Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The spring night was humid, with a slightly cool mist, and there were only sporadic lights in the sky, and the crescent moon, which was not very bright, was shrouded in clouds and mist.

In the middle of the night, the peach blossoms are fragrant, and the light around the bamboo house is dim.Mo Yun was sitting on the grass, paddling the wet grass on the ground with his hands.

His brows were downcast and he was unhappy.

The little white ball managed to slow down, and floated out with pink fur tips, found Mo Yun and squatted on his head.

"I've wronged you after kissing Master, right?"

Mo Yun ignored him, picked a slender blade of grass and stirred it between his fingers.

"Tell me, if I discovered this thought earlier, would Master not have died in his previous life?"

He said casually, with a light tone, as if stating an ordinary matter.

Little Baiqiu was frightened back to his original color by his words, all the charms in his heart disappeared, and his soft and cute voice carried the rare vicissitudes.

"No, someone will still let him die."

"Can't I keep it?"

"Can't keep it."

The humidity of the night wrapped around his body, Mo Yun tied the grass in his hands a few knots, and said sullenly, "Who is that person?"

"..."

"I don't know, or can't you tell me?"

The little white ball slid down his hair to his shoulders, wrapped in fluorescent light, it thought seriously for a while: "I don't know, in fact, I haven't been able to find out who he is until now."

Mo Yun lowered his head even lower: "I can't help, can I?"

"...You just need to take good care of the master."

The few stars in the night sky were gradually covered by thick fog, leaving behind a round of lonely and monotonous silver hooks.

Mo Yun only hoped that in this life, he would not build that bone-chilling ice coffin again.

The sky is impermanent, and it began to rain in the middle of the night, knocking down the land of Fang Fei.

Inside the room, Ye Wuchen's expression softened slightly, his breathing gradually became steady, and he was already in a deep sleep.

In order to let him sleep more peacefully, the lights in the room were not turned on.Mo Yun tiptoed to the side of the bed and squatted down, stared at it for a while before reaching out tentatively to hold Ye Wuchen's exposed hand.

The 13-year-old boy's palm is not big, and Mo Yun only grabbed his fingers, and he held it tightly, but he didn't want to let go.

The sound of the rain was pattering, and the only thing lingering in my ears was the long breath.

The next day, when Mo Yun woke up, Ye Wuchen was still asleep, so he went out, intending to go to the restaurant.

However, there were already people waiting at the door of the bamboo house.

"Xiao Xianjun, is the fairy master here?"

Tang Wanfeng was holding an ink silk umbrella, with a slight smile on his face, standing not far from the bamboo house.

"Resting."

After Mo Yun answered, he planned to leave, but when he passed by Tang Wanfeng, he remembered the well again, so he paused, "To the southwest..."

"Then you know..."

Mo Yun looked at Tang Wanfeng, blinked, and decided to show this former subordinate a little face: "You talk first."

"Well, I want to ask Xiao Xianjun if he knows the rumors about Beauty Island?"

Mo Yun shook his head, and didn't intend to ask, but just added what he hadn't finished saying: "There is a well in the southwest, and some corpses were salvaged. Immortal Sword Sect will not take care of your sect's affairs."

He set up an enchantment around him, exactly the one that Ye Wuchen set up around the wicker chair. He held Ye Wuchen's arm for a long time that day, and Ye Wuchen reluctantly taught him this self-created enchantment. .

The rain wasn't heavy, and it didn't gather water droplets when it fell on the barrier. Tang Wanfeng looked at the boy who was half a head shorter than himself, thanked him before he had gone far, and then turned and walked southwest.

The two went in opposite directions.

Like many monks, music cultivators can also fast when they reach a certain stage, so there are not many people who go to the cafeteria on weekdays, and most of them are new disciples.

Mo Yun approached the back kitchen with ease, greeted a few cooks cordially, and ran to a smaller stove to start a fire.

There are very few opportunities to meet men in Xianqi School, so the cooks are all very interested in this white and tender young man who is good at cooking.

Among them, a woman named Shi Niang even talked to him a lot.

At this moment, Mo Yun had already picked up the spatula, he felt Shi Niang's sad gaze beside him, and asked innocently: "Shi Niang, why are you staring at me like this?"

Shi Niang looked at him for a long time, her mouth opened and closed, and she hesitated to speak.

Mo Yun smiled: "Shi Niang can say whatever she wants."

He put the pre-prepared fish into the pan and skillfully stir-fried it.

Master doesn't know when he will wake up, so let's make a pot of fish soup first.

Seeing his skillful movements, Shi Niang couldn't help but feel distressed: "Does Immortal Master Ye ask you to do it every day?"

Just at this time, Mo Yun brought the super good fish out of the pot and was about to start cooking the soup. He turned his head to look at Shi Niang, and said with a smile: "No, the master wants me to find a place to play by myself, but I want to serve the master. do something."

