Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

Xiaoyao Peak is very lively every day, completely different from the lonely and deserted Zhiqing Peak. Ye Wuchen is sitting in the martial arts hall, and the surrounding disciples want to greet him but dare not, wandering ten feet away from him.

Ye Wuchen was happy and quiet.

The martial arts training hall in Xiaoyao Peak is built of nanmu. There is a circular martial arts field at the bottom, and there are several steps on the top. There are some disciples sitting sparsely.

Ye Wuchen was also sitting on the ladder with a spiritual fruit in his mouth, his two slender legs crossed under the white robe, and he looked at Lu Xiao who was fighting with his disciples without blinking.

And around him, with him as the center, within a radius of ten feet, there was no one in sight.

The disciples over there were whispering to each other, and their gazes were mostly fearful, half curious, and rarely admiring.

"Elder Ye didn't come to seek revenge from Master, did he?"

"Impossible, Master said that he has a good relationship with Master Ye!"

"Wow, you dare to call him uncle, but Shizun can't spit ivory out of his dog's mouth, can you believe what he said?"

"Okay! If you scold Master, I will file a complaint tomorrow."

Several disciples huddled together and chatted in a low voice, completely unaware that the danger was approaching. Lu Xiao brushed back his loose hair, leaned over to the disciple who said he couldn't spit ivory out of his dog's mouth, and said with a sinister smile, "Mmm. ? Shizun’s dog can’t spit out ivory?”

The disciple didn't notice the strangeness at all, instead he waved his hand and said, "Yeah, he just knew how to talk nonsense, don't you know—"

He turned his head, trembling with fright, he couldn't speak clearly: "Master Shishi Shizun, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"It's too early for your size, it's too early for the sun to dry your ass!" Lu Xiao grabbed the disciple's ear, and his naturally cute baby face smiled with a gloomy and terrifying taste: "Xiao Ziyu, Xiao Ziyu, I will give you courage Is it right?"

Xiao Ziyu rubbed his hands, ducked to the side, and randomly pulled a disciple in front of him to block him. He came out with a head, and said with a smile: "My wise and mighty master, when did you come?"

Lu Xiao grabbed his ear and said slowly, "A dog can't spit out ivory."

"Master! Ahhh! Show mercy! Show mercy! I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

There was a commotion here, and Ye Wuchen was holding the fruit core over there, thinking about where to throw it, but he didn't see anyone pretending to be garbage when he looked around. He stared at the fruit core in his hand that had no place to chew, thinking Whether to eat it directly.

Just when he was about to speak, Lu Xiao came over with a seventeen or eighteen-year-old disciple and greeted him.

"Brother Ye!"

Ye Wuchen reflexively said, "Do you have a trash can here?"

Lu Xiao paused, turned around and asked the disciple, "What is a trash can?"

That disciple laughed heartily, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "He also said to bring me to see the relationship between you and Elder Ye—uh, hello, Elder Ye!"

Ye Wuchen looked at him for a moment, then responded warmly: "Hello."

"What's a trash can? It's for trash?" Lu Xiao sat next to him, glanced at the fruit core in his hand, and suddenly realized: "Throw it away casually, this is a cleansing curse."

Hearing this, Ye Wuchen threw the fruit core on the ground. Seeing that the fruit core gradually became transparent the moment it touched the ground, and then disappeared, he glanced at Lu Xiao, who was laughing next to him, and suddenly turned back and grabbed his clothes. The leader narrowed his eyes: "Elder Lu, did you say something outside?"

Lu Xiao was caught off guard and pulled in by him, unable to turn his head for a while: "What did I say?"

"I just said that Shizun's dog can't spit out ivory."

"Xiao Ziyu, shut up!"

Ye Wuchen took out a few story books and stuffed them into his arms, "You said about the experience, right? Otherwise, why would it be written in these books?"

He held his chin and stared dangerously at Lu Xiao, who knew that the latter didn't feel his threat at all, and laughed out loud after turning a few pages.

Receiving Ye Wuchen's cold gaze, Lu Xiao coughed twice, poured out a pile of books from the storage bag, and counted them one by one: "These are all snatched from Yuxi, this book is from me and So the elder's book, that one is about you and me, and the other one is about you and the sect master—Brother Ye, to be honest, you and your apprentice are nothing, just look at the book about me and this kid .”

As he spoke, he took out a brand new book from the pile of books, handed it to Ye Wuchen, pointed to the disciple named Xiao Ziyu next to him, hooked his chin, and signaled him to open it.

Ye Wuchen inexplicably turned to the first page, and the opening page was an extremely delicate spring painting, with half-undressed clothes, who wanted to refuse but greeted, and could vaguely recognize the shadows of Lu Xiao and Xiao Ziyu.

After glancing at it, he slammed the book shut, and felt that his outlook on life had been greatly impacted.

Ye Wuchen returned the books to Lu Xiao, and suddenly felt that his and Mo Yun's books seemed to be okay, after all, there were no such obscene paintings.

Lu Xiao put away those books, and secretly put away the script books that Ye Wuchen stuffed him, and then said indifferently: "It's just something compiled by the people, and it's not true. It's nothing good." Care."

