Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The sky will be bright, rainy and foggy.Ye Wuchen was invited to Lan Zhiju last night, saying that the technique was too profound and needed to be taught by an immortal master, and he has not returned overnight since then.

Mo Yun was alone in the bamboo house, sitting quietly by the bed, counting his fingers. The 13-year-old's hands have lost some baby fat, and are green and white, making them look a little slender.

It is also these hands that once held the ghost and broke Ye Wuchen, the staunch gentleman of the bamboo forest. ice, in a delusional attempt to touch the face of the person in the coffin.

In the past few lives, he has probably lived because of Ye Wuchen.

Whether it was Ye Wuchen who met for the first time purely for the pleasure of abusing himself, or the second time Ye Wuchen who hated him on the surface but secretly cared for him in the dark, and was finally sealed in an ice coffin, or the first time Ye Wuchen, who was afraid of himself three times but was willing to smile at him.

The person who remembers the most in life is Ye Wuchen.

The name Ye Wuchen has been used throughout his several lives, and his emotions towards him have changed in many ways, from admiration in the first life, to fear, to loathing, to confusion in the second life, to distrustful dependence in the Cangsong School, to The awkward reluctance of the Demon Palace, the belated love until now.

As for Ye Wuchen, he still resists Mo Yun, fearing this 13-year-old boy.

But he always smiles, as if this makes people invisible to his inner emotions, as if he can live his whole life with this mask ignorantly.

"Master Ye Immortal, stop laughing, my heart aches."

This was what Meihu said to Ye Wuchen in her previous life, her tone was not as frivolous as before, it was full of concern.He was hiding at the corner of the corridor at that time, wondering whether to listen to Ye Wuchen's answer, but Ye Wuchen's gentle voice floated over from there.

"Why do you feel bad? You are happy when I cry?"

At that time, Ye Wuchen seemed to smile again, and Meihu put his hand on his face, there was no frivolity in the eyebrows.He was almost pious, touching the corner of his mouth with the gentleness towards a god, and his voice was so clear that there was no impurity, "Master, don't cry, and don't pretend to be smiling, I feel uncomfortable when you do this..."

"Yeah." Ye Wuchen responded softly, but still smiled.

At that time, Mo Yun carefully looked at the extremely gentle smile, only thinking of Ye Wuchen's sarcastic remarks to him, and he began to feel uncomfortable, with mixed feelings in his heart, mostly sour.

Thinking about it now, the gentle color on Ye Wuchen's face was full of unreality, illusory like a cloud of smoke.

Suddenly recalled that day, Ye Wuchen hugged him tremblingly, gently, without much force, he patted Ye Wuchen's back carefully, coaxing him like Ye Wuchen usually coaxed him, copying the words, A little embarrassing.

"Master, don't cry, it doesn't look good when you cry."

"Master, what's wrong with you, can you tell me?"

"Master,..."

However, it only took a moment for Ye Wuchen to let go of him, and wiped away the tears on his face indiscriminately, the peach blossom eyes were smoky red, the eyes were moist, and the emotions in the eyes could not be seen.

"It's okay, I had a nightmare, thank you." Ye Wuchen smiled as usual, soft as a wicker in April, and as clear as an ancient well in a deep pool.

After he finished speaking, he patted Mo Yun's head with a smile, mocking himself a little: "I'm ashamed in front of my disciples."

Before Mo Yun could say "don't be ashamed", he got up and dressed, went to the next room, and gently closed the door.

The soft sound of locking the door rang beside Mo Yun's ears.

It was the first time that Mo Yun noticed that the forbearable emotion under that smiling face might be fear, loneliness, or both.

He is so stupid.

What Meihu discovered in his previous life, he only saw now.

Maybe Ye Wuchen smiled at him not because of fear, maybe because the expression of "laughing" has become his instinct.

He is used to hiding in the dark and clumsily licking his shady wounds. He looks like a gentleman to the outside world, but no one knows what is hidden under his dust-free clothes like new snow.

Just like Mo Yun only saw Ye Wuchen's coldness in his previous life, just like this time he doesn't know how Ye Wuchen hides in the cubicle.

He wanted to tug on Ye Wuchen's sleeve, and said coquettishly: "Master, don't laugh like that, it hurts me to look at you." But he was a step too late, Ye Wuchen had already locked himself into the cubicle, without saying a word to heal himself.

