudes the fragrance of plants and trees, his hair is still slightly curled, and his lazy appearance is somewhat playful.

Ye Wuchen felt sticky on his hands, and when he thought of the thick black juice left on the tree, he felt like vomiting.

"Beautiful brother?"

Before Ye Wuchen could pull out his hand, he brought it to his face again, so Ye Wuchen saw a tall and thick man acting like a baby to him: "Beautiful brother, look at me..."

The girl was still tied with a whip, and she was a little impatient: "Brother, brother, I'm here!"

The man glanced at her lazily, finally let go of Ye Wuchen, picked up the two arms on the ground, and roughly put them on the girl.

"My dear brother, if you don't pretend to be a girl, you will die!"