Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

In April Fangfeitian, Immortal Sword Sect was holding the annual apprentice gathering, and one of the six floating platforms engraved with formations was still empty, and Ye Wuchen was not there.

In the past six years, the incident of Ye Wuchen's disciples becoming demons has become known to everyone. Although there has been a lot of trouble, it is inevitable that there are a few disciples who have gone astray in the sect. Talking about it for a while will pass. But Ye Wuchen no longer accepts disciples.

Xiao Yichun talked to him about this matter, but Ye Wuchen resisted very much.

According to his words, he has a shadow over things like apprentices.

In the end, we can only let it go, and put those disciples who want to worship under Ye Wuchen's sect into other peaks. There are also a few stubborn students who can't afford to kneel down, and then they are persuaded by the kind master to join Wude Peak .

On Qingfeng Peak, Ye Wuchen lay lazily on the rattan chair, shaking gently, feeling that he only had so much free time.

nothing to do ah.

In the past six years, he was so boring that he went to take over half of the tasks in the Zhenshan Hall. As a result, the disciples in the sect couldn't find a chance to practice for a while, and the steward of the Zhenshan Hall could only report to Xiao Yichun, which restricted The number of times he takes on assignments each month.

Ye Wuchen thought, he is so aggrieved as an elder to do something for the sect.

"Meow——" the big cat jumped from the stone table onto his stomach, and brought the perfectly round rabbit together, and almost threw up Ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen picked up the heavy-looking rabbit, and just as he was about to put it on the stone table, the big cat slapped it.

The corner of his mouth twitched, he could only let the rabbit lie on his stomach, and let the two little guys play around.

I don't know where these two little things came from, but they just depended on Zhiqing Peak, making a lot of noise every day.

It's fun to play, and trouble to trouble, but it's not enough to pluck his hair.

So when Xiao Yichun came, he saw his junior brother staring at the big cat with its paws in his hair on the rattan chair that was shaking.

Then, Ye Wuchen really couldn't get those hairs off, so he could only turn over a pair of scissors and cut his own hair.

The big cat licked its paws and licked its fur.

"Huh?" Ye Wuchen lifted the two little guys away before looking at Xiao Yichun, and said with a smile, "Looking for me?"

Xiao Yichun walked over, glanced at the broken hair on the ground, then glanced at the big cat sticking out its tongue and hair on the stone table, and smiled helplessly.

"There is a child who wants to worship under your sect. He is a master of water and wood. He has the same spiritual power as yours. He is extremely talented."

"Huh? But I don't accept disciples."

Ye Wuchen curled his hair around his cheeks, looked up at the bright blue sky, his eyes followed the floating clouds, the spring light made him squint his eyes, comfortable and relaxed.

Peaceful as a painting.

"Water and Wood Dual Cultivation..." Ye Wuchen seemed a little shaken when he read these four words, but in the end he still said slowly: "Forget it, I still don't want to accept it."

Seeing him like this, Xiao Yichun sighed and advised: "Not every disciple is like Mo Yun."

He only knew that Mo Yun had become a demon, but he didn't know what Mo Yun thought about Ye Wuchen.

He felt that it was not worthwhile for Ye Wuchen to disappoint all his disciples because Mo Yun became a demon alone.

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes and shook his head, "Let that disciple go to other peaks. In the future, I can give him some advice as an uncle."

He had already said that, Xiao Yichun couldn't persuade him any more, so he could only leave first and go to the Wuming Peak Apprentice Conference.

With a wave of Ye Wuchen's hand, the barrier outside the rattan chair was covered with a layer of darkness, blocking the not so strong sunlight.

He always believed that Mo Yun's actions when he was young caused the child to misunderstand something, and that's why he had such feelings for him. Because of this, he was in a state of neurasthenia for a long time.

He never felt that he was so good, nor worthy of anyone's liking. In fact, he always regarded other people's liking as a kind of misunderstanding.

After all, he is not a good person at all.

Time will dilute everything, and the joy of youth will probably disappear inch by inch.

Having had enough sleep, he jumped off the rattan chair and walked towards the Four Seasons Residence, and suddenly saw the closed door of the kitchen next to him, he paused for a moment, not knowing why.

When will the extra kitchen come out?

The furnishings in the room were as before, simple and clear, as if it were the residence of an expert, but the door leading to the side room was locked, and there was a formation left by him on it, which was difficult to unlock.

Ye Wuchen stood in front of the door, tentatively touched the door, and was bounced away by a strong force.

He was too lazy to solve the complex and changeable formation.

A few months later, Ye Wuchen came to Xiaoyao Peak and found Lu Xiao who was drinking under the locust tree.

Bursts of elegant fragrance came to the nostrils, and the pale pagoda tree petals fell to the ground, and fell generously on the body of the man in green who was leaning under the pagoda tree.

There were several jugs of wine beside Lu Xiao, some of them were already empty, and some of them fell down, spilling crystal clear liquid on the ground.

He has a good capacity for alcohol, and he is only slightly drunk after drinking so much. When he saw someone coming, he shook the flagon in his hand at him, and asked in a drunken voice, "Drink?"

