Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

No one has responded to him.

But Shen Gurong clings to the last hope, begging strangers to save his husband.

Li Nanzhang hated dirt the most. Seeing Shen Gurong's bloody hands leaving a few bright red fingerprints on his clothes, he frowned slightly, but didn't say anything.

He raised his hand to touch the gentleman's neck, and said, "He is dead."

If the body was damaged, Li Nanzhang might be able to repair his body and bring him back to life not long after he died, but he was powerless to do this man in green.

His Yuan Dan was shattered, and there was no possibility of resurrection, and the plague poison on his body had spread to his face, and he was only a hair away from turning into a plague ghost.

Shen Gurong stared blankly at the void, her lips trembling: "Dead?"

died.

They are all dead.

Shen Gurong's eyes darkened, she couldn't bear it at all, she fell down, and was picked up by Li Nanyan in her arms.

Xi Guxing's eyes stared straight at the side. He had never seen his master tolerate a person like this, and this person was still a mortal.

Regardless of the blood stains, Li Nanzhang hugged Shen Gurong in his arms, glanced at the ruined city, finally sighed silently, and said, "Let's go."

Xi Guxing hurriedly followed, chattering: "Master, how did he survive? Didn't the magic circle of the "Plague Raising Ghost" exist from ancient times? There are so many records in ancient books, and I never knew anyone could survive. ..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Nanyang gave him a cold look.

Xi Guxing immediately fell silent.

The two left Huitang City, which was still raging in flames, and arrived at the Lingfang, which was hundreds of miles away.

A young man in red was sitting on the top of the spirit boat, holding a willow leaf, and was blowing an out-of-tune tune like a psychic, when he saw Li Nanyan and Xi Guxing approaching, he smiled brightly and jumped off the top.

The red clothes fluttered, the young man's face was beautiful, and he smiled at Yan Yan: "Master."

Li Nanzhao nodded, and silently carried Shen Gurong onto the boat, Xi Guxing strolled over, glanced at it inadvertently, and asked in doubt: "Brother, why are your clothes wet?"

Li Genglan was stunned for a moment, before he hooked his lips into a smile: "I saw a water ghost just now."

Xi Guxing: "Again, I'm joking, there is a hundred miles of desert around the city of Tang, where did the water ghosts come from?"

Late at night just laughing.

Xi Guxing only thought that he was joking, anyway, it was not a day or two before Li Genglan made gags and nonsense, so he didn't care.

Li Genglan and Xi Guxing boarded the Lingfang and urged the magic circle to turn back to Liren Peak.

Shen Gurong fell asleep for a whole day, and when she woke up again, she had already entered a brand new world.

It's not right, it can't be said to be brand new, because the things in this world have been told to him through the mouth of Zhiyi.

Monks, monsters, Yuandan, Lingfang, the endless world.

Shen Gurong just woke up, before he could figure out the surrounding situation, he found that the bamboo chi that he had been holding tightly in his hand had disappeared.

He groped around frantically, but he searched all around, but still couldn't find the bamboo chi.

Jingshilu, lost.

Shen Gurong's face was covered with tears, and she sat on the ground sluggishly, her fingers were trembling.

The husband said... After reincarnation, he would come to look for Jing Shilu, but just a few days later, Jing Shilu was lost in his hands.

At this moment, someone smiled and said, "What are you looking for?"

Shen Gurong was frightened.

He had just lost his sight and hadn't gotten used to the blur in front of him, so he screamed and hid in a corner desperately.

Then, Xi Guxing ran in angrily: "Brother, he just woke up, don't scare him."

Li Genglan said innocently: "I didn't do anything."

Xi Guxing glared at him, then said to Shen Gurong who was about to shrink himself under the table: "Don't be afraid, this is Liren Peak, you are already safe."

Shen Gurong trembled, her lips moved slightly, and even if Xi Guxing and Li Genglan were monks, they couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.

Li Genglang walked over carelessly, grabbed Shen Gurong's hand and pulled him out from under the table: "What are you talking about? Louder."

When Shen Gurong was touched for the first time, his whole body trembled and he almost screamed.

Xi Guxing was a little anxious: "Brother, don't..."

"What are you afraid of?" Li Genglan raised his eyebrows and said, "All the people who returned to Tangcheng are dead, and he is the only one left to live alone. What are you doing with such a desperate look? Hypocritical."

Xi Gu's clothes grew bigger: "He's still a child."

Li Genglan snorted and threw Shen Gurong to Xi Guxing casually, Xi Guxing hurriedly caught him.

