Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

Shen Gurong followed Changying Mountain's disciples to the morning classes for several days in a row, and the trembling disciples were getting used to his presence, at least they wouldn't break out in a cold sweat every morning class.

On the day of Grain Rain, the sky began to rain patter.

When Shen Gurong arrived at Zhibai Hall with a bamboo bone umbrella, the morning bell had already struck four times.

If it is usually full of people at this time, today I don't know why, the whole Zhibai hall has not a single disciple.

Shen Gurong closed the umbrella, sat on the futon in doubt and waited for a long time, but still no one came.

Shen Gurong gave a "tsk", are these disciples going to heaven?How dare they skip class collectively.

It was drizzling, and Shen Gurong lay on the desk by the window and looked at it for a while, feeling a little drowsy.

Shen Fengxue's shell was too weak, Shen Gurong took the elixir pill that Xi Guxing gave him every day, after a few days, the spiritual power in his body circulated a little, but he still couldn't sleep enough.

Shen Gurong yawned, pulled himself together, and looked for Xi Guxing while pinching the chalcedony.

"Brother."

Xi Guxing returned quickly, his tone somehow irritable: "What's the matter? Tell me!"

Shen Gurong: "What's wrong with you, who provoked you again?"

"It's not because of you!" Xi Guxing became impatient.

Shen Gurong felt very innocent: "What's wrong with me? I haven't done anything these days."

"Master, I don't know where I heard the news of your injury. A few days ago, I sent a letter to your sixth senior brother, asking him to make a healing elixir for you within three days."

Shen Gurong: "Huh?"

"He dares to be angry and dare not speak up and can't scold you, so he can only turn to me." Xi Guxing, "He has been scolding you all night now, just now he took time to drink medicine—tsk, he came back, and he started again."

"Shen Fengxue, be careful, the sixth junior brother will poison you to death sooner or later."

Shen Gurong: "..."

In Shen Fengxue's impression, his Sixth Senior Brother seemed to be a sick doctor who did not heal himself. He coughed up several liters of blood after walking a few extra steps every day. He was untouchable and had such a violent temper.

Xi Guxing listened to the sixth junior brother scolding sickly, and asked Shen Gurong: "What's the matter, tell me quickly - I'm going to be annoyed to death by you, I shouldn't have promised Master to be the head teacher in the first place."

Shen Gurong said dryly: "Brother, you have worked hard."

Xi Guxing: "Say."

Shen Gurong asked: "Is today a special day? Why hasn't Zhibaitang come alone?"

Xi Guxing was silent for a while, and said in a strange tone: "Maybe I practiced too late last night, and everyone got up late. If you wait there, it will probably come in a while."

Shen Gurong didn't doubt him either, and continued to sit there and wait.

Wait, wait, wait, Shen Gurong almost turned into a watchdog.

Shen Gu Rongrong sat, couldn't help but took a nap for an hour, after knowing whether Xi Guxing was playing tricks on him, he flicked the chalcedony again.

"Xi Guxing, why haven't they come yet?"

Xi Guxing said in a strange tone, "Are you still waiting?"

Shen Gurong: "What do you think?"

Xi Guxing couldn't hold it back, and sneered directly: "Shen Fengxue, you still have today?"

Shen Gurong: "..."

Can you speak human language? !

Xi Guxing laughed at him before saying, "Do you know whose morning class it is today?"

Shen Gurong said with a wooden face: "Who is it?"

As soon as he asked, he was taken aback for a moment, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly: "Lou...do you not return?"

"Yes." Xi Guxing said, "He takes a long time to come to morning class every time. The disciples have gotten used to it over the years. Every time he has morning class, he will be two hours late at the same time."

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong was a little angry now: "Why didn't you tell me just now?"

Xi Guxing: "Of course it's to trick you."

Shen Gurong: "You..."

Shen Gurong took a deep breath, but fortunately he had a good temper, so he asked second best: "Then why didn't other disciples tell me about this?"

Seeing him deflated, Xi Guxing seemed very happy: "You, Shen Fengxue, sent everyone to yell and beat you at Liren Peak. Who would take the initiative to tell you?"

Shen Gurong: "..."

Autistic, do not want to talk.

Xi Guxing taunted him again, and Shen Gurong wiped off the chalcedony with a pale face.

Shen Gurong planted her head on the desk, groaned weakly, and scolded Xi Guxing in a low voice: "Master, Master, you are a Master, Master."