Ye Wuchen frowned and thought for a while, then said: "Things that can be experienced——"

Before he finished speaking, Lu Xiao rubbed to the side twice, slipped away like flying, and said arrogantly: "I said it! You hit me!"

Xiao Ziyu glanced at Lu Xiao's back in a daze, and suddenly felt a chill coming from the side, he looked over tremblingly, Ye Wuchen was holding a snow-white sword, his whole body's aura surged, as if The arrow that left the string swished past his eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, and only had time to shout: "Master, run!"

However, after a while, Ye Wuchen carried Lu Xiao back to the martial arts hall, with a smile on his face, but a gloomy demeanor around him.

The disciples onlookers started whispering again.

"I said Elder Ye came to seek revenge!"

"But you see, Master seems very happy..."

Ye Wuchen threw Lu Xiao on the ladder, gently pressed his sword against the floor next to him, and asked, "I don't know what Elder Lu said outside?"

"Brother Ye, listen to my explanation first."

"I'm listening."

The sword was an inch closer.

The corner of Lu Xiao's mouth twitched, and he watched the sword point between his legs: "Brother Ye, you have to take it easy. Although I am not young, I haven't married a wife yet."

Xiao Ziyu squatted beside him, and after confirming that Ye Wuchen had no killing intent, he said slowly, "Master, you are so useless, you were caught so quickly."

Lu Xiao gouged him out, then looked at Ye Wuchen who was extremely gloomy in front of him, and spit out a sentence: "It's like this, when I took this kid to practice, I met a storyteller and heard him talking about you. Regarding the matter with your apprentice, the storyteller, who didn’t understand anything, just said that there was a gap between the two of you, the master and the apprentice. I was annoyed at the bottom, so I couldn’t help but confront him. What I said might be exaggerated, but I It's all for you, Brother Ye!"

When he said the last sentence, he suddenly grabbed Ye Wuchen's hand holding the sword, with a sincere expression on his face.

"... Seriously?" Ye Wuchen stared into his eyes for a moment, and finally withdrew Shuang Jiang: "Then what did you say?"

Lu Xiao scratched his face, his eyes wandering: "Cough, let's just say that Brother Ye and Mo Yun have a very good relationship, and they hug and sleep every night or something."

Ye Wuchen sat next to him and thought about it, but he didn't think of anything wrong, so he said: "That's my fault for you."

At this time, Xiao Ziyu quietly leaned close to Lu Xiao's ear, carefully looked at Ye Wuchen, "I don't remember what Master said."

"It probably means this. If I talk about it in detail, my life will be taken by Brother Ye."

"Oh, Master is wise."

Since he said it for himself, Ye Wuchenxiao was angry and couldn't vent it, so he could only think about how to deal with those folk stories.

Although those books don't have a wide market yet, I'm afraid that Mo Yun's child will see that if he can't accept himself and his master appearing in such books, he can't bear it and will be unhappy, and finally kill the publisher. .

And Ye Wuchen definitely can't clarify in person, because this kind of books are not very popular in the market, and suddenly clarifying it would seem to cover up.

In the end, Ye Wuchen thought about it, and only came up with one solution, that is to anonymously become a disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect, and publish a copy of Mo Yun and his daily life by himself, so as to ensure that it is clean and suppress those people's dirty thoughts.

As soon as he said it, Ye Wuchen bid farewell to Lu Xiao, and slipped back to Qingfeng. After walking around the house, he found that there was no pen, ink, paper and inkstone at all, so he had to go to Youzhou to collect some.

He changed his appearance slightly, walking on that straight and smooth street, he was dressed in a dazzling silver robe, which attracted many women to stare back.

Ye Wuchen turned into an ink studio. The interior of the ink studio was simple and elegant, with brushes, ink, paper and inkstone neatly displayed. Behind a round wooden table covered with clean white rice paper, an old man with gray hair was holding a plain white folding fan. Lying on the rocking chair, swaying slowly, he looks like the years have been peaceful.

He suddenly thought of what he looked like on the wicker chair—well, this should be his old life.

Ye Wuchen walked around the ink studio twice, picked out the things he needed, came to the wooden table, knocked on the table, and the old man slowly opened his eyes.

Mountain, and, three, evening.

"Good baby, let grandpa squint a little longer." The old man said vaguely.

"..." Ye Wuchen looked at him silently for a while, finally sighed, and waited obediently.

The table was complete with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so he used his ink-stained brush to scribble on the paper, such as Li Du's poems, the Analects of Confucius, and whatever he remembered. Finally, he frowned and looked at the paper. The sentence just written above:

"I first met you in Fang Feitian, and my heart was full of confusion. It's too late to love you, and I miss you so much."

Written by Immortal Emperor...

However, before he could think about it, the old man had already opened his eyes, pinned the folding fan on his waist, and took the pens and papers he had chosen to count the money, "Baby, half a tael."

