Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Behind the patrol is an enchantment, and after entering, smoke is everywhere, and in front of it is a temple with a gold plaque, named "Taixu".People in white robes came in and out, looking tense.

Maybe the battle situation is urgent, or maybe this is an illusion.Ye Wuchen led the two teenagers into the corridor, but no one came to ask.

Walking to the Taixu Hall, he turned sideways and quietly peeked inside. There was a desk on the jade steps. The man who looked like a god stared blankly into the distance, and then returned to his senses, thinking hard.

The Hall of Taixu is the palace of the rulers of the gods, and people often call the rulers of the gods "immortal emperors".

The scrolls were randomly placed on the ground, and the hall was in disarray. The Immortal Emperor looked at the threshold and mechanically said, "Come in."

Ye Wuchen thought for a moment, left the two children outside, set up a barrier, and went up alone.

"Are you also here to persuade me?" The man wrote something, and said to himself.

Ye Wuchen didn't speak, he really didn't know what to reply.

Immortal Emperor didn't get an answer for a long time, and sighed lightly, "This is what would have happened."

He looked up at Ye Wuchen helplessly, the words he wanted to say suddenly got stuck, and the ink-stained pen fell on his clothes, creating a dark cloud and mist.With a startled expression, he stared at Ye Wuchen in bewilderment.

"you……"

Ye Wuchen didn't understand why he looked back.

After a long time, he slowly shook his head and said with a self-mockery: "Sorry..."

Ye Wuchen planned to ask: "What's wrong?"

The Immortal Emperor looked at him with affectionate and obsessive eyes: "You are an old friend of mine, you look very similar to me."

The Immortal Emperor's eyes lingered on him, seemingly reluctance and remorse.

"Immortal Emperor, why do you say that this is what would have happened?"

"...this has to happen."

The Immortal Emperor looked away from him, stared at the rice paper with some ink dripping on the table, picked up the brush again, and drew on the paper.

It was a picture of a character.

"Let's go."

Ye Wuchen didn't leave, but stood there watching for a while, his painting technique was smooth, and the combination of zigzags and hooks was also very proficient, but the unformed figures in the painting looked familiar.

In the middle of the painting, the Immortal Emperor suddenly stopped writing, looked up into his eyes, and suddenly laughed: "There is blood on my face."

Of course Ye Wuchen knew that he wiped it on himself.

But he still feigned embarrassment and wiped off the blood on his face. The Immortal Emperor looked at it for a moment, dipped his handkerchief in water, and wiped off the dried blood on his face. Ye Wuchen froze on the spot.

The Immortal Emperor leaned forward, with a gentle hand and a serious expression, as if he was treating a god-sent beauty.

Ye Wuchen: "Immortal Emperor?"

"do not move."

The air was quiet and the time was long. Ye Wuchen froze and did not dare to move. It was only when the Immortal Emperor took his hand away that he woke up like a dream.

"You really look like him."

"Xian, what is the relationship between the Immortal Emperor and that old man?"

The Immortal Emperor didn't answer directly, but sat down to think for a while, and said in a bitter tone, "I love him, and I also killed him with my own hands."

"Yes, is it..."

Ye Wuchen touched his neck.

"Then I'll go first..."

The Immortal Emperor stared at him for a moment, then parted his thin lips lightly: "It's really too similar."

Ye Wuchen turned around in a hurry, walking fast, as if there was a ghost chasing after him.

"Oh!"

Caught off guard against a wall of air, Ye Wuchen turned his head in a daze.

The Immortal Emperor said without raising his head, "Can you finish this painting with me?"

What else could Ye Wuchen say, he could only hold his forehead aggrievedly, and said: "Of course."

The Immortal Emperor conjured up a wooden chair and controlled it to float in front of Ye Wuchen, "Sit down."

Ye Wuchen sat down obediently, but his eyes drifted towards the door.

"I will settle down those two children."

Ye Wuchen shuddered immediately.

"Don't be afraid."

Ye Wuchen laughed dryly: "Haha, how could you be afraid..."

Damn, is this illusion so real?

The Immortal Emperor smiled at him, bowed his head and continued to paint.

Ye Wuchen sat on pins and needles, his mind blank.He stared blankly at the man who was serious about painting.

"Host……"

The little white ball weakly arched out from his shoulders, before Ye Wuchen slapped it back before he could see the surroundings clearly.

Little White Ball: "Host?"

"Shh, I'm hooked."

"Who! Who dares!"

The little white ball persevered to get out from his shoulders, using its black hair hanging on the shoulders to cover his small body, his ruby-like eyes fixedly looked at the man with his head hanging down on the desk, he occasionally meditated, and occasionally raised his head Smile at Ye Wuchen.

Seeing that face, the little white ball was stunned, its body suddenly went limp, and one fell to the ground without noticing it.