Mo Yun looked at the closed door, then got up, warmed the slightly cold soup on the table with spiritual power, stared blankly for a while, and planned to knock on the door.

Walking to the door, he suddenly thought that another part of his soul told him that Master would come into contact with everything he had experienced in his previous life in the form of a dream.

Ye Wuchen just said: "It's okay, I had a nightmare, thank you."

He withdrew his outstretched hand suddenly, and only stood at the front of the door. If he was the master's nightmare, then stay away from him and let him...

"Then let him subtly... fall in love with me."

This sentence suddenly flashed in my mind, and even echoed back to the young man's crisp voice.

Thinking about it this way, what Taolin and Tang Wanfeng said that day was really funny, too naive, even full of stupidity.

Mo Yun lowered his head, and smiled self-deprecatingly, his self-confidence came out of nowhere.

"Squeak-"

The door opened, Mo Yun took two steps back in shock, and looked up at the handsome man in front of him.He had already tidied himself up, with a gentle and familiar smile on his face, the corners of his eyes were still a little smoky, and there was still a mist in his eyes, looking a little intoxicated and coquettish.

When Ye Wuchen saw him, he scratched his face in embarrassment, looked away from him in embarrassment, stood dignifiedly for a while, and pretended to be calm: "Just now I saw you holding a cup of soup..."

"It's for Master!"

Mo Yun quickly answered, grabbed Ye Wuchen's hand in a hurry, and led the person to the table. On the way, he clearly felt the person's retreat.

The two finally sat at the table, sharing the slightly cold soup.Mo Yun's cooking skills are as good as ever, but Ye Wuchen eats absent-mindedly, his face full of wandering thoughts.

"Mo Yun." He suddenly called out, it wasn't the gentle and awkward "Yun'er", but an ordinary "Mo Yun".

It was only now that Mo Yun dared to look up at his face, trying to show him his meekness: "What's wrong, Master."

Ye Wuchen stirred the soup in the bowl seriously and carefully, as if he wanted to count the oil and water floating on it, he spoke softly, and made some pleas: "If I go to seek death someday, promise me, don't save me, okay?" ?”

The white porcelain spoon fell into the bowl, leaving a small handle on the soup surface, stained with some soup.Mo Yun stared blankly at him with eyes full of tenderness and pleading, like looking into a deep well that no one cares about, or staring into a dark abyss.

Ye Wuchen in his previous life also said the same thing, with different words but different meanings: "Mo Yun, I want to die, don't stop me."

Mo Yun thought, his whole body couldn't stop trembling, his hot body seemed to be poured with a bucket of ice water, the temperature dropped inch by inch, but there was a feeling of charcoal burning in his throat, after struggling for a long time, he could only struggle Two words appear on the card.

"Master..."

The voice was like a trapped animal, full of pleadings that he couldn't even perceive.

But Ye Wuchen lowered his head and smiled, said the biting words again, and added at the end: "I just want to ask you to make sure, I didn't say that I will definitely seek death." He was smiling, gentle and gentle , as usual without any flaws.

Mo Yun couldn't bear it anymore, he propped himself on the table, looked down at Ye Wuchen, looked at his smiling eyes, and was defeated in no time.He sat down weakly, as if sitting next to Ye Wuchen's ice coffin again, watching Ye Wuchen like a snow doll with an inexplicable mood.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Ye Wuchen's smiling face again, which was extremely illusory.Mo Yun got up slowly, and walked carefully to Ye Wuchen's side, his footsteps were as light as approaching a frightened animal, he walked up to Ye Wuchen, grabbed his sleeve as usual, acting like a baby. Yes, as if being wronged: "Master, don't laugh like that, I'm afraid."

Ye Wuchen froze slightly, the smile on his face restrained a bit, and he looked at him almost blankly: "You..."

Mo Yun didn't want to give him any chance to speak, for fear that if he spoke, he would cry uncontrollably.He lifted off his thick and slender eyelashes to cover up the water in his eyes, and his voice choked up: "Master, don't be afraid of me, you don't have to smile and call me Yun'er every time, I know that's not the original wish of the master, calling me Yuner I, Mo Yun, will be fine, please don't be afraid of me, Master..."

As he spoke, he loosened his sleeves carefully, peeked at him a few times, and then tentatively grabbed Ye Wuchen's hand, and shook it lightly, seeing that he didn't resist, he held it tighter.