Ye Wuchen put the broken silver on the table, and waited for the old man to tie the things with straw ropes. He saw that he was skillful, tied the paper, pen and inkstone separately, and handed them to Ye Wuchen with a smile.

He took the things while thanking him, and was about to turn around when he heard the old man suddenly stop him. The old man's voice was full of years, and he spoke slowly: "Baby, wait a moment."

"Huh?" Ye Wuchen paused, followed the old man's line of sight to look at the table, and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I used your paper without permission. I'll buy these first."

As he spoke, he wanted to pay again, but unexpectedly, the old man pointed to the piece of paper he had written on and said, "Did you imitate that person?"

Ye Wuchen was a little confused, he shook his head after staying for a while, and asked again: "Which person?"

The old man rubbed his eyes, touched the half-dried ink on the paper, and then tremblingly entered the inner room with his hands behind his back, leaving Ye Wuchen stunned on the spot.

He leaned over to stare at the piece of paper, and suddenly remembered that he had never learned calligraphy, but the handwriting on it was elegant, free-spirited, and romantic.

Ye Wuchen suddenly didn't recognize himself.

The old man hunched over, carefully brought out a pair of words, stood on the table for Ye Wuchen to look at, and said vaguely with his half-lost mouth: "This word is handed down from our ancestors, 200 Who sent it years ago...can't remember, can't remember..."

The words were framed in a golden nanmu frame, and on the paper were written the magnificent four words "The future is like a bright future".

Ye Wuchen felt a little dizzy looking at this word, so he quickly turned his face away, rubbed his sore forehead, bid farewell to the chattering old man, and left in a hurry.

The old man squinted his cloudy eyes, still rambling on, and finally touched the words written by Ye Wuchen, and let out a long breath: "Could it be that you are a descendant of Mr. Ye?"

The street was bustling with people, mixed with hawking and yelling. Ye Wuchen wandered around the street for a while, which relieved the heavy dizziness. He frowned, thinking about the "bright future" he saw just Words, another burst of groggy struck.

"Tsk."

Ye Wuchen shook his head irritably, he could only forget about Mo Zhai for the time being.

"Sugar man, sugar painting, candied haws!"

The sudden cries attracted him, he held his forehead, looked at the stick full of candied haws, and asked, "How much?"

The smell of rice wafted from Zhiqing Peak, the rattan chair was shaking, and the stone table next to it was filled with various delicacies on a jade plate. The young man in white sat on the stone bench with his face propped up, his soap boots rubbing against the sandy soil on the ground, feeling bored. With a bamboo leaf in his mouth, he squinted at the slightly shaking rattan chair.

Where did Master go?

Just as he was thinking, there was a heavy movement next to him, and Mo Yun hummed strangely, looking over, he was suddenly at a loss.

Ye Wuchen inserted the roots filled with candied haws into the soil with one hand, and held a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the other hand. Combining boldness with the aroma of books, there is an unimaginable beauty.

"Master, why did you buy candied haws and bring back other people's sticks?" Mo Yun choked a little, and asked for no reason.

"...for you." Ye Wuchen turned his head and looked at the stick filled with candied haws, feeling a little mentally retarded.

He was thinking that since he wanted to write Mo Yun into the book, he must respect Mo Yun's opinion, so he wanted to buy some candied gourds to discuss with Mo Yun. Sticks of candied haws.

Mo Yun smiled, glanced at the meal he had prepared calmly, and said, "Master, I may not be able to eat so much."

"I'll help you eat." Ye Wuchen quarreled, saw the steaming food on the table after seeing his little movements, pondered for a moment: "Why don't we give it away."

It's okay to discuss with him while eating.

"Master just said it was for me." Mo Yun pulled out a candied gourd, stood on the stone bench, and fed it into Ye Wuchen's mouth.

The boy's eyes were gentle, and a smile spread across his face, which was a little sweeter than candied haws.

And Ye Wuchen didn't feel anything wrong at all, he sat on the other side with the candied haws in his mouth, put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in his hand on the wicker chair for the time being, and said: "Then you put it into the Liuyun Ring, it shouldn't be in it." It will break."

He finished eating the candied haws, took a sip of tea, tasted a few mouthfuls of vegetables, then stared at Mo Yun in a daze, thinking about how to make him accept it.

Seeing his dull eyes, Mo Yun bit the wooden chopsticks in his hand fiercely, and was really afraid that he would knock his teeth, so he asked: "Master, what's the matter?"

Ye Wuchen came back to his senses, squinted his eyes, and then spoke out the prepared remarks, and finally licked his dry lips: "Is it okay?"

"Okay, but why did Shizun write this?"

Ye Wuchen didn't expect him to agree so quickly, so he bit his chopsticks and thought for a while, thinking that he couldn't let him find out about the folk tales, so he said seriously: "Make money."

"...Is Master short of money?" Mo Yun couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the answer.

"No shortage, then...record your life."

Mo Yun stared at him and raised his eyebrows: "Record my life with Master?"

Ye Wuchen nodded without changing his face, the boy's eyebrows and eyes were curved, more gorgeous than the sunset in the sky, he said: "Master has my name in his pen, I am very happy."