Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

"He's blind!" said the boy.

Shen Gurong: "No."

The female doll said: "Xianjun is definitely not blind."

Shen Gurong smiled, held the candy stick and shook it, like a pet: "It's not right."

Even if it was an act of teasing a child, he was still full of fairy spirit when he did it, and the girls on the side were secretly looking at him with reddish cheeks.

The little short pier immediately raised his hands high: "Xianjun is half blind but not blind."

Shen Gurong was so happy that he didn't continue to tease them, and casually handed the sugar figurine to the female doll who had been praising him just now.

After receiving the milk baby, she sincerely thanked her and praised her, Shen Gurong was in a good mood, and finally followed Mu Ban to Jiange.

Just now he was too close to the sugar man's stall, and his body was inevitably tainted with wisps of sugar fragrance. Mu Yan walked closer to him, and he could vaguely smell the sweet and greasy fragrance of honey.

Mu Xi thought to himself, I also want a sugar man.

Shen Gurong and Mu Yu walked side by side, looking indifferent, but actually thinking about some messy things in his mind, Mu Yu couldn't keep up with his thoughts at all.

"Oh yes, didn't I say I was going to buy sugar figurines for Mu Ban, why did I send them out all of a sudden?"

Mu Ban thought to himself sullenly, yes.

"But Mu Yu is already this old, he's already past the age of a sugar eater."

Mu Xi, who has always claimed to be mature and mentally mature, is completely different from Yu Xinghe's naive brat, thinking to himself: I am still young, I am not yet crowned, and I can eat sugar, two.

Shen Gurong thought again: "Ah! I forgot to bring the spirit stone! How will Jiange buy the sword then?"

Mu Yan: "..."

It was the first time that Mu Ban knew that his master was so feisty, with that face that looked like an exiled fairy, but he was thinking about that stinking thing in his heart.

This contrast is really...

Cute tight.

The two of them thought to themselves, and the other answered the words in their hearts, and they arrived at Jiange quietly all the way.

Shen Gurong has an extraordinary bearing, there seems to be a trick on the ice cream, ordinary people can't even remember his face when they look at him, and because he is distracted, he can't see the geometry of his cultivation, which is very bluffing in the eyes of others .

Seeing him, the servants of the Jiange did not dare to neglect, and welcomed the two of them in respectfully.

The Jiange is located at the southernmost tip of Fuxian City, with its back against the Nanshan Mountain outside Fuxian City. The entire attic seems to be embedded in the mountain wall, with random branches and flying flowers stretching out along the wooden building, which has a special flavor.

After entering the inner room, there was an elegant scent of flowers in the shade, and the servant said respectfully: "May I ask what sword do you two immortal masters want?"

Shen Gurong thought to himself: "It's not easy to just say fierce sword, then..."

"Bring me all the best from your store?"

Shen Gurong is a pampered young master, when he usually goes out to buy things or steal scriptures, he often doesn't bother to choose, just say this, and then go back home and look at them one by one, keep the good ones, and take the bad ones away throw away.

Because of this, his elder brother always called him a prodigal son.

Shen Gurong said: "Take you..."

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Yu didn't expect that he would really dare to say these words, but fortunately, he had quick eyesight and quick hands, and grabbed Shen Gu Rong's sleeve, interrupting his words.

Shen Gurong tilted her head, not knowing why.

Mu Yu coughed dryly, handed over the jade token from Liren Peak in his hand, and said to the servant: "Look for your pavilion master, he knows what sword I want."

The young man took the jade token and inspected it, his expression became solemn and even more respectful.

"Yes, the two immortals will be later."

After finishing speaking, he led the two of them to the small attic where the guests were waiting, and he hurried to find the master of the Jiange Pavilion.

The environment of the small attic is quiet. The wooden window carved with a small sword is wide open. Outside the window, a waterfall hangs like a streamer in the mountains. It must have been surrounded by magic circles. It’s so close that you can’t hear any sound of water.

Shen Gurong propped his chin and tilted his head to look at the picturesque scenery outside the window, and casually asked Mu Yan: "Are you familiar with this shopkeeper?"

Mu Yan's lips twitched.

Although the Jiange in Fuxian City looks like a shop that sells swords, its status in the Three Realms is very important. Most of the swords that have achieved Taoism and power come from here.

It is only because it is rare to sell a sword in the Jiange for several years, and just one sword can attract countless people, so although the master of the pavilion is highly praised by others, many people spend a lot of money just to get him a promise .

After all, there are more sword cultivators in the Three Realms.

