Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The Xianqi faction was established 700 years ago, and the ninth head was only 15 years old when he took office. The guardian was afraid that she would be greedy for the world of mortals, so he set the rule of "don't be greedy for lust before the age of 20".

But later, the head of No. 17 found out that the disciples in the sect were having trouble with expatriate men, and angrily changed the sect rules to "You must not commit adultery before the age of 20, and those who violate it will be expelled from the sect."

"That's about it."

Mo Yun was lying on the bed flipping through a heavy book, pointing to a line of words on it, and muttering words.

He had just finished taking a shower, wearing a loose bathrobe, and the two calves that were deliberately exposed were white and clean. Ye Wuchen frowned and looked at the rain outside the window, and forced his legs into the quilt: "Don't catch a cold."

"..."

Mo Yun buried his face in the pillow sullenly, then turned over, trying to kick off the quilt covering his body, but Ye Wuchen covered him even tighter.

He gave up.

Master didn't care about him at all.

Ye Wuchen took the book next to him and leaned on the bedside to read it.

This is one of the history books of the Xianqi Sect. Mo Yun asked for it from Luo Xianling, and it records the evolution of the Xianqi Sect's sect rules since its inception.

Luo Qingyu is the seventh head of No.20. She has not added or rectified any school rules, and has always followed the original rules.

Ye Wuchen leaned against the head of the bed, rubbing his fingers on the book.

If the previous head has an agreement with the next head, a contract must be concluded to ensure that the agreement will be fulfilled by the next head, otherwise the next head will be regarded as disrespectful.

If the contract is violated, it will be backlashed by the contract. The backlash target may be the contractor or the entire sect.

It all depends on whether they will enter themselves or the sect into the contract when they form the contract.

And the former heads of some sects will force their own sects into the contract because of their own selfish desires, so that the next head will obediently abide by the agreement.

"Master, stop reading and look at me."

Seeing that he was fascinated, Mo Yun leaned in front of him unconvinced, met his slightly dazed peach eyes, and saw the faint glint of water inside, and instantly surrendered.

"Master, you continue to read, I'm going to sleep first..."

Mo Yun hurriedly hid under the quilt, wrapped himself like a bug, and didn't want to see anyone.

Ye Wuchen glanced at him suspiciously, and then stared at the unfading twilight outside the window, somewhat inexplicably.

The protagonist is tired from cooking?

The next day, Luo Qingyu was seriously injured and returned to the sect, which alarmed many disciples.After she recuperated for a few days, Ye Wuchen went to Lan Zhiju to visit and ask some questions.

The cloister is made of wood, carved wooden railings, and stone ladders are paved layer by layer. The pillars on both sides of the ladder are carved with phoenixes flying. Upward is the elegant and comfortable Lanzhiju.

Luo Qingyu met him in the main hall, the same as at Immortal Sword Gate, but his face was paler.

Ye Wuchen bowed his head slightly, "Is Master Luo better?"

Luo Qingyu nodded and asked him to sit down.

After the two of them chatted casually, Ye Wuchen suddenly said, "Sect Master Luo, isn't he going to change the rules of the sect?"

As long as that door rule is amended or abolished, those disciples don't have to worry about it anymore.

Luo Qingyu hesitated for a moment, as if she didn't expect him to ask this question, she looked down at her nails for a while, then looked up dignifiedly, "I can't change it."

She was always smiling, but the smile didn't reach her eyes, and she looked a little tired.

Kind of familiar.

"It can't be changed..." Ye Wuchen looked away, pinched his face, and asked: "How about adding one, such as involuntary disregard."

Luo Qingyu lowered her eyes slightly, and said, "I thought about it too, but I can't."

She lowered her head, her ebony hair covered her cheeks, Ye Wuchen took a glance, and suddenly remembered something.

"Why are you checking now?"

Bai Yusheng's virtues are basically known by the entire sect. Since they knew he would commit crimes, why did they delay until now for a "collective investigation and killing".

Moreover, when those disciples encountered such a thing, they would not disclose it because of the school rules. Who leaked it and caused such a murder?

"...The immortal master knows a lot."

Luo Qingyu raised her head and smiled at Ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen smiled back: "There has been a lot of movement recently, and I accidentally heard some."

After all, several disciples came to Zhushe these days, and Mo Yun was so angry that he shut himself up.

Although I don't know what he is angry about.

Luo Qingyu pondered for a while before opening her mouth: "I found a bunch of my disciple's personal belongings and some dirty diaries in Bai Yusheng's room..."

"I understand." Ye Wuchen got up, and smiled at Luo Qingyu: "I know some spells to dissolve the contract, if you need it, you can come to me."

He smiled warmly, and the spring sun behind him fell on his hair, which was golden and beautiful.

Luo Qingyu stood up abruptly, her beautiful eyes widened: "The immortal master knows about the contract?"

"I don't know, but I guessed something."

"This way..." Luo Qingyu was a little distracted, she raised her hand, and her eyes refocused on Ye Wuchen's face, this man is very confident.

