Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Swords, lights and swords, intertwined freely.Several injured people rushed forward, coupled with Gong Linglan's indiscriminate hacking, Ye Wuchen was dragged into the battlefield before he could explain.

The three people on the opposite side were seriously injured, and Ye Wuchen was a monk at the Mahayana stage, so he subdued them naturally.

The three of them were beaten to the ground, and the strong man who claimed to have the demon pill did not show any weakness: "Smelly shameless, you look like a dog, I'm yuck!"

Ye Wuchen: "..."

He threw away the branch, wiped his face, squatted in front of the strong man and began to explain: "My apprentice and I got lost. I just heard that you saw a child, so I want to ask about it."

His voice was gentle and eloquent.

The strong man was still lying on the ground, looked at him suspiciously, and was about to speak, but suddenly opened his eyes and looked behind him.

Gong Linglan panicked and said, "Senior!"

Then came the voice of the little white ball: "Host be careful!"

The sharp blade pierced through the air. Although the monk's five senses were keen, Ye Wuchen was so focused on finding an apprentice that he had no time to react.

Knowing that he heard the reminder from the little white ball, he immediately fell to the ground and rolled to the side twice neatly, but was still pierced into the arm by the short soldier full of spiritual energy.

"Tsk."

Ye Wuchen pulled out the weapon tied in his hand, stood up while covering his right hand, and stared at the thin young man.

"I told you I'm here to find an apprentice!"

The blood seeped through the clothes, and the spiritual power on the short soldier was left in the wound and bumped wildly. The short soldier was used with strength and hurt the bone. Although it was only a small injury for the Mahayana period grooming, it hurt.

The thin young man was still looking at him fiercely, Ye Wuchen was so angry that he threw a bunch of miraculous medicines and rare demon pills on the ground without thinking, a little out of breath.

"Do you think I sent you that demon pill, huh? You fucking value things that are more expensive than your life. I just grab your demon pill, huh, just these things, I can't stand them when I sit in the house." Someone brought it to me personally!"

Ye Wuchen doesn't swear very much on weekdays, but when he swears, he focuses on the pain points, showing his domineering sideways.

Little White Ball: "No, no dust, don't scold..."

Ye Wuchen squinted at him: "What did you call me, who told you to call me that?"

The little white ball endured the trembling, tried to float to his ear, and whispered: "When I called the host just now, Gong Linglan was a little suspicious."

Ye Wuchen said coldly in his heart: "Call Master."

Little Baiqiu hesitated for a while, and happily accepted the address: "Master, don't scold me, it won't affect you well."

A bunch of medicine pills and demon pills that were sold at sky-high prices outside were thrown on the ground roughly, embellished with their own brilliance.

The thin young man couldn't help but took a step back, looking at Ye Wuchen in horror.

Did he offend someone?

The strong man who fell on the ground also got up quickly, endured the severe pain in his body and apologized to Ye Wuchen: "It's because we have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, and don't know what a hero's apprentice looks like?"

Ye Wuchen glanced at him, and gestured up his waist with his hands: "It's about this tall, wearing black clothes, hair tied up with silk, cute, with a round face and big eyes, and maybe carrying a black sword on his back. "

The strong man frowned, questioned the two of them, and shook his head slowly: "Just now we met a young man in red. He helped us get rid of the demon and left."

Ye Wuchen sighed: "It's like this, okay."

He treated the wound silently, and suddenly he saw the strong man still standing where he was, not daring to leave.

Ye Wuchen sighed again: "Sorry, I beat you like this."

After speaking, he stuffed a bottle of plaster into the strong man's hand, looked at his frightened expression, and said slowly, "Don't worry, it's not poisonous."

Then, Ye Wuchen picked out a few bottles of pills and a few demon pills from the pile of items on the ground that he had thrown down cruelly, and stuffed them back into the strong man's hands: "Take it as an apology, I'm leaving."

He waved his hand lazily, took the pile of things on the ground back to Xanadu, and turned to leave.

The strong man hesitated for a moment, but stopped him: "Hero!"

"Ok?"

Ye Wuchen turned his head slightly, looked at the blushing strong man, and asked a little strangely: "Is the medicine not enough?"

As he said that, he began to take out medicine in Xanadu again, and he took out bottle after bottle like a hamster vomited food.

Seeing that the bottle in his hand is more noble and the fragrance of the elixir is more intense, the strong man hurriedly ran to him with the thin young man and another person, and said in a low voice: "Hero, this place wants to rob, kill, plunder and abuse others." There are a lot of people, we met a bunch of them just now, and we got confused when we saw heroes..."

The thin young man also had a look of shame, he wiped his face and said, "Hero, I..."

