Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The sunset is infinite, and the hatchback looks at each other.

The son's clothes are clean, and the Yiren's skirt is completely stained. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a talented man and a beautiful woman.

Ye Wuchen stared at the woman in front of him, feeling inexplicably familiar in his heart, but he couldn't say her name, so he could only stare steadily, racking his brains to recall.

Has he seen her...?

After failing to come up with a result for a long time, he had no choice but to silently turn his face away, look past her to the whispering disciples below, and planned to continue his speech.

He opened his mouth, but a cold dagger was pinned to his throat. Ye Wuchen lowered his eyes. From his perspective, he could see a tender red spirit stone the size of a longan inlaid on her golden elbow.

Suddenly I have a headache.

"Brother, why are you here?" The woman smiled and flattened her hands, and the spirit stone on the elbow glistened strangely under the setting sun: "Come to marry me? Or do you want to accept the Xianqi faction?"

Ye Wuchen didn't move, let her dagger touch his throat, subconsciously rubbed her head, and sighed lightly: "Don't make trouble."

After doing all this, he himself was stunned.

This feels so familiar...

Ye Wuchen withdrew his hand, a little lost in thought, who is this woman?

"Master!" Tang Wanfeng shouted suddenly, then strode over, pulled the woman aside, and whispered in her ear.

Feng Yuling?

Ye Wuchen glanced over there, supported his dizzy and aching forehead, and temporarily changed his words: "Since Master Fengxian has left the customs, Immortal Sword Sect will no longer interfere, and leave everything to the Xianqi faction."

He shook his dizzy head, but his eyes were still clear, and he opened his mouth slowly, telling the next arrangement: "The bet between Xianjianmen and Xianqi faction is still in place, and I will continue to teach formations in the next month, but I will not Then meddle in the affairs of the Xianqi faction."

He stood with his hands behind his back, and the twilight in the sky fell on the white robe, sprinkling a dim yellow.

The scene was solemn and quiet, the evening wind was bleak, the hair was blowing, and the formation above the school field was neat, and the disciples seemed to have not recovered, standing blankly, at a loss.

After a long time, a voice came from the crowd, breaking the silence caused by Luo Qingyu: "Uncle Feng is out!"

Immediately someone responded, the voice was small, wave after wave surged, and wave after wave subsided.

"But the head..." After a while, someone worried about this issue again.

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes, looked at the group of youthful disciples below, walked up to Feng Yuling, handed the stack of old letters to her, and said slowly: "Then give it to Master Fengxian gone."

He passed the letter with both hands, without looking at Feng Yuling's solemn expression.

He didn't have the mood to pay attention to other things, his head seemed to be soaked in the newly dug out old wine, he was drowsy, and he seemed to be hit hard on the back of the head, and he was about to faint in the next moment.

Feng Yuling took the stack of letters, brushed the non-existent dust on it, and turned her head to look at Luo Qingyu in the cage, with inexplicable emotions in her eyes.

Luo Qingyu smiled at her, folded her hands, still acting like a sect master.

"Thank you brother, I will take care of it." Feng Yuling grabbed the stack of letters, turned to face the group of disciples, thought for a while and then said in a deep voice: "After investigation, Luo Qingyu was a member of the Cangsong Sect. The former Dharma protector, Lian used a puppet to serve as the current Dharma protector, and planted a puppet Gu in the body of Bai Yusheng, the son of the former sect leader, which harmed countless disciples of the sect..."

"According to the sect's rules, Luo Qingyu should be deposed as the head of the sect, imprisoned in the water prison, and his cultivation should be abolished. As for the Cangsong Sect, once this matter is resolved, this elder will ask for an explanation!"

She shook her sleeves angrily, rolled her eyes at Luo Qingyu coldly, and continued: "Young master Bai has a grievance. It's wrong."

"The position of head is temporarily vacant. After the return of the elders, we will discuss this matter."

Feng Yuling is a capable woman. After finding out about the incident, she quickly proposed a solution, arranged the subsequent matters in a few clicks, and finally let these disciples disperse on their own.

But most of the disciples didn't leave, whispering in small groups, looking hesitantly at Luo Qingyu who was locked in the spirit cage, considering whether to go forward.

Feng Yuling frowned, and said in a deep voice: "I will sort out the evidence of Luo Qingyu's internal and external collusion in the Dharma Hall, and then you can go and see for yourself, don't be blocked by a bunch of people here!"

After her yelling, many disciples were naturally scared away. Feng Yuling was born with a heroic personality, and she could fight without making noise. If Luo Qingyu is the goddess in the disciples' hearts, then she is the hero in the disciples' hearts.

The disciples on the school field were scared away by her, and the few remaining were also scared away by her sharp gaze.

The originally crowded crowd dispersed in an instant.

Feng Yuling turned around in satisfaction, and looked at Luo Qingyu coldly, the corners of the fiery red skirt fluttered with the wind, and a high ponytail was tied high with a red ribbon, showing even more chivalrous pride.