The Immortal Emperor looked over and saw the small white ball popping out of nowhere on the ground, just smiled, lowered his head and continued to paint.

Ye Wuchen quickly picked up the little white ball and asked in a low voice, "Are you all right?"

Little Baiqiu didn't answer his question, but said with a choked voice: "Host, he is not the real Immortal Emperor."

Ye Wuchen couldn't understand what it said, and said blankly: "This is an illusion, of course it's not the real Immortal Emperor."

The little white ball didn't speak, it just nestled against his neck, making him itch.

"Host, please accompany him."

For some reason, the little white ball was depressed, lost the vitality of the past, and slumped softly in the socket of his neck.

Next, no matter what Ye Wuchen asked, the little white ball didn't answer, but just rubbed against its neck and shoulders to show that it was still alive.

The hall is filled with a faint bamboo fragrance, the Immortal Emperor bowed his head to paint, Ye Wuchen gently caressed the hair of the little white ball, time seemed to stop, it was quiet and warm.

"All right."

The Immortal Emperor blew on the ink on the rice paper, stood it up, and turned the painted side to Ye Wuchen.

Wu Mo draws strong bamboo, Zhu Mo builds a leisure pavilion, and a beautiful man in a white gown leans in the pavilion, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Ye Wuchen touched his face subconsciously - it was not like it anymore, it felt like it was carved out of a mold.

Original owner?

No, the original owner didn't live that long.

"This is?"

"The one I love."

"man?"

"Ah."

The air was silent, the Immortal Emperor put away the painting, walked to him, Ye Wuchen stood up abruptly, and hid aside.

The Immortal Emperor smiled and broke up the air wall, "Sorry for wasting your time, those two children are in the Spring Palace in the east."

Ye Wuchen left in a hurry, the Immortal Emperor looked at his back, and said: "The battlefield is dangerous, you..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the Immortal Emperor seemed to mutter: "Forget it, I'm going to die."

The flying clouds were swaying, the fairy mist was erratic, and the faces of the people who came and went were stern, and they walked towards Taixu Hall with a little anger.

Ye Wuchen ran towards the east like a wind, and almost knocked the little white ball off his shoulder.

Running to an uninhabited place, Ye Wuchen grabbed the pillar next to him with black lines all over his face.

"What's going on with this Immortal Emperor?!"

The little white ball was dizzy from his jolt: "Then that is not the Immortal Emperor."

"Of course I know, this is the illusion in the Secret Realm of Soldiers, isn't it the illusion of the battle between gods and demons?"

Little Baiqiu: "The illusion is a war between gods and demons, but whether it is the immortal emperor in the war between gods and demons, or the immortal emperor in the illusion, they are not real immortal emperors."

Ye Wuchen was successfully stunned by it.

"What is it... Who is the person in the painting?"

The little white ball stopped talking and seemed to have refused to communicate with the outside world.

Ye Wuchen, who didn't get an answer for a long time, was a little annoyed, so he simply questioned the "stick to the plot" system in his heart, but he still couldn't get an answer.

Little White Ball: "I let him sleep."

Ye Wuchen: "..."

The Spring Feeling Palace is relatively remote, and Ye Wuchen searched for a long time before finding it.

The fairy flowers in front of the palace are fragrant, and the grass is fragrant.The rich door is half-closed, only bead curtains and embroidered curtains, painted buildings and carved eaves can be seen inside.Ye Wuchen strode into the house, first caught Ai Lin who was watching in front of the door, and then was thrown down by Mo Yun, and the little white ball was frightened instantly.

"Master!"

Mo Yun lay in his arms, wrapping his arms around his delicate waist, with tears in his eyes: "Master..."

Ye Wuchen was thrown to the ground, he reached out and rubbed the young man's head: "Yes."

Mo Yun hugged him tightly, glanced up, saw Ye Wuchen's slightly rolling Adam's apple, his cheeks were hot, and then saw the little white ball that was an eyesore.

The little white ball didn't seem to be in a very good mood, her ruby-like eyes were slightly distracted, being so close, even Mo Yun's mood was a little gloomy.

The boy in his arms hadn't gotten up yet, Ye Wuchen simply hugged him around the waist, hugged him whole body, then turned sideways and got up, holding Mo Yun with one hand, and holding Aylin with the other. : "No injury?"

Mo Yun, who suddenly flew into the air, subconsciously hugged Ye Wuchen's neck, and was stunned.

Aylin was led by him to sit beside the bed on the jade steps, and slowly shook his head.

"We came here suddenly, and we didn't see anyone on the way."

Ye Wuchen sat down with Mo Yun in his arms, thinking: "This is an illusion, there are usually two ways to break the illusion, one is to find the key figures in the illusion to fight, and the other is to follow the orders of the creator of the illusion. "

This is what the disciples of the sect must learn in the first class, but considering that Ayrin has not practiced systematically, so he said it by the way.