"But I heard that Master Ye has a cold personality..."

"There are always some exaggerations in rumors. Master is a very good person."

Mo Yun shook his head with a smile, interrupted her, put the fried fish in after making the soup base, and stirred it carefully with a long wooden spoon.

"If he is really deserted, how can he be willing to eat what I make?"

Seeing his willingness, Shi Niang had no choice but to let go of the worries in her heart and smile in relief.

She rolled up her sleeves, planning to do something to help Mo Yun, but found that the child had arranged everything properly, so she had to give up.

In the early morning, no one came to the dining hall, and the cooks were also happy to relax, chatting around with small stools.

They were talking about family matters at first, so Mo Yun didn't pay attention to it, but just stared at the matter in his hands. The fish soup in the pot had been boiled to milky white, and it was full of fragrance.

He took out a small spoon and tasted it, the taste was just right, he poured the fish soup into a small casserole, covered it, and was about to say goodbye to the cooks when he heard them talking about someone.

"Master Bai hasn't been here for a few days." A cook knocked on her knees with a disdainful expression on her face: "It's good not to be here, but it's annoying to see him like that."

Shi Niang held her chin, not interested in this topic, she saw that Mo Yun was holding the casserole and was about to leave, she quickly waved: "Be careful on the road."

Mo Yun nodded, he was quite concerned about the Young Master Bai they were talking about, so he asked, "Master Bai? Will there be other men in the Xianqi Sect?"

"Young master, don't worry about this, he's just a softie, he's worse than those monsters that eat people!"

A slightly younger cook opened her mouth angrily, turned to look at Mo Yun's innocent and harmless smile, and couldn't help reminding: "Young master, you have to be careful of a person with a mark on his left eye, you can't be entangled by that guy... ..."

Before she finished speaking, Shi Niang quickly interrupted: "Alas! What are you talking about to him, that person is probably locked up, don't let the young master be frightened."

When Mo Yun heard this, he knew it was time to leave. He raised a smile and said sweetly: "It's fine to be locked up. Then I'll go first. See you, sisters."

Holding the small casserole in his arms, he left the dining room briskly, and went back to find Ye Wuchen.

Shi Niang looked at his back, and asked the cooks next to him uncertainly: "Young Master, you probably don't care about it?"

The young cook waved her hand: "I think the young master is full of respect for his master, how can he have time to take care of these trivial matters."

Shi Niang sighed: "I hope so."

Ye Wuchen in the bamboo house was still asleep, so Mo Yun wrapped the small casserole with his spiritual power to keep the fish soup warm.

And he planned to visit Gujing again.

Stepping on the peach blossoms that had been rained down last night, Mo Yun walked towards the ancient well like a stroll in the park, and encountered several guardians walking back on the way.

The protector's complexion was not very good, and he was a little heavy. When he saw Mo Yun, he just nodded and left quickly.

Mo Yun bent down slightly, saluted the guardians, and waited for them to walk away before looking at their backs in thought.

The ancient well should be dealt with.

He kicked the stones under his feet, still wanting to visit the ancient well.

Not far away, Tang Wanfeng and Luo Xianling walked towards each other. The former thanked him again, while the latter was cursing at first, but when he saw him, he fell silent and looked at Tang Wanfeng in embarrassment. hide behind.

Mo Yun didn't pay attention to her, but just talked to Tang Wanfeng: "Is Gujing dealt with?"

"Buried by the Great Guardians."

Mo Yun nodded, turned around and left.

I was just bored and wanted to take a look at it, but now I don't even have anything to relieve my boredom.

"Wait a moment!"

Luo Xianling behind him suddenly stopped him.

Mo Yun turned back lazily, a little confused: "Huh?"

"You really don't know the rumors about Beauty Island?"

Mo Yun frowned, didn't Tang Wanfeng ask this question before, did he violate the taboo here?

I won't cause trouble for Master.

He turned around with a guilty conscience, with a face full of willingness to hear about it.

"I don't know, but can my sister tell me?"

Mo Yun's smile is very clean, there seems to be a glint of water in his dark eyes, and the corners of his naturally raised mouth are even more playful and cute when he smiles.

Luo Xianling developed slowly, she was only a little older than Mo Yun at the age of 15, her heart skipped half a beat from the boy's laughter, and she stuttered for a long time before speaking.

After hearing her explanation, and in line with her blushing face, Mo Yun raised his eyebrows, and then pretended to be distressed: "I'm really sorry, I didn't know there was such a rumor before, please don't misunderstand."

After finishing speaking, he restrained the smile on his face, and looked at Luo Xianling with a smile that couldn't reach his eyes.

