Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

Yu Xinghe ran away crying.

There were only three rooms in the side courtyard, and Xi Wu lived in Mu Yu's residence, and Mu Yu had no "home" to return to. Shen Gurong felt a little guilty, so she asked Mu Yu to move to the newly built side room in the main courtyard of Fanjiang Ju.

Mu Yan was stunned for a long time, then went to move things in silence.

Shen Gurong brought Xi Wu back to the room, and said: "There are already people in Baishang Mountain helping you clean up the house, and you will be able to move there in a few days..."

Xi Wu looked at him in confusion, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

After Shen Gurong finished speaking, she turned her head to look at her, and saw her blankly: "Huh? What's the matter?"

Xi Wu was stunned for a long time before he said in a low voice: "The Immortal Lord and I just met once, why do you want to help me like this?"

Shen Gurong thought for a while, and said truthfully: "You look very much like an old friend of mine."

Xi Wu was stunned, thinking, just because of this, can he give his heart and soul to a stranger?

Liren Peak has always been difficult to enter. If it was just because of this face, it would be considered merciful for Shen Gurong to take her into Liren Peak as an outside disciple or an introductory disciple. She never thought that Shen Gurong would take her Income under the family of Lord Nanzhao.

Xiwu was silent for a long time, when Shen Gurong was about to go out after giving instructions, she suddenly spoke.

"Xianjun."

Shen Gurong was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that, call me Senior Brother..."

Before he finished speaking, Xi Wu's small body knelt down on the ground.

Shen Gurong was startled, and rushed to help her: "What's wrong, this is..."

Xi Wu kowtowed heavily, and said expressionlessly: "Xi Wu has the mercy of the Immortal Monarch."

Shen Gurong's fingers trembled, and she looked at her suspiciously.

Xi Wu's small face was pale, and she fell on the ground again, muttering: "Someone wants me to harm Shengjun."

Shen Gurong was stunned, he looked down at the slightly trembling girl lying on the ground, after a long time he lowered his body slightly, and raised his hand to stroke Fu Xiwu's head.

Xiwu froze all over, and slowly raised her head to look at him, her originally dull face was already full of tears.

Shen Gurong reached out to wipe away the tears for her, and said lightly: "Since you want to harm me, why did you say it?"

Xiwu looked up at him, and when she heard these gentle words, tears rolled down her eyes, wet her little face in an instant.

"Because I don't want to..." Xi Wu choked up and said, "Xianjun is the person who treats me best in this world."

Shen Gurong was still patiently wiping away her tears. Hearing this, she thought to herself, just some small favors, is it the best way to treat her? Then what kind of life did she live before?

Shen Fengxue's status is noble, and his cultivation has reached the top. Those who assassinated him these years have never had a good end. It is impossible for the people in Fenglu City not to know that letting a child come close to Shen Fengxue is almost equivalent to death.

Shen Gurong sighed softly, gently wiped her face with his sleeves, and said, "Who is going to kill me? Feng Yun?"

Xi Wu shook his head and said: "I don't know, he seems to be a ghost cultivator, who sneaked into my dream at night, and only asked me to come to Liren Peak to meet you and take the opportunity to assassinate. If I don't want to, I can't come out of my dream."

The scene in the dream should be extremely terrifying, Xiwu said, her thin body trembled again.

"Does anyone else know about this?"

Xiwu shook his head.

"Okay." Shen Gurong patted her head and helped her up, "That's the end of this matter, from now on you will be the little uncle of Liren Peak, so you don't have to worry about other things."

Xi Wu looked at him blankly: "Xianjun, you...don't you drive me away?"

In fact, what she wanted to ask was, won't you kill me?

Shen Gurong smiled and said, "I won't go back on what I promised."

Yugi was still full of uneasiness.

Shen Gurong patted her head, and said softly: "If he enters your dream again, you can pretend to agree and then tell me, is that okay?"

Xi Wu heard the words and nodded quickly: "Yes."

Shen Gurong said a few more words to her to make her feel at ease, then turned around and left.

As soon as he left the room, he saw Wen Liubing, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, standing in the corridor, with the sword in his hand unsheathed.

Shen Gurong glanced at him and said, "Take it back."

Wen Liu said coldly: "But she wants to kill you."

Shen Gurong is not defensive against Xi Wu - even a child who is so grateful to her for being kind to her will not kill him.

"If you want to assassinate others, will you just send a child who has no power to restrain the chicken? This matter is full of weirdness, don't rush for a while, it's just a child, even if you want to, it won't hurt me."

Wen Liubing frowned.

"In the 23rd year of Yongping, the bone grave..." Shen Gurong murmured in a low voice as his thoughts raced, "This is what was written on the bamboo slips of water ghosts. He is thousands of miles away in Dongting, but he can be buried in Liren Peak." Instigated by the demon cultivator of the tomb, that demon cultivator can probably meet people through dreams."

