Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

A desk was set up in the Lan Que Pavilion. Ye Wuchen squinted his eyes and squinted on it. There was a sewing book next to it. On the desk, there were a few writing brushes dripping ink, which stained a piece of ink on the table. stains.

Two months have passed, Ye Wuchen's book has been written, and he just needs to take it to Shuge for rubbing and sell it, but he is very distressed now, just like when he published the novel on the Internet - he doesn't know whether the book should be published or not. what name.

"Ugh……"

Ye Wuchen walked out of the Lan Que Pavilion, looking at the bamboo branches in the dense forest, the sunlight shone through the clouds, leaving a faint shadow on the ground.

Leaning against the pillars of the pavilion, he yawned boredly, watching the white shadow slowly walk in from a distance, he greeted casually, grabbed the little white ball dangling in front of his eyes, and slipped into the Lan Que Pavilion again.

"Master, long time no see."

At the end of last month, Mo Yun took over a mission, which can be regarded as the longest time the two have been apart.

Ye Wuchen nodded with a haha, his eyes were focused on the whiteness in his arms, it was a white rabbit with bright red eyes and pink ears, probably the size of two palms.

Mo Yun smiled at him, put the rabbit in his arms next to him, and said: "This is the spirit rabbit caught during the mission."

"Do you want to make a braised rabbit head?" Ye Wuchen nodded the rabbit's furry head, and licked the corner of his mouth involuntarily.

"...It was caught to relieve the master." Mo Yun glanced at him and sighed amusedly: "If the master wants to eat it, I will kill it."

The spirit rabbit seemed to understand human speech, carefully huddled in place, trembling.

"Uh..." Ye Wuchen touched its ear, squatted down and lay down on the flying chair to look at it for a while, finally stared at its blood red eyes, and said: "This rabbit looks a lot like you, keep it .”

As he said that, he lay on the table holding the little white ball. Mo Yun picked up the rabbit and scratched his face inexplicably. Does he look like a rabbit?

Alright, Master said it looks like it.

Ye Wuchen bit the tip of the pen, rubbed the little white ball, and finally wrote two large characters "Zhiqing Jishi" on the cover of the pure white stitched book. To be honest, this is the best book title he could think of.

He handed the book to Mo Yun, stretched his waist, leaned his head on the railing, squinted his eyes and said: "It's finished, you can see if there's anything wrong, if there's no problem, I'll send it to the study the next day."

Mo Yun touched the book, staring at the long line of inscriptions "A monk of the Immortal Sword Gate who does not want to be named", after a while, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you laughing at?"

"No, I just think Master's handwriting is beautiful."

Mo Yun opened the book and read it word by word. The story of the two is written in the elegant and free handwriting. The writing is brilliant and ingenious, but in the book the two people are never alone, and even the conversations are due to business. From the beginning, the master and apprentice are deeply affectionate, but they do not contain any distracting thoughts and personal relationships.

This is expected, Master only treats him as a child.

He closed the book and stared at Ye Wuchen who was resting with his eyes closed, feeling sad.

Two days later, Ye Wuchen went to the bookstore with a disguise, and planned to leave after discussing with the proprietress there, but unexpectedly, he saw a bunch of newly released scripts on the shelf.

Those books were brand new, with clean covers, beautiful or unrestrained handwriting, most of the titles were "Secrets of So-and-so", and what made Ye Wuchen look sideways was the book called "Records of Masters and Apprentices to the Qing Dynasty".

The proprietress saw that he was standing still, so she said enthusiastically: "Recently, there are more and more books written by Immortal Master Ye and his disciples. "

Ye Wuchen glanced at her, unable to figure out what emotion was hidden in his eyes, he only heard him ask: "Why are there so many books by Master Ye in the folk?"

He thought to himself that he didn't always show his face outside...

The landlady couldn't hide a smile on her face, she asked instead: "Young master is from Immortal Sword Sect, didn't you also write the book about Master Ye and his disciples?"

She raised her eyebrows, teasing.

Ye Wuchen said calmly: "I just didn't see Master Ye being made up by the people, so I wrote some documentary books."

At that time, the proprietress hadn't opened the book he sent over, she just thought he wanted to save face, after he left, the proprietress planned to take the book for rubbing, she opened it a few times on the way, and it turned out that it was exactly as the young man said , without any distractions.

She couldn't help worrying about the book's sales.

Ye Wuchen returned to the Immortal Sword Gate, and was just about to return to Qingfeng when he was called away by a sound transmission talisman by Xiao Yichun.

Elder Sifeng gathered in the meeting hall, but there was a girl doll in red beside Gutang. Lu Xiao was joking with the doll: "What's the name of this child, so that Elder Gu can be so precious?"

The female doll is small but imposing. She put her hands on her hips, raised her head high, and almost pointed her nostrils at Lu Xiao: "Master's name is Ai Ye!"

At this time, a slender hand landed on her head and patted her twice, with a gentle voice: "Be quiet."

