Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

As soon as he returned to the Xianjian Gate, Ye Wuchen was called away by the sect master to discuss the agreement of the Xianqi Sect.

Mo Yun went back to Zhiqing Peak alone.

The scenery on the peak is still the same, it is obvious that he left not long ago, but now it seems like a lifetime away.

He went all the way down the bamboo forest path and found the Lan Que Pavilion. He stood there blankly for a moment before stroking the smooth pillars of the pavilion with his hands.

Why did the "Lan Que Pavilion" in the Demon Realm stop working?

It seems that Ye Wuchen thought he was humiliating him——

"Mo Yun, what do you mean?"

Ye Wuchen was behind him, looking expressionlessly at the Lan Que Pavilion which was under construction.

Mo Yun opened his mouth, but did not speak.

He thought Ye Wuchen would be happy.

However, Ye Wuchen's voice trembled, and he spoke with deep hatred:

"Are you reminding me of my identity—that's right, the elder who used to be invincible in the past was imprisoned here, so he must be humiliated..."

"No."

Mo Yun turned his head and stared at his trembling body, not knowing what to explain for a moment.

If he said that he wanted to please Ye Wuchen... Regardless of whether he could say it or not, if he said it, would Ye Wuchen believe it?

Ye Wuchen didn't pay attention to his excuse, just grabbed a strand of white hair hanging from his chest, smiled self-deprecatingly, and left with his sleeves.

It was also on that day that Lan Que Pavilion in the Demon Realm announced the suspension of work.

Thinking of this, he had already collapsed on the Feilai chair in the pavilion, looking at the verandah on the top of the corridor.

Who made Master unable to help himself?

With Master's ability, he is already one of the strongest in this world, and no one should be able to threaten him.

Unless, that person does not belong to this world.

Mo Yun blinked at the top of the pavilion, and returned to Zhiqing Peak directly after his ascension. He had no impression of the upper realm that people said.

Perhaps it was the people from the "Upper Realm" who were coercing Master.

Fascinated by his thoughts, he inadvertently turned over and rolled himself onto the ground.

"..."

Mo Yun covered the back of his head which had been pounded muffled, got up awkwardly yet gracefully, left Lan Que Pavilion, and slipped into the center of Four Seasons.

In short, what is certain is that Master has not been coerced this time.

The Four Seasons Residence is simple in construction, only divided into the main house and the side house. If I remember correctly, there is a kitchen house in the east.

He rubbed the back of his head and walked east, found the brand new door, and slowly pushed it open.

After he cleaned for Adu, Ye Wuchen cast a cleansing spell on Zhiqing Peak, strictly forbidding him to swing around with a broom every day, so no matter how long it takes, it will always be spotless.

When Mo Yun first came to this place, Ye Wuchen asked someone to build it. He made some simple food for Mo Yun at that time, but was declined, and this place was left idle.

Mo Yun looked at the empty hut, and Ye Wuchen's busy appearance here naturally appeared in his mind. He stayed quietly for a while, and then strode away.

……

Xiao Yichun: "Junior brother."

The head of the Xianqi faction: "Master Ye Xian."

As soon as he entered the door, Ye Wuchen felt two strong gazes, as if he had entered the den of wolves and tigers.

He greeted the two people seated with a smile, and sat down to Xiao Yichun's lower left, opposite to the head of the Xianqi Sect.

"Master Ye, does the agreement still count?"

"nature."

The head of the Xianqi School is named Luo Qingyu, who is dignified and elegant, always smiling, with a purple smoke flute as a weapon around her waist, and has the reputation of "Qingtan Rhyme".

Xiao Yichun couldn't help looking at Ye Wuchen, hesitated to speak, and finally, he could only turn his gaze to Luo Qingyu, with a slightly cold expression: "Master Luo, my junior brother led his disciples to find the natal sword. If you don’t know, please raise your hand.”

Luo Qingyu raised her eyebrows: "I will post in June, if Elder Ye is ready first, he won't miss the appointment."

"But your request is too much!"

"The sect master also knows the rules of my Xianqi sect."

Xiao Yichun gritted his teeth: "This is the Immortal Sword Gate."

Luo Qingyu was also upset: "Why, you want to break the contract because you are the number one door to cultivate immortals?"

Although I don't know what happened between the two, but I can hear the smell of gunpowder in it.

Ye Wuchen pretended to be indifferently shaking the tea in the cup, and said in a cold tone: "I took my apprentice to the Secret Realm of Soldiers to sharpen the sword after searching for the natal sword, so I came back a bit late. Ask, just say it."

Listening to their conversation, it was nothing more than that Luo Qingyu made some request after missing the appointment at Immortal Sword Gate, but Xiao Yichun refused to agree to it considering the character of his junior brother, so a quarrel arose.

Since Ye Wuchen said so, Xiao Yichun could only shut up and stare at Luo Qingyu.

