Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Tang Wanfeng's father is Tang Moyu, a casual cultivator. He and his mother, Su Ling, met and fell in love with Chuyaozhong.

Before that, Tang Moyu recognized a righteous sister named Luo Qingyu, who is currently the head of Xianqi Sect.At that time Luo Qingyu was still a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, a closed disciple of the former head of Xianqi Sect.

The brother and sister are very close, and because of the large age gap, the two basically do not avoid suspicion, and they sleep together on the same bed when they accompany Luo Xianling in training.

Until Tang Moyu met Su Ling, it was like wildfire on the prairie meeting snow and ice on the Tianshan Mountains, this casual cultivator who has always acted freely and freely became as shy as a child.

"Miss Su, are you tired from walking? Do you want me... er... to carry you?"

Su Ling turned a blind eye to this.

Tang Moyu was not discouraged. The first thing he did when he woke up every morning was to show courtesy to Miss Su.

Su Ling felt very helpless for the behavior of a fool like him.

The three of them ate and walked together for a while, Su Ling's task of eliminating demons was over, and she planned to return to the Xianqi faction.That night, the moon was sparse, and the three of them built a bonfire in the wild. The sparks crackled, splashed on the hem of Su Lingyao's purple clothes, and stained some black charcoal fire ideas.

On that day, Tang Moyu might have been drunk and a little drunk, or maybe he was reluctant to leave before parting.

In short, he patted Su Ling's clothes, leaned on her body in a daze, embraced this soft-spoken soft jade, embraced this indifferent fairy who seemed to live in Guanghan Palace all year round, and didn't care about the Luo who was facing him. With a surprised expression on Qingyu's face, she extended her wine-stained lips to seal the beauty's panic.

A kiss is long and tender like water.

Su Ling could clearly see that this person's eyelashes were long and soft, trembling slightly.This person is warm and tender, he lightly touched his lips, pushing against the white teeth, bringing a burst of fresh wine aroma.

Did not push him away.

Let him kiss passionately.

Even he was a little confused, closing his water eyes.

"Miss Su, I admire you."

The sky and the earth are empty, and the breeze sends such a sentence.

Su Ling opened her eyes, and bumped into a pair of drunken and tender eyes. After a long time, she realized that she slowly pushed Tang Moyu away, sat with her knees crossed, and stared at the warm bonfire in front of her.

The world is quiet, the bonfire trembles with crackling sparks.

Tang Moyu was pushed away by her, a little at a loss, with no place to rest his hands and feet. He sat cross-legged on the ground, carrying a jug of wine, a little absent-minded.

"Well, Miss Su, I might be drunk...haha..." Tang Moyu smiled dryly, raised his head and took a sip of wine, reminiscing the taste of the wine in his mouth, not knowing who he was comforting: "I drunk……"

"You're not drunk." Su Ling said, "You did it on purpose."

Tang Moyu held the jug, and looked at her helplessly: "Miss Su knows how to embarrass me..."

"I didn't want to embarrass you." Su Ling turned her head and stared straight at him, two spots of unnatural blush appeared on her fair cheeks.

"Ah..." Tang Moyu was dumbfounded for a while, holding the jug, and suddenly scrambled to Su Ling's side, tentatively embracing her shoulders, forcing her to face him.

"Miss Su?"

"……Um."

"I admire you."

"I know."

Tang Moyu stared at her always flushed face, and smiled like a fool. Suddenly, he asked meanly: "Miss Su, is there anything you want to tell me?"

He was just joking, but Su Ling looked at him seriously, with worry on her brows, she glanced at Luo Qingyu, and said, "If you don't think I'm old..."

Su Ling is already a sect of Dharma protectors. She has seen the replacement of the three heads, and she is indeed a bit old.

And Tang Moyu, a casual cultivator, has only lived for more than 50 years, and he is only a kid in the world of cultivating immortals.

Tang Moyu obviously didn't expect her to be worried about this, and the sweetness in his heart could no longer be restrained, he pulled Su Ling into his arms, and said with a smile on his face: "Just kidding, how could anyone despise Su Ling?" Where's Miss? I love it too late!"