Lu Xiao felt that the girl was so funny and couldn't help teasing her a few more words, until Ye Wuchen walked in and was hugged by the girl before she could sit down.

"Ai Ye, are you here too?"

"Come and meet Master Ye!"

Ai Ye happily grabbed his hand, kissed the back of his hand childishly, Ye Wuchen smiled, took her to sit on his seat, was about to serve tea but found a strong gaze stuck to him .

Ye Wuchen looked over and saw that Gutang had lowered his eyes, pursed his thin lips, and looked depressed.

He looked at Ai Ye who was acting like a baby with him, and felt that he was like a yellow-haired kid who robbed someone else's daughter, so he quickly coaxed Ai Ye to Gutang.

"Elder Ye really makes people wait." Lang Luan looked at him coldly, and spit out these words in a neutral tone.

"Sorry for keeping everyone waiting." Almost at the same time, Ye Wuchen said gently.

The two were taken aback for a moment, Lang Luan glanced at him, turned his head away uncomfortably, Ye Wuchen smiled lightly, and looked at Xiao Yichun with lowered corners of his mouth after a while.

Xiao Yichun first smiled at him, and then explained the purpose of calling them here.

It turned out that a few days ago, several elders from the Xianqi Sect gathered together and turned the unsuspecting Cangsong Sect upside down. As a result, the Cangsong Sect’s vitality was greatly injured, and the ten-year martial arts tournament with the Immortal Sword Sect was imminent. So they sent someone to discuss whether the tournament could be postponed until three years later.

Xiao Yichun naturally agreed.

But most of the disciples of Immortal Sword Sect are gearing up for this competition, imagining that they will emerge in the competition between the two sects and become famous all over the world.

Therefore, Xiao Yichun planned to let the senior brothers and sisters in the sect lead the disciples who had formed spiritual cores to go to the broken bone border near the demon world to practice, which would also help those disciples' cultivation.

The Broken Bone Border is near the Demon Realm, full of evil spirits, and is under the control of the Immortal Sword Sect. A high-level restriction is set up to transfer seriously injured patients in the territory to the Immortal Sword Sect in time.

"Junior brother, you only have one disciple under your sect, why don't you let him join the team of other elders."

Ye Wuchen was in a daze. Three years later, Mo Yun was 16 years old. It was time for him to return to the Demon Realm to inherit the position of Demon Lord. It happened that the border of broken bones was near the Demon Realm. Mo Yun would probably return to the Demon Realm.

Suddenly there was a sense of sadness in my heart that the child was about to marry.

"Junior Brother?" Xiao Yichun called out again.

"Brother Ye is reluctant to part with his apprentice?" Lu Xiao winked over there.

"Huh?" Ye Wuchen returned to his senses, and said with a smile: "Then let him go with Elder Lu's disciples, and we can also meet some friends of the same age."

Afterwards, Xiao Yichun and several elders agreed on the training time, and the meeting broke up.

"Master Xianshi, wait for me!" Ai Ye followed Ye Wuchen, who was out of his mind, and held his slender fingers.

Gutang followed behind him like a ghost, Lu Xiao put his hand on his shoulder holding the folding fan, and said casually: "I said, you care too much about this girl."

He touched Gu Tang's chin with his folding fan, smiling playfully, as if he deserved a beating.

Gu Tang pushed the folding fan away with his fingers, then snatched it back with his backhand, hesitated for a moment, finally tapped his shoulder with the folding fan, and said with a smile: "She has no parents since she was a child, and she is the youngest in Ning Lefeng, so I will take it She treats her like a daughter, how could she know that this child loves Elder Ye so much..."

"So this is jealousy?" Lu Xiao pointed out.

Gu Tang glanced at him, nodded in agreement, and then changed the subject, "You haven't been to Ning Lefeng for a long time."

He stared ahead, smiling at the girl in red who was holding Ye Wuchen in a circle, her long and thick eyelashes concealed the emotions in her eyes, her black hair slightly raised, and lightly swept across Lu Xiao's face.

Lu Xiao opened his eyes wide, and suddenly had an illusion that Gu Tang seemed to have been waiting for him, quietly waiting for a long time.

Just like the smoke from cooking on Ningle Peak, there is always another pair of clean bowls and chopsticks on the table in Gutang, and the white clothes are stained with firewood ash, but it can't erase the tranquility and desolation of that person.

There is always a place for yourself at a round table.

And it seems that he hasn't been to Ningle Peak since the day when Gutang accepted apprentices this year.

When Lu Xiao went to Ning Lefeng for the first time, he was afraid that this old man of few words would throw him out, but he didn't.

At that time, a fire was lit in front of Gutang expressionless, and he only had two words "please sit down" when he came, so Lu Xiao found a place to sit down, and uncomfortably played a folding fan to fan himself, looking at the sky and looking at the sky. Looking at the ground, he finally choked out a sentence: "So the elder wants to warm up?"

Lu Xiao is most afraid of dealing with this kind of quiet people, God knows how long he will have to wait before prying their mouths open.

"Light a fire and cook." However, after a while, Gutang gave him an answer, and he clapped his hands, walked to the stove, and started to do things familiarly.