"It's not an extreme request, I just want to invite Immortal Master Ye to come and stay with me for a while longer."

"how long."

"Half a year."

Ye Wuchen looked at Luo Qingyu speechlessly, saw her smiling cleverly, and heaved a sigh of relief: "Leader Luo, let's stop joking."

Luo Qingyu chuckled with her chin propped up: "It is said that Master Ye is old-fashioned and not funny, but in my opinion, the sect master is just like that."

What she said was twisted and twisted, and Xiao Yichun was full of thinking that he could not wrong his junior brother, so he thought for a long time before he understood.

"You've been lying to me?"

Luo Qingyu was speechless: "I was thinking of making a joke, but I didn't expect the sect master to take it seriously."

The resentment on Xiao Yichun's face slowly faded, replaced by embarrassment, he squeezed the space between his brows, "I'm sorry."

"Forget it, I was too confused to joke with the sect master." Luo Qingyu waved his hand, then turned to Ye Wuchen and said, "Master Ye,..."

"How about a month?"

Ye Wuchen spoke first, seeing her dull expression, so he spoke again: "Isn't it like two months?"

Luo Qingyu opened her mouth and looked at him in disbelief, only to see him grit his teeth: "Three months, three months can't be more!"

Ye Wuchen put down the teacup and stared at Luo Qingyu unrelentingly.

She was dumbfounded, Ye Wuchen thought she was not happy, and was about to ask for another half a month, but Luo Qingyu said in a panic: "Enough is enough, there is no need to add more."

She thought that it could be extended to seven days at most, but she didn't expect... the little niece was probably going to die of joy.

Luo Qingyu calmed down her excitement and pretended to be calm: "Then let's leave it at that. When will Immortal Master Ye come?"

Ye Wuchen rested his chin, squinted at Luo Qingyu's reaction, and always felt that he was at a disadvantage.But now he is thinking more about Mo Yun, leaving that child alone in Zhiqing Peak, no matter how he thinks about it, he is not at ease...

But speaking of it, it's time for Mo Yun to meet the heroine.

Ye Wuchen stared, pretending to be distressed: "But my apprentice..."

Luo Qingyu was afraid that people would run away, so she answered immediately: "Why don't you bring the Xianqi faction?"

Ye Wuchen shook his head: "They're all men, so it's inconvenient."

"It's okay, I will arrange separate residences for the two of you."

After sending Luo Qingyu away, Xiao Yichun grabbed Ye Wuchen and stretched out three fingers tremblingly: "Three months?"

Ye Wuchen nodded with a smile.

In order for the protagonist and the heroine to meet, he also tried his best.

However, seeing his satisfied face, Xiao Yichun couldn't help but feel strange things popping up in his head.

"Junior brother, you don't like the female cultivators of the Xianqi sect, do you?"

He managed to get Ye Wuchen's contemptuous look.

"I missed the appointment first, these are what I should do. The sect master also doesn't want the Immortal Sword Sect to be known for not keeping promises."

It was only then that Xiao Yichun realized that, at some point, there was always a calm smile on his face, like a layer of lingering mist, covering his surroundings, unable to see into his heart.

"Junior Brother, you have grown up."

He seemed to be sighing, but also said in relief.

After returning to Zhiqing Peak with the talisman, Ye Wuchen collapsed on his wicker chair without saying a word, swaying leisurely.

He had already made an agreement with Luo Qingyu that when Gu Yu went to the Xianqi faction that day, he still had half a month to fool Mo Yun. Even if he knocked Mo Yun unconscious and carried him away, he would let this little brat meet the heroine!

"Master."

"Ok?"

Ye Wuchen sat up, his mind was full of fooling Mo Yun to go to Xianqi School, so he ignored the small bowl in his hand.

And without the slightest precaution, Mo Yun took a mouthful of the soft thing.

He chewed a few mouthfuls in a daze, the taste was soft, not very sweet, and had the aroma of mung beans.

"...Anything else?"

Ye Wuchen subconsciously asked this sentence.

"There are masters."

Mo Yun smiled and pushed the porcelain bowl in his hand to Ye Wuchen, and bounced all the way back to the kitchen.

Ye Wuchen looked at the glutinous white Yulu Cake in the bowl, suppressed the unreal feeling in his heart, swallowed a few more, and then looked at the Paowu belatedly—couldn't the protagonist make this?

He swallowed the pastry with difficulty, looked at the porcelain bowl in his hand in disbelief, and suddenly grabbed his neck.

Didn't this little bastard take poison?

No, Mo Yun probably couldn't find any medicine that could poison him.

He put down his hand, twirled another piece of Yulu Cake and threw it into his mouth, swinging his legs, doing nothing.

"Master, Poria cocos paste."

"Ah, okay."

"Master, Peach Blossom Crisp."

