Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

A moment later, Mu Yu held Shen Gurong's hand, and wiped the back of his hand with the water from the river.

Shen Gurong let Mu Ban to toss herself, looked at the water waves under her feet expressionlessly, and looked like a cold and sage king with no waves in an ancient well.

Mu Yu heard his master say: "My mouth hurts, is Mu Yu a beast?"

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Ban's hand stopped, and he turned his head to look at Shen Gurong's lips.

Shen Gurong's lips were a little red and swollen, and a corner was bitten off by Mu Yan, making it even more red.

Sensing that Mu Yu was looking at him, Shen Gurong tilted his head and said coldly, "What are you looking at?"

"Hands! Wash your hands quickly!"

Mu Yan smiled, and continued to clean the dirt on the back of his hand.

Obviously a monk can easily solve something with a single decision, but Mu Yu held Shen Gurong's hand and imitated ordinary people to clean him a little bit. Prefer the mortal way of life.

Shen Gurong sat on the stone steps by the river, propped his chin with his free hand, and looked at Mu Yan with his head tilted. There was still a blush at the end of his eyes, most of which was hidden by the ice cream, but it became more and more serious. Appears seductive.

"Mu Ban." Shen Gurong called him.

Mu Ji was holding his slender five fingers to wipe off the water stains between his fingers bit by bit, when he heard the words, he replied vaguely: "Huh?"

Shen Gurong asked softly: "Does the matter of the demon lord have anything to do with you?"

Mu Ji's hand tightened suddenly, and he raised his head to look at Shen Gurong in astonishment.

Seeing his reaction, Shen Gurong probably knew that the fact that the demon lord was approaching a desperate situation to reveal his true face had something to do with Mu Ban, or that the person behind Qingyu who was helping behind the scenes was Mu Ban.

He moved his fingers lightly, and said lightly: "You hurt me."

Only then did Mu Yan come back to his senses, and spread his hands almost in embarrassment.

Shen Gurong withdrew his hand, lightly touched the side of Mu Ji's slumped face, and said softly: "Tell Master, why did you help Qingyu to deal with the demon lord? Were you his opponent at that time? "

Mu Yan's lips moved slightly, but he couldn't say anything.

When he agreed to Qingyu to deal with the demon lord back then, there was no other reason, it was just for Taozhou Daze's spiritual veins, and the longer he stayed in the demon clan, the more he hated the demon lord who single-handedly made the century-old agreement back then.

If it weren't for him, it would be impossible for Shen Gurong to be trapped in Liren Peak for so many years.

With hatred, Mu Yan Zaizhi Qingyu deliberately guided him, but he still helped him kill the Demon Lord without hesitation.

In the end, he succeeded, and Qingyu successfully forced the demon master out of Taozhou Daze, and by the way, discovered the secret that only Jing Shilu knew, that the demon master was not a phoenix.

But even though Qingyu forced the demon lord out of Taozhou, Li Renfeng still didn't get the spirit vein of the demon clan, so he escaped from Genglan.

Mu Yan's face was a little pale, and he whispered: "I just..."

Shen Gurong's voice became softer: "Huh?"

Mu Ji met Shen Gu Rong's gaze, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "I just want to do this."

Shen Gurong didn't expect to get this answer, and blinked: "What?"

Mu Yanhao stepped forward, grabbed Shen Gurong's hand, pressed it to his heart, and said in a deep voice, "I hate that I was born too late, I hate that when you were persecuted by everyone, I didn't stand by your side and cut off all those villains. kill."

He lowered his head slightly, his voice a little hoarse: "I hate... I didn't protect you earlier."

Shen Gurong's eyes widened slightly, and he wanted to respond: "You have already protected me."

But before he could say the words, he realized that the person in front of him was Mu Yan, not the old gentleman, even if they were reincarnated, they were not the same person at all.

What he said was an insult to Mu Ban and a blasphemy to Mr.

Shen Gurong stared at Mu Yu for a long while, then suddenly smiled, and said, "That's why you joined forces with Qingyu to plot against the demon lord?"

Mu Yan was silent and acquiesced.

He was a little scared, afraid that Shen Gurong would think that his city was too deep and beyond his control, but he couldn't help but wanted to tell Shen Gurong how many despicable things he had done and how many schemes he had done these years.

Mu Ji's fingers were trembling, and he suddenly felt Shen Gurong hugging him lightly in a daze.