Wen Liubing took the sword back: "Master thinks that she was also ordered to come here by the demon cultivator from the burial mound?"

Shen Gurong is a person who has written story books, and his ability to imagine and connect the plot is extremely rich. His imagination is extremely bold. After all, all the tragedies of Shen Fengxue in that book came from the demon cultivator who buried the bone. There are different mortal enemies.

Shen Gurong nodded, and said without guilt: "Nine out of ten."

After all, in this world, only he knows the general direction.

Wen Liubing immediately said sternly: "Sanshui knows, I will keep an eye on her, and if there is any fluctuation in the spiritual power of the ghost cultivator, I will inform Master."

Shen Gurong: "Yes. By the way, she will be your little uncle from now on."

Wen Liubing: "..."

Wen Liubing hesitated for a moment, he was not as unacceptable as Mu Yu and Yu Xinghe. In his heart, he could accept everything the master said unconditionally.

"Yes."

Shen Gurong glanced at him appreciatively, then turned and left.

Fanjiang Residence was refurbished to be the same as before. After Shen Gurong returned, Mu Yan had already moved his things to a side room, and he was currently practicing swords in the courtyard.

Mu Yu is a prodigy in sword practice. Originally, Xi Guxing hated Mu Yu because of Li Suo's injury, but later found out that this son is very talented in sword practice.

Mu Ji's sword was taught by Xi Guxing, and his moves are fierce, and dancing the sword under the falling flowers seems to have bursts of frost and snow.

The young man's brows were cold and stern, and the green shirt was wrapped with falling flowers, dancing in the air, like a delicate picture scroll.

Shen Gurong's thoughts were flying wildly, and he was still thinking about whether Xi Guxing should take him to the Ossuary to meet the legendary demon cultivator who had a deep hatred with Shen Fengxue, but when he thought of this idea, he was struck by a strange feeling. Forced down.

It was Shen Fengxue's residual subconsciousness that told him not to get close to that demon cultivator.

Shen Gurong had some headaches, and the feeling of being influenced by others was not good. When he was inexplicably agitated, when he returned to Fanjiangju and saw Mu Yu's sword dance, for some reason, his confused heart suddenly settled down.

He didn't disturb Mu Yan either, he sat slowly on the stone bench beside him, propped his chin and lazily watched the young man dancing his sword.

A moment later, Mu Yan shook his sleeve with a wave of his sword, and the sound of sharp piercing through the sky shook the leaves and petals that fell from the ground and rolled them in a circle, rolling them up one after another.

When Mu Ji took back the sword, his feet were covered with layers of frost.

Shen Gurong: "Okay! Reward!"

Mu Yan: "..."

It was only then that Mu Yu found Shen Gurong who was at the side, and he hurriedly put the sword behind his back: "When did Master come?"

Shen Gurong sat lazily, with his hands propped on his chin, his bright red long sleeves slid down to his elbows, revealing his snowy forearms - for some reason, he was always easy to relax in front of Mu Ban.

Shen Gurong said lightly: "It's been a long time since you've been here—your sword practice is pretty good, and Xi Guxing taught you very well."

Mu Ban: "Master's praise."

Shen Gurong saw the blue ribbon embroidered with the word "Chanwei" on his arm, and said, "When will the Chanwei conference start?"

Mu Ban said: "Three days later."

Shen Gurong smiled and said, "Are you sure you will win the championship?"

Mu Yu is already regarded as the leader of this generation, and if there are no surprises, he is most likely the leader.

Mu Yu was very humble, nodded slightly, and said: "Mu Yu will do his best."

Shen Gurong thought about it, in the monthly quiz of the private school, the husband would always give some small prizes as rewards.

Because things are different every time, Shen Gurong likes some things and doesn't like them, every time he meets something he likes, he will try his best to win the championship, and he is bound to get that kind of reward; if he meets something he doesn't like, he will be interested In the middle of the night, Xiao Shi lay down on the table and fell asleep.

Shen Gurong raised his head and felt a pain in his neck while talking, so he simply pulled Mu Yu's arm to let him sit opposite him, looked at Mu Yu seriously, and said: "If you get the leader, Master will allow you one thing."

After Mu Yan sat down, he was a little stunned when he heard this: "Something?"

"Yes." Shen Gurong said, "As long as it's what you want."

Mu Yu stared at Shen Gurong's beautiful face for a long time before saying, "Anything is fine?"

Shen Gurong: "Naturally."

Mu Yu slightly pursed his lips, and said in a low voice: "Yes, Mu Yu will definitely win the championship."

Shen Gurong was a little relieved at once, feeling that Mr. Huantou's teaching method is really effective, just now Mulan cautiously said "do my best", and immediately changed the subject when he heard that it was a lottery.