Ye Wuchen was always looking for wine for the old man in Xanadu. Even though Xiao didn't drink much, he recognized the types of those wines. He walked over and could tell the name of the wine just by smelling it.

"Nan Zhusa, have you gone to Phoenix City?"

Lu Xiao sniffled, looking a little aggrieved, "Yeah, the romantic debts that I left there before came to my door, but it didn't torment me to death."

"Should."

Ye Wuchen walked to him and sat down, twirling the petals of Sophora japonica flowers falling on the ground, the rich aroma of wine permeated the heart, and it was peaceful and elegant.

Suddenly a moist mouth of the pot touched his lips, accompanied by the smell of wine, Lu Xiao smiled happily, "I've never seen you drink alcohol before, are you afraid of talking nonsense when you're drunk?"

What Ye Wuchen paid attention to was another point, "Just now you drank with your mouth."

"Uh...we're already so familiar, there's no need to be so particular about it, hehehe, isn't that Brother Ye?"

Ye Wuchen took the jug speechlessly, and took a sip with a disgusted expression. Seeing that his expression was really funny, Lu Xiao couldn't help laughing lightly, leaning on his shoulder with a crooked body.

The sky and clouds linger, the shadows are faint, and the pagoda tree flowers rustle on the top. If there is any movement, a few petals will dance and fall, floating on the hair and shoulders.

After a moment of silence, Lu Xiao didn't know what he thought of, and then he lay on Ye Wuchen's shoulder and muttered:

"There's no such thing as falling in love at first sight, I just fall in love with each other."

Ye Wuchen somewhat disliked the smell of alcohol in his mouth, so he covered his mouth with one hand, "Shut up."

Lu Xiao narrowed his eyes, and his face was full of resentment, "Who would have thought that I would become brothers with you!"

Ye Wuchen felt that what he said meant that he disliked him, so he pushed him aside speechlessly, and let him collapse on the frosty white Sophora japonica flower.

He snorted, and stretched out his five fingers to block the radiant light, and the brilliance leaked from between his fingers fell on his face.

"Ning Lefeng's meal is almost ready." Lu Xiao spit out a few words again abruptly, moved his body, put his head on Ye Wuchen's lap, and looked at him with blurred and drunken eyes.

Ye Wuchen lowered his head and glanced at him, took a sip while holding the jug, and asked suddenly: "Did you spit it out when you drank it?"

Lu Xiao: "..."

"You hate me that much." Lu Xiao rolled his eyes, his eyes fell on his rolling Adam's apple, and he clicked his tongue inexplicably, "It would be great if you were a woman."

The two sides were silent, Ye Wuchen suddenly tilted the jug, and poured all the cold wine on Lu Xiao's face, which gave him a chill.

Ye Wuchen patted his face, "Be sober."

On Ning Le Peak, the smoke from cooking was rising again. It was the only smoke in the Immortal Sword Gate. When Ye Wuchen and Lu Xiao came over, Gu Tang was carrying the ashen-faced Ai Ye out of the house, and locked it up by the way. The door of the back room.

Ai Ye wiped the ashes from his face, his blue eyes were smoked with tears, and he narrowed his eyes to Ye Wuchen.

"The Immortal Master!"

"Eh? Wait a minute—"

Without the slightest precaution at all, Ye Wuchen was thrown into his arms, and the ashes on the boy's face rubbed against his shoulders, like an ink stain.

Ai Ye disappeared for two years, came back six years ago, and had an awkward fight with Gu Tang for a long time, four years ago, Ai Lin died unfortunately, Gu Tang found Ai Ye who was overeating for this reason in Youzhou, and coaxed him bring back.

Regarding this, Meihu wanted to say that he just felt that he didn't have to be disciplined by Feng Yunhe everywhere, and he was too happy to go to the restaurant.

It's a pity that even if Feng Yunhe left, he couldn't get in without the token to Qingfeng, so he could only stay at Ninglefeng and wait for Ye Wuchen to come to his door.

There's no way, he's greedy for Ye Wuchen's face, and he's looking forward to having a spring night with him every day.

Ai Ye smiled and raised her head, her eyes seemed to be full of clear dreams, shining brightly.

"As soon as I saw the immortal master, I had a feeling of déjà vu."

The young man's voice was hearty, like a pond with lotus leaves growing in summer, so clear and clean that it was unbelievable.

Ye Wuchen pushed the person away and said, "After all, we've known each other for so long."

He sat on the table next to him, tapped his fingers on the table, looked at Lu Xiao, and chatted casually until Lu Xiao said that sentence again.

"Brother Ye, why do you think you are not a woman?"

Ye Wuchen was silent for a moment, and went to the back mountain to fight with someone.

Ai Ye watched the two leave in a hurry, scratched his cheek, used a talisman to rush into the back room, and attacked Gu Tang, without stopping.

Suddenly, he casually asked: "Master, do you think there is such a thing as a past life?"

Gu Tang was making soup, and when he heard his question, he thought it was a new type of joke, so he said, "If you think there is one, then there is."

