Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

It's been a long time since I saw a small white ball with black eyes, and Ye Wuchen is still not used to it.

But compared to the mischievous look of the red-eyed little white ball, this little white ball is really more of a gentleman.

The same ball, how come the gap is so big?

Ye Wuchen couldn't understand it.

"What is the host thinking?" The little white ball fluttered down on top of his head, looking at the sky like him and leaning against the wicker chair.

Ye Wuchen shook the rattan chair lightly, and said casually: "I miss you."

The little white ball blinked and smiled meekly: "Then I also think about the host."

The dawn is faint, and everything is awakening.

A little morning sun emerged from the gray sky and shone through the hazy mist, moist and warm, with the coolness of autumn.

Ye Wuchen got up very early, put on a coat before dawn, stood in front of the Four Seasons House for a while, then retracted to the wicker chair, shaking creakingly.

Now he is like those old men in the village who are waving cattail fans, watching the sun rise and the moon set, the mist rises and disappears, and the morning breeze blows coolly on his skin, but he doesn't feel cold.

I wonder what Mo Yun is doing now?

There are many monsters on the border of Broken Bone. If you want to sleep, you must set up an enchantment around it to prevent monsters from attacking in the middle of the night. It is quite thrilling.

Ye Wuchen thought in a daze, regretting letting Mo Yun out.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt the calm and waveless contract formation, and felt a little like... peeping.

But that was just a thought, moral integrity would not allow him to do that.

Ye Wuchen sighed, slowly opened his eyes, took off the small white ball on top of his head, put on a bamboo hat, and planned to go to the Library Pavilion of Wude Peak.

He had to find out what was going on with those all-too-real dreams.

The collection of books in Zangshu Pavilion is basically the ancient scroll skills, which are unique, so an enchantment is set up, and only the access token can be entered.

Several elders have more than one access token, and they can transfer the extra access tokens to their disciples under the peak, but they must ensure that the disciple will not damage the books in the library.

Speaking of which, it seems that Mo Yun's access token was given by Lu Xiao.

Under the vermilion eaves and black tiles, the gold-lettered plaques on the black background are full of simplicity, the corridors are full of backs, the eaves and teeth are pecked high, and the entire attic is luxurious and luxurious, just like an ancient golden dragon hidden from the world.

Going inside, the bookshelves are neatly arranged, with luminous pearls shining on them, and the golden nanmu floor below is smooth and dust-free.

The four walls are painted with gold powder in the patterns of the four ancient gods and animals, the green dragon in the east, the white tiger in the west, the red bird in the south, and the basalt in the north.

Ye Wuchen went through a dazzling array of books, went round and round, and finally found a book that was close to what he was looking for - "Dream Induction Technique"

He sat on the spot, hiding under the white gauze, turning the pages of the book, and read about halfway through the first page. He closed the book inexplicably, and stared at the three large characters on the yellowed page with indescribable eyes.

It said above that the dream-inducing technique can enter other people's dreams, and it can manipulate the dreamer...and that person can't resist.

It seems that it can only be used on Taoist companions.

Ye Wuchen turned a few pages back, decisively pushed the book into the bookshelf, strode away, and searched again.

Single dogs can't use this kind of thing.

Afterwards, he strangely found another bunch of special spells for Taoist companions, and even various small contracts for Taoist companions.

"..."

Ye Wuchen held two books in his left and right hands respectively, stood there stupidly for a while, mercilessly stuffed them back into their original positions, and turned to go to another bookcase.

He found another book about dreams, he opened it numbly, closed it numbly, and turned away numbly.

Why are books about dreams, nine out of ten, dedicated to Taoist companions.

Ye Wuchen sighed heavily, helped himself with his bamboo hat, and walked slowly to the second floor.

The little white ball sat obediently on his shoulder, and naturally read through the books he got. It read and memorized silently, its dark eyes shining brightly.

Even the most docile part of the soul still has some desire for Ye Wuchen.

The furnishings on the second floor are different from those on the first floor. A few disciples passing by holding books greeted him anxiously. Ye Wuchen responded one by one, and then walked around the bookshelves about nightmares again and again.

Got nothing.

Ye Wuchen squatted on the ground to rest for a while, then picked out the book from the bookshelf, and opened it with a fluke mentality.

However, that book has nothing to do with dreams at all, and records are all about contracts.

Ye Wuchen sighed, and was about to put the book back, but suddenly saw a circle symbol marked on the corner of the page.

The books in Zangshuge can be borrowed, but you cannot take notes. Which disciple is so courageous?

