Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The Xiuxin Hall is on the left side of Yinyunzhai, and there is a bluestone road between the hatchbacks. Because of the light rain last night and the fog in the morning, the stone road is a bit slippery.

Mo Yun ran over, and inevitably fell, his knees hit the hard and cold bluestone floor, and the shallow water stains wet his fiery red clothes, making him feel a bit chilly.

He knelt on the ground, a little dazed—it seems a little cold today.

After a while, he got up, slowly rubbed the corner of his clothes with his hands, wiped off the wet water stains on his hands, then looked up at the leaden sky, and sighed: "I don't know what clothes Master wore to go out last night... ..."

Talking about it, I came to the Xiuxin Hall, which is the place where the disciples practice their minds. A corridor connects the rooms on both sides. Because the sound insulation is very good, Mo Yun who is outside can't hear anything, and he doesn't know that Ye Wuchen is there. which one.

There is a light outside each practice room, and when it is on, it means that there are people inside. Now, almost all the lights in the rooms on both sides are on.It was impossible for him to knock on those illuminated doors and check one by one, so he could only stand there stupidly, looking at the row of rooms, full of hesitation.

Not long after, a female disciple with a guqin on her back opened the door and came out. She saw the ignorant boy standing in front of her, and she knew his identity after a while. She walked up to Mo Yun and said hello: "Mo Xiaoxian Jun is also here to practice exercises?"

Mo Yun looked at the girl who was a head taller than him, as if grasping at straws, "No, I'm here to find Master, do you know which room he is in? I want to wait for him outside."

The female disciple was stunned for a moment, a little apologetic: "I came here a few days ago, but I didn't know that Master Ye was also here."

"...So, thank you very much." Mo Yun lowered his head, sullen.

"However, Immortal Master Ye probably won't come to the training room of his disciples. You can go upstairs to find the training room of the Dharma protectors—go inside, and there is a staircase going upstairs."

The female disciple turned around and pointed to the innermost part of the corridor, Mo Yun gave her a grateful glance, and a smile bloomed on his face: "Thank you, sister!"

She quickly waved her hands: "No, no, no,..." But before she finished speaking, Mo Yun rushed to the innermost place, turned around and went upstairs.

The female disciple stood there, smiling enviously: "Master Ye and his apprentice get along really well."

Climbing up the steps, the ladder made of sandalwood made a slight dull sound when being stepped on, and the two walls were lit with lamps, shining all the way up.

There are dozens of rooms on the second floor, built around the round altar with the pattern of sun, moon, mountains and rivers in the center. Like the downstairs, there is a lamp in front of each room, but almost all of them are off, only the one in front of Mo Yun on the left. Shining with lavender brilliance.

He walked over silently, wondering if he should squat, sit or lie down, and he had to find a position where Ye Wuchen could see him as soon as he came out.

He thought about it and decided to stand in front of the door, but he was afraid that Ye Wuchen would be shocked by this, so he simply lay down in front of the door, but after lying down for a while, he was afraid that Ye Wuchen would be tripped up.

After thinking about it, Mo Yun sat cross-legged in the center of the sun and moon pattern, resting his chin and staring at the closed door.

If Ye Wuchen ignores him this time, then he will also pester him.

Mo Yun stared at the door without saying a word, his eyes were a little dry, he blinked, and suddenly felt that he had never been so bold before.

In the previous life in the magic palace, Ye Wuchen shut the door and didn't want to see people, he just looked at Sijiju from a distance, and watched Meihu play tricks in front of the door, yelling: "Master Ye. ", just like a child begging for candies.

And Ye Wuchen didn't know if he was bored or something, he opened the door without waiting for him to fuss for a while, with a smile on his face: "What's the matter?"

When Meihu saw him, he had to stay for a while, and then it took a while to react, and took out the gadget hidden in his sleeve: "Master Immortal, I gave it to you."

It was a wind chime, and Mo Yun couldn't see it clearly from a distance, but he could hear the clear ringing sound when Meihu took it out.

"Thank you, no." Ye Wuchen closed the door, Meihu hurriedly pushed against the door, grabbed the door frame, and asked a little disappointed: "Doesn't the immortal master like it?"

Ye Wuchen tried twice but still couldn't close the door, he could only look into Meihu's eyes and sighed: "I like it, but I don't want it."

