Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The sound of the pattering rain at night made Ye Wuchen almost insomnia, his mind was filled with the voice of Mo Yun...

Tonight's night is very cold and dark, and you can't see your fingers. Ye Wuchen tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep all night.

So his apprentice... what happened?

He was thinking about it, and he didn't realize from his outline that he had set Mo Yun to be a genius.

Ye Wuchen has already begun to suspect that he has amnesia.

The "stick to the plot" in my mind is mechanical, reminding me over and over again:

"Mo Yun's blackening value has dropped to [-], please follow the plot and don't try to reverse the situation, otherwise the system will punish you."

"Mo Yun's blackening value has risen to [-], please keep the host..."

"Mo Yun's blackening value has dropped to [-], please..."

The "stick to the plot" system is not too annoying, it reports the blackening value to Ye Wuchen like reporting an electrocardiogram.

At this moment, Ye Wuchen really wanted to rush out and pry open his apprentice's head to see what he was thinking.

But I thought of the sweet words in Mo Yun's mouth again: "I want to sleep with Master tonight."

Ye Wuchen trembled, and touched the head on his neck, as if afraid of losing it.

He could only lie on the bed tremblingly, clutching the drowsy little white ball, and then a white spiritual power hit his forehead, and passed out.

And Mo Yun in the other room was not feeling well either.

There was still a lamp burning in his room, and the red candle was covered with tears, making it look old and terrifying under the weak light, and the candle flame was crackling...

He lay flat on the bed, cold sweat broke out from his forehead, and his fists were clenched tightly, as if he was holding back something.

The cold and gloomy words came from the bottom of his heart, hollow and ethereal.

"Kill him, what did he do to you, have you forgotten..."

"Ye Wuchen...destroy your spiritual roots and your cultivation!"

"I'll hurry up to lick it if I give you some sweetness, Mo Yun, are you cheap..."

The voice was full of hatred, like a demon escaped from hell, who had to drink human blood to feel at ease.

It doesn't feel good.

Sen Leng's voice was like scraping through the bones, piercing into the flesh, causing dull pain in the body, and there was no way to relieve it.

But in Mo Yun's mind is the master in fluttering white clothes, with spring eyes, lazily lying on the vine chair, reading an unknown script, smiling softly when seeing himself, and occasionally rubbing his head.

In his previous life, he was revived by Ye Wuchen when he was 16 years old.

In the past 16 years, he has been begging for a living, and he has also robbed vicious dogs for food. There is no nourishment like spring breeze, only bitter winter.

After rebirth, he got a little warmth from the enemy in his previous life, and he was also confused and at a loss.

But the sunlight that was far away in the sky suddenly shone brightly on his body, melting the ice and snow on his body, and melting away the darkness in his heart.

On the ivy chair, Ye Wuchen, dressed in white, lay on it like a big cat, sunning his belly defenselessly.

He hummed a long ditty, with the three thousand hairs behind his head, using his hands as pillows, he looked towards this side leisurely, and smiled softly at himself.

In an instant, there seemed to be thousands of stardust in his eyes, the water was shining brightly, and the corner of his mouth was randomly hooked, making the world lose its color.

I don't remember when it was, he couldn't hate Ye Wuchen anymore, he just wanted to be his apprentice, and he wanted to absorb more warmth that he didn't have in his previous life...

It looks like ants are gnawing on the body, with small mouthfuls, densely packed.

It’s also like killing people without giving them pleasure, using a thin blade to slice thin slices of flesh thinner than paper, causing people to convulse all over, excruciatingly painful, but wanting to die but unable to die.

The voice became more and more crazy without his response, like a giant beast in the abyss trapped in a cage, desperately screaming at the person who imprisoned it, the sound waves were so loud that it made people tremble.

"Kill him...kill, kill!"

Tonight, doomed to sleepless.

The sun is rising, the red sun is spraying, and the mist is floating on the distant mountain peaks. The children on the street are naughty with their feet stepping on the accumulated water on the ground, and their trousers are wet.

The four rushed to Yanxi Town early.