"what……"

The blush on Luo Xianling's face receded a bit, and suddenly the corners of her mouth turned downwards, hugging Tang Wanfeng's neck and began to howl: "I also said that it was the first time someone gave me flowers when I was growing up, so you must be careful." Cherish it, never thought it was a misunderstanding, thanks to my excitement for so long..."

She was talking with snot and tears, and she started to curse again: "I knew that men have no good things! Bai Yusheng is, Ye... I'm sorry, senior sister!"

Tang Wanfeng grabbed her ear with a wrench and gently apologized to Mo Yun.

"Junior Sister is ignorant, please don't tell Master Xianjun."

Mo Yun nodded, but he just said a surname, so he didn't pursue it.But what made him more concerned was the name "Bai Yusheng". Is it that Mr. Bai?

Tang Wanfeng had already grabbed Luo Xianling and left. He stood there for a while, planning to ignore these trivial matters and go to the master.

He touched Zhang's amulet and passed it to the door of the bamboo house.

Mo Yun didn't go in immediately, instead he lay down by the window and watched for a while.

Ye Wuchen had already woken up, he was sitting on the bed, looking around ignorantly, then sat for a while, then suddenly fell down on the bed.

"Master—respect."

Mo Yun supported the window lattice, before turning into the room, he saw Ye Wuchen hugging the corner of the quilt, squinting in satisfaction.

Mo Yun continued to lie on the window, a little dumbfounded by his actions.

Afterwards, a small white ball floated out from Ye Wuchen's shoulder, stood unscrupulously on top of his head, then pressed against his forehead, and slid to the tip of his nose.

Ye Wuchen seemed to be a little annoyed by it, he grabbed it in his hands when it was not prepared, and ravaged it vigorously, until the hair of the little white ball was already messed up, he smiled and helped to comb it.

Mo Yun: "..."

He thinks he is a calm person, unless the other party is Ye Wuchen.

Mo Yun put his hands on the window, jumped up, and ran to the bed: "Master!"

Ye Wuchen was stunned, and reflexively hid the little white ball under the quilt, and said with a dry smile, "Morning..."

His movement to hide the white ball was not large, but Mo Yun caught him. The smile on Mo Yun's face paused, and he hugged the small casserole on the table sullenly.

"Master, do you want to eat?"

Ye Wuchen got up and looked at him softly: "Did you move me back yesterday?"

Mo Yun stared at his beautiful eyes, nodded, and added: "Use a placeholder."

"Sorry, I fainted suddenly yesterday. What happened to the well?"

Mo Yun saw that he was not interested in the casserole in his hand, so he could only lift the lid of the casserole, took out a pair of wooden chopsticks, picked out small pieces of tender fish from inside, and brought them to his mouth.

"I haven't washed yet..."

With a slight smile on his face, Mo Yun stared at him for a while, then silently put down his chopsticks, put the small casserole on the table, and went out.

Ye Wuchen stared tremblingly at the young man's back, pulled out a small white ball from under the quilt, and said in a horrified tone, "What should I do, I seem to have offended the protagonist."

The little white ball blinked, and Ye Wuchen hid it under the quilt again before he could open his mouth. Mo Yun walked in with a basin of hot water. He tested the temperature of the water with his hands before soaking a white towel. After twisting it, put it on Ye Wuchen's face and rub it carefully.

Ye Wuchen was frightened into silence.

"Well, Yoona, I have it."

"Master, can I eat?"

"……Can."

Mo Yun happily brought over the small casserole and brought it to Ye Wuchen.

However, Ye Wuchen was completely stunned, his thin lips parted slightly, seriously feeling that he would not live long.

Mo Yun pouted and began to feed the master.

However, Ye Wuchen just chewed and swallowed mechanically, with a dumbfounded expression.

He suddenly approached Ye Wuchen, stared into his dim eyes, and softly called: "Master."

"Ah, what's wrong?"

Ye Wuchen came back to his senses, and shrank back, grabbing the little white ball and not daring to move.

Mo Yun stared blankly at him for a while, then suddenly recalled his previous actions - it's over, it scared people.

He stared at the cup of milky white fish soup in his hand in annoyance, his thoughts were like eighteen bends on a mountain road, turning thousands of times, and finally, he smiled brightly.

"Master fainted suddenly yesterday, it was really scary, but if I hadn't taken Master there, it probably wouldn't be like this, probably because I dragged Master down."

"So, I want to treat Master better in the future... If Master feels uncomfortable, I will not do this in the future."

After Mo Yun finished speaking, he kept smiling, and finally lowered his head sleepily. Unsurprisingly, after a while, Ye Wuchen put his hand on his head, touched it twice symbolically, and then quickly took it away. .

"Fortunately, it's just that I have hands and feet, and I don't need anyone to serve me."

Ye Wuchen stared at Mo Yun's drooping head, the protagonist seemed to be trying to win his trust.