Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The lanterns on the river were on and off, and the lanterns were floating in the sky. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl sang on the stage, the musicians played heartfelt tunes, and the actors on the stage sang mournful songs.

"The Altair star far away, the Han girl of the Jiaojiao River,

Slim and simple hands, Zhazhan get machine.

The Milky Way is clear and shallow, how much is it different?

There is no rule all day long, and weeping like rain.

The water is full of water, and the pulse is speechless. "

At the end of the music and the curtain of the drama, a coquettish and elegant guest holding a gold and jade folding fan walked forward and clasped his fists to all the spectators: "I wish the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl will meet on the magpie bridge, and I wish all lovers in the world will finally get married!"

The spectators gathered around the stage applauded one after another. The gifted scholars and beautiful ladies were tender and affectionate, and expressed their heartfelt love to each other.

The coquettish and elegant guest jumped off the stage, waved a fan and sent out a pair of purses in his hands to a few couples. The couples expressed that they would cherish them for a lifetime.

Ye Wuchen said that a single dog couldn't stand such a stimulus, so he hurriedly grabbed Mo Yun and walked away.

Abandoning the noise behind her, she walked to the river bank dotted with lights. A white-haired old woman weaved lanterns out of bamboo strips. The colorful rice paper was used as the surface, and the tough bamboo branches were used as the bones. A pair of old hands were nimble and skillful, and soon she made a lantern. The lotus-shaped river lantern, she looked at Ye Wuchen with cloudy eyes, and grinned: "Young man, do you want a river lantern or a sky lantern?"

Ye Wuchen originally wanted to say no, but Mo Yun tugged at his sleeve, with longing in his eyes: "Master, I want one."

He only saw people letting go of lanterns, so he hoped that one day he could release his own lanterns.

Ye Wuchen: Of course the protagonist's request must be met!

"What lamp do you want?"

Mo Yun blinked at him, then turned his gaze to the little white ball on his shoulder, opened and closed his small mouth: "I will put whatever the master puts."

So Ye Wuchen bought two lotus-style river lanterns.

The old woman narrowed her eyes and stared at the two of them for a moment, then said with a smile: "Young man, bring the children to set off the lanterns, why don't you see your wife?"

Ye Wuchen: "...he is my apprentice."

"Oh, I'm getting old, my eyes are a little blurred, don't worry, don't worry."

After receiving the river lantern, Ye Wuchen wanted to throw it directly into the river, but Mo Yun took out a small white paper from the center of the lotus flower and asked, "Master, do you wish?"

Ye Wuchen quickly stretched out his hand that was reaching above the river, and nodded calmly.

If the protagonist asks him to agree, he will do so. See how obedient he is as a supporting role.

Borrowing a wolf hair from the old woman, dipped it in some ink, Ye Wuchen began to look at the sky and wander.

He doesn't have any special wishes. If he has to say it, it's probably to live a good life in the hands of the protagonist, or to die a quicker death. In short, don't let him suffer all kinds of torture.

After thinking for a long time, he wrote a few lines on the white paper. The little white ball wanted to take a peek, but he slapped it away. Mo Yun gloated.

Ye Wuchen never believed in these things, but he seriously put the river lantern into the river and watched it sail into the distance.

Mo Yun followed Ye Wuchen's movements and released the river lantern with his wish. The river was slow, and the two lanterns kept a distance. Mo Yun quietly released his spiritual power, pushed his own river lantern, and made the two lanterns The river lights run side by side.

"One wish for Master to be in good health and wish come true; and another wish to protect Master forever."

Little Baiqiu didn't see Ye Wuchen's wish, so he ran over to see Mo Yun's. When he saw the two lines written by him, he shook up and down very satisfied to show his appreciation.

"Master, what wish did you make?"

Ye Wuchen didn't look back, but stared at Manhe Guangcai, and said with a light smile, "It won't work if you say it."

Mo Yun followed his gaze, grabbed his sleeve, a little shy and cautious: "Master, you..." Did you write about me?

This sentence is still not asked, why is there a master in the wish of the master, Mo Yun is still a little at a loss for this inexplicable feeling.

Ye Wuchen seemed to know what he wanted to ask, and said softly, "I made a wish for Yun'er."

Mo Yun, who was struggling in his heart, suddenly raised his head, his eyes glowed with scorching light, he relied on his body's instinctive reaction, and hugged Ye Wuchen's waist tightly: "Thank you, Master!"

He hugged too hard, and Ye Wuchen was thrown back two steps. For a moment, he forgot the so-called blackening value, rubbed Mo Yun's furry head, and smiled.

"May Mo Yun, the character in the novel, be happy and peaceful, no longer follow the plot, and reconcile with Qin Se, the one he loves."

……

After visiting the night market, the two found an inn to stay overnight.

But Xiangjian Town has a lot of people coming and going, and it coincides with the Qiqiao Festival, all the inns are almost full, and it is hard to find one, but they are told that there is only one room left.

Ye Wuchen, who realized that he was going to share the bed with the protagonist again tonight, felt that he could visit the night market for a while.

When he came to the comfortable and elegantly furnished guest room, the first thing Ye Wuchen did was to take off his clothes.

Well, he wants to take a shower.

There was a wooden bucket behind the screen with a painting of carps piercing lotuses. The waiter in the rich store brought hot water, and then knocked out the little white ball who was deliberately peeping, so that Ye Wuchen took a bath with peace of mind.

Putting the faded clothes on top of the screen, the face was flushed by the steaming water vapor, Ye Wuchen sat in the bucket and abused his spiritual power——

He masters the water system and has a high ability to control the water. He flicks his fingers in the air, and a column of water quickly emerges on the surface of the water, following the movements of his fingers.