Ye Wuchen sighed: "It's okay, your knife is nothing to me."

He pushed the selected elixir into the thin young man's hand, looked at the wound on his neck, and said slowly: "It's me, I accidentally hit hard."

The thin young man was holding a pile of extraordinary pills and was about to evade, but another person who didn't speak much said suddenly: "I remember that young man in red also has a black sword..."

Ye Wuchen immediately felt that the little bastard Mo Yun must have changed his clothes to hide from him.

Then, he heard that person continue to say: "The apprentice of the hero will not be robbed halfway...uh..."

Ye Wuchen's face turned pale immediately.

His heart rose to his throat in an instant, he swallowed, and looked at the strong man absently: "Where did you see that man?"

The strong man was still grabbing the flesh on the man's arm to tell him not to talk nonsense, but when he turned his head and saw Ye Wuchen's expression, he said dryly: "Hero, don't listen to his nonsense, the apprentice of someone as powerful as you How could it be possible to be an unknown person... right?"

Ye Wuchen frowned, the protagonist is still a child no matter how dick he is, if something really happens, then...

Didn't he get rid of the protagonist's shadow?

No, no, the protagonist's blackening value has already dropped, which means that he is still saved, and he can't give up like this——

Whether it is to give up the protagonist or give up on himself, he can't do it.

He frowned: "Tell me where I am."

Maybe it was because his face was too scary, the three strong men hurriedly pointed in one direction, and the thin young man said: "I just killed a phoenix demon, just follow the smell of blood."

As soon as the words fell, a white phantom quickly passed by, and Gong Linglan hurriedly followed.

Zhifeng Yao is a huge, solitary flying beast with bright feathers and a poignant cry. Its demon core can reach the ten-year cultivation base of an ordinary monk.

But now, a phoenix demon whose belly had been cut open overwhelmed a tree and fell in the middle of the road in a strange posture.

Ye Wuchen stood on the top of the tree, watching the phoenix demon from a distance, he took a deep breath, and tried to check it while suppressing his nausea.

"Senior, your spiritual pet is lost."

Gong Linglan followed pantingly, grabbing a white fur ball with her hands.

【Master, he questioned me and threatened me not to tell you. 】

The voice of the little white ball echoed in his mind, and Ye Wuchen was so excited that he almost fell from the tree.

He asked in his heart: "What did he ask you?"

[He asked me if my master was Ye Wuchen, the elder of the Immortal Sword Sect. 】

"Did you tell him?"

【No, I said you are my master. 】

Ye Wuchen heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at the male lead who hadn't grown up yet with complicated eyes—this guy's head didn't seem to be very useful either.

As a stranger, ask someone else's "spiritual pet" who its owner is, and threaten not to tell the truth. Who does the male second think is a fool?

He took the little white ball, put it on his shoulder, glanced at Gong Linglan floating in the air, jumped down from the tree silently, sealed his sense of smell, and circled around the dead Zhi Feng Yao.

Gong Linglan followed behind him all the time.

Most of the wounds on Zhifeng Yao's body were knife wounds, which should have been modified by the three strong men. The fatal injury was a sword cut to the throat. If you look carefully, there are entangled indentations on the feathers on Zhi Feng Yao's slender neck.

Ye Wuchen frowned and stared at its throat for a long time. For some reason, he felt a little devilish energy.

"Senior, did you find anything?"

Seeing him staring at the wound, Gong Linglan couldn't help reminding him.

"Ah, no."

Ye Wuchen patted his clothes, and lowered his eyes to think, this body is sensitive to demonic energy, so there should be no mistakes, and it is more likely that the young man in red is Mo Yun.

Who knows if he went to repair the demon?

He breathed a sigh of relief for a while, and a bloody little thing was picked off his body.

"Master be careful."

Little Baiqiu became more and more familiar with this title, his face blushed and his heart skipped a beat when he shouted, but Ye Wuchen got goosebumps when he heard it.

He warned Xiao Baiqiu in his heart: "Don't call me master when Gong Linglan is gone."

Unexpectedly, the little white ball was a little hesitant, and he hesitated to say hello.

Little Baiqiu does have selfish intentions.

If you call Ye Wuchen the "master", then you are Ye Wuchen's property.

Suddenly, a soldier's voice came from his body: "Oh, you are really a heartless man!"

Ye Wuchen slapped away the sticky blood baby on his body with his palm, and retreated ten meters away by the way.

The soldier spirit who turned into a blood baby was photographed on Gong Linglan's body. He picked up the soldier spirit and rubbed it curiously: "Senior, is this also your spiritual pet?"

Ye Wuchen patted the blood stains on his body, and said indifferently: "No."