Luo Qingyu didn't show any timidity when she stared at her like this, instead she said softly: "Congratulations to Elder Feng for leaving the customs."

Feng Yuling smiled, reached into the cage with a slender hand, pinched her face, then withdrew her hand, and walked straight in front of her: "You child is quite good at acting."

The unchanging smile on Luo Qingyu's face froze, a fiery red figure flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly stretched out her hand, trying to grab the piece of dress that looked like a red cloud in the sky, but as expected, it was in vain.

This person, she also admired...

Compared with the hypocritical gentleness of the former head, she prefers the joy of wanton rivers and lakes.

But it doesn't matter anymore, she is a sinner now, no one will explore a sinner's past, no one will think that a sinner also wants to get rid of the shackles of others.

Luo Qingyu smiled slightly, looking at the crimson clouds in the sky, she lowered her head and spread her hands, there was a red mark on her white wrist, like a slice of red from the sky.

She smiled, still dignified and generous.

Over there, Ye Wuchen pinched his brows, the damn dizziness hit him in waves, the hazy memories were like tides, he finally remembered a word, and was swallowed up again.

Over and over again, he never remembered anything.

Feng Yuling stopped in front of him, looked at him for a moment, then hugged him tightly, pawing at him like a koala, without the slightest bit of fierceness just now.

"Brother, I miss you."

The evening wind blew this sentence away and sent it to his ears. Before Ye Wuchen could react, the contract formation fluctuated.

He closed his eyes, terrified by what he saw.

Ye Wuchen turned his head, his drowsy mind instantly cleared up, he took a deep breath, and said tremblingly: "Mo Yun, you, you put down the whip first..."

Feng Yuling, who was hugging him, heard the words, looked up curiously, and followed his line of sight——

In the twilight, a young man in black came against the light, with a high ponytail that was unrestrained and wanton, and a belt around his waist embroidered with gold and silver. He stepped on the twilight lightly and came slowly, holding a soft whip with a black handle and twisting it with his hands.

The young man smiled like a flower, and stopped in front of Ye Wuchen, separated by Feng Yuling who was also dressed in red like fire.

"Master, what did you promise me?"

Ye Wuchen froze, just today, not long ago, Mo Yun asked him: "Master, can you just hug me in the future?", he agreed...

He stared at Mo Yun, feeling that he was probably not far from death, especially when he saw the man's eyes turning red.

Seeing Ye Wuchen's guilty face, Feng Yuling couldn't help turning around, but before he could see the young man's face clearly, Ye Wuchen walked around to Mo Yun, closed his eyes and smiled: "My apprentice."

Feng Yuling was a little puzzled: "Brother, this is... Is your apprentice shameful?"

Ye Wuchen smiled lightly and remained silent.

In the contract formation, Ye Wuchen said in a panic: "Your eyes!"

Mo Yun's voice was full of laughter: "Master, let's explain first."

Ye Wuchen turned his head quietly, and met a pair of blood-red eyes, the scene was quiet for a while.

"Sorry, excuse me."

He turned around grabbing a talisman, hugged Mo Yun horizontally, and quickly disappeared into the school grounds.

"Brother!" Feng Yuling yelled, but failed to keep him, so he had no choice but to turn around and deal with Luo Qingyu's matter first.

Carrying the man back to the bamboo house, Ye Wuchen threw Mo Yun on the bed angrily, put his arms beside the young man, pressed him under him, and opened his mouth to curse: "You are stupid! What to do? You—”

"Ye Wuchen? Why are you back?" Before Ye Wuchen had finished cursing, Lang Luan pushed the door and entered. Seeing the two people on the bed, he was a little strange: "What are you doing?"

What responded to him was a pillow thrown in the air. Immediately afterwards, Ye Wuchen said coldly: "Educate apprentice, get out!"

Enraged by his tone, Lang Luan walked into the room, but before he yelled out the word "Ye Wuchen", he heard him say, "Feng Yuling is out of the gate and is in the school grounds."

Lang Luan paused, then stepped out.

Ye Wuchen then suppressed the apprentice who didn't know what to do and cursed.

He swears, uses clean words, and thoroughly analyzes the disadvantages of this matter, then suddenly leans over, props his elbows on the bed, and grabs Mo Yun's face:

"Did you get water in your head?"

Mo Yun's face turned red in disbelief, he held the soft whip tightly, and said weakly: "Master..."

Now, he looked up to see Ye Wuchen's face close at hand, moved a little bit to see his slightly trembling Adam's apple, and looked down to the clearly visible collarbone under the skirt.

However, he couldn't do anything.

Don't play with it like this!

Mo Yun's red eyes were full of steam, he didn't know whether he was anxious or angry--and it was obvious that he should trouble the master, but why did the master suppress him!

This is not reasonable!

Mo Yun's head was like a ball of paste, thinking about things, but he couldn't do without Ye Wuchen.

Thinking about it, he finally cried himself out of grievance - it was so annoying, every time Ye Wuchen made the first move, but he was the one who blushed and had a heartbeat.