Lu Xiao stepped forward curiously: "So the elder still wants to eat?"

Although the talisman cultivator does not use spiritual power, he can still form a spiritual core, but it is somewhat different from other monks, but he can still reach the realm of bigu.

"I like to eat." Gu Tang glanced at him and asked, "Do you eat?"

Lu Xiao nodded quickly, and that day, rumors spread that Gu Tang was a chef and a good person.

From then on, day after day, year after year, Lu Xiao would go to Ning Lefeng every night, unless he had something important to do.

However, for Gutang, it has become a habit to have an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks on the table, which is difficult to get rid of.

"Master!"

I don't know what Ye Wuchen said to coax the girl back, but she hugged Gutang's leg, raised her clean face, her blue eyes shone brightly in the sun, and said crisply: "Did Master miss me?"

Gu Tang returned the folding fan to Lu Xiao, knelt down and picked up Ai Ye, walked two steps forward and turned to Lu Xiao, "Elder Lu, let's go first."

Holding the talisman, he disappeared in place.

Lu Xiao stared at the place where he left, unable to return to his senses for a long time, Ye Wuchen in front of him saw that his expression was different, so he yelled, he threw away the folding fan, and strode towards Ye Wuchen, it was the same story again Making a mature and promiscuous look: "Brother Ye, are you free tonight?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Ah, go to the old elder's place for a meal."

Ye Wuchen thought about it carefully when he heard this, and finally patted him on the shoulder: "Elder Lu, go by yourself, my apprentice is still waiting."

Lu Xiao shook his folding fan, took a few steps forward carelessly, and turned his head coolly: "Then I won't go either, so the elder has to take care of his apprentice."

Still regarded as a chic and unrestrained person in the world of mortals, no one can tell the truth from the fake, and no one can tell the truth from the romantic behavior.

As soon as Ye Wuchen returned to the peak, he explained the matter to Mo Yun, because it was a disciple's experience, and the elders could not accompany him, Mo Yun also thought for a long time before looking directly into his eyes.

"Does Master want me to go?"

Ye Wuchen blinked, hoping.

Mo Yun can't get in touch with the Demon Realm if he stays by his side now, so he won't be able to inherit the Demon Lord's position. If so, the following plot...

plot?

In other words, they are not following the plot at all now.

Ye Wuchen rested his chin in thought.

Let's ignore the plot for now, just say that this experience is also a good training for Mo Yun, and because many disciples travel together, it will also allow him to make some friends of the same age.

Speaking of which, the child Mo Yun either travels alone, or stays with him, and doesn't even have a little friend to play with. If this continues, he won't become an autistic child, right?

So Ye Wuchen looked at Mo Yun and said solemnly: "I hope you will go."

Mo Yun smiled and seemed to sigh, "If Master wants me to go, then I will go."

He thought, Ye Wuchen wanted him to go back to the Demon Realm, let him go to the Broken Bone Border which is so close to there.

For some reason, Ye Wuchen saw loneliness in his eyes, like a child pushed away by his parents, sensible and helpless.

Ye Wuchen tapped his forehead inexplicably, frowned and asked, "Why is the expression so ugly?"

Mo Yun opened his mouth, wanted to say something but was frightened by Ye Wuchen who suddenly approached, he nodded his nose, put one hand on the table, and said seriously: "Mo Yun, you want some friends, alone If you stay there, you will go wrong."

"Don't always cling to me every day, I will leave you one day..."

Ye Wuchen wanted him to be independent, and wanted to tell him that the world was not just the two of them, but the little brat only noticed one sentence.

Mo Yun grabbed his hand violently, his eyes were bloodshot, he panicked like a deer being chased by tigers and wolves: "Master, will Master leave me?"

The memory of the previous life rushed into the heart like a tide, and the bright red blood was dotted on the tip of the ghostly black sword, slowly flowing and dripping along the edge of the sword.

Ye Wuchen's inaudible "thank you" before his death was like thunder, and his eyes were bloodshot for a moment, and they were all about him.

"..." Ye Wuchen was a little speechless for this little bastard who couldn't grasp the point. He glanced at this little bastard who suddenly lost control of his emotions, and could only take out a towel to help Mo Yun wipe away his tears. I don't know if it was comfort. Still stabbing his heart with a knife: "Look, what if I die someday?"

The boy cried even harder.

Well, he admitted that instilling the idea of ​​death in a teenage child is a cruel thing, but Mo Yun wouldn't cry from afternoon to midnight, right?

In the end, Mo Yun was tired from crying, and hugged him again and refused to let go, Ye Wuchen could only lie on the bed, letting him whimper and hug him.

No, isn't this kid so fragile?

In the darkness of the night, Ye Wuchen heard Mo Yun muttering something next to him, but his voice was extremely low, and there were cicadas chirping outside, Ye Wuchen also heard it hazily, with only a half-knowledge.

"Master, don't want to die... tell me if you are dissatisfied... don't leave me..."

"I only have you."