"The heartless man!"

Bing Ling rubbed his face clean and protested in Gong Linglan's hands.

Gong Linglan widened her eyes, looked at Bing Ling seriously, then looked at Ye Wuchen cautiously, and asked in a more cautious voice: "A heartless man?"

Ye Wuchen patted his blood-stained hand, and stared at the soldier spirit fiercely.

The soldier spirit became more presumptuous because of his stare, and it snapped back with a more fierce voice: "The heartless man! Why did you abandon me!"

"senior?"

Facing Shanggong Linglan's indescribable gaze, Ye Wuchen's heart was broken, and he said with difficulty: "No, it's not what you think."

After finding a clean place and explaining to Gong Linglan sloppily, Ye Wuchen tied the soldier spirit into a ball, threw it on the ground, knelt down and poked its swollen belly with a wooden stick.

"Have you seen Mo Yun?"

Bingling repeated only one sentence: "He who is heartbroken!"

Ye Wuchen: "..."

Gong Linglan leaned over and asked, "Senior's apprentice is called Mo Yun?"

"Ah."

Bing Ling: "The heartless man!"

It deliberately raised the pitch and successfully mobilized Ye Wuchen's energy.

He got up and summoned Shuang Jiang, pointing the tip of his sword at the soldier spirit, his face was gloomy: "Do you want to try the feeling of being hanged and beaten by your own child?"

Bing Ling fell silent for a moment, and then couldn't control himself for a while, crying out: "You don't even know what I've been through! You, you still treat me so fiercely..."

Ye Wuchen withdrew Shuangjiang speechlessly, lifted up the soldier spirit with one hand, and asked following its words: "What have you experienced?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Bing Ling became more violent: "I was chased by this big bird for a long time, and a few people saw me and wanted to arrest me. Fortunately, someone came and killed the big bird, and sent those people away. Let's go, wow!"

"Don't cry..."

Ye Wuchen was upset and covered his ears with his other hand.

At this time, Gong Linglan clapped his hands like a slap in the face: "Senior, is Immortal Master Ye from Immortal Sword Sect?"

Ye Wuchen's hands covering his ears paused, and then covered his face: "I'm not."

Gong Linglan tapped her fingers and calculated one by one: "It was a bit strange when senior's spiritual pet called senior 'Wuchen' before, until later senior said that his apprentice was called 'Mo Yun'."

Speaking of this, he tilted his head and thought for a while, and after confirming that there was no mistake, he said, "Master told me a few days ago that Immortal Master Ye of Immortal Sword Sect has accepted an extremely talented apprentice named 'Mo Yun'."

After finishing speaking, he smiled obediently at Ye Wuchen, like a student asking a question like a teacher, and asked curiously: "Senior, am I right?"

Ye Wuchen looked at the little white ball with black lines all over his head, then slapped himself on the forehead speechlessly, and said resignedly: "Yes."

"I didn't expect Immortal Master Ye to be so kind to his apprentice."

"Ah."

Guess it, guess it, it's not a big deal...

"Senior, don't you want to be recognized by others? I remember Master said that Ye Xian's teachers and students are indistinguishable."

"……Um."

Although he just softened the facial features.

"The heartless man has changed his face?"

Ye Wuchen grabbed Bing Ling: "Don't call me a heartbreaker."

Bingling struggled for a while, freed his two short hands, rubbed his eyes, and looked at Dingqing: "Unscrupulous man, you have really changed!"

Ye Wuchen: "..."

……

Afterwards, Ye Wuchen circled Zhifeng Yao twice more, except for a little devilish energy on its neck, there was nothing suspicious about it.

The clue to find the apprentice was cut off suddenly, Ye Wuchen could only continue to walk aimlessly.

Bingling couldn't see the appearance of the little boy in red. It said that it was blinded by blood and held down by the fallen bird. Before it could react, everyone left.

Little Baiqiu got the information from nowhere, saying that the protagonist is still alive and doing well, Ye Wuchen was a little relieved.

He just said, how could something happen to the protagonist?

After learning of his identity, Gong Linglan stopped talking too much, and obediently followed him slowly, occasionally picking some spiritual fruits on the side of the road to give to Ye Wuchen.

The summer environment is sweltering and the area is large. The wound on Ye Wuchen's hand has only been treated carelessly, and even some spiritual power has not been peeled off, staying in the wound and scurrying around, causing his right arm to bleed now.

But who is Ye Wuchen? He blocked the pain as early as the moment it started.Therefore, if it wasn't for the vibrating reminder from the little white ball, he might not have noticed that his entire arm was useless.

"Hey, a lot of blood came out."