Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

Shen Gurong was frightened and lost control of her spiritual power, and directly collapsed her own house.

In the end, he had no choice but to be sent to the side courtyard by Mu Ban.

By the time Xi Guxing heard the news, Shen Gurong was already comfortably nestled in the apprentice's room, and was about to go to sleep on the couch.

He took off his shoes and asked Mu Ji for the fourth time: "Are you really not going to rest?"

Mu Yan was closing the window, and the night wind after spring was still very cool, he turned his head and said, "Yes."

The monk seldom sleeps, and usually sits in meditation after nightfall. Mu Yu has never seen a monk who works like a mortal like his master.

Mu Yu walked over, and saw Shen Gurong dressed in red, his eyes dim as if covered with water mist, sitting defenselessly on his couch, frowning and untiing his girdle at this moment.

I don't know if the red dress is too eye-catching, but Mu Yu didn't dare to look directly at him.

Mu Yan stood stiffly for a while, then took a deep breath to calm himself down, approached the bed, raised his hand and gently brushed the white hair that was stepping on the edge of the bed.

Shen Gurong's hair was still dripping wet, and the tips of her hair were still dripping.

Shen Gurong was grabbed by a strand of hair, his scalp was slightly numb, he hid back and said, "What's wrong?"

Mu Ban said: "Master's hair is still dripping."

Shen Gurong let out an "oh", and was about to raise his hand to dry his hair when he heard Mu Yan say: "My disciple will help you."

Shen Gurong was so happy that he didn't have to do it himself, he turned slightly sideways, with half his back facing Mu Ji, and asked his apprentice to help him.

"It's nice to have apprentices." Shen Gurong was still thinking gratifiedly, "I'll take in a few more in the future, and it's best to have a little girl's home."

Mu Yan: "..."

In the first half of the sentence, Mu Ban was still happy, but when he heard the latter sentence, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he was inexplicably sour.

He seemed to finally understand why Yu Xinghe had to compete with him for favor every time when he was a child.

Mu Ji used his spiritual power to dry Shen Gurong's hair little by little, and kept staring at the looming little red mole on the back of his neck, quite absent-mindedly.

By the time he realized it, his five fingers had already been inserted into the root of Shen Gurong's white hair, and he was stroking it down bit by bit.

Shen Gurong's scalp was numb from being touched, but he mistakenly thought that this step was needed to dry his hair, so he had to endure it forcefully, and soon his whole body became weak, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Mu Ji shook his hand, and quickly retracted that rebellious hand.

Only then did Shen Gurong tilt his head slightly, a strand of messy hair fell on his forehead, the tails of his eyes were a little wet, and his eyelashes were filled with a drop of water, and he said in a nasal voice: "Are you ready?"

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Yan also understood again, why the head teacher always ordered Shen Gu Rong not to act like a baby, and no one would be able to stand it.

Mu Yan lowered his head, his voice was a little hoarse: "It's ready."

Shen Gurong didn't notice the strangeness of Mu Yu, and casually pulled up her hair, turned her head and said indifferently: "Thank you."

Mu Ban said: "What a disciple should do."

Shen Gurong coughed dryly, and said in a low voice: "Why don't you help me untie my girdle again?"

Mu Yan: "..."

Without the ice cream, Shen Gurong is completely blind. Just now, he was undoing the girdle indiscriminately. Instead of undoing it, he tore the skirt into a mess, and even untied the six pieces of red silk into a mess. , are inseparable at all.

Mu Yu looked down, thinking that his master is also a capable person, and he can tie the six red silks into a more complicated and messy formation than plain washing inkstone circles.

No matter how Shen Gurong's tone sounded, he felt guilty, and Mu Yan's heart softened for a moment, so he nodded and agreed.

Mu Yu was bending over to fiddle with Shen Gurong's waist, when suddenly there was a rush of footsteps outside.

Before the two could react, Xi Guxing kicked the door open, walked in murderously with a sword in his hand, and said sharply, "Shen Shishi, what happened?"

Shen Gurong was terrified.

As soon as Xi Guxing finished speaking, his eyes fell on Shen Gurong, who was in disheveled clothes on the bed, and Mu Zhi, who was on the bed with one knee on the bed, and was fiddling with Shen Gurong's waist.

Xi Guxing: "..."

