Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

A gust of wind blows, and the bamboo leaves move with the wind, forming mottled and swaying bamboo shadows on the ground. The bamboo shadows are so dark that even the moonlight is swallowed.

It was night, when the moonlight was shining on the peak of Qing Dynasty, the room where Mo Yun lived was emitting a faint red light. The young man in the center of the red light closed his eyes tightly. Opening his eyes, the originally dark pupils were dark red.

This is a sign of obsession.

The young man shook his head vigorously, his brain was filled with blood, his dantian was extremely painful, and the scene of his spiritual root being abolished in his previous life was vivid in his memory.

Everyone in the world knows that Ye Xianshi of the Immortal Sword Gate is elegant and noble. Although he is not human, he has cultivated well and has a very good appearance. He is an unworldly ice beauty on Zhiqing Peak.

But only he, Mo Yun, knew the viciousness of this "ice beauty". That day, his hands were stained with blood, he crippled his spiritual roots, and dug out his own dantian. The blood of the only apprentice.

Mo Yun on the bed suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood, the dark red light suddenly disappeared, the boy's eyes turned from bloody red to dark, and then fell unconscious on the bed unconsciously.

Ye Wuchen in the next room was sleeping soundly, a small white ball wobbled out of his body, gently covering his forehead, emitting a faint white brilliance.

This brilliance lasted for a full ten seconds, and then the little white ball collapsed as if exhausted, and rolled onto Ye Wuchen's chest.

Ye Wuchen's consciousness began to flutter, and he seemed to be indulging in a strange dream.

There was a lot of voices in front of the gate of Immortal Sword Gate. At the disciple acceptance meeting, all the elders were connecting with their disciples. Only a young man stood firmly in front of Xiao Yichun. Her black hair was tied up with a hair tie.

"You are the first to ascend the Immortal Sword Gate from the Thousand Stairs, are you willing to be my disciple?" Xiao Yichun asked lovingly with soft eyes.

"Please forgive me for my ignorance. I came from thousands of miles away to ask for a teacher, and I just want to be the disciple of Elder Ye Wuchen." The young man cupped his fists and said respectfully.

Hearing this reply, Xiao Yichun was not annoyed, instead he thought about it for a while, and said gently: "That's fine, it's just that he doesn't like making noise, and this year's master-apprentice conference he also shirked for some reason, but you really want to worship He is a teacher?"

"Disciple has made up his mind, and please ask the sect master to find another good apprentice." The young man cupped his fists again and bowed deeply.

Xiao Yichun saw that his bones were excellent, and he didn't want to miss such a good talent, so he said to the young man: "You wait here for a while."

Soon, Ye Wuchen, who was wearing a moon white robe, came. He just glanced at the young man, his eyes seemed to have a strange brilliance, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, as if he wanted to smile at the young man, but he quickly recovered as if he was stopped by something. cold face.

"name."

"Disciple Mo Yun."

"Why do you want to worship me?"

"The disciple has admired Elder Ye for many years."

Ye Wuchen's expression was suddenly gentle, he opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped, fists clenched by his side, and said coldly: "Go up to Qingfeng by yourself."

Then flew away, leaving only a touch of moonlight in the sky.

The color that Mo Yun's eyes followed seemed to have been expected a long time ago, the appointed man bowed his head, bid farewell to the elders, and walked towards Qingfeng on foot.

Zhiqing Peak is the second highest peak in the Immortal Sword Sect after the main peak. It is lush and lush from a distance, but it is a good view, but Ye Wuchen has set up a barrier here, except for the elders and the sect masters. , not allowed to enter without his permission.

Mo Yun stood at the foot of the peak, stretched out a hand to gently touch it, but was ejected ten meters away by a barrier, but the young man walked towards Zhiqing Peak again as if he didn't believe in evil, and was bounced away again, Xiao Yichun was beside him It hurts to see it, and also saw Mo Yun's stubbornness, so he had no choice but to go up to the peak to meet Ye Wuchen.

But Ye Wuchen seemed to be more anxious than him, counting the number of times Mo Yun was bounced away, even the corners of the books spread out on the table were crumpled.

"Junior brother, since you are in such a hurry, why don't you let him come up directly?" Monk Xiao Yichun was puzzled, but still sincerely comforted him.

"41..." Ye Wuchen murmured.

A tickling sensation came from the neck, Ye Wuchen opened his eyes in confusion, picked up the little white ball rolling on his neck and threw it aside.

Was it just a dream?yes?

Ye Wuchen wore his underwear, kicked off the quilt, and dragged his elbows in thought.

However, although this is the plot of the original book, the "Ye Wuchen" in the dream seems a bit strange...

Before he had time to think about it, the little white ball jumped from the bed onto his head, rubbed his hair and said, "Host, let's form a bond!"

Ye Wuchen pulled the thing stuck on his hair and poked it between his two mung bean eyes: "Don't touch my hair!"

The little white ball laughed twice, and after confirming that the doors and windows were closed, it shook its hair, and wandered in front of Ye Wuchen without any rules. Leave traces in the air.