"Okay, let's trouble Master Ye then."

She said so.

On the way back, Ye Wuchen was floating when he walked, and almost bumped into Mo Yun who was carrying a cup of soup.

The original owner's memory of the spell to terminate the contract is not at all.

But, why did he have that kind of spell in his memory, and it was recorded in detail? He only wrote the outline in this book, not so detailed...

Ye Wuchen began to think about life while drinking the soup.

This memory is a bit long, and the spells become clearer the more he thinks about them, but he has no way of knowing why he knows these spells.

But I vaguely remember that he... seems to have learned it when he was a child.

"boom!"

Ye Wuchen held the spoon in his mouth, leaned back involuntarily, and fell to the ground together with the stool, looked around ignorantly, a strong sense of unreality flooded his heart.

How could he have learned such a thing as a child?

Could it be that the memory of the original owner was mixed with his memory?

Thinking of this, he summoned the little white ball in his heart.

No answer.

Ye Wuchen called out a few more times, and even changed a few ways of addressing, but still no one answered.

Ah, he forgot, the little white ball has been busy suppressing the "stick to the plot" system for the past few days, which made it faint from exhaustion, basically sleeping every day.

Just leave it alone.

Ye Wuchen sighed, and was about to get up, but was pushed back to the ground again by Mo Yun who rushed over after hearing the voice.

Mo Yun tripped over the chair, and now he is supporting his body with his arms, staring into his eyes in panic.

But Ye Wuchen still had a spoon in his mouth, the scene looked a little funny.

"Master, Master."

In an instant, Mo Yun's face was flushed, he looked at Ye Wuchen's face in a daze, and finally, his eyes fell on the white porcelain spoon.

By coincidence, Mo Yun opened his mouth and bit the other end of the spoon, tremblingly dropped the spoon on the ground beside him, then propped his elbows on the ground, blushing, "Master, I can't hold it..."

Ye Wuchen looked at the young man who was close at hand in astonishment, before his head could react, his body moved.

He hugged Mo Yun into his arms, and said softly, "If you can't hold on, just lie down for a while."

After hugging for a while, Ye Wuchen suddenly realized, shouldn't he get up if he can't hold on?

But the person is already in his arms, and it's not good to push it out, so Ye Wuchen resigned to his fate and hugged it.

Little did he know that Mo Yun in his arms was already distracted, and his ears were turning red.

"Master Ye Immortal."

Two girls came in from the open door, Tang Wanfeng who spoke out, and Luo Xianling who was gradually gaining some vitality walked straight up to them.

"Master Immortal... what are you doing?"

Luo Xianling squatted down curiously, staring at the back of Mo Yun's head.

"Just had a fall."

Ye Wuchen turned over, brought up Mo Yun who was hot in his arms, picked up the spoon on the ground by the way, and looked at the two uninvited girls.

"Is there a problem?"

Luo Xianling regained her mood, and her smile became brighter. She jumped up and wanted to hug Ye Wuchen for a moment, but Mo Yun quickly pushed him away.

Mo Yun pinched his blushing face, and said in a cold voice: "If you have something to say, don't touch it."

Luo Xianling looked at him dissatisfied: "You used to have a big sister, why are you so fierce now, and I didn't spoil your good deeds."

Hearing this, Mo Yun's eyes flickered suddenly, and he hid from Ye Wuchen.

Fortunately, she turned her attention to Ye Wuchen after teasing Mo Yun, "Thank you Immortal Master Ye!"

Ye Wuchen was a little puzzled: "Thank me for what?"

Luo Xianling looked at him with a smile, and said, "Didn't the immortal master find the master this morning? Just now we received news from the master that the disciples found to be unclean will not be expelled from the sect for the time being!"

As she spoke, she unconsciously approached Ye Wuchen, but this time before Mo Yun could stop her, Tang Wanfeng pulled her back by the collar.

Tang Wanfeng glanced at Mo Yun, then smiled and said to Ye Wuchen: "Although sister-in-law didn't say it clearly, the disciples all guessed that it was because of Master Ye, the head of the sect, that they did this."

Ye Wuchen smiled, he didn't expect Luo Qingyu to trust him so much, but fortunately he has confidence in those techniques, otherwise he would really let these little guys down.

But now, he seems to be drawn into this matter as well.

Tang Wanfeng: "However, Immortal Master Ye, the pregnant disciple has been found."

The pregnant disciple is the most likely murderer of Bai Yusheng.

Ye Wuchen asked with some concern: "How did the guardians deal with it?"

Luo Xianling sighed: "That disciple is eighteen, and the Dharma protector wanted her to have an abortion, but she hated Bai Yusheng very much, and said that she would give birth to this child and torture her. Now she is locked up."

Tang Wanfeng: "Many people advised her that the child is innocent, so kill it if you don't want it, and don't let him suffer this crime, but that senior sister didn't listen."

"And she also pleaded guilty." Mo Yun suddenly added, and then immediately explained to Ye Wuchen: "I heard it from the cook."