"Um……"

"Master—"

"I can't eat anymore, I can't eat anymore..."

Ye Wuchen clutched his stomach, unable to look up at the sky - he knew, this little bastard wanted to support him to death.

Mo Yun sat on the stone bench next to the rattan chair, put the soup in his hand on the table, propped up his small face, and stared at him with a smile.

Ye Wuchen panicked from being stared at by him, so he had no choice but to casually talk about a topic: "Did you do all of this?"

"Yes."

Mo Yun still stared at him.

"...Haha, did you learn it by yourself? Awesome."

Mo Yun's smiling face was slowly retracted, but the corners of his mouth were still hooked, the rich aroma of soup rushed into his nose, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito:

"I learned it for my master."

"Ok?"

Ye Wuchen looked back at him, but couldn't hear what he said just now, so he asked again.

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing."

Mo Yun touched the bowl wall with his fingers, and smiled brightly: "Master, do you want some soup?"

Ye Wuchen clutched his stomach, the tip of his nose vaguely lingered with a rich fragrance, he licked his lips.

"Just one bite."

……

"My lord, what are you doing?"

Meihu, who was wearing a robe of raging fire, asked puzzledly.

Mo Yun held the recipe in one hand, and a spoon in the other, stirring the dark stuff in the casserole, he called Meihu over in confusion, "What is 'appropriate amount'?"

I don't know what was added to the pot, and it exudes a strange smell. There are still bones of vegetables and radishes on the stove next to it. Looking at the newly bought cutting board, it has been destroyed.

Meihu held her nose and took two steps back, said: "Your Majesty, don't disturb it, this is not edible."

However, Mo Yun didn't believe this evil, he glanced at Meihu, scooped up the thick black juice with a wooden spoon, and poured it into his mouth with his eyes closed.

"Your honor!"

"Cough, cough."

Mo Yun supported the side of the stove to stand firm, stared blankly at the black soup in the pot, and sighed: "Ask someone to change the pot."

He drank a bowl of water to rinse his mouth, and left feeling a little lonely.

Meihu hurriedly followed.

"Your Majesty, if you want to eat something, you can ask the servants to do it instead of doing it yourself."

Mo Yun strode forward, not listening to his words at all, and even turning his head to ask him in a daze.

"What exactly is 'moderation'?"

In the next few days, Mo Yun became addicted to squatting in the barn, and ran there whenever he had nothing to do.

Hard work paid off, and he finally understood the meaning of "appropriate amount".

When he succeeded in making a plate of Yulu Cake with a pink color, he was distressed, and walked back and forth several times with the plate, and finally handed a small plate of cakes to Meihu dejectedly.

"Give it to Ye Wuchen for me, don't say I gave it to you."

Meihu looked at him in surprise: "If your lord wants him to die, there's no need to go to war like this."

"...I didn't poison you."

"What does His Majesty mean?"

"You just send it."

Meihu took his order, came to the Four Seasons Residence in the Demon Realm, and knocked on the door neither humble nor overbearing.

That was the first time Ye Wuchen saw Meihu in the Demon Realm, and it took him a long time to react. His brows and eyes were gentle: "What's the matter?"

Meihu had seen him more than once, but never at close range, he stared blankly at Ye Wuchen, and even forgot that he was here to deliver pastries.

"Ok?"

Ye Wuchen drew the end of his voice, and Meihu almost dropped the pastry in his hand.

"Send snacks."

"Thank you."

Ye Wuchen took the plate, but Meihu took his hand, staring at Ye Wuchen's indifferent black eyes with a pair of natural winking eyes: "Mr. Ye Xian is really to my liking—"

"boom!"

A door slammed down on the bridge of his nose, and he covered his nose with his hands with a muffled groan, and the Yulu Cake fell to the ground as expected, leaving a fragrance all over the place.

Mo Yun appeared from nowhere, staring at the broken pastry plates on the ground with complicated eyes, and finally looked at the closed door, and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Therefore, Meihu was thrown into the Forbidden Valley to be punished.

The sky is getting late, and the sunset is west.Ye Wuchen, who was overwhelmed by the delicacies cooked by the protagonist, spread out on the rattan chair like a dead fish, and said weakly: "I will go to Xianqi pie on the day of Gu Yu, take care of yourself."

Realizing what he said, Ye Wuchen stood up suddenly, and lay down limply again—this little bastard really wanted to strangle him to death.

"...How long will Master go?"

"Three months."

Ye Wuchen, who thought he said something wrong, covered his forehead, thinking about how to deceive the protagonist.

"Master, can I go then?"

"what?"

"is it not OK……"

Mo Yun bowed his head, drawing circles on the stone table, and the setting sun behind him made him feel extremely lonely.

"Okay, I'm afraid you don't want to go."

Ye Wuchen's face was as gentle as water, and the villain in his heart was happy.

What do you mean it takes no effort at all!