The charcoal fire in the stove was burning vigorously, imprinted in his eyes as blue as the sky, flickering on and off, flickering and fading.

Back to Qingfeng, it was already night, the moon was bright and the wind was clear, walking on the bamboo forest path, stepping on the dead leaves and weeds, and entering the Four Seasons Residence where I lived alone for several years.

I just remembered that today is Lu Xiao's birthday, but I beat him up, and he poured several jugs of wine in reverse, Ye Wuchen can't even walk now.

He didn't drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, nor did he down one drop. He had a normal drinking capacity, but he couldn't stand Lu Xiao's nonsense, and poured him several big pots.

Ye Wuchen felt that it was a mistake to go to Lu Xiao today.

He leaned in front of the window, turned his head and glanced at the door ten steps away from him, he simply raised his leg to open the window, and directly entered the Four Seasons Residence.

As a result, something knocked under his feet, throwing him dizzy.

Ye Wuchen lay on the ground, lying down wherever he thought he would fall, or he could just fall asleep and sleep all night.

He slowed on the ground for a long time, and finally stood up holding his forehead, and looked back to see what it was that tripped him——

A wooden box by the window.

He squatted beside the wooden box with his eyes squinted, wondering when there was such an object in his room, and the moonlight poured from the window, obliquely overflowing into a deserted room.

The wooden box was locked, sealed tightly with a barrier, which aroused Ye Wuchen's thirst for knowledge.

He sat cross-legged in front of the wooden box, facing Lingling Yuehua, and started to untie the barrier on the wooden box. It took most of the night to untie it, and then he tried his best to open his drowsy eyes to look at the lock.

Ye Wuchen almost scolded his mother.

Guzhixuan iron lock, a kind of lock without a key, a small piece of iron the size of half a palm has made various interlocking small mechanisms, and it is extremely strong, it is difficult to be damaged by external forces, and it is more tormenting than the Kongming lock.

It is said that a sect locked its top-secret kung fu with an ancient branch black iron lock. As a result, after dozens of generations, this sect never saw its own kung fu again and was forced to practice another kung fu again.

There is a very apt saying among the folks that Guzhixuan Tiesuo can kill immortals.

Ye Wuchen grabbed the lock, thinking about the barrier that he had spent most of the night breaking, he tried to pull the ancient Zhixuan iron lock with the mentality that he couldn't give up halfway.

There was a clicking sound in his hand, and the ancient branch black iron lock changed various shapes in his hand, but he couldn't untie it.

In the end, he took out Frost's Rain very violently and split the wooden box.

The wooden box was split into several large pieces by him, and the contents inside could be seen at a glance.

Ye Wuchen sat on the ground, picked up a piece of clothing and began to doubt his life, and he worked so hard all night just for this pile of clothes?

He took the clothes under the moonlight to observe for a while, seeing that they were the clothes of a young man, he fell into deep thought again, and murmured solemnly: "This clothes... Could it be that when did I have an illegitimate child?"

He still forgot.

I only remember that there was Mo Yun, but I forgot all the things I experienced with him. I even forgot why there was an extra small kitchen in Zhiqing Peak, why there was a locked door in Four Seasons Residence, and why there was an extra room in the big house. The origin of cats and rabbits.

He only remembered that there was an apprentice named Mo Yun, because of his behavior when he was young, he had undue admiration for him, so he blamed himself and did not want to accept apprentices, for fear of misleading others.

He only remembered that Mo Yun was once the protagonist he thought, but later they parted ways and never saw each other again.

Just remember what Mo Yun said, don't forget him.

I didn't forget Mo Yun, but I still forgot the past.

Under the falling moonlight in front of the window, Ye Wuchen sat alone and meditated, the cloth between his fingers was a little cool, and it melted with the light like gauze, the color was very light, and the memory was also light.

"Seems to be……"

Taking advantage of the moonlight to see the style of the clothes clearly, he couldn't say the name coiled between his lips and teeth.

The things that I don't want to forget are annihilated for no reason, and I only remember a few things about that person, but he is obviously an extremely important existence from the beginning.

But it is still slowly forgotten, as if something has been dug out of my heart bit by bit, leaving only a emptiness without knowing it.

If you don't deliberately think about it, it's fine, but the curtain that covers the emptiness has been pulled away, and the memories that can't be grasped roaring from inside make people collapse even more.

His vision was suddenly blurred, and he couldn't see the pile of loose clothes clearly, feeling a sense of sadness welling up in his heart, up to the tip of his nose, feeling a little sour.

"Mo Yun...?"

Still can't forget, can't forget, no matter the reality of the memory is misty, or the gap is filled, there is a shadow of a teenager no matter what.

Annihilated things will still slowly assemble, sunken things will still surface, and locked things cannot be hidden for a lifetime.

There are ups and downs for a while, whether it is the end or the turning point, it is unknown.

【Ding--】

I only heard the reminder sound suddenly sounded in my mind, followed by the inexplicably familiar youth voice with a little mechanical.

[The host has successfully bound the plot system, and the task of attacking the protagonist is officially opened]