Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The scenery in the morning at Qingfeng was still very good, and Ye Wuchen's house was built facing the sunrise, the sunlight from the sky was shining on his face from the window, it was a bit dazzling, Ye Wuchen rubbed his eyes, Sitting up wearily, he was confused for a while before getting out of bed and getting dressed.

He was the only one on this peak, it was very cold and clear, birdsong often came from the forest outside the house, the original owner was happy to be quiet, so the master of Xianjian Sect found a peak for this junior, and sent disciples to clean it regularly every day. The disciple selected by Pick Wanxuan is a mute with ordinary spiritual power.

It's really sweet.

Yuan is the most beloved apprentice of the former sect master of Immortal Sword Sect, and the residence given to him is also the best in the whole sect, but Yuan is arrogant and arrogant, and he is proud of himself, so the position of sect master has been passed on to the big brother with a generous personality.

But the original body didn't understand the master, but he hated the senior brother. Later, when he saw the talented protagonist, he deliberately suppressed and abused him to prevent him from having a chance to break through.As a result, the protagonist was reborn with hatred and died in a terrible state.

Thinking of this, Ye Wuchen shuddered. He didn't know whether the time he traveled through was before or after the protagonist's rebirth. If it was before the rebirth, it would be fine, if it was after the rebirth—then he was hopeless.

"Host, you woke up really early~" A cute Zhengtai voice sounded in my mind.

"It's you who got up late." It was a stereotyped youth voice.

So the two systems began to quarrel, and Ye Wuchen's brain began to hurt again.

"Xiaolong!" Ye Wuchen roared.

"Little, little dragon?" The system of "Long Aotian Cultivation" was stunned for a while before realizing that the host was calling him.

"Hahahaha, Xiaolong hahahaha!" The "stick to the plot" system ruthlessly mocked.

"Xiao Jian, you should also restrain yourself." Ye Wuchen didn't understand what was so funny about it, it was because their names were too long, and they were a bit of a middle school student, so he gave them nicknames.

"Xiao Jian...?"

Hearing the name the host gave him, both of them were stunned.

However, Xiaolong has a great mental capacity, so he quickly adjusted his mood, "Well, my name will be Xiaolong from now on, don't you think so? Xiaojian~"

Xiaojian didn't speak, probably because he was autistic.

Ye Wuchen got up and walked to those cabinets, flipped through some exercises, and asked the two commanders: "Has Mo Yun been reborn?"

"I don't know." They said in unison.

"What time is it now?"

"I don't know." They said in unison again.

"...What use do I need you for?!"

"I don't know." Again in unison.

The book in his hand had pinch marks from his nails, and veins popped up on Ye Wuchen's forehead. After a long time, he sighed: "What can you do?"

Xiao Jian: "I can supervise the host to follow the plot well, and I know everything about the plot."

Supervise me to die well?

Xiaolong: "I can guide the host to seize the luck of the protagonist, and I know the locations of all kinds of treasures."

Lead me to death?

Ye Wuchen despaired of these two bastards.

Putting down the book in his hand, he smoothed the pinch marks, walked to the door, looked at the golden sun, and searched for the memory of the original owner in his mind. When he wrote this book, he didn't think about the background of this scumbag master. The world made it up for him.

The original master was originally a noble son in the mortal world. Due to his family's decline and homelessness, he was discovered by the front master of Xianjian Sect that he was a genius in cultivation, so he took him into the sect and accepted him as an apprentice.

The original owner discovered his talent for cultivation, so he began to regard himself as noble, almost to the point of being defiant, and others were unwilling to have a close relationship with him. Because of his perennial autistic personality, his personality was distorted, and the elder brother was selected as a disciple The master even aroused his jealousy, so he turned a blind eye to the entire sect and took up the position of elder for nothing.

And because of his extreme personality, he offended many people from the sect. Ye Wuchen felt very tired when he thought that he would not only be killed by apprentices who didn't know whether he was black or not, but also deal with a bunch of people who were offended by the original owner. Desperately said: "Is there a way for me to go back?"

"Yes, as long as the protagonist kills it!" Xiao Jian said firmly.

Ye Wuchen was thinking whether to let Mo Yun stab him with a sword when he saw Mo Yun, and then heard Xiaolong Youyou say: "No, the host is already dead in this world, and he won't be able to live if he goes back, so listen Mine."

Ye Wuchen lay back on the bed, the two things in his head started to quarrel again, he didn't know who to trust, he could only stare blankly at the bed curtain, feeling that the future was hopeless.

He closed his eyes and recalled his life, starting from the orphanage, until he became a grassroots clerk, dealing with the trivial matters of the villagers every day, as if he had never been so relaxed. Thinking about it this way, it seems not bad, although he still has to die in the end , but you can still live the life of a cultivator for a few years, so it should be regarded as retirement...

Ugh……

He is so miserable.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, a carp sat up straight, and said to the void: "I have a way to get the best of both worlds."

He can follow the plot, and he can also snatch luck, but he didn't say what kind of luck to snatch, as long as he takes something that can save his life at a critical moment that is insignificant in the eyes of the protagonist, then he can just fake his death on the day the protagonist kills him .

Xiaolong hesitated: "Host, this probably won't work..."

Xiao Jian poured cold water on the side: "The protagonist doesn't even look up to him, can he escape his eyes?"

"Okay, I'll die at worst." Ye Wuchen closed his eyes wearily, feeling that half of his body had been buried in the ground.

Xiaolong said: "Host, the protagonist may not necessarily kill you."

Xiaojian: "Hehe."

Ye Wuchen: "Do you think it's possible?"

Xiaolong seemed to sigh, and then said: "It's not impossible, a secret realm will open in a few years, and the talisman left in it from the ancient times may be able to hide it from the protagonist..."

"Really?"

Xiaolong paused, "Yes."

It thinks that if you are determined to use this method, the protagonist will let go.

Ye Wuchen smiled, and suddenly felt that the future was bright, so he turned over and got out of bed, took the sword to play in the bamboo forest, the sword light danced, the fallen leaves rustled, the white robe fluttered in the wind, and the fingers holding the sword were white, Shine brightly in the sun.

Xiaojian: "Look at your complacency..."

Xiaolong: "The host is great!"

After a set of sword dances, Ye Wuchen's memory drifts. The old men in the village love to practice some swords, Tai Chi, and books about this kind are provided by Ye Wuchen. Will you prepare these...

The Zhiqing Peak was very quiet, and the disciples passing by at the foot of the peak frequently raised their heads to look up at the peak.

"Hey, tell me, Elder Ye won't accept disciples this year?"

"Who knows, he has such an arrogant temperament, and only the sect master can chat with him. If he wants to accept a disciple, that doesn't mean being thrown into the cold."

"Shhh - don't talk nonsense about this, the sect master will find out later, and scolding will be inevitable."

"Oh," the man murmured, "What's so great about having a high cultivation base? I usually don't do anything for the sect, and occupy resources..."

At this time, Elder Ye, who was in possession of resources, was accepting the first task that Xiaojian issued to him: "The host, please accept Mo Yun as an apprentice at the apprentice acceptance meeting five days later. There will be rewards after completion."

Ye Wuchen: "I have a bold idea, what if I don't accept it?"

"If the host does not accept the task, he will be punished with electric shock until the host dies,"

This time, Ye Wuchen didn't speak, and Xiaolong began to fight for him: "Where did you come from the system, why are you so impersonal!"

"If you resist, this system will think that the task has not been completed, and will self-destruct."

Ye Wuchen smiled wryly: "I just accept it."

Life is full of ups and downs...