Xi Guxing didn't know where he went, his body was stained with a little sandalwood, Shen Gurong bumped into his arms and was about to struggle, when he smelled the sandalwood fragrance that seemed to come from Mr. The struggle stopped.

Li Genglan said: "Go and coax the child, I won't be able to go back to play."

He said, strolled away.

Xi Guxing felt that Shen Gurong was trembling in his arms, and he couldn't bear it. He raised his hand and patted Shen Gurong's back stiffly, and said in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Shen Gurong grabbed his lapel tightly, and said in a low voice: "Zhuchi..."

His voice was too low, Xi Guxing couldn't hear clearly: "What?"

Shen Gurong plucked up his courage, raised his head blankly, and said with a crying voice: "My bamboo chi...is gone, have you seen it?"

A 16-year-old boy is exactly the best age. All the people who returned to Tangcheng grew up watching Shen Gurong, and few people cared about praising his appearance.

But for the stranger Xi Guxing, although the young man in front of him is a man, he seems to have a face that makes people fascinated. Even the red eyes and tear stains on his face can't help but make people feel protective.

Xi Guxing was stunned for a moment, then turned his head awkwardly, and said with red ears: "I didn't notice, Master brought you back."

Shen Gurong hurriedly asked: "What about Master?"

Xi Guxing: "..."

Xi Guxing looked at him strangely: "Master, you can't call him casually."

Shen Gurong was at a loss, his mind was full of Jing Shilu, and he didn't know what he said wrong.

Seeing him stepping on the cold ground with bare feet, Xi Guxing frowned, raised his hand and stiffly helped Shen Gurong to the couch, coughed dryly, and said: "You wait here, I will ask the master .”

Shen Gurong nodded hurriedly when he heard the words, stretched out his hand to grab his sleeve, and said dully: "Thank you... Thank you."

Xi Guxing blushed and ran out.

After a while, Xi Guxing came back and said: "Master said that the bamboo chi is in your hands."

Shen Gurong froze, he raised his hand to show Xi Guxing, spread out his palm and scratched his five fingers, blankly: "Ah? But I can't see it, you... Can you help me see if there is a bamboo chi in my hand?" .”

Xi Guxing: "..."

This boy is good-looking, but his brain doesn't seem to be very good.

But seeing that he was obviously greatly stimulated, if he had encountered something like the massacre of the city, other people would have collapsed, and the young man seemed to have a sliver of sanity left, struggling to stay awake.

"Harm." Xi Guxing pretended to be relaxed and said, "It's okay, it's just a bamboo chi. If you lose it, you lose it. I'll make another one for you."

As soon as Xi Guxing finished speaking, Shen Gurong's two lines of tears flowed down instantly.

Xi Guxing: "!!!"

Xi Guxing was so frightened that he almost jumped up, he was at a loss and said: "You...don't cry, you, don't cry, I, what did I say wrong?"

Shen Gu Rongan shed tears quietly, her face was as pale as paper.

Xi Guxing tried to comfort him for a long time, but it was useless, so he just stood there dryly.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Gurong's long eyelashes trembled, and he said, "Thank you very much."

He was always thanking him, Xi Guxing was stunned for a moment, and felt that he was of no help, so he said awkwardly: "It's okay, you..."

Shen Gurong lightly interrupted him: "Excuse me, can you kill me?"

Xi Guxing was taken aback: "What?"

He had never seen someone who could say "kill me" so lightly, and for a moment Xi Guxing wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

Shen Gurong's voice was soft and waxy, with some crying sounds that did not go away after crying, it sounded like she was acting like a baby.

"Kill me." Shen Gurong said softly, "Thank you."

Without Jing Shilu, he doesn't know how to face his husband.

Without Jing Shilu, sir...wouldn't come looking for him.

Xi Guxing's face turned pale.

At this moment, Li Genglang ran in carelessly, put a bamboo chi into Shen Gurong's hand with a smile, and said, "Here, is this yours?"

Shen Gurong was taken aback for a moment, and immediately raised his hand to caress the bamboo chi inch by inch as if grasping at a straw.

He couldn't remember what the bamboo chi looked like, but it was roughly the same.

Shen Gurong began to cry quietly again, but this time, he didn't seek death any more, as if the sentence of begging for death just now was just a momentary muddleheaded nonsense.

As long as he is given a glimmer of hope, even if that hope is after a hundred or a thousand years, he can force himself to survive and survive.

Xi Guxing glared at Li Genglan, and said via voice transmission: "What are you doing with someone else's bamboo chi?"

Li Genglan smiled and said nothing, the real Jing Shilu hidden in his sleeve shone slightly, and he forcibly pressed it down with his cultivation.