After that, although Su Ling returned to the Xianqi faction, she would go out of the island to meet Tang Moyu from time to time, and after going back and forth, Su Ling couldn't bear Tang Moyu's request and became pregnant.

"Miss Su, the dowry has been prepared, just waiting for your nod."

Tang Moyu held her hand, her eyes seemed to be full of stars, she, who had lived for an unknown amount of time, was as shy as a young girl, but she still turned her head away out of face, and nodded slowly.

Ten miles of red makeup, full of makeup to get married.

Since Su Ling is the protector of the Xianqi Sect, this grand wedding was held in the Xianqi Sect. She is so famous that many people from the sect came to give gifts.

On that day, with the sound of gongs and drums, Su Ling took off her pure white dharma gown and put on a red wedding gown, with a circle of gold thread on the cuffs and delicately embroidered phoenix feathers on the skirt.

The red veil with golden tassels blocked her view. She was sitting on the big red rosewood bed, feeling very nervous, and her hands were sweating. She didn't know if it was hot or something.

At this moment, she is really like a girl, waiting for her beloved to pick up the scale and lift off her red hijab, dreaming of the dream of flying together.

However, she waited for a lifetime.

The door was opened, but it was Luo Qingyu who walked in, not a man in auspicious clothes.

She anxiously lifted Su Ling's hijab, led her outside, and said in a flustered tone, "Guardian Mei, he, he's dead."

Before Su Ling could react, she asked, "Who?"

"It's Brother Tang, Brother Tang is dead..."

There was a wedding banquet outside, which was supposed to be in full swing, but at this moment, it seemed that there was no wave in the dead sea. They gathered around a place, full of horror and surprise.

Su Ling stood on the periphery of the crowd, not daring to go in for a long time.

But when people saw her coming, they made way out of their own accord, sighing regretfully, "My condolences..."

Tang Moyu died because of a cup of poisoned wine.

Because of the poisonous wine handed over by the puppet of the Cangsong faction.

This laughing man was killed by shoddy means without any defense on his big wedding.

But the puppet has been destroyed. It is unknown who its owner is, and who wants to turn this wedding into a great tragedy.

But the man behind it succeeded, successfully ruining a new couple.

"After that, A Niang checked everyone, but still couldn't find the murderer." Tang Wanfeng put away the old and yellowed notebook, paused, and said, "Master Immortal, could it be her?"

Could it be Luo Qingyu?

Ye Wuchen naturally knew who she was talking about. He looked at Tang Wanfeng's empty expression and could only answer: "When she comes back, I'll find out when I ask."

Too many things happened overnight, and too many secrets were collected, but without exception, they all stuck in the heart of this 16-year-old girl, terribly painful.

Tang Wanfeng looked down at the table, wondering what he was thinking.

Mo Yun was sitting opposite her, holding his teapot, with worries on his brows.

Puppetry, puppet...

The letter said to use Bai Yusheng...

Suddenly, he asked Tang Wanfeng, "How is Bai Yusheng?"

Tang Wanfeng looked up in dismay, and said in a hoarse voice, "He's a disciple."

"No, do you remember what Bai Yusheng looked like before these things happened?" Mo Yun looked at Tang Wanfeng fixedly, "Has anyone seen Bai Yusheng before?"

Tang Wanfeng was slightly stunned, her eyes gradually became focused, she looked at the boy, opened her mouth, memories flooded——

I don't remember how long ago it was, my memory was clouded with dust, and it took me a long time to remember it.

Standing in the peach blossom grove was a handsome young man, his white robe soaked in crimson, surprisingly elegant, he was picking up a bunch of peach branches, tilting his head to look at it.

It was the first time she saw a man in the sect, so she approached him curiously.

"who are you?"

The boy was startled by her question, he used force with his hand, and accidentally broke off a peach branch. He turned around and stared at the girl who was a head shorter than himself, holding the peach branch gently, with a smile gradually appearing on his face. , with unknowing glints in his eyes.

"My name is Bai Yusheng, what about you?"