Shen Gurong didn't know that the posture of the two of them was so misleading. Hearing this sentence, he asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

The Duanjing sword in Xi Guxing's hand was originally intended to behead the thief who came to offend Shen Shengjun, but now it seems that his Duanjing sword may be inserted into Mu Yu's body first.

Hearing the sound, Mu Ji temporarily gave up Shen Gu Rong's girdle that was balled into a ball, stood up and saluted Xi Gu.

"Headmaster."

Xi Guxing glanced at the nondescript girdle around Shen Gurong's waist, and he understood it.

But it's also true, if Mu Yu wanted to follow the rules and offend a rebellious person like Shizun, Yu Xinghe would do it even if he would not do it.

Xi Guxing breathed a sigh of relief quietly, took his sword back, and said impatiently: "Why did Fanjiangju collapse? Now a group of people are gathered there to watch a good show."

Shen Gurong "coughed", it was hard to say that he was frightened by the ghost ice cream again, so he could only vaguely say: "It's nothing, just try your spiritual power casually."

Xi Guxing frowned: "I've already had someone fix it for you, tonight you..."

Mu Yan stood aside and said respectfully: "Master, you can stay in the side courtyard."

Shen Gurong nodded: "Yes."

Xi Guxing stepped forward and pulled him off the couch, and said angrily: "How is it proper for a dignified sage to stay in the disciple's residence? Go, go to my place."

Shen Gurong: "But I..."

"I'm about to take off my clothes and you still tore me off and told me to move to the nest, Master Xi, are you still human?"

Mu Yan: "..."

Xi Guxing was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "Stop talking nonsense, put on your shoes and go."

Shen Gurong had no choice but to put on his shoes, and was roughly helped away by Xi Guxing.

The old ice cream was wrapped around Shen Gurong's wrist, and Xi Guxing didn't know how to take care of others, so Shen Gurong dragged his sleeves to walk up Changying Mountain. From the corner of his eye, he saw the ice cream hanging from the wide sleeves of the red dress, and picked it up. Eyebrows: "Are you frightened by Lao Liu's ice cream again?"

Ten years ago, Shen Gurong had such an experience, and Xi Guxing knew what was going on at a glance.

Shen Gurong followed staggeringly, complaining: "Don't go so fast, I can't keep up."

Xi Guxing watched the show: "Then you use ice cream."

Shen Gurong had a shadow, and it might take a long time, but he still didn't want to wear it, so he could only stumbling forward.

Halfway through the journey, Shen Gurong seemed to have thought of something: "Where did Xue Manzhuang go?"

Xi Guxing sneered: "Not long after you retreated, the Yaozu sent someone to take him back. I heard that he re-transformed a few years ago, and this time the Micro-Explanation Conference should follow."

Hearing the transformation into a human form, Shen Gurong frowned as she recalled all the crimes she had suffered because of Xue Manzhuang's spiritual power.

"The demon lord has been waiting for you to leave the customs all these years, and wants you to release the master-servant bond on his son." Xi Guxing said, "Although it is difficult to untie the contract, the demon lord must have other methods, and you will also Needless to say, just get rid of the contract, so as not to get involved with the Yaozu."

Shen Gurong nodded.

Xi Guxing brought Shen Gurong to his bamboo house in Changying Mountain, and told him: "Mu Ji and Xinghe have already entered the Tao, and since you have left the customs, let's make a bond with the disciples this morning."

Shen Gurong reckoned that the disciple Qi should be different from Xue Manzhuang's kind of demon cultivator who recognizes the master, and casually responded vaguely, planning to go through Shen Fengxue's memory later.

Xi Guxing said: "Then you rest here."

"Then where are you going?"

"There are too many things to do at the Weiwei Conference, so I don't have time to spare." Xi Guxing gave him a disgusted look, "Do you think anyone can pretend to be stupid like you and do nothing?"

Shen Gurong: "..."

go away you.

Xi Guxing is gone.

Xi Guxing's bamboo house is extremely cold. There is only a bamboo bed, a table, chairs and desks in such a big room, nothing else.

Shen Gurong was lying on the bamboo bed, his waist hurt a little, he tossed and turned for a long time and couldn't fall asleep, and began to miss the soft bed of his apprentice.

He thought dazedly: "I shouldn't have come here with Xi Guxing, it's purely a punishment."

