Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

Even though he was held in Mu Yu's arms, Shen Gurong's hands still did not loosen at all. He seemed determined to go home and strangle himself to death here.

No matter how hard Mu Yan was, he couldn't break Shen Gurong's hand, and he almost went crazy: "Master! Master..."

In the end, he had no choice but to forcibly use his cultivation base to probe into Shen Gurong's consciousness. There was a sudden shock, and Shen Gurong's eyes instantly lost consciousness.

Mu Ji hugged him, stared blankly at him for a long time, then hugged him tightly in his arms.

The overwhelming fear almost swallowed him.

If he was one step late, would his master really strangle him to death in this filthy wilderness?

What exactly did he encounter in Fengdu to be able to treat him so cruelly?

Mu Yan hugged him for a long time, until his hands completely recovered, he hugged Shen Gu Rong in his arms with red eyes.

The Taoist companions were scattered around, slowly leading to a road leading to Fengdu.

Shen Gurong didn't leave Fengdu too far, and soon Mu Mu carried him to Lingfang.

Yu Xinghe was waiting there, and when he saw the two of them coming back, he immediately waved happily: "Master, senior brother... eh? What's the matter, Master?"

He hurriedly jumped off the boat and walked over quickly.

Mu Ji's face was gloomy, he glanced coldly at the gate of Fengdu, and said: "Feng has problems, I will go with you to see tomorrow."

Yu Xinghe nodded, and looked worriedly at Shen Gurong in his arms: "Master, he..."

Mu Yu didn't say much, he raised his hand and threw the mustard seed out, and it turned into a huge Panjiangju and appeared on the spot.

"Master needs to rest, don't bother him."

Yu Xinghe was very obedient, and said, "Okay."

Mu Ji carried Shen Gu Rong into the mustard seed.

Shen Gu Rong fell into a coma all night, and Mu Yan also sat by the couch to accompany him the whole night.

When he was looking for Shen Gurong, at first Mu Ji followed Dao Luqi to Fengdu, but not long after he walked in, Dao Luqi suddenly flew out of the city like crazy, and finally stopped in a wilderness.

Shen Gurong, with white hair and green clothes, strangled his neck while weeping.

Mu Yu didn't know what happened to Shen Gurong, but what he was sure of was that the little master, who had always been flamboyant and happy, was able to be cruel to him, and forced himself to end his life with the most painful and struggling method. Certainly inseparable.

Mu Yan tightly held Shen Gu Rong's cold hand, panicked as if his heart was about to jump out of his heart.

He suddenly had a strange premonition that the little master who was making jokes and flamboyantly...may not come back again.

Mu Yu stayed with him all night quietly, and after dawn, Yu Xinghe's exclamation suddenly came from outside Fanjiangju.

Mu Yu hesitated for a moment, then gently put Shen Gurong's hand back into the brocade quilt, turned around and walked out of Fanjiangju.

Yu Xinghe was on the painting boat, probably just got up, rubbing his eyes disheveledly.

Mu Ban asked, "What's wrong?"

Yu Xinghe pointed at Fengdu not far away with his fingers trembling, his eyes full of horror: "Senior brother, Fengdu..."

Mu Yan looked up, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Fengdu, which was still a normal city last night, seemed to be dissipated by the water after the sky shrouded in light, revealing its original appearance.

The whole city looked like it had been burned by fire. There were dark scorched marks and ruins everywhere. Even the city gate was half collapsed, and the long street that was burned into ruins could be vaguely seen inside.

On top of the half-destroyed city, the city plaque that was mostly burned was exposed.

Two words can be seen clearly above.

Yu Xinghe murmured: "Hui Tang..."

In the next moment, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky out of thin air, as if it was deterring something.

Yu Xinghe was so frightened that he almost jumped up, and said in astonishment, "What's wrong?"

Mu Ji glanced at the cloudless sky with a gloomy expression, and said coldly, "It's nothing, I just don't know which saint I disturbed."