When Mu Yu ran to the long corridor outside Zhibai hall with an umbrella, he heard his master muttering, as if he was saying something like "Teacher", he stopped unconsciously, and turned his head slightly to look at the past .

His master, who had always been sitting upright, seemed to have no bones in his body, lying limply on the desk, his hands hanging on the edge of the desk, his slender, white fingers tapping rhythmically with his tone.

"Palm, teach." Knock twice.

"Xi, palm, teach." Knock three times.

Like a child throwing a tantrum.

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Yan put away the umbrella without saying a word, shook off the rain from the tail of the umbrella, and walked quickly into Zhibai Hall.

As soon as he heard the footsteps, Shen Gurong, who was scolding Xi Guxing in a low voice, immediately sat up straight.

Mu Yu walked in, bowed his head and saluted: "Master."

Shen Gurong waited for more than an hour, and estimated the time, it should take half an hour to come back.

Shen Gurong asked: "Why did you come so early?"

Mu Ji originally thought that someone had told Shen Gurong that the morning class would be delayed today, so he wanted to come early so that he could avoid coming to Zhibaidang with Shen Gurong.

But I didn't expect to avoid it on the road, but bumped into it in Zhibaitang.

Mu Ji took the small cloth bag and went to his place and sat on the futon with his knees bent: "I haven't finished the homework left by the elder yesterday, so come here earlier to make up for it."

Shen Gurong didn't seem to be able to see Mu Yu's indifference, so he got up and walked to the desk next to Mu Yu and sat down, propping his face lazily on the side of his hand, and found a way to talk: "Huh? Is there any homework that I don't understand? Do you answer?"

Mu Ji glanced at him strangely, and thought of something, and slightly moved the corner of his lips.

He took out the scrolls and put them on the table one by one, saying: "Don't bother Master."

Shen Gurong moved his fingers slightly while holding his side face, thinking: Oh, I was rejected again, this brat is quite angry.

Shen Gurong was so bored, he glanced at the small wooden box that was left out of Mu's cloth bag from the corner of his eye, and found another topic.

"what is this?"

Mu Yan looked at what he was pointing at, took out the small box, and said, "This is a wooden box containing elixir..."

When he said this, he pursed his lips, and gently opened the small wooden box, revealing the candied fruit inside.

Mu Yan whispered: "I was afraid of wasting it, so I used it to put the candied fruit given by Senior Brother Li Suo."

Shen Gurong stared at the candied fruit in the box, thinking: I want to eat it.

Shen Fengxue has long since had a bigu, and Shen Gurong hasn't had a drop of water in his body for several days since he came here, but he didn't feel any discomfort. At first glance, he saw the food of ordinary people, and his saliva almost flowed down.

Shen Gurong forcibly endured it, said "oh", turned her head and remained silent.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but Mu Yu's treatment of him... seems to be different from before.

The former Mu Ban had always resisted and loathed Shen Gurong. Even though Shen Gurong saved him, his resentment had disappeared a lot, but he still couldn't get close to Shen Gurong.

Now, I don't know if he has figured it out by himself, it seems that he is not as repulsive to Shen Gurong's approach as before.

If in normal times, Shen Gurong suddenly approached him, Mu Yan would have been acting instinctively, and his whole body was so tense that he wanted to jump up;

But today's Mu Ban not only didn't want to escape, but he was able to exchange a few words with Shen Gurong normally, looking quite relaxed.

Shen Gurong thought to himself: "This is finally figured out that I won't hurt him anymore? Tsk, it seems that it is still useful to shamelessly pull the little protagonist to communicate the relationship between master and apprentice."

The two masters and apprentices sat very close to each other, one propped his head up to think wildly, and the other sat upright and practiced calligraphy.

Half an hour later, the disciples of Zhibaitang came over slowly, and seeing the already arrived Shengjun, he quickly took his seat.

Soon, Lou Bugui, who was two hours late, finally came to his "morning class" with a small backpack on his back.

All the disciples came over after lunch, and Lou Buguiyi got up and saluted.

"Good afternoon, Uncle Master."

Lou Bugui put the small backpack on the desk for the lecture, and said vaguely, "Good morning."

Shen Gurong: "..."

Lou Bugui was still immersed in his own little world, entered the Zhibai Hall without looking at anyone else, carefully took out the herbs in the small back basket and placed them on the desk, and said slowly: "Today we will learn how to photograph Soul Grass."