The more Shen Gurong looked at Mu Yu, the more he liked it. He looked at the worn-out sword in Mu Yu's hand, "Huh?" and said, "You don't have your own natal sword yet?"

Mu Yu looked at the gaping sword in front of his eyes, and said, "Yes, there is a sword pavilion in Fuxian City. Before the master, he said that he would take me to find a natal sword before the Weiwei Conference, but later It seems that I was busy and forgot."

Shen Gurong raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Then shall I go with you?"

Mu Yan remained calm, nodded and said: "Then I will trouble Master."

Shen Gurong knew that his identity was special and he couldn't go down the mountain in person, so he returned to the room, separated a wisp of distraction and transformed it into a human body, and used spiritual power to transform his clothes into a sky-blue bamboo-pattern robe, and tied his long hair with a red rope , Jiyue Qingfeng.

When he came out, Mu Ji, who had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time, stared blankly for a moment, then quickly lowered his head, not daring to look any more.

Shen Gurong was still saying: "By the way, do you want to take Xinghe too?"

Mu Yu was silent for a while, and then said: "Xinghe hasn't formed a pill yet, so there is no need for the natal sword."

Shen Gurong thought for a while: "That's right."

Anyway, Yu Xinghe might not even be able to make it to the ten-player finals of this micro-explaining conference.

Shen Gurong didn't care about him, and took Mu Yu...it was Mu Yu who took him, without disturbing anyone, and went down the mountain quietly.

When descending the steps, Shen Gurong asked him: "What kind of sword do you want?"

Mu Ji thought for a while before saying, "Like Lin Xiachun."

"Lin Xiachun?" Shen Gurong flipped through his memory, and was shocked, "Lin Xiachun is a fierce sword."

While paying attention to Shen Gurong's feet, Mu Ji said, fearing that he would step into the air, "Yes, although a fierce sword is very easy to devour the master, if it can be domesticated and used by oneself, it can destroy thousands of troops with one sword."

Shen Gurong looked at the wind-like gentleness on his disciple's face, and thought: "Why does this child have the same temperament as Xi Gu, isn't he afraid that he won't be domesticated and will be backlashed?"

Mu Yu hesitated for a moment, and then added: "Master can control Lin Xiachun, the number one weapon and fierce sword. As Master's apprentice, Mu Yu cannot embarrass Master."

Shen Gurong was stunned for a moment, and for some reason she suddenly felt relieved.

No one doesn't like flattery, but Mu Yan seems to have seen what he eats, and he can say whatever he likes, making Shen Gu Rong's heart full of joy.

"It's so sweet." Shen Gurong thought, "How much honey did this child eat? I will reward him as a sugar man later."

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Yan instinctively wanted to say that he was no longer a child and would not eat sugar, but seeing his master's brows were a little happy, so he had no choice but to swallow the words back.

After arriving in Fuxian City, Mu Yu thought that Shen Gurong would go to Jiange first, but he didn't expect that after he entered the city, the first thing he did was to search for sugar stalls.

Mu Yan was stunned, seeing that he was so excited, he didn't say anything, and helped him find a candy stall.

This time, Shen Gurong didn't get lost, he just sniffed the sweet smell and dragged Mu Yan through the children's siege, and squeezed to the sugar stall.

After discussing the style with the old man who drew the sugar figure, while waiting for the sugar figure to come out, the children who were watching the sugar figure looked at him curiously, and a bold little chubby raised his head and asked him: " Are you a fairy?"

When Shen Gurong returned to Tangcheng, she was always able to get along well with the child, and she didn't feel offended when she heard the words, so she squinted her eyes and said, "Do you think I am?"

"You look like that," said a child.

The girl with braids on the side whispered, "But can the fairy be blind too?"

The children spoke without restraint, chirping and pointing at Shen Gurong's eyes.

"But Xianjun seems to be able to see it."

"Then why is he covered with a white cloth? The blind brother of our neighbor is covered with a white cloth. He said that his eyes are very ugly."

"But Xianjun's eyes seem to be very beautiful."

"Why do you always contradict me?"

The little girl who had been there all the time "but Xianjun... ah" said aggrievedly: "I, I don't have one, I just think Xianjun is very good-looking, he can't be blind... woo."

As she spoke, she felt that the elder brother next to Xianjun was looking at her with colder eyes, and she dared not say anything later.

Mu Ban's expression became more and more stern, and he couldn't accept the eyes of others talking about his master so wantonly.

He used his eyes to scare the chattering children into silence, lest the master would be hurt by these words, and was about to comfort him when he heard Shen Gurong say: "Guess."

Just when a sugar figurine was pinched, the old man handed it to Shen Gurong.

Shen Gurong held the wooden stick and said with a smile: "If you can guess whether Xianjun is blind or not, I will give this sugar man to someone."

The children immediately boiled over.

Mu Yan: "..."

That candy...isn't it mine?