Ye Wuchen, how could he not know anything...

It's simply a child's body, there's nothing shameful in crying, Mo Yun thought, and the tears fell even more presumptuously.

As soon as he cried, Ye Wuchen was a little dazed, he propped himself up and thought for a while, it seemed that he missed the appointment.

Although being hugged by Feng Yuling was not voluntary.

Then, Ye Wuchen thought carefully about his words just now, the more he thought about it, the more guilty he felt, the more he felt sorry for Mo Yun.He coughed lightly, got up from Mo Yun's body, wiped Mo Yun's tears with his cold fingertips, and sighed slowly: "I missed the appointment, don't cry."

Mo Yun glanced at him, maybe he felt that it was too shameful to lie down and cry, so he rolled to the side twice, covered his head in the quilt and cried.

"..."

Ye Wuchen had no choice but to move over, patted his back, and then poked his neck, but Mo Yun still ignored him.

"Mo Yun." Ye Wuchen yelled, and seeing that he was ignoring him, he moved closer and shook his shoulder: "Disciple? Little Yunzi? Mo Yuner? It's a mistake as a teacher, okay? Come out." Bar……"

Mo Yun dodged his hand, and his whole body shrank into the quilt, forming a small hill at the corner of the bed, and his muffled voice came from inside: "Master doesn't know anything..."

Ye Wuchen pinched his own face, he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, he only thought that Mo Yun was angry with himself.

He climbed onto the bed, turned him out from under the quilt, picked Mo Yun up and let him sit on the bed, brushed his fingers across his cheeks, and said, "I didn't want to hug that person, she came here by herself, I I was a little dizzy at the time, I didn’t react, don’t be angry, I will pay attention to it in the future.”

When Ye Wuchen said this, he didn't feel anything wrong at all. For example, he didn't think about why he promised such a thing to his apprentice. He just blamed himself and wanted to coax this boy well.

Mo Yun looked at him, aggrieved and helpless, this person, he didn't even understand why he was crying, but he just made him love him so much.

He closed his eyes helplessly, hooked Ye Wuchen's neck, and leaned on his shoulder, with dry tears on his face, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Ye Wuchen, you idiot, why don't you understand anything - what should I do with you.

In the next few days, the Xianqi faction organized a funeral for Bai Yusheng, but his bones had already been thrown into the sea, so they had to bury some of Bai Yusheng's belongings in an empty coffin.

Since the Xianqi Sect are all female disciples, Bai Yusheng lived in a wooden house deep in the peach forest before his death, far away from the bamboo house.

On this day, Tang Wanfeng was dressed in white, and was called by Feng Yuling to the wooden house to sort out Bai Yusheng's belongings.

Everything in the wooden house was dusty, and there was a strong smell of dust when the door was opened. Tang Wanfeng waved his sleeves and began to tidy up one by one.

Bai Yusheng's life is very simple and elegant, without any variety of things, even the robes are all white shirts, the only thing that is interesting is the dusty calligraphy in the study on the table.

On the day Bai Yusheng's body was discovered, the guardian puppet came to collect the belongings, and hurriedly took away a notebook and a bunch of disciple's personal belongings, and didn't turn over the rest, so the items on the table were still neat, just covered in a layer of dust.

Tang Wanfeng took away the dust with her spiritual power and cleaned up the things on the table. After finishing the things on the table, she wanted to clean up the things in the drawer, but there was a lock there and she couldn't open it.

She can only go to pack other things first.

Bai Yusheng likes to read travel notes, and he also annotates in small print on the books he has read, and he folds the corners when he meets one he likes, and he makes more annotations than others.

Tang Wanfeng hugged the pile of books and carefully brushed off the dust on them, feeling unable to tell what it was like.

This young man has planned his life well. He wants to create a Xianqi school in the future, measure the world with his feet, and write a book of his own travel notes.

However, he was born in the Xianqi school and died in the Xianqi school.

Tang Wanfeng sighed, stacked the stack of books, and continued to tidy up. There were few things left by Bai Yusheng, so she packed them up in a short while. After standing in the room for a while, Tang Wanfeng came to the locked drawer and thought about it. with.

After a long time, she used her spiritual power to release the twitch.

There was only one thing inside, a thick yellow suture book, with the three words "Bai Yusheng" written in lower letters on it.

Tang Wanfeng picked it up and opened it. It was Bai Yusheng's diary. It was written in detail how much he wanted to leave Xianqi School and see the outside world.

"Since I was born, I have only seen my mother, Head Luo, several elders, the cook in the dining room, and a disciple of the Xianqi sect..."

There was a piece of paper sandwiched between that page, Tang Wanfeng picked it up, hesitated for a long time before opening it.

It was a picture of a peach forest drawn with an ink pen. It may be too old, and the paper has rough edges. In addition to the blooming peach blossoms on it, there is also a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, smiling slightly, with curious eyebrows and eyes, on the upper right There is a line of small characters annotated in the corner.

"It's a bit abrupt to meet a stranger suddenly. You must apologize when you meet next time."