"Master, I have lived a new life." Mo Yun looked into Ye Wuchen's empty eyes, and continued: "You know, Master. That's why you are so afraid of me, you are afraid of my revenge...but , Master, I know that you treat me well, I know, I know that you are different from him, I know that the master in this life treats me well, master, don't look for..."

Mo Yun could never say the word "death", just like he never wanted to remember the day when Ye Wuchen fell in front of him, his eyes were like the fragrance of a peach forest, and his smile was as gentle and friendly as the warm winter sun.

"Thank you."

That was the last sentence Ye Wuchen said to him, and it was also the most gentle sentence he heard in his previous life.

It wasn't until that moment that Mo Yun realized that he was really Ye Wuchen's nightmare.

But at this time, Ye Wuchen didn't say anything, and didn't struggle when he was holding him, but just stared at him stupidly, the smile on his face disappeared, leaving nothing but confusion.

"Mo Yun." He called out, and Mo Yun obediently responded.

"you you--"

Ye Wuchen opened a pair of bewildered beautiful eyes, looking at the immature boy in front of him at a loss, he hesitated for a long time, and only said two words "you".

It's no wonder that he was at a loss, anyone who told the secret that he thought he had kept well hidden in his heart would probably have this reaction.

"You——I, I don't know what you're talking about..." Ye Wuchen's eyes flashed, and he turned his head slightly, a little scared.

He pretended to be stupid, but Mo Yun was determined to explain this matter clearly.

Mo Yun bit his lower lip, not wanting to tell him the memory of the demon king and make him afraid.Therefore, he could only pretend to coax him: "I will live a new life, and I hate the master..."

When Ye Wuchen heard this, he retracted his hand carefully, but Mo Yun quickly grabbed him tighter, and nervously said the following: "But Master, I found out later that you are different from him, I..."

"Who is he...?" Ye Wuchen wanted to escape, but was restrained by Mo Yun. He really didn't know that the child was so strong, and locked his wrist, so that he couldn't go anywhere.

He is an outsider, and now that the secret in his heart has been revealed, he is naturally flustered and wants to escape with all his heart.As for what he should do after he escaped, he didn't know.

At this moment, he can only act as a reckless man who doesn't care about his head and tail, thinking that he can get a moment of peace by escaping this predicament.

However, Mo Yun saw his panic, so he let go of Ye Wuchen's hand, and hugged him tightly the moment he wanted to get up.Coaxed with a childish voice: "He is a villain, Master, he is no match for you."

"Master, you treat me well, I won't hurt you, don't be afraid of me, don't be afraid, okay?"

Ye Wuchen put his hand on the young man's shoulder suddenly, paused for a while, then pushed Mo Yun aside forcefully, ignoring the astonishment and injury on his face, walked to the cubicle with strides, and slammed the door.

He never thought that he just wanted to talk to Mo Yun about life and death and freedom in the future, and he was stripped so clean, without any secrets.

As an outsider, after being stripped of that layer of camouflage, what kind of mentality should he face the people here, and what kind of identity should he survive in this world.

After that day, the number of times Mo Yun saw Ye Wuchen was very infrequent. They obviously lived under the same roof, but they seemed to be on different sides of the sky, separated by thousands of rivers and mountains.

But Ye Wuchen's favorite cakes and favorite soups, Mo Yun is still making, but while Ye Wuchen is out, he sneaks into the closed door with some small magic, and puts the meals on the cold wooden table , Hastily withdrew again, like a discovered thief.

What is sad is that when Mo Yun went to deliver it the next day, the food on the table remained untouched, what's more, it was overturned to the ground, leaving a mess of broken cakes stained with soup.

Mo Yun stood with downcast eyes, saddened, but after a while, he put the freshly made pastry on the table, picked up the large pieces of leftovers, took out a piece of white silk to wrap it, and then knelt on the ground, Wipe the floor with a towel.

The floor was wiped clean easily, but he kept on mopping it, as if something dirty was still on it.

His vision was hazy, and he was drunk with mist when he saw everything. After wiping for a while, something suddenly burned the back of his hand. Tears on the face.

Ye Wuchen was unwilling to accept his favor.

Needless to say the bitterness in my heart, it's just that the floor is too cold, as if it wants to go through my knees, frostbite the hot heart.