Xi Guxing ignored him, and when Shen Gurong calmed down, he asked him softly, "What's your name?"

Shen Gurong stayed for a long time before muttering: "Fengxue."

Xi Guxing: "Huh?"

Shen Gurong raised his head, his eyes were slack, staring at the void absently, and said in a low voice: "Shen, Fengxue."

After that, Li Nanyan accepted him as an apprentice, but did not teach him anything. After all, ordinary people know that it is extremely difficult for a mortal to enter the Tao, and it cannot be solved by shedding a layer or two of skin.

Shen Gurong has delicate skin and tender flesh, she looks like she grew up in a honey pot, how could she endure that kind of inhuman pain.

Shen Gurong didn't mention it, and Nan Yijun didn't force it either.

I don't know if it was Li Nanzhang's instruction, but Liren Peak treated Shen Gurong very well. Lin Shuhe studied it for several years, and specially made him an ice cream that can help him see things. Chao Jiuxiao also often came to see him from Fengyutan.

Because Li Genglang retrieved his bamboo chi, Shen Gurong was very special towards Li Genglang, and had no intention of repelling him at all, and after recovering his sight, he even ran behind Li Genglang all day long.

Li Genglan seemed to think it was fun, took him everywhere, and promised him that he would work with him to find out who was behind the "plague ghost".

Because of this, Shen Gurong relied on him even more.

On the day when Shen Gurong was married to Guan, Lord Nanzhao, who had been in seclusion for a long time, finally came out and gave Shen Gurong a sealed sword - Lin Xiachun.

Shen Gurong didn't like swords, but the master gave them to him, so he had no choice but to pretend to be happy and take them.

In the past four years at Liren Peak, Shen Gurong's temperament has not changed much, but he would often hold the bamboo chi alone in a daze.

When Mr. Nanzhao saw him, he knew that the child hadn't recovered from the night of massacre at all, but seeing that he always made a big show of his disguise, he didn't expose him.

After the crowning ceremony was completed, Shen Gurong returned to Fanjiang Residence holding the sword.

It was the mustard seed house that Mr. Nanzhao found from Huitang City. He probably knew that it was the relic of the one who protected Shen Gurong, so he forcibly tore open the mustard seed and connected it with the present world. It was located in Jiuchun Mountain.

When Shen Gurong is alone, his face is always expressionless, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if he has taken off the mask of the young man's high spirits, and the whole person looks lifeless.

He put Lin Xiachun in the box with a sullen face, thinking that he probably would never need this sword in his life.

He lived to death at the Liren Summit, and maybe when he was old, he would ask Mr. Nanzhai for a life-prolonging elixir, which would allow him to survive until his husband reincarnated, live until his husband came to look for him, or he would look for him.

As long as Jing Shilu is completely handed over to the husband, then he can die without regret.

As for the plague ghost who massacred the city, the behind-the-scenes instigation must be all-powerful, and it may be a cultivation level that he could not achieve in several lifetimes. Shen Gurong did not seek humiliation, and simply gave up revenge.

My husband once said that hatred is an endless cycle.

His life is so short that he doesn't want to waste time on things that are impossible to accomplish.

All his life, he only lived to hand over Jing Shilu to his husband.

Shen Gurong closed the box, and was about to turn around and get on the couch, when he heard someone chuckle in his ear.

"eleven."

Shen Gurong glanced back, a smile suddenly appeared on his expressionless face: "Brother."

Li Genglan was dressed in red, sat on the window lattice with a smile, and smiled at him with his chin propped up.

"Master is really kind to you." Li Genglan smiled, "He has never been so kind to me."

Shen Gurong was stunned for a moment, thinking that Li Genglan was envious of Lin Xiachun, and asked hesitantly: "Brother, do you want that sword?"

Li Genglan smiled and said, "No, what I asked for was not what he gave."

He sat on the window sill, swinging his legs lazily, the moonlight poured down, covering half of his face in shadow.

"When Master picked me up decades ago, it was in the wasteland of Youzhou. I was almost burned to death by a fire spirit beast." For some reason, Li Genglan suddenly mentioned this, his tone rose, as if Like a script, the attitude is very relaxed and leisurely.

"At that time, the master descended from the sky like a god and rescued me from the mouth of the beast."

Shen Gurong thought for a while, and said, "Well, Master is very good."

But when Li Genglan said these things, he obviously didn't want to listen to Shen Gurong's praise of Mr. Nanyang. He curled his lips, but the smile in his eyes became colder and colder.

"I am a born demon cultivator. I became the first apprentice under Lord Nanzhao. I should have been so beautiful..." He raised his hand to wrap around a lock of hair hanging on his shoulders, and said calmly, "But because I am The body of the demon cultivator, but the master judged that he could not ascend to sainthood."

