Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

In ancient times, the demons waged war against the gods, but the venue was chosen in the mortal world. Many innocent mortals were implicated, and their lives were burnt and corpses were strewn across the field.

The gods took pity on them, and moved the venue to a deep mountain and valley, and set up an enchantment to isolate the battlefield from the outside world. A three-year-long battle between gods and demons was about to break out.

Three years later, the barrier was shattered, and some mortals dared to break in, only to see scars everywhere, and the dragon's blood was black and yellow.

Gods, demons, and humans are left alone to the mortal race.

For decades, mortals are no longer afraid of the demons, nor can they yearn for the gods. They thought that life could be more comfortable, but without the protection of the gods for mortals, monsters wantonly hunt and kill humans; without the deterrence of the demons, refugees everywhere Run around, kill, rob.

Under such circumstances, countless people began to seek the method of cultivating immortals, and created countless sects of cultivating immortals, the most prominent of which was Immortal Sword Sect.

Later, there were some people with evil intentions, who searched the battlefield of the battle between gods and demons, found the remnants of the demon clan, carefully studied the method of demon cultivation, recreated the demon clan, burned, killed and looted in the mortal world, and was suppressed by the immortal cultivators.

Hundreds of years later, a monk who came to the Gods and Demons Battlefield to worship was accidentally brought into the Ningpo Villa and got his own natal weapon, so the story of the villa spread.

Later, some people claimed to have seen the Bing Ling in the villa, and there were various rumors about the Bing Ling in the market.

The existence of the Bingling Secret Realm is not a secret. It is rumored that the opening of the Bingling Secret Realm depends on the mood of the Bingling, because the opening time of it is uncertain, it may be opened once in a thousand years, or it may be opened twice in a month.

But now, Ye Wuchen brought his little apprentice to that deep valley.

Now the valley is shrouded in smog, only the murmur of the brook, the chirping of birds, or the tangy and dark fragrance can be heard.

The monks who came here attracted one after another, or soared in the air, or looked into the distance amidst the smog.

Ye Wuchen drove Yunchen, looking at the simple door in mid-air.

The dark golden gate is as high as two people. The gate is carved with dragons and phoenixes, surrounded by streamers of light. The lower part is supported by a thick cloud. There are two sharp swords in front of the gate. The long sword is inlaid with gold and jade, elegant and luxurious.

They stood there reservedly, like two inspectors.

The thick cloud under the door thinly separated a few wisps of white smoke from the body, wrapping around the waist of each monk.

The smoke seemed to have substance, softly encircling Ye Wuchen's waist, lightly touching it with your fingers, a hole would be poked out of the cloud of smoke.

Ye Wuchen's playfulness increased greatly, and he poked the cloud of smoke with great joy.

Seeing this, Mo Yun next to him poked like Ye Wuchen, but Yun Yan, who was tied around his waist, bit his finger unconvinced.

Mo Yun: "..."

Slowly, the cloud on Ye Wuchen's waist slid down his legs, as if trying to lift him up.

But Ye Wuchen was riding the cloud and dust at this time, and it was not easy to bear the force.

Then a few wisps of smoke drifted over and lifted him up. Ye Wuchen sat on a floating cloud, subconsciously looked down at Mo Yun, and found that he was picked up by Yun Yan.

Mo Yun's face was a little ugly, but when he met Ye Wuchen's gaze, he reflexively showed a small smile.

Both of them left the cloud and dust, the big flying fish turned around in the air, after confirming that there was no one on its back, its body suddenly became smaller, and it spit out a colorful bubble from its small mouth, encircling itself, and slowly found the fish. Ye Wuchen motioned Ye Wuchen to put it away.

These days, Yunchen was placed in Xanadu, and got acquainted with the old man in Xanadu. Although the old man always wanted to make fish head soup with him, he still formed a deep bond for one person and one fish during the beating and killing. friendship.

Ye Wuchen was brought to the gate by Xiao Yunduo, the graceful and luxurious sword circled around him and retreated to the gate.

The door opened, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness inside, with the outlines of trees vaguely visible, but it was still unclear.

That cloud led Ye Wuchen slowly inside.

Mo Yun was still entangled with another sword, he shouted anxiously: "Master!"

Ye Wuchen turned his head slowly, seeing his anxious look, smiled softly, "See you in the secret realm."

Mo Yun was still carried by Yun Yan, and could only watch helplessly as Ye Wuchen sank into a vast expanse of whiteness.He thumped twice on the spot, the sword finally let go, and the cloud of smoke carried him into the gate.