After finishing speaking, he took advantage of the time when Meihu was stupefied, closed the door forcefully, and fastened the wooden peg.Meihu stared blankly at Fengling, and asked a little foolishly, "Why don't you like it if you like it?"

Mo Yun heard it dimly in the distance, and was also a little troubled by the meaning of Ye Wuchen's words - he likes it, but he doesn't want it.

He wanted to ask Ye Wuchen what he thought, but there seemed to be a magic circle around him, firmly imprisoning him in place, unable to walk half an inch.

Ye Wuchen didn't want to see him.

He also didn't want to make fun of himself.

Mo Yun no longer wants to see Meihu beating his chest and stamping his feet, he is a little jealous, why is Ye Wuchen willing to see Meihu and smile at him?

Even if that smile is fake, even if it is not sincere, even if there is no emotion, he still wants to see Ye Wuchen smile at him once, even if there is cold hatred underneath that smile.

Thinking of this, Mo Yun's heart seemed to ache again, just like the pain in his previous life when he thought Ye Wuchen had tricked him.

The second floor of Xiuxintang couldn't see the outside, so Mo Yun didn't know how long he stayed there, and he didn't want to fall into the memories of his previous life, so he could only use his fingers to trace the patterns on the ground and let his mind go empty.

After an unknown amount of time, a shiny little thing floated out of the closed threaded wooden door. When it saw Yi Moyun, it rushed towards Mo Yun with all its strength, as if it had a deep hatred.

"What...?" Mo Yun was taken aback by the sudden thing, and with a soft cry, he peeled off the sticky stuff on his face.

A small white ball with red eyes.

"You!" It was so angry, if it didn't have a mouth, it would definitely be biting Mo Yun's finger right now and wouldn't let go.

"what have you done!"

Mo Yun was taken aback by it's roar, but he grabbed it with his hand not to be outdone: "What do you mean?"

The little white ball was trembling with anger, and the agate-like eyes were full of water: "Master, he basically hasn't closed his eyes these days, and he doesn't answer any questions..."

"He just smiled, and said with a smile that he was fine and let me take care of my own affairs. He, he finally fell asleep a few days ago, and woke up a few hours later. He asked me if he was found, would he die? ..."

The little white ball faltered as he spoke, and finally, he stared at Mo Yun, the truth he wanted to say went round in his head for half a circle, but he could only take it in another direction aggrieved: "You know, Duoshe will be cremated , Master is afraid of death, you..."

Mo Yun stared blankly at the little white ball, his hands hanging down feebly.

He actually gave Master such a big burden.

"It's good that you know he's not the original person. Why did you say it? I tried my best to bring him back. How could you scare him like this..."

The little white ball held back, and said these words tremblingly, it really wanted to drag Mo Yun out and beat him up.But he is himself, the self who searched for the truth in a bewildering manner when the Demon Lord was there, the self who grasped the tail of the truth and tried to pull it out, and the self who wanted to gain Ye Wuchen's trust...

Going round and round, the one who is wrong is ultimately myself.

What can it do?

The plane couldn't bear the power of the main god, so as soon as he came down, his soul was forced to be divided into two parts, and the part he split earlier, a total of three souls.

The one with a gentle personality, he let it be Ye Wuchen's second system first, and named it "Long Aotian Cultivation" system randomly. to him.

The soul with part of the memory found the body early and started the so-called plot.

But it has all the memories, but because of its powerful power, it cannot be tolerated by this world, so it can only temporarily fall into a deep sleep.It wasn't until it completely occupied the spirit body of the little white ball that the gentle soul returned to the soul space and stayed quietly.

The current Mo Yun still belongs to this world, so he can't tell him the whole truth, he is full of grievances and can't tell, what can he do...

"So, I want to form a contract with the master..." Mo Yun was a little lost, and the sudden pain in his heart made him a little breathless. He only said that Ye Wuchen didn't want to believe him, but he never thought about Ye Wuchen's heart. of fear.

"What deed?"

"White sand and emerald bamboo."

He raised his eyes, his black pupils didn't have any ripples, they were so calm, after a long time, he said sadly again: "As for the thousands of knots in the silk net you mentioned..."

Mo Yun hesitated, with deep self-resentment: "I don't deserve it."

