Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Ye Wuchen didn't think too much when he wrote this book. He set the realm of cultivation as the foundation building period and the Qi training period. As long as he reaches the Qi training period, it will become a spiritual core, and the spiritual power contained in the dantian will also be formed. more and more.

In the middle stage, there are no grades, only the level of proficiency in spiritual power and the amount of spiritual power that can be accommodated in the dantian.

But as long as the proficiency in spiritual power is good, no matter how little spiritual power is, you can still be a master.

In the future, after experiencing a catastrophe, you can ascend to immortality. If you fail to experience the catastrophe, your cultivation will stop at the Mahayana stage, and the chance of becoming an immortal is slim.

In the book, Ye Wuchen's setting is that his dantian is broken, and his cultivation will stop at the Mahayana stage forever.

Become the only monk in the world who stayed in the Mahayana period without experiencing catastrophe.

Ye Wuchen is certainly happy now that he can restore his dantian. After all, this is a world of cultivating immortals, so he can't be nestled in Zhiqing Peak every day.

Three days passed in a flash. When Yuanying brought the medicine, she was wearing a long pink dress, and she made herself charming. Seeing Ye Wuchen dangling on the wicker chair, she was a little puzzled. Ask: "Elder Ye, is the sect master not with you?"

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes halfway, stood up and asked Yuan Ying to sit down, and then smiled lazily: "The door master is naturally at Wude Peak, how could he come to my Zhiqing Peak."

"Oh..." Yuanying nodded in disappointment, handed a jade bottle to Ye Wuchen, and said with her chin up, "This is Fushen Pill. I practiced it according to the ancient prescription. The effect may be a little weak, but it is temporarily repaired." Your dantian should be enough."

After she finished speaking, she got up and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Ye Wuchen.

"Elder Yuan stay behind!"

Ye Wuchen jumped off the wicker chair, bowed to her and saluted, solemnly said: "Thank you."

Yuan Ying waved his hand, and was about to say "no need" when he heard him say, "Does Elder Yuan know the fog lamp grass?"

She turned her head abruptly and said in shock, "How did you know about this plant?"

"I found it in ancient books." Ye Wuchen lied without blushing.

Yuan Ying stared at him for a moment, sighed, and said: "That thing is very evil, it grows on carrion corpses, and the smell it releases can cause hallucinations. Many monks died in its illusion and became its nourishment. "

"You are Xiao Yichun's junior, I don't want you to take risks."

She put down these words and left, leaving Ye Wuchen alone listening to the rustling bamboo leaves, he wrapped his white fingers around the hair hanging down his shoulders, and sighed almost inaudibly.

Yuan Ying reminded him that the fog lamp grass was found by the protagonist after entering the secret realm to restore the heroine's dantian.

The protagonist can barely get it, how can he get it as a small cannon fodder.

Ye Wuchen was in a bad mood instantly, so he took off his coat as if losing his temper, kicked off his shoes, and sat down on the spot.

Sulking to himself.

For a long time, he looked at his bare feet, maybe felt that he was too naive, scratched his hair a little funny, and brought the jade bottle to a hot spring in the back mountain.

In other words, Zhiqing Peak is the place with the most aura in Xianjianmen. There is a natural hot spring in the back mountain, which can be used as medicine for all things, and it can also be used for refining muscles and bones. Dust-free waste, take it to bathe.

It was already afternoon, and there was a curling mist in the depths of the bamboo forest, which made Ye Wuchen's face reddish. He took the Fushen Pill, took off his clothes, and stepped into the hot spring pool.

The surroundings of this pool are made of white jade bricks. The white jade bricks are warm and smooth, surrounding a milky white hot spring. Occasionally, bamboo leaves fall from the hot spring, and a white spiritual energy instantly rises up and swallows the bamboo leaves.

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes, and the stagnation in his heart was slightly reduced. After taking Fushen Pill, the dantian was a little warm. He used his spiritual sense to probe, and found that the originally incomplete dantian had produced a transparent film. Slowly catch the leaked spiritual power.

The film thickened layer by layer, until the entire dantian was repaired, the warmth did not dissipate.

Ye Wuchen was also in a better mood. In fact, even if she couldn't find the Fog Lantern Grass, Yuanying's Fushen Pill would be good, but I don't know if she would make it for herself again.

There are a total of five Fushen Pills in the jade bottle, and I don't know how many days a single pill can last.

Ye Wuchen thought about it: Maybe he can ask for a prescription.

He took out a sound transmission talisman from Xanadu, and passed his thoughts to Yuan Ying's ear.

It took a while to hear back from Yuanying. She explained that the medicinal materials for making Fushen Pill are extremely precious, and the failure rate is high. She has practiced it hundreds of times, and only five of them can be taken out.

Ye Wuchen dejectedly planned to resign himself to fate, but when he turned his head, he saw the little white ball staring at him with red eyes.

Ye Wuchen: ...

"When did you come out?"

The little white ball replied honestly: "When you undressed."

So Ye Wuchen always felt that the red eye mode of the little white ball was scary.

"go back!"

The little white ball looked at him pitifully with those red eyes again, and the whole ball was trembling with grievance.

Then seeing Ye Wuchen's fierce eyes, it disappeared in place reluctantly.

Little red-eyed white ball: Hey, fierce.

