Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

Shen Fengxue's Fan Jiang lived beside the towering bodhi tree.

The courtyard is elegant and solitary, and a waterfall falls like a ribbon on the mountain behind the house.

The night falls, and the night mist hangs bright lights.

Shen Gurong was wearing a green shirt that dragged the floor and pushed the door and stepped into the Fanjiang residence.

On the door plaque at the gate of the courtyard is written the word "Fan Jiang", which is illuminated by two bright lamps, revealing the cumbersome spells that can be separated to avoid prying eyes.

As soon as there were no outsiders, Shen Gurong's true colors were revealed, as if he had lost all his bones.

He unbuttoned his green shirt and outer robe, casually glanced at the very simple layout of Fanjiang Center, and threw the clothes on the bamboo couch.

"I really want to go home."

Shen Gurong muttered softly, lying on the couch listlessly, rolling around on the couch by the window several times like a lazy cat, the icicles on her eyes loosened a bit.

He went through the people and things he encountered today in his mind, and finally sighed softly, completely accepting the fact that he will not go home easily.

Shen Gurong stared at the bamboo chi hanging by the window, thinking bitterly: "This book is quite interesting."

Although Shen Fengxue has already offended the little protagonist thoroughly, but it is not a fatal situation, and there is still room for change if he uses his brain a little bit.

His mind was tense all day, and he relaxed for a while, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The courtyard was full of evening mist flowers, and a round bird spread its wings and landed on the window lattice, staring at Shen Gurong with its head tilted.

Dawn breaks in the sky, and the sun shines on the east.

The bird on the window lattice spread its wings and flew out of Fanjiangju.

The three morning classes at Liren Peak started at Chen hour. Disciples frolicked in groups of three or four, and went from the suspension bridge connecting the three peaks to the Zhibai Hall in Changying Mountain for morning classes.

The black mist that slowly climbed up the mountain steps climbed all night, and finally climbed to the halfway up the mountainside of Changying Mountain, Liren Peak, before dawn.

It struggled on the spot for a long time before it turned into an illusory human form with difficulty. There was a black line at the fingertips that floated forward as if blown by the wind.

The plague ghost was chased all the way from Youzhou to Liren Peak by the group of Zhu Xie, and was seriously injured by the magic weapon halfway. He couldn't maintain his spiritual power yesterday, but fortunately, he escaped in time and fled into the deep mountain in a daze.

It staggered forward weakly following the black line.

Just take away...

Even if it is a mortal, it will surely be able to recharge its energy and reshape its spiritual body.

It moved for a long time with the last wings, and finally pushed away the bushes before the spiritual power collapsed.

On the bluestone floor in front of the Zhibai Hall in Changying Mountain, a group of disciples wearing colorful clothes were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, with an illusory spell floating between their eyebrows, as if they were practicing.

The plague ghost was stunned, isn't there no spiritual energy on this mountain?Why are there still disciples practicing?

It was stunned in place. If it was an ordinary person, it could easily seize the body, but for any person with spiritual power, he was afraid that if he could not seize the body, he would be smashed to pieces by the spiritual power.

Plague Ghost: "..."

Climbing all night in vain.

Before it had time to think about it, the leading disciple suddenly opened his eyes silently, looking straight in the direction of the plague ghost.

Plague Ghost: "..."

The plague ghost suddenly covered in cold sweat, turned around and turned into a palm-sized black mist, curled up in the grass, not daring to move.

Because Li Suo opened his eyes halfway, the meditation amulet between his brows suddenly exploded and dissipated.

Li Suo didn't disturb the others. He tiptoed and flew towards the black mist three steps away.

Yu Xinghe, who was sitting by the window of Zhibai Hall practicing calligraphy, stared at Li Suo, raised his hand and poked Mu Ji, and said in a low voice, "Senior brother Li Suo's meditation talisman exploded again, did he have another lesson in this class?" Want to be scolded by the head teacher?"

Mu Ji copied the Jingxin Sutra without looking sideways, and said in a gentle voice, "Practice your calligraphy."

With candied fruit in his mouth, Yu Xinghe said in a vague voice, "But look, he's such a big man, yet he's still poking ants there."

Mu Ji looked up, and as expected, he saw Li Suo in the yellow shirt squatting there, holding a small piece of dead branch in his hand, and gently poking a small black mass on the ground.

A gust of wind blew, and Mu Ji saw a smear of ashes on the Meditation Sutra. He raised his little hand to wipe it, but inadvertently saw a black line floating slightly on his little finger.

He was startled, and when he looked closely, the black line disappeared in an instant.

He raised his hand again, and the dust disappeared.

He was slightly taken aback, and turned his palm back and forth to look for a long time, but he didn't see a trace of dust.

Yu Xinghe bit the pen holder: "What's the matter?"

Mu Ji shook his head, and was about to speak when he heard a shocking sound not far away.

Everyone trembled, and the disciples who were practicing the meditation talisman were disturbed by this sound, and the talismans in front of them exploded one by one.

"What's wrong, what's this?"

"The ground moved?!"

"..."

Not far from Suo, there was a blown-out hole in front of him, which was emitting black smoke.

He turned his head and smiled at the panicked juniors: "Don't panic."