Yu Xinghe was at a loss: "Ah? What?"

Mu Yan didn't speak any more.

He was already in the Mahayana period, and when the thunder rang, he could tell whether it was the shock of a saint or the thunder punishment from heaven.

Heavenly Thunder Punishment is often fast and ruthless, and the Heavenly Thunder will be struck down without giving anyone a chance to react.

But the thunder just now was the power of a monk.

There is a sage who has attained the Tao, peeping into the Three Realms, and forbids anyone to mention the words "Huitang City" in his mouth.

The only person who ascended to holiness in the Three Realms and cut off cause and effect is Lord Nanzhao of Liren Peak.

Disaster from the south.

Yu Xinghe just said two words "Hui Tang", and he was able to make Lord Nanzhao, who was thousands of miles away, send down a warning from the sky. Is he... is he hiding something?

And he has been ascending for many years, but has been staying in the Three Realms. Is it also because there is something that has become an obsession and cannot be let go?

Mu Yan vaguely knew that he seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, but he didn't dare to think about it.

The two walked into the Huichen City, and there were traces of being burned everywhere. Just looking at those traces, one could know how big the fire was that year, and it was able to burn the entire city like this.

The ghosts in the city are nowhere to be seen.

Yu Xinghe felt a little scared, and said in a low voice, "Here...it seems that there are no clues in the daytime."

Maybe only when the city gate is wide open at night, can they learn the clues of the thirteen plague ghosts from the mouths of those ghosts.

Mu Ji pondered for a while, then nodded: "Okay, we'll come back tonight."

Mu Yu really felt very safe. Yu Xinghe was terrified of the ghost city at first, but now his eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he nodded desperately: "Yeah!"

Mu Ban absent-mindedly left the city, and after exhorting Yu Xinghe a few words, he went into Fanjiangju.

Shen Gurong has already woken up, and is kneeling and sitting beside the small case, writing something on the paper with downcast eyes and pen.

His mood seemed very gentle, his expression was relaxed, his white hair stood up high with a headband, and he was wearing a Tsing Yi robe of Mu Ji, with one hand resting on his chin, while the other hand was carelessly writing on the paper thing.

He looked undisciplined and energetic, with a smirk on his lips, and the end of his eyes kept glancing out of the window, as if thinking about sneaking out to play.

That is to say, she no longer pretended to be calm as Shen Fengxue, nor did she have the hysterical despair of wanting to strangle herself to death yesterday.

If it weren't for the scorching bruises and pinches on his neck, Mu Li almost thought that the scene last night was just a nightmare he had.

However, seeing that Shen Gurong had returned to normal, and Mu Yu was relieved without any trace, he walked over and knelt down opposite Shen Gurong, and said softly, "Master."

Shen Gurong didn't seem to see him, and was still writing something on the paper.

Mu Yu didn't find anything wrong, so he leaned forward and took a look, and found that Shen Gurong's handwriting was exactly the same as what Shen Fengxue taught him in his previous life.

Mu Yan was stunned for a moment.

In this life, Shen Fengxue's handwriting is completely different from the previous life, as if the handwriting was deliberately changed, and Shen Gurong, after pretending to be Shen Fengxue, seems to be learning his handwriting on purpose, so as to avoid being found out as "grabbing the house", so For a moment, Mu Ban didn't notice the change in the handwriting.

but now……

Mu Yan took a deep breath, forced a smile, and said softly, "What are you copying, Master?"

Shen Gurong ignored the lock of white hair hanging on his shoulder with one hand, probably because he was too annoyed to copy it, he put the lock of hair in his mouth, bit it lightly as if to vent his anger, and said vaguely : "I don't want to copy books."

Mu Ba stayed for a while.

While copying books in distress, Shen Gurong complained vaguely: "I want to go out to play, not copy books."

Mu Yan finally realized that something was wrong, he grasped Shen Gurong's hand, and said with difficulty: "Master?"