When sleepiness struck, Ye Wuchen slept on the white jade bricks until the moon hung on the treetops.

There seemed to be something cold across his forehead, he frowned, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already arrived at the meeting hall.

He was sitting on an oak chair, with a silent man kneeling under him, and beside the silent man stood a big black fat man who was proud of himself.

He moved, and found that he couldn't stand up at all. The big black fat man was talking about collecting books, and he realized where it was.

Kneeling Mo Yun silently lowered his head, Ye Wuchen wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, a strong electric current surged all over his body, causing his silver teeth to gnaw in pain.

Mo Yun glanced at him, with disappointment in his eyes, and a little indifference of "knowing this before", and then indifferently confessed.

Ye Wuchen curled his fingers, and there was only a cold young voice in his mind: "Please ensure that the plot will not change, the host."

He heard himself asking in his heart: "Isn't Mo Yun reborn? How could there be such a thing as Zangshu Pavilion!"

The voice replied: "You should ask yourself this matter. I told you not to be so friendly to him on weekdays..."

Before the voice finished, Ye Wuchen suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, as if being bitten by ants and pierced by a fine needle. The electric current stimulated every nerve, but people were soberly affected by such stimulation.

When the screen turned, Ye Wuchen held a slender bamboo strip in his hand, covered with a layer of spiritual power. Mo Yun knelt and turned his back to himself, and the voice came back to his mind: "Please host to execute the plot."

Ye Wuchen hesitated and didn't move, a current surged up his arm, he wanted to cry without tears, he lightly touched Mo Yun's back symbolically, the current strengthened suddenly, Ye Wuchen twitched all over, There was no movement in the hands.

The bamboo sticks are wrapped with spiritual power, if you don't die, you will lose half your life, so what if there is the halo of the protagonist, won't Mo Yun be in pain?

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes, threw down the bamboo strips, trembled and went back to his room, silently accepting this horrific torture.

Thinking that he will be needed in the later plot anyway, so it is not possible to let him die now.

Mo Yun outside the house picked up the bamboo stick, looked at the closed door, his eyes gradually turned red.

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When Mo Yun returned to Zhiqing Peak, he wanted to go directly to his room, but he stepped on something.

He looked down and saw a white coat thrown on the ground, with a pair of white walking beside it.

Mo Yun picked up the outer shirt, and a scent of bamboo entered his nostrils. The hem of the outer shirt was embroidered with evergreen patterns with silver thread, shining brightly under the moonlight.

It belongs to Master.

He looked at the gait that was thrown on the ground indiscriminately, and thought of Ye Wuchen's face that harmed the country and the monsters, and suddenly had a bad guess in his heart.

Master can't use spiritual power right now, if some unruly person takes the opportunity...

Mo Yun didn't dare to think deeply, let go of his spiritual sense in a hurry, and searched according to the smell left on the coat.

Following the winding path to the back mountain, he pushed aside the thin bamboo on the side of the road, and saw Ye Wuchen lying on the white jade brick with his upper body naked.

He frowned slightly, his dark hair covered the tips of his ears, revealing the smoky red earlobes.Mo Yun almost flew over, testing his breath, he was relieved before realizing what he had done.

He was worried about... Ye Wuchen?

When Mo Yun came to this conclusion, he was stunned——

He was reborn with hatred, but this life was different from his previous life. Ye Wuchen treated him very well, so good that he didn't dare to think that this person was the same person as Ye Wuchen from his previous life.

The smell of blood in his previous life seems to be still there, and Ye Wuchen's indifference when he destroyed his dantian is still vivid in his memory.

He obviously wanted to kill Ye Wuchen...

Mo Yun was in a trance, looking at the slender and tender neck, his eyes overflowed with red light, and slowly stretched his fingers towards...

"Hey——" the little red-eyed white ball hit him, and the white ball instantly merged into his body.

Mo Yun opened his crimson eyes, a little terrified: "...It's a demon."

Then he cast his eyes on Ye Wuchen, smoothed the wrinkles between his brows with his fingers greedily, bent down to observe Ye Wuchen's face up close, as if he wanted to count the fluff on his face intently.

After a long time, he moved his fingertips slightly and cast a small spell to take the clothes that Ye Wuchen took off on the shore into his hand.

Then, after waking Ye Wuchen up, he handed over the clothes with both hands.

"Master, it's cold, change your clothes!"

Ye Wuchen's eyes were blurred, as if he was still immersed in a dream, and he didn't have the energy to ask why Mo Yun was here, so he got up unsteadily, put on his clothes in front of Mo Yun, and returned to his room in a daze.

Before Mo Yun had time to turn around, Ye Wuchen got up from the water with a "thump--" and was happy for a while.

His face was flushed, and he raised his hand to touch his nose, only to be relieved after confirming that there was no nosebleed.

Looking at the back of Ye Wuchen staggering away, Mo Yun's heart rose to his throat, for fear that he would accidentally fall.

After escorting him back to the house, Mo Yun smirked outside the door for a while, then went back to his own house.

He sat on the bed, checked his cultivation, and shook his head slightly: "Too low."

He sat on the couch, resting his chin, thinking about today's events, and smiled silly again.

After laughing, his body fell limply, and a small white ball with red eyes emerged from his shoulder.

The little white ball circled Mo Yun's body twice, as if confirming something, and then returned to Ye Wuchen's room.