The young man smiled and handed the peach branch in his hand to her. Seeing that Tang Wanfeng hadn't picked it up for a long time, he suddenly remembered something. He quickly withdrew his hand and hid the peach branch with fresh peach blossoms behind him, politely apologizing: " Sorry, I was rude."

That was the first time Tang Wanfeng saw Bai Yusheng, and it was also the last time.

"It's... a very gentle and clean person, I can't remember..." She regained her senses a little bit, covered her forehead, and supported the table with her elbows, feeling a little painful.

She probably knew the meaning of Mo Yun's question.

Sure enough, the second she finished speaking, Mo Yun said, "I heard that the Cangsong Sect also has a spell called puppet Gu, which can be placed in the body of a living person to achieve the purpose of manipulating the living person, and, Puppet Gu will leave a mark."

For example, the mark on Bai Yusheng's left eye.

"That Bai Yusheng who committed crimes may..."

"Stop talking." Ye Wuchen came over, patted Mo Yun's head, and said softly, "Miss Tang knows."

Tang Wanfeng lowered her head even lower.

At this time, Lang Luan said inappropriately: "Her surname is Tang?"

Ye Wuchen glanced at him speechlessly, and replied for Tang Wanfeng: "My surname is Tang, and my name is Tang Wanfeng."

Lang Luan looked at Tang Wanfeng silently, opened his mouth to say something, but seeing Tang Wanfeng's appearance, he still didn't say anything.

He might as well ask later.

Ye Wuchen felt sorry for the quiet girl on the table, so he quietly called the little white ball, made it bigger, and threw it in front of Tang Wanfeng.

She stared at the furry unknown object on the table in surprise, and raised her red eyes.

"Immortal Master...?"

"If you're tired, lie down for a while, if you want to cry... Cough, it will dry itself."

After a long time, Tang Wanfeng lowered her head again, looked at the furry thing, touched its soft fur tentatively, saw that it didn't resist, then carefully lay down on it, burying her head in the crook of her arm, The voice was hoarse: "Thank you... Master Immortal."

The little white ball opened a pair of round red eyes, staring at Ye Wuchen in a daze, seeing his apologetic gentleness on his face, he could only close his eyes depressedly, heat up silently, and dry the fluff wet with tears.

After a long time, two talisman cranes that rushed over broke the silence and landed on the shoulders of Ye Wuchen and Lang Luan respectively.

Lang Luan unwrapped the paper crane made from the sound-transmitting talisman, and said solemnly: "The head of the sect has received news that Luo Qingyu is in the eastern suburbs, and has already sent Lu Xiao there, so I will go too."

Lang Luan held the sound transmission talisman, opened the window, and planned to leave.

"I—" Ye Wuchen followed a few steps.

"The head of the sect said you can't go, Elder Bing Yanzi." Lang Luan turned his head, glanced at him, and flew away.

Ye Wuchen looked at the afterimage in the air, sighed lightly, and took off his talisman paper, Xiao Yichun's gentle voice came from inside: "Junior Brother, you are not in good health, so stay at the Xianqi Sect mess around."

"Ugh……"

Ye Wuchen continued to sigh.

He's not that weak, he still has two Fushen Pills.

Mo Yun paid attention to his reaction, silently calculating the whereabouts of the fog lamp grass in his heart.

Not long after, Lang Luan brought Luo Qingyu back, and the first thing she said when she saw Tang Wanfeng was: "How does it feel to be raised by a murdered mother and enemy?"

At that time, her face was covered with blood, and her elegant smile was a bit ferocious. Then, she turned her head and said to Ye Wuchen: "Master Ye has done me a big favor."

Luo Qingyu displayed the attitude of a winner, even though she knew that the Cangsong faction had given up on her, she still felt that she was very successful.

Indeed, she was successful.

Playing around with a school with a century-old foundation, he deceived a generation of immortal masters with his elegant and generous personality.

Since entering the Xianqi School, she has not taken a wrong step, and even every step is just right, even the last step is very good, but she underestimated the danger of human nature.

