Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Ten days of innocence is not in vain, the disciples in that room are clean in white clothes, the peach groves here are full of white silk, the funeral is only for one day, and the remaining nine days are for the mourning of the whole school.

And Luo Qingyu was imprisoned in the water prison and locked with black iron. Eight soul-breaking nails fell on her back, and she was still breathing. She fell weakly on the ground, revealing a piece of white porcelain body with a red streak print.

Tang Wanfeng outside saw it and pulled Feng Yuling: "Master, there is something on her wrist."

"That should be her birthmark, it was there when she entered the camp."

"yes……"

The moss inside the water cell was slippery, Feng Yuling was silent for a moment, and finally turned on the switch of the water cell, the water flowed down, the water level was getting higher and higher, and it was about to drown the dying people inside.

At this moment, Luo Qingyu got the strength from somewhere, trembled and got up, looked up at Feng Yuling, then at Tang Wanfeng, and smiled gently: "Wan Feng, I'm sorry."

In all fairness, there are only two people she really wants to kill, Tang Moyu, whom she can't love, and Su Ling, who takes her love with a knife.

Before she died, she just wanted to apologize to the child, although it would not be accepted.

At that time, the water level was up to her waist, swallowing some blood from her back.

Tang Wanfeng didn't say anything, she turned her face away, and even wanted to take another step back.

And Luo Qingyu didn't care, she stared at Feng Yuling, her eyes gradually softened, as if she was recalling the past, when the water was up to her chin, Feng Yuling turned around and wanted to leave, she smiled mischievously: "Elder Feng, actually I want to I worship you as my teacher."

She has always been dignified and generous, and she has never had such a tone, with the innocence of a child, as if returning to childlike youth.

After she finished speaking, she stopped looking at Feng Yuling. She knew that Feng Yuling must be indifferent and disdainful at the moment, and would even think that she was trying to cheat.

With bloody water flowing over her nose, Luo Qingyu choked a few sips, and fell back resigned to her fate. She had no strength to struggle after being hit by the eight soul-breaking nails, and she didn't even have the strength to mess around.

She finally opened her eyes by chance, but what she saw was the fiery red figure, which gradually disappeared, leaving her with a blue sky without any clouds.

She smiled and closed her eyes.

Some people are born unable to decide their own life.

The Xianqi faction has a lot of things to do recently, Feng Yuling is very busy every day, but Lang Luan, who was supposed to leave, stayed behind, saying that he wanted to help.

Ye Wuchen's class continued. I only learned recently that the Xianqi Sect didn't have a teacher, and the disciples' classes were taught by older senior sisters. It is no wonder that when something serious happens, no one can help. Preside over the overall situation.

At the beginning of June, Ye Wuchen was teaching as usual, and Mo Yun still found a place to sit upright, fiddling with the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

The little white ball dangled in front of him, and he didn't know what one person and one ball were doing, but Ye Wuchen breathed a sigh of relief seeing that they got along so well.

"You are too weak!" The little white ball rubbed against the rice paper, eyes full of disdain.

Mo Yun ignored it and focused on painting on paper. The painting was a lecture in the hall, and there was a person sitting on the seat, obsessed with books, with fluttering ink hair. The only flaw was that he had no face.

He leaned on the table, carefully drew out one eye, and said softly: "Yes, I am weak, and I have to be protected by Master."

"..." Little Baiqiu looked at him speechlessly.

At the end of a class, the disciples dispersed one after another. Ye Wuchen walked to Mo Yun's desk, bent his fingers, and tapped on the table, "I'm going back."

The little white ball slipped onto his shoulder along his fingers, and lay down obediently, while Mo Yun grabbed his sleeve, carefully put away the unfinished painting, and chuckled, "Good master."

Outside the hall, Feng Yuling, dressed in fiery red clothes, was lying in ambush by the door, and when she saw Ye Wuchen coming out, she pounced on him. relieved.

"Brother!" Feng Yuling frowned dissatisfiedly, and looked at him with a delicate face.

Ye Wuchen pinched his own face, and decided not to laugh, but he didn't know what to say, so he could only remain in a stalemate.

The two looked at each other for a long time, Feng Yuling stomped angrily: "Brother, do you not like me anymore!"

did i like you

Ye Wuchen thought in confusion.

He neither searched for this person in the original owner's memory, nor found this person in his own memory.

All he knew was that he should call her "A Ling".

Although there was a strong sense of familiarity, Feng Yuling was always a stranger to him.

"Brother, you don't smile when you see me..." Feng Yuling suddenly approached, pinching his face with both hands, forcing the corners of his mouth to rise.

"...Don't make trouble." Ye Wuchen took off her hand, grabbed her wrist and placed it around her waist, and finally patted it, saying: "Put it away, don't move."

Feng Yuling was stunned for a while, then started to put his hands on his face again, smiling like a silver bell: "You really haven't changed at all."