After thinking wildly for a long time, he began to look through the memory of his disciple Qi again.

Disciple Qi's memory is very boring, most of them are talking about how to use spiritual power to draw cumbersome spells, Shen Gurong only "turned" a page, immediately fell asleep, and soon lost consciousness.

***

Mu Yan was rarely lying on the bed that he hadn't slept in for many years, and he could feel the snow-like aura of Shen Gurong around him in a trance.

He lay in bed for a long time, wondering if it was because he was a little agitated with Shi Zunfeng today, and after sleeping soundly, he dreamed of Shen Gurong.

In the dream, Shen Gurong was wearing a ostentatious red dress, leading a child up to his waist, and walking slowly through a street full of lanterns.

He held a candy figurine, and squinted his eyes to say something to the little girl in pink. The young man's face was full of undisguised joy.

There were people coming and going around, Shen Gurong was humming an out-of-key tune, walked through the crowd with a smile, and said to the little girl: "...Huh? Just that one, I was taken away by my brother before I even saw the ending, Do you think my brother is miserable?"

The little girl was carved with jade, and there was a tear mole at the end of her eyes. Her immature face was somewhat similar to Shen Gurong's. She said softly, "Brother is so miserable."

Shen Gurong bit the sugar figurine into pieces, and said carelessly: "Is that right, Xi Wu has pity on my brother."

Xiao Xiwu blinked her misty eyes, and asked naively: "Why does Xiwu feel sorry for brother?"

Shen Gurong looked around, led Shen Xiwu to the side of the river, sat on the stone steps and said with a smirk: "Tomorrow when I go to the private school, Xiwu will help me go to my brother's room to get the story book." Come out, can you make it?"

Shen Xiwu tilted her head: "That's called stealing."

Shen Gurong said seriously: "Take it, it's just taking back something that belongs to my brother, it's not considered stealing."

Shen Xiwu was a little aggrieved: "But brother said that without permission, it is considered stealing."

Shen Gurong was quite shameless, and grabbed the arm of the little girl who was eight years younger than him, shaking and coquettishly: "Xiwu, please, help brother, if Xiwu doesn't help me, then brother's heart will be broken." How painful it must be."

Shen Xiwu had a face full of embarrassment, but when she heard the words, she hurriedly threw herself into her brother's arms, stretched out her soft little hands to rub her heart, and said in fear, "Brother, my heart doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt..."

Shen Gurong couldn't bear it anymore, and coaxed her tearful younger sister, "Okay, it doesn't hurt, brother doesn't hurt."

Shen Xiwu was weak and sick since she was a child, and even remembered things slower than others. Seeing that she was still afraid, Shen Gurong took out a glass bead from his sleeve very familiarly, rolled it in his palm, and said with curved eyes, "Look, Look at the evening mist, it's round."

Shen Xiwu choked for a moment, her gaze was attracted by the round bead, and the look of fear on her face slowly dissipated.

After a while, Shen Xiwu held the beads in one hand and her brother's hand in the other, and walked slowly into the crowd.

Mu Ji only vaguely heard what they were saying about whether it hurts or not, but he didn't hear anything else. As the two left with the crowd, the noisy scene around them dissipated little by little like ink.

As soon as the picture turned, the vigorous young man in red was lying on his bed, his black hair was draped over his shoulders, and there was no iciness in his eyes, which looked at him brightly.

"Mu Yu." Shen Gurong was half lying on the couch, with reddened eyes, stretched out a soft, boneless hand to hook him, seductively, "Come here."

Mu Yu walked over almost uncontrollably, Shen Gurong grabbed his hand and pulled him forcefully, Mu Yu staggered onto the couch, pressing Shen Gurong directly under him.

There was a blush at the end of Shen Gurong's eyes, she smiled and stretched out her hand to grab his shoulders, she got up slightly and breathed in his ear: "Mu Yu, my girdle, is it easy to untie it?"

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Ji looked at him in amazement.

Shen Gurong smiled provocatively, and took his hand to her waist, as if luring someone's soul into hell.

Before dawn, when Mu Yan woke up in a daze, he was stunned for a long time before getting up from the couch expressionlessly.

Although I can't remember clearly what happened in the dream, but the last scene that remained in Mu Yu's mind after waking up was Shen Gu Rong panting like weeping in his ear.