Slowly, these traces formed a formation, emitting a soft golden light, which enveloped Ye Wuchen, made his skin whiter, and made him fly into the air. The little white ball reminded: "Blood!"

Hearing this, Ye Wuchen looked at his cold, white and slender fingers: What, biting like a TV show?

After being stunned for two seconds, he seemed to be hardened and gnawed on his finger. Although it hurt, it didn't bleed.

Little White Ball: "..."

Seeing that the host was still gnawing his hand foolishly, the little white ball sighed slightly, rushed into the aperture, lay on the back of the host's hand, and signaled Ye Wuchen to let go with a mung bean. After he let go, the little white ball floated to Ye Wuchen. Dust still contained saliva on the finger, biting the small white teeth.

Ye Wuchen felt a little melancholy when he saw the bright red point on his finger. Sure enough, all the TV shows are deceptive.

He dripped blood on the center of the formation, and the formation suddenly burst into white light, Ye Wuchen's eyes were stabbed, and a dreamlike place suddenly appeared in front of him.

The peach blossoms are everywhere, the sky is blue, and every tree in the peach blossom forest looks graceful and charming. They scattered their petals one after another, and then carried them away with the wind.

This is a world full of pink.

Ye Wuchen didn't have time to marvel in the future, and a loud voice sounded next to his ear: "Children——"

Ye Wuchen was shocked by this old and loud voice, he turned his head to look at the little white ball floating beside him, the little white ball blinked mung bean eyes, and said with a cute face, "I don't know what's going on ".

Could it be that he encountered the kind of adventure in martial arts novels?

"Pushing——" a voice came from the peach blossom forest, Ye Wuchen hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the peach blossom forest.

"Oh, hello, it hurts the little old man to death."

Under a luxuriant peach tree, a little old man was lying on the ground with his buttocks pouted, rubbing his thin white hair. It was strange to say that his voice was not loud, but it could be heard clearly by the leaves. No dust in the ears.

Ye Wuchen approached the old man, imitating the martial arts novels he had read before, and bowed to the old man in a dignified way: "Dare to ask who is the elder?"

The old man got up slowly, and stared at Ye Wuchen with bright eyes, his expression was a bit wretched: "The little girl looks good, do you want me to be your teacher?"

Ye Wuchen immediately took a step back and cupped his fists again: "This junior is a man."

The smile on the old man's face faded in an instant, he jumped onto a branch of a lush peach tree, took out a jug of wine from nowhere, and said "boring".

Ye Wuchen saw that his hand holding the flagon was a little transparent, and thought of Xiao Baiqiu's introduction to "Xanadu".

"Senior is a spirit body?"

Hearing this, the old man stopped holding the wine jug, and laughed at himself, "The child has good eyesight."

The moment the old man appeared, the little white ball hid back into Ye Wuchen's body. The moment it entered, those fighting sounds sounded in Ye Wuchen's mind again.

At this moment, the little white ball popped out from his shoulder again, gently leaned towards his ear, and said in a tired voice: "This old man should be sealed here."

The ear was numb from the white ball, Ye Wuchen scratched it lightly with his fingers, and asked in his heart: "Does your system still seal people?"

"No, the rewards given by the system are all original in this world." Little White Ball explained.

Ye Wuchen nodded lightly, another thought popped up in his mind, if he stored things here, would the little old man take it for himself?

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for so long, the old man ran out of the wine in his hand, so he jumped down from the tree meanly, and leaned towards Ye Wuchen's side meanly: "Child, do you have any wine?"

"The juniors don't drink."

Ye Wuchen is the kind of person who can drink a glass of beer.

The old man nodded in disappointment, and said: "This is a space. Since you have confessed with blood, I will not take the rest of your things. Just save some wine for me."

Ye Wuchen nodded, then turned around when the old man said, "Does your ball change color?"

Ye Wuchen was stunned, looking over his shoulder, it was still a small white ball, but upon closer inspection, its originally dark eyes turned deep red.

The little white ball rubbed against Ye Wuchen's hair scattered on his shoulders with some nostalgia, and suddenly met Ye Wuchen's eyes, his expression instantly faltered.

Ye Wuchen clasped his fists at the old man: "The junior will go ahead first."

The old man waved his hands, staring melancholy at his empty jug.

"I will remember to bring you wine." Ye Wuchen said when he left.

He didn't look at the old man either, but the cheers behind him were enough to prove the old man's joy.

Between opening and closing his eyes, Ye Wuchen came to the room with simple decoration. It was already dark, and he was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Holding the little white ball with red eyes, he looked worried.

"you are sick?"

Little Baiqiu struggled with guilt, his eyes wandered, and he dared not look at Ye Wuchen's delicate face.

Ye Wuchen: "Are you sick?"

"No, no." Little Baiqiu was also confused, he was in this body when he woke up, although it was also a part of his soul, shouldn't he be with the 13-year-old Mo Yun?

Ye Wuchen sighed, stretched out his hand to tap his forehead, and said in a helpless tone, "You have so many fans..."

Little Baiqiu didn't seem to have heard of it, just yearning for the warmth of his hand.

I haven't been this close to him for a long time.