The little white ball looked into those self-blame eyes, and the not so clear past events passed by one by one.After a long time, it landed on Mo Yun's shoulder, and he sighed: "That's okay...it really doesn't deserve it."

Who doesn't deserve it?

Mo Yun is unworthy, neither his soul nor his body.

"En." Mo Yun responded in a low voice, continued to trace the patterns on the ground with his fingers, and asked softly: "Master...is it a demon?"

Only the magic cultivator will seize the house.

"No, it's a serious swordsman." Little Baiqiu answered simply, extinguishing the faint hope in Mo Yun's heart.

Of course it knows what this person is thinking, if Ye Wuchen is a demon cultivator, then he will give Ye Wuchen the position of demon master in the future.If Ye Wuchen is not good at handling government affairs, then he will take over all the power, and Ye Wuchen only needs to enjoy the right to be the Demon Lord.

Mo Yun let out an "oh" and asked again: "Sword cultivators will also seize the house?"

"...No, it's just, soul swap."

Mo Yun thought about it seriously, then suddenly raised his head to look at the roof, "You lied to me."

The little white ball is very annoyed at the moment and doesn't want to talk to him at all, so it yells: "Just lie to you, what can you do to me."

Mo Yun pulled it aside indifferently, looked at his palm silently, and played with his fingers.

As soon as the little white ball was thrown to the ground by him, it floated up and down into the air, glared at him, then shone with a faint light, and drifted unsteadily towards the lit door.

Mo Yun called it to stop: "Is Master okay?"

Little Baiqiu turned around and said the truth: "Not good."

How can it be good, I haven't slept for several nights, my eyes are stained with black and blue, and I am more haggard than dead wood.Panicked by Mo Yun's sudden knock on the door, he jumped out of the window, and after several twists and turns in Taolin, he finally sat down by the ancient well.

After returning, he stared blankly at the food Mo Yun brought on the table, stretched out his hand in a daze, put his slender fingers on the edge of the bowl, and the hot air dyed his fingertips.

He looked back at the little white ball with a smile, his eyes were mixed with bitterness and fear, and his tone of pretending to be relaxed was extremely stiff: "Why does my protagonist love cooking so much?"

As he spoke, he pushed the edge of the bowl with some force, his fingertips turned white, and he said, "But I dare not eat it..."

Ye Wuchen said so, at this time he is like a gentle and accustomed cat, hiding sharp claws, losing his temper, and has goodwill towards the whole world, but suddenly one day, something that endangered his life was revealed , he fled in a hurry, full of strangeness and hostility to everything around him.

"but……"

Ye Wuchen pushed the bowl of milky white fish soup to the edge of the table, and he was stunned. He might have thought of something, but he didn't push the bowl of soup down for a long time.

But Xiaobaiqiu, who was watching from the side, was suffering for him, so he hurriedly pushed the bowl of soup down.The soup splashed everywhere, and the strong fragrance spread in the room. Ye Wuchen looked at the little white ball and stood up blankly, but accidentally tripped over the chair and fell back. , actually overturned the entire table to the ground, together with the soft and delicious pastries on it.

Ye Wuchen stared blankly at the messy eyes, and patted his forehead lightly: "Am I demented..."

He lifted up the tables, chairs and benches, then squatted on the ground stupidly, trying to pick up the hot fish with his bare hands.The little white ball stopped it, and rubbed against Ye Wuchen's smooth neck with sobs: "You haven't slept all night, go to sleep, don't worry about these...don't worry about it."

Ye Wuchen was scalded by the fat fish on the ground, recovered his senses, and said: "Okay."

Little Baiqiu guarded him, and still didn't understand why he became like this, but it was always right to coax him.

But suppressing the illegal system these days is really exhausting, so he coaxed himself to sleep. Ye Wuchen held it in the palm of his hand, with no emotion in his peach eyes, and stared blankly at the top of the carved bed.

After a long time, he sighed and tried to close his eyes, but opened them again after a while.

He dare not sleep.

What will happen to him, an outsider whose identity has been revealed.

It was probably tied to a pillar like the discovery of Moxiu Duoshe, with dry straw and firewood underneath, and various charms were pasted on his body by Taoist priests.A group of people looked at him with contempt and disgust, like looking at a clown whose mask was removed.