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The hard concrete road, the dirty snow blocks trampled by passers-by, the deafening sound of firecrackers, and the dazzling red paper-cut New Year pictures.In the snow and wind, in the cold weather, Ye Wuchen stepped on the snow with bare feet, and put on an adult cotton jacket that was found from a trash can. The brown jacket had a hole, and the cotton inside came out. Some time later, the little hands exposed outside were red from the cold, Ye Wuchen wrapped his clothes tightly and couldn't help breathing into the palms of his hands.

This cement road has just been repaired, and the original low brick and tile houses along the street are still there. Every household has posted the word "Fu" and replaced it with fresh red lanterns. Children in new jackets gather around the street tremblingly. of lit firecrackers.

"Bam—"

Ye Wuchen was startled by the sudden loud noise, and shrank involuntarily.

His attire is very conspicuous on the street, whether it's his dirty cheeks or his huge tattered padded jacket, he tried to escape from this place as quickly as a street mouse, but was still discovered by a child.

The child held a lighter in his hand, ran over and grabbed the white cotton exposed from Ye Wuchen's coat, and pulled it out violently. Then seeing Ye Wuchen's panicked appearance, he let the lighter in his hand burst into flames maliciously.

Ye Wuchen stared at the small flame, rubbed his red hands, and wanted to touch it, but the child quickly extinguished the flame and did not let him touch it.

"Want it?"

Ye Wuchen gasped, did not speak, but nodded slightly.

The child smiled triumphantly, and made a face at him: "No!"

Then, as if to show his majesty, he lit the tuft of cotton and threw it into the ice and snow. After stepping on it a few times, he threw the lighter on the snow: "Seeing how pitiful you are, I will give it to you!"

Ye Wuchen picked up the lighter without hesitation, looked at the bottom layer of liquid in the plastic bottle, and put it away.

There was originally a hat on this tattered coat, but it was bitten by a dog on the street, and only half of it remained. The thin two-layer cloth could not play any role in keeping warm.

Fortunately, this coat is long enough to cover the ankles.

He huddled and walked in the snow, turning a deaf ear to the laughter and laughter on the street, and only shivered occasionally when the firecrackers sounded.

His last meal was given by a kind brother. Just yesterday, it was five barbecued pork buns and a cup of soy milk. After the brother bought it for him, he rode away on his bicycle. It must be something urgent.

He had been walking for a day, and when he came to this unremarkable town, the people in the town hid away when they saw him—no one wanted to be tainted with bad luck during the Chinese New Year.

This is other people's excitement, and he will never be able to melt into it.

My stomach is already very hungry, and my hands and feet are numb from the cold. Winter in the south is always heart-wrenching.

The tip of his nose smelled a scent sensitively. Following the scent, he saw a steamed stuffed bun shop that was about to close the stall. The owner of the shop was a fat man with a big belly. Ye Wuchen stared at it for a moment, then walked towards the steamed stuffed bun shop.

He has done this kind of thing many times, as long as he reacts quickly, the owner of the shop can only yell at him behind him, even if he is caught, he will just be beaten up.

He was only a little higher than that table, and it happened that the boss was talking to a woman again, so he didn't care about this, so he stretched his hand to the cage where the snow-white warm buns were placed.

The cold little hand touched the hot bun, Ye Wuchen's body trembled unconsciously, he grabbed the bun, and was about to get away, when a child's call came from a distance.

"Thief!"

The fat boss turned his head and met his gaze. Ye Wuchen ran away, stuffing the bun he got into his mouth while running, but halfway through, he was caught by the kid who threw the lighter.

He is taller than Ye Wuchen, pointing at his nose arrogantly: "I knew you were not a good guy!"

Then he raised his hand, leaving a palm print on Ye Wuchen's flushed face.

"Snapped!"

His cheeks were piercingly hurt from the cold, and he was slapped again, which was even more painful. Ye Wuchen's face was slapped aside, but his hands were still busy stuffing the buns into his mouth.

After eating the buns, he licked the grease stains on his hands, looked coldly at the lighter kid, and punched him in the face, directly on the bridge of his nose. The kid didn't expect him to fight back, and covered himself With a sore nose, his expression was horrified.

Ye Wuchen knew that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, so he ran away quickly, but the fat boss came after him, and when he saw the child with a lighter covering his nose and teary eyes, his eyes widened with anger.

"Steal something and beat my son?"

He raised his fat, thick palm, Ye Wuchen was shrouded in a shadow, and couldn't help trembling, until the palm hit him mercilessly on the face, knocking him to the ground.

The fat man kicked him twice, and even spit on the ground before leaving, "Smelly beggar."