After getting the natal sword, you need to "sharpen the sword".

Of course, it is not literally "sharpening the sword", it refers to the mutual grinding between the monk and the sword, to achieve the state of the unity of human and sword.

Ye Wuchen controlled the water column to shake up and down, thinking.

The most direct way to "sharpen the sword" is to fight, and I just got a natal sword, maybe...

Thinking of this, Ye Wuchen suddenly shook his head—what if Mo Yun thought he was going to beat him specially?

If this method doesn't work, there will only be a contest with the Xianqi faction half a year later, but it's still a bit late.

So he began to recall the outline, how the protagonist sharpened his sword in the book - the first step was to catch Ye Wuchen first.

The water column fell to the water surface with a "snap", splashing water droplets.

Ye Wuchen felt that this day could not be passed.

He sighed hopelessly, not noticing a little fur ball with white hairs and reddish tips slowly floating up from the side of the bucket.

A figure suddenly appeared outside the screen, Ye Wuchen glanced at it, and said lazily: "What is it?"

"Master, what is that round shadow next to the barrel?"

Mo Yun spoke innocently, his tone full of curiosity.

Ye Wuchen looked to the side, his soul was frightened.

Fog Grass!Why is this thing lingering?

It was a small white ball with the tip of the hair slightly soaked, looking at him with blinking red eyes, meeting his gaze, as if anticipating it, suddenly wanted to plunge into the water.

Ye Wuchen grabbed it with quick eyes and hands, and threw it out of the screen cruelly. Mo Yun didn't pick it up, but when the little white ball was floating up and down, he slapped it hard, and slapped it back on the screen again. land.

The little white ball shuddered and floated to the tea table, watching Mo Yun's Biluochun.

Mo Yun heard a cold voice: "Heh."

"No matter how you say it, I have bathed with Master."

Mo Yun didn't get angry, grabbed the teacup with tea in it, and splashed it on his body.

Instead of being annoyed, the little white ball rolled twice on the tea stains on the table.

Ye Wuchen, who was hiding behind the screen and thinking about life, heard a miserable cry in his mind: "Host! The protagonist is playing with me, I feel like I..."

Veins popped up on his forehead, and he cursed in his heart, "It deserves it", but he said on his mouth: "Yun'er, don't bully it."

Mo Yun's hand grabbing the teapot paused for a moment, and finally put it down according to his master's words. Looking at the flamboyant little white ball on the table, he clenched his fist.

Well, there is always a chance to catch it.

At this time, one person and one ball completely forgot that they were originally one.

……

Because there was a protagonist sleeping next to him, Ye Wuchen got up early the next day and went to the first floor alone to order a pot of tea.

For some reason, a lot of people gathered in the inn in the morning, chatting and chatting in groups.

"Do you know, another secret realm has been opened! Many immortal families have come to find out!"

"It's the secret place near Ningpo Mountain Villa. I heard that the last time it was opened was a hundred years ago..."

"The secret realm controlled by the soldiers."

Ye Wuchen seemed to be drinking tea, but he was actually eavesdropping on the words of the guests around him.

There is indeed this secret realm in the outline, but it is forcibly opened by the catalytic protagonist in order for the heroine to enter and play.

Little Baiqiu rarely said a word in a serious manner: "The host is invited to go to the Secret Realm of Soldiers to obtain the Sanshenghua and the Immortal Certificate."

Sanshenghua, Xianzhi Ji.

Hmm... Isn't this fucking the heroine's thing!So if you can't get the chance of the protagonist, you have to go for the heroine, right?

Really, so shameless.

"Sanshenghua helps..."

"Stop talking, I'm the author, I know."

Sanshenghua is a kind of medicinal herb, which has the effect of resurrecting the flesh and bones of the dead; the fairy book is an ancient book, what is said in it, Ye Wuchen wore it before he thought about it.

Little Baiqiu knew this, so he said: "The fairy book contains the high-level formations researched by the ancient monks."

Ye Wuchen sipped tea: "But isn't this the heroine's thing?"

The little white ball floated in front of him, looked straight into his eyes, half-jokingly, half-seriously: "After you take it, you will become the heroine!"

Ye Wuchen sprayed a sip of tea on it, and the little white ball flicked its fur on the spot.

"Who wants to be the heroine!"

Xiaobaiqiu paused for a moment when he flicked his hair, his eyes showed a little injury, but seeing Ye Wuchen's self-deprecating expression, he was a little angry.

"Host, you are no longer the author, you are Ye Wuchen, don't always look at the world from the perspective of a bystander, you—"

it will be sad...

"What a wimp!"

Ye Wuchen originally wanted to slap it, but the little white ball managed to dodge it, and its momentum gradually increased.

"Host, you are in the world of cultivating immortals. The opportunities here have not belonged to anyone from the beginning, so why do you come first and then come first?"

"Can you not, don't look at anyone here from the author's perspective..."

including me.

Ye Wuchen was stunned. Ever since he came to this world, he would always compare the plot with everything that happened here. He seemed to have entered a strange circle of thinking. He obviously wanted to jump out of the plot, but he paid attention to the changes of the plot all the time.

A very contradictory way of thinking.

The little white ball was dangling in front of him, looking a bit resentful.

Ye Wuchen suddenly thought that the book was just a frame set by himself, and even the outline was not rich. It is normal for this world to have some variables.

A person will not grow up according to those rules and regulations, let alone a world that is changing at any time?

After all, he still hasn't fully integrated into this world.

In the end, Ye Wuchen made a light promise.

"I'll pay attention later."