When they had admired enough, a man with a torch came over and left it at the bottom.In an instant, the dry wood was on fire, steaming hot, and the thick smoke made him choke, and the blackened plant ash was sent to his mouth and nose by the thick smoke, and some ash would even enter his eyes before he could close his eyes.But his hands and feet were tied to the pillars, and he could not rub them, nor could he cover his nose.

The people below should laugh wantonly, because they have only one "magic cultivator".

And he will probably wear the clothes of a prisoner, and experience the feeling of the fire hitting his body and his skin burning.

At that time, Mo Yun will have his revenge, and he will be successful in eliminating demons. Without him as a scumbag master, the future will definitely be bright, so there is no need to worry.

But he was very afraid of death, not to mention such a painful way to die.

Ye Wuchen thought about it all day and all night.On the second day, he went out early to dance swords in the Xianqi School, and soon felt dizzy, so he stayed by the side and watched those young and just disciples play the piano and flute, smiling sweetly.

Sunset in the west, tired birds return to their nests.When Ye Wuchen returned to the house, the residual soup on the ground had been cleaned up. He stopped in place, looked at the door leading to the compartment, and cast a barrier.

A few days later, Luo Qingyu sent someone to spread the word, saying that the technique was advanced and that he needed his help.

Ye Wuchen agreed without thinking.

He needed something to distract him from immersing himself in an atmosphere of fear.

The messenger looked at his face, and was a little worried: "Master Ye Immortal, are you feeling unwell?"

Ye Wuchen shook his head and said: "It's nothing serious, you go to the head of the sect first and report back, I'll clean up and come over."

He turned around and went back to the room, took two Qingshen Pills, looked at his gradually recovering face in front of the water mirror, then sank his heart, explored his dantian, and took another Fushen Pill.

After tidying himself up, he was about to step out, but the little white ball hurriedly called him: "Wait, wait, you haven't slept for a few days, are you healthy?"

"no problem."

Ye Wuchen smiled at it, and raised the pill bottle in his hand, his face was too rosy and unreal when he was forcibly lifted by the medicine.

The little white ball floated to his shoulder worriedly, and said in a soft voice, "Why don't you go to sleep again?"

"I can't sleep." Ye Wuchen shook his head and walked towards Lan Zhiju.

Warm yellow light streamed from the bamboo house behind him. A young man stood in the light. He looked at the man in white who was leaving in a hurry. He stood there straight, took a step carefully and quickly retreated.It wasn't until he disappeared in the night that the boy turned around and went back to the room. He removed his thick black eyelashes, sat on the bed indifferently, and played with his fingers.

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Mo Yun sat cross-legged on the ground, carefully pondering those two words before the little white ball entered the room.

not good.

He hadn't seen Ye Wuchen these few days, and even if he did, he could only see the back of him leaving in a hurry, so he couldn't be sure how "bad" Ye Wuchen was.

In order to relieve the anxiety in his heart, Mo Yun could only count the fine lines on his palm seriously. As a result, when he counted to the [-]th, he began to think about Ye Wuchen's birthday.

Ye Wuchen has lived for more than 200 years, I don't know if he can still remember his birthday, how did he go there, or, like himself, he never celebrates his birthday...

Mo Yun drew circles on his palm with his fingers, thinking to himself.

While thinking hard, the door that he was guarding so hard suddenly opened. Mo Yun raised his head abruptly, but what he saw was Luo Qingyu in ethereal purple clothes. He looked at the open door behind her in a daze, and forgot to even salute. up.

Fortunately, Luo Qingyu didn't care about these etiquettes, she said: "You are here to wait for Master Ye, he is still inside."

Mo Yun hurriedly stood up, but because of sitting for too long, his legs instantly went numb, and he fell to the ground, staring blankly at Luo Qingyu who couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, Ye Wuchen came out from inside, and said softly, "Master Luo, your soul is weak now, so it is best not to use spiritual power for the next five days..."

He raised his eyes, and immediately met Mo Yun's eyes.

As soon as Mo Yun saw him, his eyes were full of light, shining brightly, very cute.

But Ye Wuchen wanted to run away.

I thought so, but Ye Wuchen stood there, a little at a loss, so he instinctively called out: "Mo Yun... son."

I really want to cut off my mouth.