This is the first time that Mu Ji heard the owner of the pavilion being called "the shopkeeper".

Mu Yu said: "A few years ago, when I went out to practice with the head teacher, I had a relationship with the pavilion master."

It was also because of that time that Xi Guxing remembered to give him a sword, otherwise, according to Xi Guxing's muddleheaded temper, he would probably have to wait until Mu was relegated and crowned before he could get the natal sword.

Shen Gurong nodded, thinking: "I have never practiced with my apprentice before."

Mu Yan was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head.

But soon, Shen Gurong said again: "However, if I practice together with Mu Yu, he will probably take care of me. Forget it, I don't want to cause trouble to my apprentice."

Mu Yan: "..."

His master is really very self-aware.

Although he has a monstrous cultivation base, but he is blind, road-crazy, and never plays cards according to common sense. If he really goes to the Three Realms with Mu Yu to experience, it is likely that Mu Yu will take care of him more.

While the two were talking, there was a sound of wooden wheels rolling on the ground outside, followed by a chuckle.

"I still thought you were arrogant and indifferent, I didn't expect to see this side of you?"

Mu Yu stood up and nodded slightly towards the door: "Pavilion Master."

The man called "Pavilion Master" was dressed in black and was sitting on a wooden wheelchair. He was pushed by the servant from the door. He looked handsome and his eyes were full of smiles.

The pavilion master said, smiled at Mu Yu, and said: "Mu Yu, will you be so obedient?"

Mu Ji didn't say a word.

The pavilion master held a folding fan in his hand, slightly unfolded it, and fanned himself.

At this time, Fuxian City had already passed the cold spring, this person was wrapped in sable fur, and even fanned the wind with a fan, just for a moment, Shen Gurong could clearly see that he was shivering all over, probably because he was cold.

Even so, he still did not change his demeanor, forced a smile on his face, and closed the fan without any trace.

The pavilion master knew that Mu Ban was a scumbag, and if he said too much, he would definitely become angry. He was afraid that there would be no good fruit to eat, so he put the folding fan in his palm and tapped it lightly, looking thoughtfully at the person sitting beside him. Shen Gurong.

According to his cultivation base, he couldn't see through Shen Gurong's deception, and could only rely on his eyesight over the years to see that this person was by no means an ordinary person.

He tried to ask: "This is?"

Mu said: "My master, Shen Shengjun."

When the Pavilion Master heard this, his expression turned pale, he quickly stood up from the wheelchair, and enthusiastically walked in front of Shen Gurong with a smile on his face.

He made a casual salute, and said with a smile: "This is Fengxue Shengjun, I have admired him for a long time, Xiaosheng's surname is called the Lord, and you can call me Xiaoge."

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong: "???"

The Lord of Ganqing Pavilion is your name, not some title? !

Or is it a pun?

And, most importantly, aren't you a paralytic? !

Shen Gurong was so frightened by this medical miracle that his expression almost collapsed. He pretended to drink tea calmly to hide his almost green face.

Soon, he suppressed his expression, put down the teacup, and said calmly, "Let's get down to business."

The pavilion master also didn't think that Shen Gurong's reaction was indifferent. Once his cultivation level reached the point where people could hardly catch up, then he would be regarded as a golden rule when he cursed people.

The pavilion master didn't make jokes like before, and said: "The sword Mu Ban wants is in the sword mound, and the sage can go with me."

Shen Gurong nodded, stood up, and motioned for him to lead the way.

The owner of the pavilion asked the boy to push away the wheelchair that he pretended to be sophisticated and popular, and walked ahead to lead the way briskly.

Shen Gurong followed him forward, looking at this person as he walked.

The owner of the pavilion is probably too out of his mind, with the status of a sage king suppressing him, he is not talking nonsense like before, and walks ahead calmly.

Probably because of his habit, he always instinctively spread out his fan to fan the wind, but every time he fanned himself, he would shudder, and then quickly closed the fan.

But after a while, he unfolded his fan again...

This cycle is repeated, and anyone who sees it will praise "fool".

Shen Gurong was also very stupid, maybe it was too boring, he began to count the number of times the pavilion master displayed his fan in his heart.

"Seven. Tsk, doesn't he remember hitting?"

Mu Yan: "..."

You are also boring.

The two of them spread their fans one by one, and the other counted in their hearts. They walked through a tunnel in a cave, and finally went deep into the sword mound inside the Jiange Pavilion.

It seemed as if one could look up at the blue sky in the sword mound, but upon closer inspection one could see that the mountain walls were inlaid with spots of sword light, converging into a huge light and illuminating the entire huge sword mound.