Tang Wanfeng glanced at the sleeve of Ye Wuchen who was being dragged tightly by him, thought of something, slightly frowned, but finally nodded at Ye Wuchen.

"That senior sister is pregnant, and the person who killed her is a bastard. Even the sect leader can't help but lock her up and give her half a month to reflect."

Ye Wuchen nodded, planning to write down the spell to terminate the contract first, so as to relieve other children's worries.

After explaining to the three children, he went to the next room to get a pen and paper, and silenced what was in his mind.

It's strange, he knows where these things come from, but he can't remember who taught him.

He wrote it all down, and copied it neatly on another piece of paper, even he was a little baffled.

These are the contents of the "Rare Scrolls" in the Zangshu Pavilion of Xianjianmen, but neither he nor the original owner has ever been to the Zangshu Pavilion.

How did he know that these things came from Zangshu Pavilion?

In the next room, Mo Yun used his spiritual energy to warm the hot soup on the table, washed the white porcelain spoon, and then put it into the soup.

Luo Xianling smelled the aroma and came over: "Is this from the restaurant? Why didn't I get such a good soup?"

Mo Yun: "I made it for Master."

"You can cook at such a young age?"

"Who is the little one, I am as tall as you."

Luo Xianling stood up straight and compared with him, making a small gap between her thumb and forefinger: "I'm a little taller than you."

Mo Yun scoffed at her behavior.

Tang Wanfeng on the other side looked at Mo Yun silently, frowning tightly, she suddenly smiled at Mo Yun: "Xiao Xianjun Mo, can I ask you to come out for a while?"

Looking at the smile she tried to force, Mo Yun knew that it would not be a good thing for her to ask him to go out, so his face remained unchanged: "No."

The smile on Tang Wanfeng's face faltered, but she continued to say persistently, "I want to talk to you about Immortal Master Ye."

Mo Yun re-examined her, smoothly closed the lid of the small casserole, walked to the door and stretched his face: "Let's go, sister."

Tang Wanfeng frowned and followed, and by the way locked Luo Xianling in the room, and told him, "Don't steal from Little Immortal Mo."

Luo Xianling, who had just stretched out her claws to the small casserole, withdrew her hand indifferently.

On a sunny day in April, the peach blossoms on the tree became more and more luxuriant. Mo Yun found a thicker branch and sat on it. Looking at Tang Wanfeng on the ground, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smirk: "Sister wants to talk to me." say what?"

Tang Wanfeng looked at the young man who was smiling like a flower, but what he thought of was Ye Wuchen who was dressed in white.

She said: "You seem to like Immortal Master Ye very much."

Mo Yun nodded, not denying it.

"Is it the kind of liking I mentioned?" Tang Wanfeng looked at him with a serious face and sharp eyes.

He picked a branch of peach blossoms, tilted his head to look at the pink and tender petals and stamens, like a child who doesn't understand the language of flowers, and even under this kind of questioning, he ignorantly asked another question: "What is sister talking about?" kind of like?"

"It's that kind of love between Taoist couples."

He pinned the flower branch to his waist, stared at Tang Wanfeng with crooked eyes, suddenly put away all his smiles, and said coldly: "So what, can you kill me?"

Tang Wanfeng was taken aback by his sudden sharp eyes, but still stared back unwillingly: "Do you know what kind of emotion this is, just say so!"

The young man in red on the tree raised his eyebrows, jumped down from the peach tree in an instant, and came to her with his clothes fluttering, and whispered a few words in her ear, which made the girl's cheeks turn red and she glared angrily.

He took two steps back, leaned against the peach tree, folded his hands, "Guess, do I understand?"

"However, I don't dare to do that to my master. You can rest assured that he is the treasure I hold on top of my heart. I can understand my feelings for him better than anyone else."

He took off the peach blossom around his waist and looked at it gently.

It's ridiculous to say these words from a 13-year-old child.But his expression was so serious that Tang Wanfeng believed it.

She struggled a little more in the end, "Master Ye may not agree with this feeling."

Mo Yun paused, and smiled more gently: "Then subtly make him... fall in love with me."

He has suppressed the love for several lifetimes, he is very greedy and wants a happy ending.

Back at the bamboo house, Ye Wuchen had already given the copied spell to the protector sent by Luo Qingyu, and now he was sharing the soup made by Mo Yun with Luo Xianling.

Mo Yun came in with a smiling face, slipped behind Ye Wuchen, and secretly replaced the jade hairpin on his head with a sharpened peach blossom branch. When Ye Wuchen realized it, Mo Yun had already run across the table with the jade hairpin.

Ye Wuchen touched his head silently.

"Master, lighten up, the peach blossoms are about to shatter."

Ye Wuchen put down his hands and glared at him: "Why are you putting flowers on my head?"

Mo Yun smiled cleanly.

Ye Wuchen thought, maybe the protagonist is sick.

As soon as Tang Wanfeng came in, she saw the dazzling peach blossoms on Ye Wuchen's head. She sighed, what kind of apprentice did Master Ye accept...