Shen Gurong was stunned for a moment, then said bluntly: "Senior brother, I... I don't know about monks."

"You should know." Li Genglan still looked at him with a smile, "It is common knowledge in the three realms that only those who practice the Tao can be recognized by the heavens to ascend to sainthood, and I was born as a demon cultivator, so I was doomed to stop in this life Mahayana period."

Shen Gurong didn't know why, but suddenly felt that the elder brother who treats him gently on weekdays suddenly became a little dangerous.

"But I'm not reconciled."

Li Genglan said: "I am unwilling to be reconciled to being ordered by the master to not be able to ascend as a demon cultivator before I work hard."

He stared at Shen Gurong, with a weird smile on his face: "Not only do I want to ascend with the body of a demon cultivator, but I also want to show him that even a dirty plague ghost can ascend to become a saint."

Shen Gurong was taken aback for a moment, and vaguely discovered something, but couldn't believe it for a moment.

After Li Genglan finished speaking, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, he looked at Shen Gurong with a cold expression, and said: "Do you know that getting along with people like you all these years makes me so sick that I almost want to vomit. "

Shen Gurong stared at him blankly: "Master...brother?"

Li Genglan turned his back to the moonlight, his whole face was hidden in the darkness, he said coldly: "Cowardly, fragile, stupid mortals, how can they be recognized by Jing Shilu, and how can they be loved by Master?"

Shen Gurong took half a step back and looked at him blankly.

"you……"

Li Genglan exudes malice that Shen Gurong has never seen before. Like a ghost, he stares at Shen Gurong ferociously, as if he wants to tear him to pieces.

"Obviously all the people in the city were slaughtered by those thirteen plague ghosts, why are you the only one left?"

Li Genglan jumped down from the window lattice, and approached Shen Gurong step by step, his voice was bewitching and gloomy as a demon cultivator: "Why do you want to survive? Why can't you become a plague ghost and ascend to sanctification, so that the so-called righteous monks of the Three Realms can take a look at it?" , even the plague ghosts that everyone shouts to beat can easily trample them under their feet."

Shen Gurong was forced to press his back against the wall, unable to retreat, he looked at Li Genglan in horror: "The thirteen plague ghosts are you..."

"it's me."

After testing Shen Gurong for four years, he finally confirmed that he is indeed a mortal, not a human disguised by some plague ghost after he became a saint.

Everything he did four years ago was ruined.

He was annoyed and resentful, why did he fail to raise the plague ghost in the end after spending so much energy, and the formation of "breeding the plague ghost" was successful, instead only a useless waste was left alive.

Li Genglan is used to pretending all his life, and even Li Nanyi has lied to him. At this time, he no longer wants to accompany Shen Gurong to act as a brother and friend. Tell him all the truth cruelly.

Li Genglan stared at Shen Gurong closely, his eyes full of bloodthirsty excitement.

He was looking forward to it too much, looking forward to the appearance of this small, shattered human being crying and despairing in front of him, so it would not be a loss to the scene of the perfect senior brother that he had performed in the past four years.

Seeing that Shen Gurong was about to cry, Li Genglan moved closer to him, and his mouth was full of cruel words.

"You are alive, the people in that city..."

"Don't you just die in vain?"

Shen Gurong trembled all over, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and almost shed a tear.

For some reason, when Li Genglan looked at Shen Gurong's face, the disgust of the past four years suddenly disappeared.A certain unspeakable desire suddenly appeared in my heart, spreading like a vine.

This face, this skin...

Why didn't he realize that this mortal's figure was so attractive?

He raised his hand to pinch Shen Gurong's chin, forcing him to look at himself.

"If you practice Taoism, it will be fine. The mortal body is too fragile." Li Genglan's breathing was a little short, and the scarlet magic pupils of the demon cultivator rolled with strong desire, "If you are a monk, I will fight for half my life." It would be a pity to take you captive to make a cauldron."

Shen Gurong said blankly: "Are you lying to me?"

Li Genglan looked at his crying appearance, and his breathing became heavier. He curled his lips into a smile, raised his hand to caress Shen Gurong's face, and said lightly: "Can't you see it? Tsk, what a waste After four years, if I had known you were so deceitful, I should have disregarded Master's dissuasion and taken you to my bed..."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of a sharp knife passing through his body resounded in his ears.

Li Genglan lowered his eyes and saw that Shen Gurong was holding Lin Xiachun who came from nowhere, the aura of the sword body was completely hidden, and even Li Genglan, who had a golden core cultivation base, didn't notice it.