Ye Wuchen: "..."

Although I don't know where to poke your smile, can you let go of my face first?

After a while, Feng Yuling seemed to feel that rubbing his face was not enough, and he smiled and wanted to hug her again. Ye Wuchen hurriedly avoided: "Cough... Ah Ling has grown up, you should pay more attention."

Feng Yuling tilted her head on the spot, thinking hard, and suddenly said, "When will brother marry me?"

Ye Wuchen almost didn't come up in one breath, he tremblingly looked at Mo Yun, who was calm on the surface - he promised the child two things, one is not to find a teacher for him, and the other is not to hug others. Why did Yu Ling collide with them all at once!

Mo Yun glanced at him lightly, smiled, then lowered his head, waiting for Ye Wuchen's response.

Feng Yuling is a devil, Ye Wuchen thought.

He closed his eyes and said, "Did I personally say that I wanted to marry you?"

Feng Yuling froze, scratched her head in distress, and finally shook her head slowly.

Ye Wuchen never personally said that he wanted to marry her.

Ye Wuchen was just asking, but he didn't expect to ask himself something. He suddenly became confident: "Then don't make such jokes."

"But..." Feng Yuling frowned, and wanted to say something, but he was preempted by him, Ye Wuchen said: "It was a joke when I was a child, please don't take it seriously."

Feng Yuling said with a bitter face, "I have waited for 200 years."

"A Ling, do you like me?" Ye Wuchen approached her suddenly, stared at her seriously, and paused every word: "Or is it just admiration for brother?"

He didn't know anything, but he was so confident, as if he was always sure about Feng Yuling's matter.

Feng Yuling was stopped by his question, she stood there seriously and began to think, she looked at Ye Wuchen who couldn't help smiling in front of her, and her memories were flooding.

Once upon a time, Ye Wuchen leaned over to approach her with his hands behind his back: "Ah Ling, do you know how much love means?"

With a smile on his face, he stared at her for a moment, then suddenly straightened up, and said firmly, "A Ling's love for me must be the same as that of a younger sister to an elder brother!"

At this time, Feng Yuling looked at the handsome man in front of him, pinched his cheek involuntarily, and said the same words: "Brother really hasn't changed at all."

Ye Wuchen let her pinch, with helplessness in his eyes.

Mo Yun watched this scene with cold eyes, jealousy flooded his heart, he tugged at Ye Wuchen's sleeve, and said coolly, "Master, doesn't your face hurt?"

As soon as the words fell, Feng Yuling let go of her hand, looked at the young man, and said to Ye Wuchen: "Your apprentice is a bit unlovable."

"Really? I think it's pretty good." Ye Wuchen rubbed his face, but it didn't hurt, just a little sore.

Feng Yuling took good care of the affairs of the Xianqi Sect, and the disciples deserved to be punished. Seeing that he couldn't help much, Lang Luan reluctantly left, and Ye Wuchen's teaching time was coming to an end. .

At the end of June, the peach blossoms withered and new leaves emerged from the branches. Ye Wuchen walked out of the bamboo house, closed the bamboo door, walked through the green peach forest, went to the cafeteria to catch Mo Yun, and ate some of the Steamed dumplings, wandering all the way to the Hongyan Pagoda, was inexplicably surrounded by a group of disciples.

"Everyone..." Ye Wuchen looked up at the sky and continued, "Good afternoon."

The group of disciples remained motionless and looked at him seriously.

Ye Wuchen felt terrified when he saw it, he forgot about the bright sun above him, and said dryly: "It seems a little hot."

A cold thing fell on his hand, Ye Wuchen looked down, and Mo Yun was holding an ice bag and sending it to his hand.

"What are you doing?"

"The weather is really hot today, I went to the cafeteria and asked for two bags of ice."

"..."

The group of disciples still looked at him seriously, Ye Wuchen couldn't help but also became serious, he frowned and asked: "Could something happen again?"

Ye Wuchen looked around and could only see a piece of lavender. In the end, he decided to go to Feng Yuling first. He was just about to leave when the disciples who had been silent for a while suddenly shouted: "Thank you, Master Immortal!"

"Ah? What are you thanking me for?" Ye Wuchen froze on the spot, what did he have to thank?How many formations did you teach?

After a chattering explanation from his disciples, Ye Wuchen finally understood.

It turned out that Feng Yuling told them that without Ye Wuchen and Xianjianmen, the Xianqi faction would probably be given to the Cangsong faction by Luo Qingyu.

But Ye Wuchen thought about it carefully. In fact, he didn't do anything. If Luo Xianling hadn't discovered the abnormality of the puppet guardian, Ye Wuchen would not have found out about those conspiracies.

Therefore, he said: "It's all due to me, Luo Xianling also contributed a lot, and Tang Wanfeng, she also helped a lot—speaking of which, where are these two?"

