Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

It was raining on the day of Guyu, moistening the bamboo forest, and finely hitting the barrier around the rattan chair, Ye Wuchen huddled inside, waiting for Mo Yun to pack up his things.

Strange to say, Mo Yun's belongings are usually stored in Liuyun Ring, so I don't know what he has to clean up.

Ever since he came back from the Secret Realm of Soldiers, this child has fallen in love with the kitchen. In his opinion, it doesn't matter whether he cultivates or not. Cooking is the most important thing in the world.

Ye Wuchen was afraid that the protagonist would lose himself in order to cook, so he would check his homework every once in a while. As a result, the protagonist's cultivation was not increasing at a normal speed.

He seriously suspects that the protagonist has developed another way of cultivation - kitchen cultivation.

However, both systems indicated that this world does not accommodate this kind of cultivation method.

So Ye Wuchen could only express tiredly: The protagonist really deserves to be the protagonist.

By the time Mo Yun finished packing, it was already high in the sun. Ye Wuchen stared at his dark nose, then at the black ash on the corner of his clothes, and asked with some trepidation: "Are you going to move the house there?"

The air was suddenly quiet, and I saw Mo Yun lowered his head shyly, and said "Yes", and then he quickly explained: "But I don't know how to move the stove, so I only brought some cooking utensils."

Ye Wuchen felt that the protagonist seemed to be a fool...

He tried his best to pull out a smile, and said gently: "There should be food halls in the Xianqi faction, you don't have to..."

"But the food over there is not made by me."

Mo Yun looked into his watery eyes, and spoke seriously, which made people sound a little domineering.

Most of his thoughts were disturbed by the sound of rain, Ye Wuchen felt a little bit like a child who couldn't figure it out for a while, so he could only let him go.

It is also a big event for an elder from this sect to be invited to be a teaching assistant in another sect.And when Xiao Yichun brought the other four elders to see him off, he told him all the way like a married girl, saying that he could wrong the Xianqi faction, but he must not wrong himself.

All in all, whether the relationship between sects is good or not is another matter, and the elders of one's own family must not be wronged.

Even Lang Luan didn't make things difficult for him at this time.

Xianqi faction is located on an island in the south, people inside can come in and out at will, but people outside can't get in without permission.

Because the Xianqi Sect is all female disciples, this island is also known as "Beauty Island".

There is a lavender barrier around Beauty Island, and a simple city wall has been built across the golden beach. The city gate engraved with two golden phoenixes faces the mainland and is closed all year round.

Ye Wuchen rode Yunchen to the lavender barrier, took out a purple jade leaf from his wide sleeve, and gently stuck it against the barrier.

A gust of wind hit, shrinking Yunchen to the size of a palm in fright, Ye Wuchen embraced Mo Yun, and stood lightly on the sea.

Mo Yun grabbed the cloud dust running around and took it back to the Floating Cloud Ring. When he looked over again, they were already standing in front of the city gate.

The golden phoenix engraved with a special technique suddenly flapped its wide wings and leaped into the air. The golden tail feathers fell a little shattered, and gave two long and excited chirps. They chased each other upwards, and finally hovered above the heads of the two.

Mo Yun casually grabbed a handful of golden feathers when the phoenix passed by, but those feathers turned into fine fluorescent lights in a short while and returned to Jinfeng's body.

The gate of the city was wide open, and several Dharma protectors came out to greet him. Behind them were two personal disciples Tang Wanfeng and Luo Xianling.

"Immortal Master Ye, I have been admiring you for a long time."

Ye Wuchen responded with a smile, and then followed several people directly to the residence reserved for them by the head.

Inside the city gate is an avenue paved with blue bricks, decorated with flowers and plants and rockery on both sides, and there is an ancient pagoda in front of the avenue, named Hongyan.

The Hongyan Pagoda is built in the center of the entire Xianqi School. The west is the city gate, the east is the head's residence "Lan Zhiju", and behind it is a large peach blossom forest in full bloom.

Most of the south is the place where disciples practice, named "Yinyun Zhai".In the north is the residence and dining room of the disciples, built in the style of Hakka Tulou, and no one has come in or out yet.

The head of the sect is away on business, so Ye Wuchen doesn't have to follow the etiquette to see the head of the house.

There is a newly repaired bamboo building in the peach forest to the east. It is clean and atmospheric, and still has the fragrance of Hsinchu.

Ye Wuchen didn't understand the rhythm, and the headmaster didn't make it difficult for him, but just asked him to teach these disciples some formations and barriers, one lesson every three days, and the rest of the time they were free to come and go.

Several Dharma protectors brought him to the ground, exchanged pleasantries with each other, and then left. Only two female disciples stayed where they were.