In the next few days, Mo Yun didn't go to deliver these meals, because Ye Wuchen set up an enchantment in the compartment, and he couldn't get in.

After that, Mo Yun sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, counted his fingers, and thought about the past few days over and over again. His eyes were always red, but he couldn't shed a few tears. I don't know why. I couldn't bear it, but I still cried tears.

On the way to Qingfeng to seek a teacher, Mo Yun met an old monk who gave him a black dress and helped him read his palm.

"Good! Good! Good!" The old monk stared at his hand, said three good things in a row, and then explained quietly: "The little benefactor has a very good fortune, and it is rare to meet in a hundred years. In the future, he will definitely be a leader, a dragon and a phoenix among people." !..."

He stroked his beard and talked a lot, but Mo Yun didn't listen much, he just felt that the old monk was talking, so he quietly left while he was having fun talking.

Thinking of this, Mo Yun looked at the palm prints on his palm and sneered, he couldn't even ask for Ye Wuchen's trust, and he was still a leader of his generation, a dragon and a phoenix among people.

Ye Wuchen didn't want to believe him.

He leaned against the head of the bed, sighing heavily.

"Thousand knots of silk mesh..." Mo Yun suddenly remembered this contract, he repeated it several times, his eyes widened in vain, and then he smiled wryly to himself.

You can't even ask for Ye Wuchen's trust, and you still want to form such a contract with him, Mo Yun, Mo Yun, when did you become so greedy...

He covered his face, smiled sullenly, and began to think about the contract he wanted to sign with Ye Wuchen in his previous life.

... White sand and emerald bamboo, unequal master-servant contract.A drop of the master's blood and the servant's body are required to form the contract. After the contract is completed, the master can abandon the servant, and the servant must follow the master, be sent by the master, and never abandon him.

Mo Yun thought, the bitter laughter stopped, he looked at the ceiling and thought for a while, could he take a drop of Ye Wuchen's blood and make a pact with him while Ye Wuchen was not prepared.

So that he can let go of his defenses.

He bit his finger, as if he had found a way out for these days of hesitation, Mo Yun jumped out of bed excitedly, and immediately stood beside him like an eggplant beaten by frost after putting on his shoes.

But now he can't even enter Ye Wuchen's body, so how can he form a contract.

Mo Yun lowered his head and stood there blankly, thinking about something.Suddenly, as if enlightened and enlightened, he rushed out of the bamboo house and passed through the fragrant peach blossom forest. His figure turned into a fiery afterimage, scurrying in the Xianqi sect, and the passing disciples screamed and panicked.

Mo Yun ran straight to Lan Zhiju as if he hadn't heard of it. Looking at the dignified and majestic gate, he suddenly felt a little scared.

It's not because he's afraid of Lan Zhiju's majesty, but because he's afraid that the person inside will ignore him, ignore him, treat his right to exist as ethereal, and refuse to pay attention to him.

I was afraid that that person would be so cold to me as in my previous life, even if it was a mask, I wouldn't want to show a smile to myself.

Mo Yun knocked on the door, three times in total, one louder than the last.

Unexpectedly, the door was not tied at all, Mo Yun knocked for the last time, and the wooden door opened a small crack, a guardian heard the movement, and asked: "Who?"

"Immortal Master Mo Yun."

The door opened, and it was opened by a woman wearing Dharma-protecting attire. She smiled at Mo Yun, "Looking for your master?"

Mo Yun nodded, and asked cautiously: "Is it okay?"

The protector smiled: "Of course, but Immortal Emperor Ye is not here, he went to Xiuxintang with the head last night."

Lonely man and widow...

Fear arose in Mo Yun's heart, his face was pale, and his voice trembled as he asked, "Go, what are you doing there?"

The protector suddenly sighed, and Mo Yun's face became paler.

The master is alluring, even more beautiful than women. There are many people in the mortal world who admire him because of his portraits, let alone these female cultivators who have seen him up close.

And now I haven't returned all night...

Just as he was thinking wildly, the guardian picked up the paper in his hand and shook it: "This technique is really profound. My ability is limited, so I can't detect it. I can only ask the immortal master to do it himself and break the contract."

Mo Yun breathed a sigh of relief, quickly dismissed those improper thoughts in his mind, thanked the Dharma protector, and asked about the location of Xiuxin Hall along the way, planning to go there to squat.