Li Suo sat in the front row and reminded softly, "Uncle Master, the head teacher won't let you teach us poisonous weeds."

Lou Bugui didn't seem to hear it, and still explained to himself: "The stems and branches of the dementing grass are green, and the main branch has ten branches. A drop of medicine can kill monks below the foundation in an instant."

As he spoke, he tore off a branch of the Dementor Grass, and was about to stuff it into his mouth with his eyes downcast.

Li Suo was obviously as familiar with this situation as his master, and quickly snatched the herb away, and said softly, "Master, you can just explain it, you don't need to try the medicine yourself."

Lou Bugui let out an "ah" and said blankly: "I am already a golden elixir, even if I try the medicine, I won't die, I will only lose my soul for a moment."

Li Suo's smile could hardly be maintained, monks were most afraid of losing their souls, even if they lost their souls for a while, there would be big troubles, let alone for a moment.

Li Suo sighed, and said, "Master, let's explain first."

Lou Bugui probably also knew that something was wrong. His bad habit of stuffing medicine into his mouth as soon as he saw it would not change for a while, and someone had to stop it.

He nodded, and after collecting the dementor weed, he continued to explain the second poisonous weed.

He didn't react until he finished explaining all the poisons: "Ah, then don't tell your seniors that I will teach you poisonous weeds."

Li Suo: "..."

Li Suo said, "Okay."

All the disciples liked this uncle who didn't have to get up early for morning classes, they listened to him very much, and tried to cover up for him if they could: "Yes, uncle."

After a poisonous weed class, it was already afternoon.

Shen Gurong was a little interested in the dementor grass that did not return to the building, so she went over to organize the herbs for him after morning class.

Lou Bugui looked up at him, tilting his head left and right, and it took him a while to recognize him.

"Ah, eleven."

Shen Gurong quietly stole a dementor grass from him: "Senior brother's lectures are very good, and I have been taught by eleven."

If the Dementor Grass can make a monk in the golden core stage lose his soul for a while, then it should be possible to make him move his soul.

Shen Gurong really wanted to know, where did Shen Fengxue go when his soul entered this shell?

What will happen to this body when his soul leaves?

Lou Bugui didn't know if he understood the compliment, he lowered his head and continued to organize the herbs, after a glance, he suddenly said, "One is missing."

Shen Gurong: "..."

Are your eyes so good?

Shen Gurong was about to find a reason to slip away, when suddenly he heard a loud noise coming from outside.

"The monster race is full of makeup! I'm here to ask for marriage at Liren Peak!"

The disciples who hadn't completely left looked at each other and whispered in small groups.

There is a boundary monument on Liren Peak, and outsiders cannot enter without authorization, and the voice echoing in the mountain should be transmitted by secret techniques, and the sound echoed wave after wave, echoing throughout Liren Peak like ripples.

Shen Gurong pondered, who is this Xue Manzhuang? This posture looks quite arrogant.

He asked Lou Bugui: "Are there any female cultivators in our Liren Peak?"

Lou Bugui was still saying: "My medicine is low, Eleven, did you see who stole my medicine?—Where is my sword?"

Shen Gurong was a little guilty, and wanted to return it back, but she didn't dare to act under Lou Bugui's nose, lest she be chopped off.

He got up with a dry cough, and followed other disciples out to watch a good show.

Under the blue sky, a white crane spread its wings and flew, slowly stopping at the halfway up Yuxu Mountain.

Xi Guxing was practicing his sword, when he saw Bai He approaching, he frowned slightly: "What happened to Shen Shishi?"

As soon as the words fell, Xue Manzhuang's voice had already reached Yuxu Mountain.

"The monster race is full of makeup! I'm here to ask for marriage at Liren Peak!"

Xi Guxing's face immediately turned green.

He said coldly: "Has he healed from the injury he was beaten by Shen Shiyi a few years ago?"

Bai He said: "It looks like it's all right, and it's waiting at the World Spirit Monument."

Xi Guxing sneered: "Go and tell him that Shen Fengxue has already retreated and has no time to compete with him, let alone agree to join him, let him go early."

Bai He hesitated.

Xi Guxing: "What?"

Bai He murmured: "But the Holy Monarch has already gone to the Jieling Monument."

Xi Guxing: "..."

Shen Fengxue... Is this finally agreeing to join that little red bird? !

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Shen Gurong [excited onlookers]: Hey!Someone is asking for a kiss! !