Mu Yan was startled, and looked up at him blankly.

Shen Gurong said with a smile: "Very well done, Master likes it."

Mu Yan was stunned.

"The demon lord is not something anymore." Shen Gurong sighed, resting his chin on Mu Zhi's shoulder, and said lazily, "I'm not interested in his crap, but he seems to be suffering from delusions of persecution. I think I'm going to hurt him."

Mu Yu hugged him back, and murmured with some fear: "Master, don't you blame me?"

Shen Gurong laughed and said, "What am I blaming you for? You help me plot my enemies and I blame you. Isn't this turning your elbows out?"

Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking it was the same.

Shen Gurong knew what he was thinking: "Do you think I will think you are a bad boy because of this?"

Mu Yu frowned, he didn't like the word "child", but the meaning of this sentence was similar to what he had thought all these years. He always wanted to disguise himself to make Shen Gurong feel that he was still the docile and well-behaved boy when he was young. An apprentice, not a villain who is calculating people everywhere.

He nodded.

Shen Gurong couldn't help but smile, he leaned close to Mu Ji's ear, bit his earlobe lightly, and said softly, "But Master likes a bad boy like you."

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Ban's body was full of energy and blood, and Shen Gurong's words made him almost press him against the wall again to get dirty.

Shen Gurong washed his hands clean, and continued to study how to find the hiding place of Li Genglan.

Mu Yan said: "Xiwu should know."

Shen Gurong shook her head: "Since Li Genglan can use the magic breath in his consciousness to control Xiwu, he won't let her reveal her hiding place."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his toes, and met his eyes with a spirit snake three steps away.

Shen Gurong: "..."

Spirit Snake: "..."

Shen Gurong took back his steps silently.

Mu Yu took a step forward to block in front of him, exchanged a glance with the limp spirit snake, and recognized that it was the one next to Xi Wu.

The snake that had been thrown under the city wall by Mu Ban had somehow come here suddenly.

The snake was obviously enlightened, looking at Shen Gurong with tears in his eyes, the snake was spitting out a letter, its little head seemed to want to express something bit by bit.

Mu Ji stayed in the Yaozu for a long time, and he could barely understand some of the Yaozu's language. He stepped forward, leaned down to face the snake, and listened to its hissing non-stop.

Half a day later, Mu Ban turned his head and said, "Master, it said it remembered how to find Li Genglan."

Shen Gurong was looking at the side with his sleeves rolled up, when he heard this, he turned around in surprise: "It knows?"

Mu Ji picked up the little snake and nodded: "Well, it can guide us."

The little snake has Shen Xiwu's spiritual power and consciousness in its body, so it instinctively gets close to Shen Gurong, spits at him in a flattering manner, and wants to entangle Shen Gurong.

Shen Gurong raised his hand, expressing that he didn't have to, he didn't want to be so entangled anymore.

With the little snake leading the way, at least the two of them don't have to wander around Xianzhou like headless chickens.

Because of Shen Gurong's arrival, the entire Xianzhou was full of soldiers, and demon cultivators patrolled everywhere, trying to find Shen Gurong.

Shen Gurong swaggered and walked on the long street with Mu Yu, and the invisibility during the Mahayana period would definitely make everyone turn a blind eye to them.

Following the little snake's guidance, the two walked through the long street of Xianzhou, and finally went straight through Xianzhou to a lake outside the back city gate.

Little Snake: "Hiss, hiss!"

"Wade across the water, and you can see a wooden house in the middle of the lake, and that's it. Can the holy king kiss me?"

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Ji threw the little snake into the water with a blank expression.

Little Snake: "Hiss!"

"Oh!"

Shen Gurong asked curiously: "What did it just say?"

Mu Yu wiped his hands casually with a handkerchief, and said calmly, "It says that Li Genglan is in the center of the lake."

When Shen Gurong saw the little snake crawling ashore with a leaf covered in wetness, she shrank back unnaturally, and didn't ask any more questions.

Mu Ji was about to go there with Shen Gurong, but Shen Gurong said: "There are probably thirteen plague ghosts gathered in Xianzhou, you should deal with them first."

Mu Yan was taken aback, looked at Shen Gurong's side face, realized that he wanted to push himself away, and went to see Li Genglan alone, he hesitated: "Master?"