She would never have imagined that the dark evil that breeds in the hearts of human beings would ruin her plans for decades.

In the end, she failed and lost to humanity.

As for the Ding Chu who provoked the trouble, she ruined some young girls, but saved a sect.

The world is impermanent, if there is no Ding Chu, Ye Wuchen will not notice the abnormality of the Dharma protector at all, and even wait until next month, when he finishes teaching, he will bid farewell to the Xianqi sect.

The Xianqi faction will also merge with the Cangsong faction, and decades of secrets will be buried in the mud, and no one will notice if it rots.

"My father..."

"Brother Tang? I killed it." Luo Qingyu wiped the blood on her face, and gently caressed Tang Wanfeng's face with bloody hands, leaving a blush on her fair and tender face: "How can I compare It’s not your damn mother..."

She pinched Tang Wanfeng's face, smiling softly and gloomyly: "Wan Feng, you really look like Brother Tang..."

Luo Qingyu's eyebrows were stretched, as gentle as a bodhisattva enshrined in the ancestral hall, but her eyes had a hint of encroachment. She kindly took Tang Wanfeng's hand: "What else Wanfeng wants to know, my sister will tell you."

Tang Wanfeng took two steps back in fear, but Luo Qingyu held onto her hand tightly, unable to break free at all.

Seeing this, Lang Luan hit Luo Qingyu's hand with a wave of spiritual power, forcing her to let go, and Ye Wuchen also took advantage of the situation to pull Tang Wanfeng behind him, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes: "What happened to Bai Yu was also planned by you. ?”

Luo Qingyu smiled and covered the hand that was hit by the spiritual power, looked at Tang Wanfeng behind Ye Wuchen with both eyes, and smiled: "Didn't the fairy know?"

She was still smiling at this time, as dignified as ever, but with a gloomy look.

As dusk came, it was supposed to be the time for the tired birds to return to their nests, but all the disciples of Xianqi Sect came to the school field neatly in a square formation, looking at the dignified woman above, whispering in fear.

"Is it the master?"

"What did Senior Sister Tang ask us to do..."

"What the hell happened?"

Chatting and chatting, everyone said their own words.

Luo Qingyu was locked in a spiritual cage, she carefully arranged her wind-blown hair, then raised her face, showing the same dignified and generous smile as before.

"Don't panic, everyone, it's nothing serious."

The banners painted with patterns of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers fluttered around the school grounds, making loud noises against the evening wind.

Tang Wanfeng stood beside the spirit cage, bowing his head in silence.

"Wan Feng, where's Master Ye?" Luo Qingyu tugged at her sleeves through the cage.

Tang Wanfeng took a step to the side, and said in a calm voice, "Master Immortal will come right away."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Wuchen walked around the square formation and climbed up the steps. He was dressed in white clothes and was spotless. It took him some time to sort out his speech, trying to minimize the panic of these disciples.

"Quiet." Ye Wuchen stood beside the spirit cage, ignoring Luo Qingyu's sinister smile, and after the school grounds became quiet, he told all about Luo Qingyu's origin and deeds.

The school field has undergone special treatment, standing in his position to speak, the whole audience can hear clearly.

"The Immortal Sword Sect has intervened, and I will act as my agent until the rectification of the Xianqi Sect is completed..."

The disciples below were still in a daze after hearing the evil deeds of their head, unwilling to believe that this was something that the dignified Luo Qingyu could do.

She is the gentle and generous goddess in the hearts of my disciples...

"Oh? The Xianqi faction has changed hands, have you asked me what I mean?"

Ye Wuchen was talking, when suddenly a majestic female voice came from the sky.

A woman in red descended from the sky, her complicated and multi-layered skirts were stained with the crimson of the setting sun, and her wide long sleeves passed by. The eyes are as beautiful as a fairy.

When she landed in front of Ye Wuchen, she originally had a fierce expression on her face, but the moment she saw Ye Wuchen, she restrained herself and turned into astonishment.

"elder brother?"

Ye Wuchen also hesitated, and almost blurted out two words: "A Ling?"