Ye Wuchen turned a few pages back, and found that the disciple was unusually courageous. He not only marked some corners of the book, but also wrote comments on some paragraphs.

He frowned, and carefully looked at the comments. At first, he only thought that the disciple was too bold. Later, he was surprised not only by these, but also by the handwriting on it that was the same as his own.

The original owner never came here!He has no memory of this!

Then... who is this disciple?

Like a wave crashing against a rock, one wave rises again after another, and the salty sea water hits the slippery rock, causing his brain to feel dizzy and aching after another.

Ye Wuchen's body flickered, and suddenly he couldn't see clearly, everything had phantoms, and all the sounds around him became illusory and ethereal, muddled and incomprehensible.

He suddenly thought of the method of erasing the contract imprint when he was in the Xianqi School. It seemed that he had just seen it in this book.

The book fell to the ground, with a bang, his back hit the bookshelf behind him, the bamboo hat fell off due to the impact, and the soft white gauze swept across his face, unable to remove the haze in front of his eyes and the shock in his heart.

When he woke up again, he was in Xiao Yichun's residence.

Ye Wuchen opened his eyes, stared at the bed curtain for a while, and sat up with his body propped up after the heaviness in his mind disappeared.

It was also at this moment that he realized that there was a person lying beside the bed.

"Brother?" He recognized who the person next to him was, and called out involuntarily.

Xiao Yichun raised his head, his eyes were black and blue, but when he saw him, his expression was radiant and his eyes were soft: "You're awake."

The two looked at each other for a long time, Xiao Yichun suddenly opened his mouth wide, his lips pursed, and the dignified sect master almost cried: "You, what did you call me just now?"

"Hmm..." Ye Wuchen sighed, "Brother."

As soon as the words finished, Xiao Yichun hugged Ye Wuchen violently, ecstatic: "Yes! I heard you, junior brother, me! I..."

Ye Wuchen was so strangled by him that he couldn't breathe, he could only pant heavily, and before he could utter a word, Xiao Yichun shook his shoulder again: "Junior brother, what's wrong with you? Junior brother!"

This time, Ye Wuchen's already dizzy head became even more dizzy, and he almost died of a concussion.

"Shake it a few more times, and people can shake you to the west." Yuan Ying came with a wooden tray, and patted a cold herbal patch on Ye Wuchen's forehead, then sat by the bed and quietly fiddled with the tray herbs on.

Xiao Yichun let Ye Wuchen go for the time being, but still couldn't control his excitement, he held Ye Wuchen's wrist tightly, like a son who has lost his memory and suddenly called him father.

"What is this?" Ye Wuchen touched the thing on his head, and the dizziness eased slightly.

Yuan Ying explained: "With bone stickers, something refreshing."

Xiao Yichun: "You fainted for seven days, I was notified by the disciples of Cangshu Pavilion."

He took out a book from his arms and handed it to Ye Wuchen: "You were reading this book, I saw it fell on the ground and picked it up."

The style of the book is simple and unsophisticated, and the edges of the book are frayed. It is the one that the disciple took notes on.

Ye Wuchen took the book and opened it unwillingly, the result is self-evident, the dizziness suppressed by the bone paste came back, his eyelids were as heavy as lead, and he fainted almost immediately.

"Senior brother!"

"Don't shout!"

Yuan Ying has always regarded patients more than anything else, she pushed Xiao Yichun away, put her slender fingers on Ye Wuchen's wrist, and stared at her pulse.

After a while, she took off the bone sticker on Ye Wuchen's forehead, and made a seal with her hands on her chest. The blue spiritual flow climbed up Ye Wuchen's body one by one, forming a translucent layer a foot away from him. Silky, and then gradually thickened, completely wrapping Ye Wuchen inside, and wrapping it into a hazy cocoon outside.

"He's probably going to faint for a few days. I'll use my spiritual power to recuperate him, you..." Yuan Ying turned her head and found Xiao Yichun right behind her, looking at the person on the bed with concern.

It is close to Yuanying.

She paused, forcibly pulled back her thoughts, and her voice suddenly became gentle: "Please take care of me, please call me if you need anything."

Xiao Yichun nodded hurriedly, "Thank you, Elder Yuan."

"No need."

She walked away on lotus steps, and looked back casually, Xiao Yichun was already sitting by the bed, carefully inserted her fingers into the cocoon, brushed away the hair on Ye Wuchen's forehead, her eyes were full of concern.

Yuanying lowered her eyes, sighed inaudibly, walked out, and closed the door.