The younger brothers gathered around and asked curiously: "Brother, what is that?"

Li Suo took a fan to fan the wind, squinted his eyes and said: "It's nothing, I just found out that the plague ghosts that the group of Zhu Xie were chasing yesterday were eliminated."

As soon as the word "Plague Ghost" was uttered, the younger disciple was startled and hurriedly backed away.

The Zangshu Pavilion on Liren Peak once recorded what happened a hundred years ago. Fengdu City, a refuge city with thousands of people, was massacred to death by a ghost cultivator who took over the house, which shocked the three worlds.

Since then, ghost cultivators have been shouted and beaten by everyone.

Li Suo stretched his waist, and softly comforted his junior brother: "I told you not to be afraid, it has already been wiped out. Besides, Liren Peak has a boundary monument, and ordinary ghost cultivators and demon cultivators will not easily enter it."

At this moment, Xi Guxing came over with a sword in black clothes, and said coldly: "Are you going to rebel?!"

Everyone was startled, and hurriedly lowered their heads like a quail.

"Morning Master."

Xi Guxing looked at the culprit: "Li Suo, why are you leading them around?"

Li Suo hurriedly said: "Master Shengming, we are not being lazy. Just now, a plague ghost trespassed on Liren Peak, and because it was too late to invite you, we rushed to subdue it. I hope Master will find out!"

Xi Guxing didn't quite believe his apprentice's clever mouth that turned black and white, so he looked around coldly and found the residual plague ghost's breath, so his face looked better.

At first, I thought it was an outrageous ghost cultivator, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even enter the Jieling Monument of Liren Peak.

Seeing that Xi Guxing's face paled slightly, Li Suo quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that Xi Guxing cast a cold glance at him and said, "Let me have a look at the meditation talisman."

Li Suo froze for a moment, then stretched out his palm timidly, revealing a broken illusory charm inside.

Xi Guxing sneered: "How many times is this?"

Li Suo remained silent: "Six, six times."

After he finished speaking, he felt the coldness of dissatisfaction from his master, and he straightened his robe and knelt down, and the disciples behind him also knelt down.

Xi Guxing's eyes were full of coldness: "Since you think I am too gentle, next time I will ask Shen Fengxue to teach you this meditation class."

As soon as the name "Shen Fengxue" was uttered, all the disciples, including Li Suo, turned pale.

Li Suo's sickly face became even paler: "Master, this disciple knows I was wrong..."

Seeing that Shen Fengxue could shock them, Xi Guxing walked away regardless of everyone's mournful faces.

Li Suo said tremblingly: "Senior brother...Senior brother wants to betray the sect, is there anyone with me?"

Disciples: "..."

It's over, the senior brother was frightened and stupid.

***

Perhaps Shen Gurong looked through Shen Fengxue's memories too many times, and Shen Fengxue's frozen eyes fell into Shen Gurong's dream.

"Shen Fengxue stood in a vast expanse of snow, the icicles covering her eyes slowly overflowed with red marks, like two tears of blood.

Standing in the wind and snow in a thin green shirt, he slowly stretched out his hand towards Shen Gurong.

Shen Gurong looked at him blankly, instinctively wanting to grab his hand.

Shen Fengxue's voice seemed to be blown away by the wind and snow.

"We must save him..."

"Shen Gurong...save him."

"Bong Xue..."

Shen Gurong staggered and ran towards him, when suddenly a gust of wind blew snow towards him.

After the wind cleared, Shen Fengxue's figure had disappeared into the wind and snow. "

Shen Gurong suddenly opened his eyes, and was dazed for a long time before he came back to his senses.

He stood up exhausted, only to realize that his face was covered with water.

Shen Gurong lifted his sleeves and wiped his face carelessly, and muttered, "If you save him, save him, why are you crying?"

Originally, he was still hesitating about the reason why he came here, but as soon as he had this dream, he was sure of it - stop Yu Xinghe from becoming a demon, and he will be able to go home.

The sun was warm, and Shen Gurong wiped away her tears, only then did she realize where the icicles on her eyes had gone.

Shen Gurong groped around her body like a blind man for a long time, tried the hairband and clothes belt on her eyes one by one on the way, and finally found the ball of ice cream by the window lattice.

The ice cream was extremely thin, like a layer of mist.

He untied the crumpled ice cream and tied it around his eyes. After recovering his sight, he raised his head slightly and followed the window lattice to see two strange-looking boys standing in the yard.

Shen Gurong: "???"

Yu Xinghe and Mu Yu didn't know how long they stood there, and they didn't know how much they saw.

Mu Ban was quite indifferent, with no strange expression on his face.

Yu Xinghe didn't know much about the world, and he couldn't hide the surprise and shock on his face. His small face was filled with the look of "Is Master blind or am I blind? Is what I saw real?".

Shen Gurong: "..."

Mu Yan's face was expressionless, and his lips were lightly pursed.

laugh.

Shen Gurong: "..."

presumptuous!

The little protagonist laughed again, right? !

Don't think I didn't realize you were laughing at Master just because you pretended to be expressionless? !

The author has something to say:

Master who gets up every morning and fumbles for glasses by the bedside. 【x