In the icy and snowy world, the child in the adult padded jacket tried a few times but failed to get up. The bright red dots on the crystal clear snow were eye-catching. His head was buzzing, but he subconsciously wiped his nose and his hand was bright red.

The cold wind is biting, winter is always so indifferent, and people's enthusiasm will not be left to a stinky beggar for no reason.

"Master?"

The unique and crisp juvenile voice rang in my ears, and my body gradually warmed up... Who is it?

Ye Wuchen slowly opened his eyes, there was still mist in his eyes, as if he was ignorant when he first came to the world.

There is a burning fire in front of it, which dispels the chill in the sky, and illuminates the surrounding concave and convex stone walls warm yellow. The surrounding environment looks like a cave.

Mo Yun was overjoyed, and suddenly found that the corners of his eyes were gradually glowing with water, he was a little startled, and looked at Ye Wuchen with one hand in a daze.

But Ye Wuchen was still immersed in that dream, Mo Yun's outstretched hand in front of him overlapped with the raised palm in the dream, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he closed his eyes reflexively, his slender and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and his pale face tilted On one side, the side face was covered by hair, curled up, trembling cautiously.

The burning fire crackled, and the fire shone on Ye Wuchen's face, but the warm light evoked the loneliness and helplessness in his heart.

The protruding hand was clumsily retracted, and the pupils were imprinted with fragile shadows.

His master, never had he appeared like this before.

The two words that were about to come out were delayed.

As soon as they entered the secret realm, they were greeted by strong rosemary. This fragrance can make people stunned. They dreamed of things that they least wanted to face. For some reason, he was not affected by rosemary at all. No trace of Ye Wuchen.

He found Ye Wuchen in a coma in this cave. Seeing Ye Wuchen tightening his body, he lit a fire beside him and watched silently.

He didn't know what happened to Ye Wuchen, the only thing he knew was that those encounters would make Ye Wuchen uncomfortable.

The flame was a little small, Mo Yun pushed his spiritual power to increase the flame, then looked at Ye Wuchen who was shivering in the corner, stepped forward slowly, knelt down and hugged him gently.

Ye Wuchen trembled all over, and immediately realized who was hugging him.

The neck is a little cold.

"Master..."

Before Mo Yun could say any words of comfort, he heard Ye Wuchen apologize.

"Gaffe."

Ye Wuchen gently pushed Mo Yun away, got up and flicked his clothes, and looked at him tenderly as before: "Thank you."

Mo Yun looked at the hands that hugged him with a disappointed expression, but he quickly adjusted his mood and smiled at Ye Wuchen.

Master seems to be deliberately maintaining a distance between the two of them.

For some reason, Ye Wuchen saw bitterness in that smile.

Shaking his head, Ye Wuchen wrapped his clothes tightly, tried to ignore the dream, looked around and asked: "Yun'er, where do you plan to go first?"

There was a cold wind blowing from the entrance of the cave, and it was winter outside. There was a barrier set up by Mo Yun at the entrance of the cave, but the barrier couldn't block much wind, so Ye Wuchen stepped forward to strengthen it.

Mo Yun didn't answer directly, he took firewood and pounded the fire, the strong man said casually: "Master, what did you dream about?"

Ye Wuchen, who was arranging the barrier, paused for a moment, did not turn around, and said calmly, "No..."

Mo Yun interrupted directly: "Master, do you still remember the rosemary you told me about?"

Ye Wuchen kept his mouth shut, of course he knew that he had taught Mo Yun a lesson about rosemary.

Seeing that Ye Wuchen stopped talking, Mo Yun walked up to him, grabbed his sleeve habitually, and his voice was tinged with distress: "Master, you used to..."

"it's already over."

Ye Wuchen interrupted him.

He didn't want to, and there was no need to recall the past.

Why should we deliberately remember those years without dignity?

Mo Yun gripped his sleeves a little tighter, and looked up at Ye Wuchen's side face, that expression was no longer gentle, but a strange indifference.

His master seemed to wrap himself in a shell called "gentleness", and used tenderness to face the sun, moon and stars, but kept the cruelest side to himself, unwilling to share it with outsiders.

It was determined a long time ago that maybe Ye Wuchen was replaced by another person the moment he was reborn.

That was the gentleness bestowed upon him by the heavens, but this gentleness was covered with sharp thorns towards the heart. He couldn't see those thorns, so he could only blend into Ye Wuchen's heart as much as possible and pull out the thorns.

Mo Yun's thoughts surged, and he reached into Ye Wuchen's wide sleeve, and gently touched his fingertips, carefully and instantly.

The outside is the color of severe cold snow, the ground is covered with a crystal snow blanket, the towering trees are covered with white snow, and the path in the forest goes deep.