Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The disciples of the Xianqi Sect were very nervous these past few days, and the cooks in the dining room stopped chattering, and all of them looked heavy.

Mo Yun gave Shi Niang the cakes he had made, and said with a smile: "Although I don't know what happened, it will definitely be resolved smoothly."

Shi Niang smiled and sighed, patted his head, like coaxing a child: "Excuse me, young master."

Back in the bamboo house, Ye Wuchen was lying on the bed studying the script, looking quite serious, while Mo Yun looked at the steamed dumplings on the table, and secretly came up with the idea of ​​feeding the master.

However, before he could move, Ye Wuchen smelled the aroma and got up, lay down on the table to eat, and called Mo Yun by the way: "You haven't eaten yet, come here."

Mo Yun walked over aggrieved.

He was still staring at the notebook in his hand, his brows were furrowed, as if facing a formidable enemy.Mo Yun leaned over curiously, and saw four eye-catching big characters, "To Qing Shiyuan".

"..."

Of course he would not think that Ye Wuchen was trying to accept such rumors.

"Master, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Wuchen put the scripture book in front of him from behind him, resting his chin on his shoulder, pointing to a passage.

"Look, this is what happened to Lian Li before. At that time, we didn't reveal our identity to the villagers, and there were no other witnesses in the cave. How could we record it in such detail?"

The hot air he exhaled while speaking entangled Mo Yun's earlobe, burning the young man's face red.

However, Ye Wuchen didn't notice this abnormality, and was still analyzing it on his own.

"Those girls who were trapped didn't know our identities, and it was impossible for them to spread these things. The only ones who knew these things were the two people who were traveling with us."

Ye Wuchen frowned: "I don't know Yuxi, but Lu Xiao will definitely talk nonsense if he drinks too much."

He turned his head to look at Mo Yun, only to find that his face was already red, Ye Wuchen quickly straightened him up, looked left and right, but couldn't see anything.

And Mo Yun didn't dare to look Ye Wuchen directly in the eyes, as if even looking at him would be blasphemy.

Ye Wuchen put the back of his hand against his forehead, felt the scalding heat, pinched his chin, and forced Mo Yun to look at him.

"Are you sick?"

Mo Yun almost fainted after looking at him, he hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, it's just a little hot..."

"hot?"

Ye Wuchen walked to the window and opened the closed window, the cold wind wrapped in the rain was blowing directly into his face.

He wiped his face and closed the window silently.

Maybe it's because of Mo Yunxiu's magic.

Ye Wuchen sneaked to the next room to meditate in order to avoid suspicion, and let Mo Yun adjust himself in this room.

Mo Yun lay on the table and sighed heavily.

There was no cure for him.

There are barriers around the Beauty Island, and Ye Wuchen can't send a message to Lu Xiao, so he can only remember this grudge first, and then go back to the Immortal Sword Gate and settle it with him one by one.

Afterwards, he went to the ancient well several times, and the only sound he could hear was the sharp male voice, so Ye Wuchen had no choice but to give up.

Little Baiqiu has been very busy these days, there is no shadow of the ball for a long time, and the "Stick to the Story" system does not report Mo Yun's blackening value in real time, which makes Ye Wuchen quite uncomfortable.

There are not many things to do in the bamboo house, and Ye Wuchen is too lazy to move around, so he plays chess and drinks with the old man in Xanadu every day.

The peach blossoms here will not fade, the trees will not bear fruit, and the four seasons are colorful.

The old man picked two trees, picked out a few pieces of clothing from Ye Wuchen's pile of clothes, and built a hammock. When Ye Wuchen came in, he was lying on it drinking and talking nonsense.

"Little Ye..."

"What?"

Ye Wuchen walked to the side of the hammock and saw that he had drunk himself with a jug of wine, so he stretched out his hand to grab the jug of wine.

The old man swat his hands away like a fly.

"Xiaoye, haven't you always wanted to know my life experience... hurry up and ask me while I'm drunk..."

Ye Wuchen was speechless: "Who would say that he was drunk?"

"Yes, I am not."

He looked drunk, but he was very sober when he spoke, Ye Wuchen sat down against the peach tree, and casually agreed: "Yes, you are drunk, you are drunk, you are so drunk, you are so drunk that you talk nonsense. "

As soon as the old man heard this, he knew that he didn't believe him, so he jumped to the ground and pointed at him with the finger holding the wine: "Do you not believe me?"

Ye Wuchen stared at his clear eyes and said with a smile: "Anyone with discerning eyes can tell that you are not drunk, so why let me pretend to be blind?"

"Hey!"