Tang Wanfeng specially dressed up today, adding some color to her face that usually does not wear makeup, and a jade hairpin on her hair, she changed her usual snow-white clothes, and put on a light pink lotus skirt.

Gentle yet charming.

She stood on the spot and said, "Master Ye, long time no see."

Luo Xianling was still so lively, she smiled brightly like a spring flower: "Master Ye Xianling is good!"

Ye Wuchen responded gently.

Tang Wanfeng: "This bamboo house has just been repaired, and there may be some negligence. If you need anything, you can come to me."

"Ok."

Mo Yun thought that Ye Wuchen would probably have some polite conversations with those protectors, so he slipped to the peach forest early to pick peach blossoms to play, but when he came back with a bunch of peach blossoms, he found Tang Wanfeng talking with Ye Wuchen Zhenghuan.

Ye Wuchen handed her a book wrapped in yellow leather, and said: "I heard that Yinxiu doesn't practice formations very much. This book records some basic formations. You can read them in your spare time."

Tang Wanfeng accepted the book, a little flattered, but thanked him dignifiedly.

Luo Xianling wanted to see the appearance of the book, but found that the book was protected by Tang Wanfeng, she stuck out her tongue and looked for Ye Wuchen with bright eyes, "Master Ye, what about me?" ?”

As soon as the words were finished, the fragrance of peach blossoms wafted from her bosom. It was Mo Yun who put the same book and peach blossom branches into her bosom: "Master is gone. I have a copy here. You can take it."

As he said that, he dragged Ye Wuchen into the bamboo house, and before closing the door, he respectfully saluted the two: "Thank you two sisters."

Luo Xianling looked at the flowers in her hand in a daze. The peach blossoms were extremely fresh, full of fragrance, tender and lovely.She hugged her for a while, then suddenly looked at Tang Wanfeng in horror: "Senior sister, what does this mean?"

There are rumors in the market that women on Beauty Island love peach blossoms. If you are yearning for a beautiful woman, you should not express your feelings directly. You need to find a bunch of fresh and tender peach blossoms and give them as a hint.

Tang Wanfeng sighed, "How old are you?"

"fifteen."

Tang Wanfeng looked at the sky, and took a few steps forward: "It's time to get married, then you can get married."

"Sister!"

Luo Xianling was in a hurry, and because of the peach blossom on her hand, she didn't dare to move.

Tang Wanfeng laughed: "That little fairy was only thirteen or fourteen years old, I'm afraid he doesn't know about these rumors, so don't take it seriously."

Luo Xianling gave her a fierce look, and strode away holding the peach blossoms.

As soon as he entered the bamboo house, Mo Yun began to search for a place to put the cooking utensils, that is, the kitchen.

The result was not found.

Seeing that the child was about to cry, Ye Wuchen quickly comforted him: "If it can't be done here, let's go back to Xianjianmen to fix it?"

Mo Yun rummaged through the bamboo house and sat on the bed in annoyance. Hearing Ye Wuchen's reassurance and thinking about the conversation he had with the two female disciples just now, he didn't know what it was like.

Suddenly, he said in a petty temper: "You don't know what that means!"

There was a moment of silence.

Realizing that he had murdered Ye Wuchen, Mo Yun was restless.

Ye Wuchen, who realized that he was murdered by the protagonist, was at a loss.

Both of them stood there blankly, neither looking at the other, avoiding each other's gaze in a tacit understanding.

After a long silence, a low sob broke the silence.

Mo Yun hurriedly wiped away tears, apologizing intermittently.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I'm not, I didn't mean to."

He just wants to make up for what he missed in his previous life, and he just wants to do what he didn't dare to do in his previous life...

"It's okay, don't cry."

Ye Wuchen came back to his senses and found that the protagonist was crying like a tearful doll on the bed. He stepped forward to hug Mo Yun and wiped away the tears on his face. As a result, the child cried even more fiercely when he saw him.

"Master, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose..."

"It's okay, it's just that the tone of the speech is a little bit heavier, it's okay."

Ye Wuchen wiped his tears in a panic, but Mo Yun was like the reincarnation of a fountain, just after wiping a wave, it rolled down again.

In fact, Mo Yun was a little happy to see Ye Wuchen worrying about him, but he felt wronged in his heart. All kinds of emotions suppressed by Ye Wuchen in his previous life surged at this moment, overturning the gate of reason.

He didn't even know what he was crying about.

"Don't cry, oops, your face is blurred from crying."

Ye Wuchen leaned very close, his slender fingers couldn't stop wiping the tears on his face, his fingertips were still cold.

As soon as Mo Yun raised his head, he bumped into his eyes, and there was a crying cat-like face in those peach blossom eyes that were always breezy.

The crying stopped abruptly.