The disciples were silent for a while, and finally one person stood up. That disciple was the one who led the attack on the Beauty Island by Lang Luan that day. She saluted Ye Wuchen slightly, and said, "Senior Sister Tang will most likely become the next leader. Sister Luo was called by Elder Feng, saying that he wanted to make a contract with her."

It was understandable that Tang Wanfeng would be the current head, but what contract did Feng Yuling and Luo Xianling have to sign.

Ye Wuchen squinted his eyes, and suddenly remembered that Luo Xianling was a person who knew how to use puppet techniques. After this disaster, the Xianqi faction would naturally respond to the puppet technique and be more wary of those who mastered it.

He didn't think Feng Yuling would do too much, he was just afraid that Luo Xianling would think too much.

"Master, it's time to go." Mo Yun blocked the scorching sun above his head with his hand, and tugged at Ye Wuchen's sleeve.

"Okay." Ye Wuchen responded, and said to the group of disciples: "You guys go back too, practice hard, I'm leaving first."

Mo Yun had already summoned Yun Chen, he jumped on him with his arms in his arms, looked down at the group of reluctant girls below, and said with a smile: "There will be a time later."

After all, the cloud and dust went straight up to the sky and threw the Beauty Island down. Looking from the top down, the terrain of the Beauty Island was irregular oval. It fell on the sparkling ocean, like a part of a giant whale that spanned the ancients. spine.

Feng Yuling knew that Ye Wuchen was going to leave today, so he deliberately removed the barrier of Beauty Island, and Yun Chen flew out of Beauty Island smoothly.

Ye Wuchen cast an enchantment around him to block the incoming heat wave, then sat cross-legged on Yunchen's back, and patted it on the back strangely.

"Has my fish lost weight?"

Mo Yun turned back stiffly: "Huh?"

These days, Yun Chen has been staying in his Floating Cloud Ring, and he doesn't bother to take care of this fish at all.

Now at this moment, how should he answer Ye Wuchen?

"It is indeed thinner, and it is not as comfortable as before."

Ye Wuchen rested his chin, stared at Yun Chen's silvery white scales, resisted the urge to peel them off, suddenly, he put his chin against Mo Yun's shoulder, and said: "It has been staying in the Liuyun Ring for the past few months. Bar?"

Mo Yun nodded guiltily, and was about to say something when Ye Wuchen said, "It's not acclimatized, give it a break, I'll feed it something."

As he spoke, he moved to the front of Mo Yun, lay on Yun Chen's back, grabbed a handful of elixir and gave it to Yun Chen's mouth, then looked at his big sparkling eyes, and said in surprise: "This fish His eyes are bigger than mine!"

"...Master, Yunchen will grow bigger."

"Too."

After Ye Wuchen fed the elixir, he moved back behind Mo Yun, propped his chin in boredom, stared at the back of the young man in front of him, and suddenly asked, "Mo Yun, can we use the talisman?"

When Mo Yun turned his head, he always felt that this sentence seemed familiar. He thought for a while, and said with a smile: "You can't let Yun Chen be idle."

Ye Wuchen lowered his eyes, always felt that this conversation happened somewhere, but he was a little sleepy, so he didn't think about it so much, he closed his eyes with his chin propped, and turned his head drowsily, in a state of half dream and half awake.

He is very close to Mo Yun, and the boy's ink hair fluttering in the wind would occasionally hit him on the face, Ye Wuchen pushed back the hair on his face a little irritably, he raised his eyes, stared at the man for a long time, and finally couldn't help but be caught Frustrated with hair shaking his face, he quickly leaned over, resting his chin on Mo Yun's shoulder, wrapping his arms around Mo Yun completely, narrowing his eyes in satisfaction.

Mo Yun froze a little.

He sat upright, trying to keep his eyes on the front, but he still couldn't help it. He sneaked a glance at the satisfied Ye Wuchen, his heartbeat speeded up instantly, and his earlobes were hot like a stove.

Master definitely wants his life!

Unexpectedly, this is not close to the Immortal Sword Gate, and the clouds and dust will fly for half an hour, so Mo Yun can only stand next to each other.

He wanted to enjoy it, but with his heart beating there and the temperature on his face burning, Mo Yun suspected that he was going to explode in the next second.

Mo Yun sat for a while, but couldn't take it anymore, so he said in a hoarse voice, "Master, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Wuchen turned his head and said lazily: "Huh?"

Mo Yun almost suffocated to death.

He paused, then shook his head slowly: "It's nothing, Master, go on sleeping."

He can't give up!Master is finally willing to get close to him, how can he shrink back!

Ye Wuchen said "hmm" and closed his eyes again.

The light and fluttering voice lingered in my ears, with a drowsy laziness, like a big cat's fluffy tail passing by the tip of my heart.

Mo Yun felt like he was dying.