Shen Gurong looked at him blankly with icy eyes, but he took it back without realizing it. He continued to copy that annoying book in distress.

Mu Ji sat aside and looked at him in fear.

What Shen Gurong was copying was disciple rules and learning records. His handwriting was drawn with silver hooks. At the beginning, he copied it very neatly, but the more he copied, the more irritable and playful he became. Yu, when it can be called "he bit his pen and thought for a while, then muttered softly: "Let me go out to play, that is the most appropriate way to teach."

He secretly wrote "Play" stroke by stroke in the lower right corner of the paper.

want to play.

Mu Ban's heart was almost in his throat, he stepped forward with difficulty, raised his hand to support Shen Gurong's side face, and murmured: "Master, you...do you know who I am?"

Shen Gurong was forced to turn his face to look at him, and the eyes of the two finally met.

Mu Ban's lips trembled, and he looked at him almost beggingly.

Shen Gurong stared at him blankly for a long time, then suddenly said "Ah", leaned forward and said doubtfully, "Are you here to copy the books for me?"

Mu Ba stayed for a while.

Shen Gurong looked outside slyly, as if he was worried that his husband would come over suddenly, he urged Mu Zhi: "Isn't it?"

Mu Yan didn't know how to answer, and he nodded his head with difficulty after a while when he met Shen Gu Rong's unfamiliar gaze.

"Yes."

Shen Gurong was overjoyed, and hurriedly pulled him to the table, handed him the pen, pointed to a line in the study notes, and said: "Here, start copying from here, the handwriting must be similar."

Mu Yan was stuffed with a pen by him in a daze, and looked up blankly, Shen Gurong was smiling at him with his chin propped up.

"Don't be discovered by your husband." Shen Gurong said, turned out of the window lattice with a smile, and sneaked out to play with her waist down.

Mu Yan was stunned for a long time, then threw the pen abruptly, and chased after him with a face full of horror.

If there is no permission from Mu Zhizhong, Shen Gurong cannot go out.

Fanjiangju is very big, Shen Gurong wandered around inside for several times, but couldn't find anything interesting, so he went to the parasol tree in the side courtyard, climbed up neatly, sat on the branch, dangling his slender legs , took out a small knife from his arms, and began to carve the puppet in his hand.

Mu Yan has recovered his senses now, and feels that his little master must have been stimulated, otherwise his behavior would not be so strange, as if... he was deliberately avoiding something.

He lightly climbed up the tree, sat beside Shen Gurong, staring at him intently.

Shen Gurong began to ignore him again, while carving the facial features of the puppet in his hand with a knife, humming a ditty in a low voice.

Mu Yu listened carefully, and found that he was humming a popular opera in the world, and he sang it in a decent way, but the words in the opera were completely polite and cursing, although there was not a single dirty word, but listen carefully The words in the drama are completely scolding.

The puppet in Shen Gurong's hand was the one given to him by Lin Shuhe.

Lin Shuhe just randomly carved a fuzzy facial features, Shen Gurong took a knife to carve for a while, and the facial features were completely formed.

Mu Yan leaned over to take a look, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Those facial features were exactly what Mu Ban looked like.

No, it's just very similar to Mu Ban.

The puppet was only the size of a palm, with extremely vivid facial features, and a small green hairpin pulled up half of her black hair, leaving the rest loose behind her back.

Warm as water, warm as jade.

The wooden idol is exiled, but it is not exiled.

as predicted.

After the facial features were carved, Shen Gurong carved two characters on the back of the puppet one stroke at a time - Fengxue.

It is exactly the same as the handwriting on the bamboo chi.

After engraving the words, Shen Gurong looked left and right with satisfaction, because he was very happy, his toes were stretched, his legs dangled and kicked back and forth alternately, layers of clothes were about to fly up like a butterfly, his eyes and eyebrows were full of joy color.

He raised his hand to sweep the sawdust off his clothes, and happily pinched the puppet: "Sir, I am a good sir."

Mu Yan's face suddenly turned pale.