Shen Gurong smiled at him and said, "Go."

Knowing that once Shen Gurong made a decision, he would not change it easily, so he nodded slightly: "Yes."

He turned and left, and when he turned around at the gate of the back city, he saw that Shen Gurong, who was standing on the shore of the lake, had disappeared, melting into the misty mist on the lake like a white mist.

Shen Gurong walked on the water as if walking on flat ground, and slowly stepped across the water with her wide sleeves folded to the ground, surrounded by vast mist and mist.

Lin Xiachun turned into a human body and followed behind him, staring blankly at the duckweed under his feet, and murmured: "It would be great if I were this duckweed."

Without turning her head back, Shen Gurong said lightly, "Come."

Lin Xiachun looked at the cabin not far away, squatted on the water with some resistance, and whispered, "Dirty."

Shen Gurong curled her lips into a smile: "Don't you like blood the most?"

Lin Xiachun said in a muffled voice, "He's too dirty."

Shen Gurong chuckled lightly, hooked her fingers, and said, "Even if it's dirty, I still have to come."

Lin Xiachun was silent for a moment, then stood up silently and followed Shen Gurong.

As he got closer to the wooden house, Shen Gurong's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his breathing became a little short.

Lin Xiachun said, "Are you happy?"

Shen Gurong licked her lips and murmured: "Yes."

Lin Xiachun trembled silently, thinking that his master was really a devil, to be so enthusiastic about such things.

Afraid, trembling, but too lazy to resist.

Lin Xiachun followed Shen Gurong to the small wooden house in the middle of the lake. The wooden house had existed for an unknown amount of time, and the water plants had spread and climbed up the roof, so emerald green that it almost merged with the entire lake.

The white mist in the entire lake seemed to be attracted by something, and slowly condensed into a spiral around the wooden house.

Shen Gurong stepped on the wooden steps slowly, the wood was too old, and there was a "squeak" sound when he stepped on it.

With Shen Gurong's cultivation level, he couldn't detect the presence of people in this wooden house. It seems that Li Genglan made a lot of magic circles to hide his breath.

Shen Gurong walked to the door that was covered by water plants, and hummed lazily as a signal. Lin Xiachun hesitated for a long time, then reluctantly stepped forward, and opened the door for Shen Gurong who didn't want to get his hands dirty.

The door opened slightly, and a ray of light poured in, illuminating the densely packed blood-colored magic circle in the room.

Li Genglan was sitting on a wooden wheelchair facing the door, and raised his head slightly when he heard the sound of the door, his red magic pupils slowly revealed a strange light, and looked straight at Shen Gurong.

Shen Gurong walked forward casually, bowed his head lightly, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, long time no see."

His gaze swept over Li Genglan's immobile hands and legs one by one, and finally landed on the unrecognizable face.

Shen Gurong's Mahayana stage cultivation base easily saw through the disguise on Li Genglan's face, and saw that scarred face was covered by a spiritual mask, disguised as an extraordinary handsome appearance, and smiled unconsciously.

Under the confidant's mask are ugly dry bones.

"It's really ridiculous." Shen Gurong's posture was polite, but his words were completely unforgiving, "Does senior brother care about your face so much?"

Li Genglan looked at him expressionlessly.

Shen Gurong smiled and said: "That's great, I ruined your face first, it was really a wise choice."

He gently raised his hand, Lin Xiachun closed the door, and the whole cabin was immediately shrouded in darkness.

Shen Gurong flicked his fingers, and a cluster of flames floated in the air, slightly illuminating half of their faces.

Shen Gurong rolled up his sleeves, and said calmly: "If you go back to Tangcheng for 130 lives, you can exchange them for 130, [-], and it should be a good deal."

Lin Xiachun didn't know what he had thought of, and a horrible look slowly appeared on his face that had been always numb, but his eyes seemed to be bloodthirsty, emitting a little bit of red light.

"Back then, because of Li Nanzhang and the demon master's obstruction, the senior brother only suffered half of it."

Shen Gurong tilted his head slightly, the light flickered slightly, and the smile on his face had completely disappeared in the short interval between one dark and one bright.

He has a cold and stern face, but his whole body is actually like a soul ecstasy from the underworld.

"The remaining half, let's continue."

The author has something to say: Which of you is the villain?

Lin Xiachun squatted in the corner and drew a circle silently: If only I were that cluster of flames.