Just when Ye Wuchen breathed a sigh of relief, Mo Yun suddenly grabbed his cold hand and continued to cry.

He thought of the ice coffin parked in the magic palace, the master was so afraid of the cold, and he put it in the ice coffin, how could he be such a bastard.

Mo Yun held those hands carefully, crying dizzily, but he didn't forget to wipe away his tears, fearing that the hot tears would scald those cold hands.

Ye Wuchen was panicked now, he sat on the bed with Mo Yun, and let Mo Yun hold his hands, at this moment he really experienced what it means to be in a dilemma.

"It's Master's fault, okay? I don't know that cooking is so important to you..."

He observed Mo Yun's reaction while talking, but the guy fell into his arms without warning, and his crying gradually weakened.

Ye Wuchen looked at the top of his hair and was stunned for a while before carefully pulling out his hands.

The tears on his hands were almost dry, and the boy's warm body temperature still remained.

He rubbed his hands and patted Mo Yun lightly. Seeing that he didn't respond, he helped him to lie on the bed again, and started to poke his flushed face from crying.

"Just sleep."

Ye Wuchen was lying on the bedside, squinting his eyes and pinching his face to play.

"Why are you still emotional after the blackening value drops?"

He muttered to himself.

It was still early, but at dusk, Ye Wuchen settled Mo Yun and left.

Mo Yun lay on the bed for a while, and opened his eyes when the surroundings calmed down. Tears still glistened in his dark eyes.

"Why do you want me to pretend to be asleep?"

The little white ball got out of the bed, wishing he could slap him on the face.

"Aren't you ashamed! Are you ashamed!"

Mo Yun wiped away his tears, pointed to the wet hair under its eyes, and said hoarsely, "You are not ashamed."

The little white ball rubbed against the quilt, "As your cultivation grows, your soul will have some empathy."

"Then you're still crying."

Mo Yun turned over tiredly, not going to care about the little white ball anymore.

The little white ball slammed into his face fiercely, faint words spewed out from his mouth, and it was unclear who he was speaking to, "When will you understand."

But Mo Yun was already tired from crying, so he slowly closed his eyes to block out the sound from the outside world.

……

In the first month when Mo Yun imprisoned Ye Wuchen in the Demon Palace, the Immortal Sword Gate came out in force, almost defeating the Demon Realm.

Fortunately, Mo Yun captured several generals alive, and then let Xianjianmen withdraw from the demon world.

That battle was known as the "Battle of Seizing Immortals" by the world.

At that time, Ye Wuchen was still a little energetic, and Mo Yun could still talk to him occasionally.

After the battle, Mo Yun didn't know what happened, and with untreated injuries, he found Ye Wuchen who was making tea in the side room.

At that time, he was chopped off by a master general with a machete, probably because of a bone injury, and the super healing ability of the demons did not fully heal.

Ye Wuchen was staring at Biluochun in the teapot, and suddenly smelled a bloody smell, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground in shock, breaking into pieces.

He looked towards the door and smiled when he saw Mo Yun: "Are you here to kill me?"

At that moment, Mo Yun felt that it was a mistake for him to come here.

Holding his dizzy head from blood loss, he walked a few steps forward with difficulty, found a wooden stool beside the tea table, sat down slowly, and waited for the wound to heal by itself.

Ye Wuchen looked at the side for a while, and couldn't help saying: "Your house seems to be next to it."

After he finished speaking, he came to his senses and laughed a little self-deprecatingly: "I forgot, this is the magic palace."

Mo Yun's head was dizzy, and his vision was a bit blurry, but Ye Wuchen could hear these two words clearly. He let out a breath, and always felt that he should say something, but he couldn't think of it after racking his brains.

Ye Wuchen stared at him for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Aren't you going to find Feng Yunhe?"

Mo Yun lay down on the table without responding.

He also thought he was stupid, instead of looking for Feng Yunhe, he ran here to look for Ye Wuchen, what was he looking forward to?

Ye Wuchen was chattering over there, not knowing what he was doing.

Mo Yun thought, since Ye Wuchen's dantian was damaged anyway, he probably couldn't hurt him, so he passed out following his body's instincts.

Seeing him completely fainted, Ye Wuchen sighed with a complex expression, took out a pair of black gloves from Najie, and walked towards him tremblingly.

"Little bastard, I really owe you in my previous life."

When Mo Yun woke up, he was already in his bedroom, beside Feng Yunhe who was giving him the needle.

He paused for a while and said, "Why am I here?"

Feng Yunhe said coldly: "Ye Wuchen asked his subordinates to move you back to the house, saying that you occupied his coffee table and blocked his eyes."

Mo Yun raised his hand, looked at the warm night pearl on the wall through his fingers, and inadvertently glanced at the healed wound on his arm.

"yes……"