"The swords produced in the sword mound often become the natal sword of each monk, and form a pact with the monk, thus forming a sword soul in the sword mound." The pavilion master pointed to the dense light around him, and explained, "As long as the sword soul Not scattered, even if the monk's sword is broken and broken, he can still forge the original sword when he returns to the Jiange Pavilion."

Only then did Shen Gurong understand.

No wonder Jiange is sought after by so many monks. It turned out to be because of this.

Mu Yan raised his head and scanned around, his gaze resting on the hilts of the swords gleaming with blood.

The pavilion master said: "The bloody sword is the murderous sword. There is an independent ranking for the murder weapon on the list of weapons in Fenglu City, and Lin Xiachun is at the top of the list."

Pointing to the extremely dazzling bloody swords on the mountain wall one by one, he said: "According to the luminosity of the blood color, the third ranked 'He Yongji' and the fourth 'Bu Feng Xian', the others have already recognized their masters. There is also the last one, so far no one cares about it, and the name has not been named, because no one can subdue it."

Shen Gurong was very curious: "Then which one is the second one?"

The pavilion master looked strange, and said: "The second is the 'curtain hook' of Liren Peak...."

Shen Gurong was puzzled, curtain hook?It seems that no one among his senior brothers has a sword with this name?Could it be Lord Nanyang's?

He didn't ask any more questions, but turned his head and asked Mu Ji: "Have you decided which one you want?"

Mu Yu nodded, pointed to the nameless sword, and said, "That."

Shen Gurong nodded, and didn't say much, just told him: "Do what you can."

Mu Yu nodded and said yes, and said to the pavilion master, he flew up the mountain wall, and touched the hilt of the fierce sword without blinking his eyes.

After his fingertips touched the hilt of the sword, there was a flash of blood around him, almost burning Shen Gurong's fragile eyes.

When he opened his eyes, Mu Ban had disappeared in place, and was pulled into the sea of ​​swords by the fierce sword.

If Mu Ban can successfully come out of the sword sea of ​​Wumingjian, it means that he has successfully subdued the fierce sword; otherwise, he will die in the sword sea without leaving any bones.

This process often only takes a stick of incense.

Shen Gurong has an inexplicable trust in Mu Ban, never thinking that he will be consumed to death by a sword.

The pavilion master also knew about Mu Yu's ability, so he didn't worry too much. He even laughed along with him and said, "Mu Ban has such a cultivation level at such a young age. The Holy King is really good at teaching."

Shen Gurong thought to himself: "No, I didn't teach him anything. Before retreating, I advised him not to focus on cultivation. Who knew he worked so hard."

The apprentice is so diligent, as a master, Shen Gurong blushed and decided to practice hard next time.

He didn't get an answer, and the Pavilion Master was not discouraged, and flattered Shen Gurong again.

In the end, he tried to see it with a dagger, and said cautiously: "I don't know whether the holy king is keeping accounts this time, or cash?"

Shengjun can be feared, but money cannot be avoided.

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong choked for a moment, looked at him coldly, panicked in her heart.

He pretended to be calm and said, "Can you keep accounts?"

The pavilion master hurriedly nodded: "Exactly."

Shengjun only knows how to cultivate, and rarely carries copper-smelling things with him. Shen Fengxue brought Wen Liubing and several of his apprentices to buy swords here one by one before, and they kept accounts as usual.

The owner of the pavilion is not very old, and he has only been in charge of the Jiange for less than ten years. He only heard about Shen Shengjun from his elders. Now he saw the real person, and he was very excited-even very excited to ask for a bill.

Shen Gurong thought for a long time, then nodded, and said, "Yes, bookkeeping."

The pavilion master hurriedly asked: "Where is the record?"

Shen Gurong retrieved his senior brother's name from his memory, and with a feeling of revenge, he said blankly: "It's recorded in Xianyun City..."

As he said, there seemed to be a penetrating cold light in his light-colored pupils.

"Xianyun City Lingguan Medical Center, Lin Shuhe's office."

It was time to pay back the two scares that his sixth senior brother owed him.

Upon hearing this, the pavilion master took out a ledger from behind his waist and flipped through it.

"It's still the same place, right? Lin, Shu, and... Haha, Liren Peak is really as harmonious as the legend says. In the past few decades, Brother Lin has helped you pay for seven peerless swords. Liancheng."

The pavilion master said happily: "I have written it down."

Shen Gurong: "..."

He... seems to have been frightened twice, does he... deserve it?

Brother Six, I was wrong.