Ye Wuchen and Mo Yun rode on Yunchen's back like yesterday, but Ye Wuchen deliberately stayed away from the young man.

Mo Yun looked normal today, he didn't seem to remember what happened yesterday, and even greeted Ye Wuchen respectfully in the morning.

Ye Wuchen was almost scared to death.

He also deliberately asked Mo Yun's blackening value in his heart.

"Mo Yun's blackening value has dropped to 95, please follow the plot..."

Before he finished speaking, the voice stopped abruptly, and a small white ball came out from his left shoulder, blinking his soft red eyes at him.

Ye Wuchen understood it—the system probably wanted to shock him again.

Mo Yun in front of him suddenly turned his head and said with a smile, "We are here, Master."

As the name suggests, Yanxi Town was built along a stream named "Du River". The people who lived there lived and worked in peace and contentment in this corner of the world.

On the ancient streets made of bluestone slabs, various small businesses and hawkers are hawking, shouting one after another.

A young man in a coarse blouse was strolling down the street carrying a rack of candied haws.

"Candied haws! Candied haws! So sweet candied haws!"

The sugar-coated candied gourds on the wooden sticks are bright red, and the warm sunshine after the rain shines on them, making people salivate.

Mo Yun looked at those candied gourds, his eyes were a little precarious...

When he was seven or eight years old, he heard Ye Wuchen's name for the first time because of a candied haws seller.

The man stood the candied gourd on the ground, supported it with one hand, and said to the people beside him: "You don't know, that Immortal Master Ye from the Immortal Sword Sect is really a genius, he was killed alone at a young age More than a dozen evil cultivators..."

At that time, he was among the beggars beside him, and an older beggar next to him was fascinated by the candied haws, sneaked into the crowd and stole one from the shelf.

Unfortunately, he was discovered by that person, the words in his mouth stopped abruptly, and he jumped on the spot, "You shameless beggar!"

The beggars ran away noisily, and Mo Yun was taken away by them in a daze, he thought—— Master Ye is really a strange person.

Back in the dirty and smelly beggar's nest, the beggars shared the bunch of candied haws, while he was in a daze, and suddenly asked, "Do you think that Master Ye will accept me as an apprentice?"

The beggars laughed immediately, and the older one nodded his head and asked, "The toad wants to eat swan meat, huh?"

A burst of laughter erupted in the beggar's den.

Mo Yun blushed with anger and wanted to refute, but isn't it that a toad wants to eat swan meat now?

…………

"Yooner?"

There is a sweet smell coming from the tip of the nose. It is the sugar melting in the pot, giving off a bitter sweetness.

Mo Yun's throat twitched, and he looked up. Ye Wuchen handed over a bunch of ruddy candied haws, and looked at him with a springy smile.

He subconsciously licked the sweetness that came to his mouth.

"I saw you staring at the candied haws just now..."

"Thank you, Master."

"Ah?" Ye Wuchen seemed to be a little stunned, and then realized, "No need."

Yuxi hugged her chest beside her, meowed at her master for a second, sighed and shook her head.

God knows, Ye Wuchen just saw Mo Yun staring at the candied haws seller as if he was dead, so he was so scared that he hurriedly bought a bunch of candied haws to reduce the fire for his apprentice.

The effect is surprisingly good.

When he came to the client's house, a brawny shirtless man rushed up and bowed to Ye Wuchen.

"I beg the immortal to save the little girl!"

Mo Yun stood in front of Ye Wuchen and said, "Please speak slowly."

Lu Xiao and Ye Wuchen exchanged glances.

Lu Xiao: You are a good apprentice.

Ye Wuchen: ...

The strong man still didn't listen, and even knelt down.

"My daughter and I have depended on each other for many years, we can't just die..."

Yuxi stomped her feet, showing the prestige of a knight: "If you don't speak clearly, how can we save your daughter!"

Mo Yun supported the strong man who was about to kneel down, and asked him to talk carefully.

The strong man's eyes were a little red and swollen. He led the four of them to sit down, calmed down, and began to tell the story.