The old man took a sip of his wine, sat next to him, and praised: "You are quite smart."

It's not a matter of being smart or not, it's obviously a matter of being blind or not.

Ye Wuchen shook his head and chuckled.

"Master, you just want to tell others about yourself."

He used the tone he used to talk to the old man in the village.

The old man stroked his beard and slapped him on the back of the head pretending to be angry: "You used to call me senior, but now you call me uncle?"

"Then, old man?"

"It still sounds good, sir."

Ye Wuchen chuckled lightly.

The old man sat beside him, also leaning against the peach tree, his old fingers crushing the peach blossoms on the ground.

"When you get old, you can't hide some things on your mind."

After he finished speaking, his voice fell silent, as if he was waiting for Ye Wuchen to speak.

The old man waited for a while but didn't get the news, turned his head a little dissatisfied, but saw that Ye Wuchen had already squinted his eyes ignorantly, looking tired.

He sighed, looked at the flourishing peach blossoms above his head, and said, "Xiaoye, have you seen the Immortal Emperor?"

Ye Wuchen said lazily: "I saw it once in the secret realm."

"Then you should have seen the remnant soul floating beside him, right?"

Ye Wuchen shook his head and said after a long time: "No."

"Huh? No? It shouldn't be, I think the Immortal Emperor treasures it."

The old man scratched his ears and cheeks, took a sip of his wine in confusion, and said, "You know, this place was built by the Immortal Emperor for that remnant soul."

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes sleepily, and yawned: "So what if I know?"

The Immortal Emperor has been dead for so long, and the space he created was also recycled by the system and given to him as a reward. So what if he knows these past events, the Immortal Emperor can still cheat corpses.

"So what, Xiaoye, you don't know that the battlefield of the battle between gods and demons was enclosed in a valley, and an enchantment was set up outside, connecting the two worlds of immortals and demons, but isolating the mortal world. All these were done by the immortal emperor. of."

The old man jumped up, as if he wanted to give him some popular science about the divine power of the Immortal Emperor.

Unexpectedly, Ye Wuchen only gave him a casual glance: "Master, aren't you from the devil world?"

The old man was choked by his words, sat back to his original position silently, and sighed.

"Speaking of which, how could the Immortal Emperor seal people from the Demon Realm here?"

The old man raised his head and poured himself a jug of wine, with a look of shame on his face: "This, it's a long story..."

Back then, when he was searching for the bones of his comrades-in-arms on the battlefield, when he was in a state of anxiety, a protoss passed by with a white flame.

As a demon, he was naturally the opposite of the gods, so he immediately drew his sword and confronted the gods.

"Step aside."

Even though the Shenzu said so, they ignored the long sword facing them and walked away.

His heart sank, he turned around and stabbed the back of the protoss.

However, the Shenzu didn't even turn around, and the long sword in his hand was broken inch by inch.

"I don't want to die so early."

The protoss said so.

He had no relatives, and his only comrade-in-arms also died on the battlefield, and even the bones were not found. At that time, he was young and vigorous, and he just wanted to find a god to kill him for revenge.

Therefore, he changed to a short dagger and rushed forward to give the man a knife.

As a result, the protoss used Qi as a blade and wiped his neck directly.

Before he died, he seemed to have heard the flustered words of the Protoss, probably speaking to the remnant soul.

"I didn't kill him, I just wanted to help him change to a better place, don't be afraid..."

When Ye Wuchen heard this, he disliked the old man a little: "You are so weak."

The old man snorted and said unconvinced: "I didn't know it was the Immortal Emperor at the time."

"And then, how did you get here?"

The old man thought for a while and said, "In order to coax the remnant soul, the Immortal Emperor insisted on stuffing my soul here, and asked the remnant soul to check it out."

He was in this place when he woke up, and when he opened his eyes, a white flame took over his sight, and he backed away in fright.

Seeing that he was so energetic, the white flame was relieved, and kept chasing him, wanting to play with him.

When the Immortal Emperor came in, he was already familiar with White Flame, and it was strange to say that he was by his side all the time, but now he was the closest to him.

The Immortal Emperor summoned the white flame several times, but it was deaf and refused to pass.

So, the Immortal Emperor turned him into an old man in a rage, but unexpectedly, the white flames entangled him even more fiercely.

The Immortal Emperor had no choice but to sit by the side, waiting for White Flame to come back after playing, and told him his identity by the way.

Ye Wuchen was a little curious: "He said he was an immortal emperor, so you worship him?"

"How can it be?" The old man gave him a supercilious look, "I'm not such a snobbish person, it's because the Immortal Emperor told me why the gods and demons must be destroyed."