Ye Wuchen's head was still dizzy, and it wasn't much better at the moment. He stayed quietly for a moment, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of smog that couldn't go away, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He moved his fingers, and he thought strangely—where is that book?

At some point, the hazy haze dissipated, and he saw a person——

A teenage boy was lying in the Library Pavilion. The sun shone through the window lattice, leaving neat radiance on the wooden floor. He was holding up a book and writing on it with a pen.

Next to him was an inkstone full of ink. When the Howling Wolf in his hand ran out of ink, he put it in and pressed it twice, and then continued to write on the book. However, there was too much ink, and it flowed down the barrel of the pen, dripping all over his mouth. .

The boy got up, wiped his mouth, changed his posture and continued writing.

It was only then that Ye Wuchen noticed his appearance. There were a pair of affectionate peach eyes on the porcelain-like white and tender face, and the pink lips were stained with ink. After the young man wiped it, the ink extended to the right cheek , a little playful.

The young man didn't care about it at all, he just wrote furiously in the book with a free and easy smile on his lips.

The child looks a bit feminine.

Ye Wuchen thought subconsciously.

However, the young man's appearance is quite different from his behavior. He wrote a good ancient book with one ink after another, just like a mischievous and bad child.

"Don't doodle on books!"

Suddenly, a majestic voice interrupted his writing, the young man blew on the wet ink on the book, raised his head and smiled at the visitor: "Master, there are many flaws in this ancient book, I just amend it."

The person who came was a man of immortal demeanor. He had delicate features and a tall figure. He was wearing a yellow robe with a picture of Yin Yang and Tai Chi dragged on the ground. smell.

The charlatan snatched the boy's book, looked at it a few times, lowered his head in thought, raised his head after a while, and threw it to him: "Well written, keep writing."

The young man took the book, but stopped writing. Instead, he turned the brush in his hand and sprinkled a few drops of ink on the charlatan. He smiled, as if on purpose.

The charlatan grabbed his pen on the spot, grabbed the boy with his backhand, smiled, and made a gesture to add two beards to his face.

The young man didn't hide, he just stood obediently, looking like he was at the mercy of the king.

The charlatan was a little hesitant, probably because he was afraid that the young man would cheat, but he still couldn't help itching, and added two beards to the young man's already ink-stained face.

Immediately afterwards, the boy grabbed the charlatan's wrist, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly burst into laughter, but the ink stains on his face made his smile a little funny.

The charlatan was startled, and hurriedly looked behind him. Sure enough, there was a woman with a graceful figure and good appearance standing behind him, and behind that woman was a young man with a gentle temperament.

"Master—"

"Lady, listen to me first!"

"Master, why did you paint on the face of your younger brother?"

Three voices sounded at the same time, and the woman stepped forward aggressively, grabbed the charlatan by the ear, and cursed fiercely: "You are an old and disrespectful stinky bastard!"

"Ouch! Lady! Be gentle, there are so many people watching!!!" the charlatan begged.

The young man looked at the woman innocently, a clean smile appeared on his ink-spotted face, and he said, "It's okay, mistress, I made the ink myself."

The woman looked at the wolf hair still clutched in the charlatan's hand, touched the boy's head distressedly, and then looked at the charlatan as if he were looking at a dead person.

The corner of the charlatan's mouth twitched, he glanced at the harmless young man, and said unconvinced: "You little bastard—ah!"

"Who is the little bastard?" The woman dragged the charlatan away, and it seemed that a new round of domestic violence was about to take place.

She took two steps, looked back at the young man, and said, "Mistress will help you decide."

The boy tilted his head, "Master, be gentle."

The young man who followed the woman walked forward in two steps at a time, and took a handkerchief to help him wipe off the ink stains on his face.

During the period, the young man chattered about what happened just now: "... I didn't think about it at first, but when I saw my wife coming, I suddenly wanted to try it."

"Senior Brother, it's true. I know that Master Mistress prefers you and still do this. I'm afraid Master will suffer now."

"Then I'll go and apologize to Master tomorrow."

The two teenagers chatted one after another under the shining golden sunlight. The golden light enveloped the two teenagers, giving them an indescribably warm feeling.

Ye Wuchen watched from the side, feeling a sudden pain in his heart.

Inexplicably, I feel like I'm missing something...

The voices of the two teenagers became farther and farther away, and the scene in front of them gradually turned black like drops of ink. All the voices converged in my ears, but only the noise of howling wind was left, and the silence of the waves crashing on the shore, as if only they were left in the world. one person.

In the end, there was no sound, and it was pitch black. Ye Wuchen really lost consciousness.