"My name is Chen Li, and my daughter's name is Chen Yaya."

"A few days ago, a merchant's family living in the town said that his wife died early and he wanted to marry another wife. The dowry was very generous. Many people came here with their daughters."

Hearing this, Yuxi frowned and said, "You won't go too, will you?"

"Do I look like the kind of person who sells girls for glory?" Chen Li took a sip.

Lu Xiao tapped the back of Yuxi's hand on the table with a folding fan: "Listen well."

"My girl is eighteen years old, she is in the prime of her youth, how can she let that old man spoil her."

"Not long after, he fell in love with a girl and gave her parents a rich dowry, enough for several generations to live a lifetime of wealth. The girl's parents were also bastards, so they sold their daughter to that old man."

"At first everyone thought this was the end of the matter, but the old man wanted to recruit a few concubines, and the dowry he gave was richer than that of his regular wife."

"The girls in the town are not very willing, thinking that the old man is so lustful, and it would be uncomfortable to marry him. But some parents who are in a daze rush to let their daughters jump into the fire pit."

"After going back and forth, the merchant also married a dozen or so concubines. Later, if he wanted to take a concubine, those who treat their daughters as their hearts would naturally not be happy. Then, the girl from the town disappeared for no reason..."

Speaking of this, Chen Li raised his head to wipe the corners of his eyes, and continued: "I, my girl disappeared a few days ago,..."

Chen Li choked up, and Yuxi, who was sitting next to him, couldn't bear it, and patted him on the back to show comfort.

"Originally, I wasn't so impatient. I only said that she was a child and loved to play, but, but—"

He covered his face, choked for a long time, and finally said:

"The day before yesterday, someone picked up the merchant's wife who had just married in by the Du River. The body was drained of blood and her heart was dug out——I entrusted the elders..."

He couldn't continue talking about the following words, and lay down on the table and cried sullenly.

"Please rest assured, your daughter may not be killed, why not hurry up and go to the merchant's house to see if he did it."

Ye Wuchen was a civil servant in his previous life, and he often dealt with the elders and folks in the village. Some children lost, his wife ran away...

Chen Li looked at Ye Wuchen and nodded hurriedly.

Mo Yun frowned, and was about to say something, but his hand under the table was pinched.

He looked towards Ye Wuchen, he was comforting Chen Li gently, and he squeezed Mo Yun's hand tightly quietly.

Take it easy.

When we came to a bright vermilion gate, there were festive red lanterns hanging on the top, which were as red as blood.

When Chen Li brought them here, he bowed again and went back in gratitude.

Lu Xiao and Ye Wuchen hid their figures and followed behind the disciples.

Let them solve this experience task by themselves, and help them if the ghosts they encounter are really strong.

Yuxi stepped forward and knocked on the door, showing the appearance of a fledgling disciple, with a round voice: "Is there anyone? Yuxi, a disciple of Xiaxianjianmen."

The door was carefully opened a crack, and a small half of a face was poked out from the inside, the man said: "You two little elders, it is not convenient for my master to see guests, please go back."

"It's inconvenient to meet guests? Isn't it convenient to eat people?" Mo Yun said coldly from behind.

"This little fairy can't talk nonsense!" The man was a little impatient.

"It's like this. We received a mission and said that a girl in the town died for no reason, and someone testified against your master, so we wanted to investigate the situation."

Yuxi very generously stated her purpose, and then seduced: "If your master is innocent, we will naturally find out who is behind the scenes."

One of them sang bad faces and the other sang bad faces, and they cooperated quite well.

The man first looked at them suspiciously and let them in.

The man looks plain, looks like a little servant and calls himself Po.

Walking into the door, there are two ginkgo trees in the huge courtyard, and there is nothing else. The courtyard is deserted, and there is no one else except Abao.

It really doesn't look like a rich man's yard.

Ah Bao led them to the main hall silently, and brought two cups of tea.

Mo Yun looked at the dim cup of tea on the table, without moving.

"What about your master?"

A Bao was silent for a while, and then answered in a wrong way:

"Two, please drink tea."