"Do you believe it?"

The old man nodded, then shook his head again.

"I didn't believe it at first, but he showed me."

The old man held his chin: "The Immortal Emperor does not belong to this world."

Ye Wuchen, who doesn't belong to this world, got excited, he stared at the old man: "How do you know, did you ask?"

"He told me."

The Immortal Emperor told him about the situation of the magic pattern, and seeing that he didn't believe it, he took out a crystal ball, cast a little spell, and the scene of the magic pattern bursting appeared in front of his eyes.

A crystal ball cannot be faked.

He stared blankly, ignored the white flame, and asked in a daze, "How do you know?"

The Immortal Emperor stared at the white flame next to him, which was sluggish because his playmate didn't pay attention to An, and smiled casually.

"I've been there."

"How is it possible, how is it possible to know what happened a hundred years later, where is there such a spell in the world today!"

The Immortal Emperor raised his eyebrows, hooked his fingers at the white flame, and said lazily: "I am not from this world, of course I know what will happen in this world."

"Aren't you the Immortal Emperor?"

"The Immortal Emperor is dead, I'll kill...uh, he's dead anyway."

The Immortal Emperor looked at the one dangling beside him, and stuttered a bit.

The white flame swayed left and right in front of him, seeing that he didn't pay attention to him at all, he could only go back to the immortal emperor lonely, and got into the glass bottle depressed.

The Immortal Emperor got up satisfied, turned around with the glass bottle, and did not forget to thank him when he left: "Thank you for playing with him, I will pay attention to your comrades in arms."

He stood there in a daze, muttering: "I don't belong to this world..."

It was two days after seeing the Immortal Emperor again, he watched the Immortal Emperor walk into the peach forest holding a crystal ball, the Immortal Emperor said: "He was hacked to death by the demons, he seems to be a deserter."

The crystal ball showed the process of his comrade-in-arms being tortured and killed by the demons. He looked at the man in front of him with a trembling voice: "Were you there at that time?"

"I don't have that much free time, I just went around at that time."

"What about the corpse?"

The Immortal Emperor felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him, and finally said a word: "Sorry, the body was accidentally swallowed by the world I created, um..."

He eagerly waited for the emperor's next words.

"That small world will be called the Secret Realm of Soldiers in the future. If you have a chance, pay attention to the snowy region. The corpses are trapped there."

Immortal Emperor left after speaking, leaving behind a crystal ball that was still showing.

"Later, only when the remnant soul came, the Immortal Emperor would appear. I only saw him two or three times, but the Immortal Emperor's love for that remnant soul is really incredible."

The old man sighed.

Ye Wuchen's attention was still on "The Immortal Emperor does not belong to this world", he muttered to himself: "What does it mean not to belong to this world?"

Although Xiao Baiqiu told him before that this Immortal Emperor was not that Immortal Emperor, he had some guesses, but it was still a bit unbelievable.

The Immortal Emperor is not from this world, so what about his old friend?Could it be that he traveled through time like himself?

Ye Wuchen couldn't figure it out, so he planned to go out and ask Xiao Baiqiu.

He woke up on the bed, stretched out, sleeping soundly with the little white ball nestled in his neck, and was startled awake by his sudden large movement.

It simply clamped itself in Ye Wuchen's collar, and said sullenly: "Master, I will sleep again."

It spoke suddenly, and Ye Wuchen was startled before finding it in his collar.Seeing the drowsy appearance of the little white ball, Ye Wuchen didn't intend to make trouble with it, so he lay down again and asked, "Are there any other people who have traveled here in this world?"

The little white ball lay on top of him contentedly. Some did not understand why he asked such a question, but he still told the truth: "No, only one traverser is allowed in each world. If there are too many, the world will collapse."

After explaining it in this way, Ye Wuchen felt that he carried a world on his back, and he had a heavy responsibility.

"The Immortal Emperor is not from this world, is he?"

"Yep."

The little white fan crawled onto his face in a daze, and heard him say, "Then why didn't the world collapse?"

"what!"

When Ye Wuchen was speaking, the little white ball just crawled to his mouth, and he accidentally bit the little white ball.

It screamed and said: "The Immortal Emperor is here to perform a short mission. He will leave after a few days, so the world will not notice it."

Ye Wuchen nodded, pulled it off his face, and held it in front of his eyes: "Are you all right?"

The little white ball swayed, broke free from his hand, threw itself on Ye Wuchen's face again, and dozed off.

Seeing that it was really sleepy, Ye Wuchen let it lie on the stomach, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.