The half of the sword pierced into his lower abdomen, and the blood instantly stained their clothes red.

The fragility on Shen Gurong's face has completely disappeared, and he said expressionlessly: "I should have killed you long ago."

His relatives died tragically, and his husband committed suicide in front of him. After experiencing such a thing, Shen Gurong is no longer the boy who could easily collapse with a little betrayal.

He is sincerely dependent on Li Genglan, but that dependence can be easily discarded by him.

On the night he returned to the Lantern Festival in Tangcheng, he had thoroughly learned how to perfectly control his emotions and body.

It's only late at night, he can afford it.

Li Genglan was stabbed with a sword, but instead of feeling pain, the excitement on his face was even heavier, he pinched Shen Gurong's chin and forced him to look at him, laughed like crazy, and said: "I was wrong , I shouldn’t think you are cowardly and stupid. How can you be a pure and innocent little white rabbit after experiencing the massacre of people all over the city? I was mistaken.”

He didn't care about the wound on his waist and abdomen at all, raised his hand and pressed Shen Gurong against the wall, forcibly broke his wrist holding Lin Xiachun, pulled it high above his head, and tied it tightly to the wall with vines.

"It's just that you are still too merciful in your actions. If you want to kill someone, you have to stab your chest with a sword, little eleven."

Shen Gurong kicked him expressionlessly: "If you don't kill me today, I will cut you to pieces in the future."

"I won't kill you." At the end of the night, he hastily stopped the blood on his waist and abdomen, threw Lin Xiachun aside, stroked Shen Gurong's face, and smiled, "If you can stay under me To survive tonight, I am willing to be killed by you."

Shen Gurong understood what he meant in a trance, and was so disgusted that she almost vomited it out.

It's just that he has been in Liren Peak for so many years, and he has only made up for his lost body. He doesn't have a trace of cultivation on his body, and he is no match for Li Genglan of Jindan.

If Li Genglan wanted to kill him, he would just move a finger and he would disappear into the world like powder without leaving even a trace.

For a moment, Shen Gurong suddenly couldn't help wanting to enter the Tao.

If he could enter the Tao, he would be able to slash the enemy with his hands, instead of being so humiliatingly trapped on the wall, unable to even struggle.

Li Genglan pinched his chin, and said calmly: "Cry, show me how you cry, and I will be gentler to you."

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong kicked Li Genglan's injured waist, but just as he kicked over, Li Genglan grabbed his slender ankle.

Shen Gurong struggled instinctively, but quickly calmed down.

Li Genglan thought he had compromised, and was about to strike, when he felt a chill in his back, Lin Xiachun stabbed him from behind.

This time, it pierced his heart.

Li Genglan paused, and due to the collapse of his spiritual power, the vines on Shen Gurong's hands withered instantly. He fell to the ground and stood up slowly while leaning on the wall.

Li Genglan's eyes hardened: "You have no spiritual power, how did you control Lin Xiachun?"

Shen Gurong stared at him coldly, raised his hand lightly, obviously without any spiritual power, Lin Xiachun still took the initiative to fly into his hand with bloodstains.

"Master may not have told you." Shen Gurong knew that what Li Genglan cared most about was Li Nanyi's evaluation, otherwise it would be impossible to do such a frenzied massacre of the city just because of a word from Master. So every sentence pokes at the tip of Li Genglan's heart.

"The reason why Lin Xiachun is the most fierce sword in the Three Realms is that once he recognizes the master, even a mortal can control him."

Li Genglan sneered: "Only you can make him recognize the master?"

Shen Gurong held Lin Xiachun, and said indifferently: "As you can see."

In the middle of the night, he lost too much blood, and his whole body was on the verge of collapse.

"Thanks to senior brother." Shen Gurong walked over holding the sword, and pressed the tip of the sword against Li Genglan's neck, "Lin Xiachun recognized the killing intent, and my killing intent towards you is enough to suppress Lin Xiachun."

The fierce sword Lin Xiachun's seal was completely released, and was controlled by Shen Gurong to use the terrifying killing intent on the sword to suppress Li Genglan so hard that he couldn't even move his spiritual power for a while.

After Li Genglan was killed in this way, his face became even crazier. He laughed, as if provocatively: "Do you dare to kill me? If you kill me, Master will definitely drive you out of Liren Peak. Can mortals survive in the Three Realms full of tigers and wolves?"

Shen Gurong was unmoved at all: "You don't have to worry about that."

The tip of his sword slowly slashed across Li Genglang's neck, imitating Li Genglang's words just now, and said indifferently: "Cry for me, and I will be gentler to you."