Ayrin nodded hurriedly beside him.

"Hello Xianjun, this is the sound transmission I left behind, welcome to my secret realm, you are very unlucky, this is an illusion based on the battlefield of the war between gods and demons, if you don't pay attention, you will die in the So. Do you want to go out? Then find out the reason why the war between gods and demons started!"

There was a soft voice in the void, this voice was very familiar, it was the voice of the blue soldier spirit.

Ye Wuchen: "..."

Mo Yun straddled his lap and grabbed his neck like a koala.

In normal times, the little white ball would definitely educate him, but now it is not in the mood.

The bamboo fragrance was light, lingering around the tip of the nose, and Mo Yun, who had consumed a lot of spiritual power, suddenly felt sleepy, with his eyes half-opened and half-closed, he simply leaned on Ye Wuchen and fell asleep.

Ye Wuchen ignored him, trying to figure out the specific content of the war between gods and demons in his mind. There are many records in the ancient books, but the reason for the war was not mentioned.

At this time, the little white ball was attached to his ear, and Yan Yan said: "The host... I know the reason."

"What is it?"

"It's because of the person pretending to be the Immortal Emperor."

"Pretending?"

"Well, but even if you don't pretend to be an immortal emperor, these things will still happen."

Little Baiqiu was chattering, talking for a long time but still didn't understand what happened.

"Why did that person pretend to be the Immortal Emperor?"

The little white ball was silent for a long time before it said: "To find someone."

After that, the little white ball ran away, and there was no response to how it called.Although it didn't say much, it still pointed out a way for Ye Wuchen - Immortal Emperor.

Ye Wuchen, who was about to get up and go to Taixu Hall again, was suddenly rubbed by Mo Yun, and his whole body froze.Only then did he realize that there was a protagonist in his arms, Ye Wuchen was so frightened that his heart beat endlessly.

After the boy fell asleep, his whole body was limp, but he couldn't pull it off no matter how hard he pulled.

Ye Wuchen feels that he is now a tree with a protagonist.Afterwards, he mustered up the courage to wake up Mo Yun, and he got a confused and ignorant look.

"Master?"

Mo Yun looked at his chin in confusion, and then plunged into Ye Wuchen's neck.

Ye Wuchen suddenly felt that the protagonist might be looking for his veins, and immediately, the protagonist in his arms was moved to the bed by him like a hot potato.

The jade bed was hard and cold, Mo Yun woke up dissatisfied, and rubbed his sleeping flushed face like a hamster: "Master."

"Go to Taixu Hall."

Ye Wuchen led the two little tails and swaggered out. There were many people kneeling in front of the Taixu Hall, and there was a dense mass of people. On the Qingyushi Street, there stood a handsome man.

He looked at the people below like ants, his eyes were cold, and the words he said hurt people even more.

"Do you want to die on the battlefield, or be killed by me?"

As he spoke, he drew out the long sword at his side and stabbed the heart of the person closest to him mercilessly, then violently withdrew the long sword, bringing out blood all over the place.

He has a gentle body and a soft face. He is obviously a gentleman, but his behavior is like a perverted murderous monster.

The blood in the air gradually covered up the faint scent of bamboo, the Immortal Emperor frowned, kicked the corpse away, took out a white handkerchief embroidered with green bamboo, and carefully wiped the blood off the long sword.

Aylin was so frightened that he immediately hid behind Ye Wuchen.

"Immortal Emperor, why do you let us bury you with you!"

With a smile on the corner of the Emperor's mouth, he said coldly: "Isn't this your honor?"

A man suddenly stood up in the middle, and said angrily: "Bah! You kill children and old people, and if you don't want to go to the battlefield, you can execute them on the spot. What kind of fairy emperor are you! You are not worthy! I think you are from the demon clan." I climbed up from the ground! It's so disgusting..."

Before the man finished speaking, he exploded and died.

The Immortal Emperor's five fingers became claws, paused in the air, and said: "I'm quite disgusting, but it's not your turn to say it."

The Immortal Emperor's actions successfully aroused public outrage, and black people stood up one after another. When the battle between gods and demons was raging, they all went out to crusade against the Immortal Emperor.

The Immortal Emperor seemed to have expected this a long time ago, he resolved every move without changing his face, and pierced everyone's chest neatly, with such a vicious technique, like a ghost threatening his life in hell.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Ye Wuchen hurriedly grabbed the two children and ran back to the Spring Palace. Unexpectedly, he was stared at by a sharp-eyed person. The person grabbed his clothes, and his whole face was covered with blood. other's.

"deserter!"

The corner of Ye Wuchen's mouth twitched, he kicked the man away forcefully, and ran away with the two children.

Who deserted with you? A phantom still expects me to risk my life for you?

On the bluestone steps, the Immortal Emperor glanced this way, stayed for a moment, and then slowly moved away.