Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

Mu Ji took his eyes back and began to listen to the master's words.

beat.

A quarter of an hour later, Shen Gurong's legs were sore, and Mu Yu was still beating on it.

He tilted his head and looked at Wen Liubing, and said calmly, "What do you think of your junior brother?"

Wen Liubing knew that his master had always liked this child, so he tried to say, "Is it okay?"

Shen Gurong glanced at him: "If you fight like this, is it still okay?"

Seeing that the wind direction had changed, Wen Liubing immediately said, "No, procrastinating, procrastinating, and sloppy, it's more dragging than procrastinating in the morning class."

Shen Gurong: "..."

What are these words?

Shen Gurong asked again: "Then do you think he might win the championship this time?"

Wen Liubing thought too much again, and he said sternly, "I want to uphold the ranking of the Weiwei Conference. If the master wants him to win the first prize, Sanshui can be released by Dayu."

Shen Gurong: "..."

Not seeing each other for ten years, his disciple's brain seems to be even more difficult to use.

Shen Gurong said coolly: "Do you want everyone in the Three Realms to question the justice of my Liren Peak?"

Wen Sanshui was horrified: "We still have justice at Liren Peak?"

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong almost stepped over regardless of his image, took a deep breath and couldn't help it.

Only then did Wen Liubing say: "To tell the truth, if the head teacher sees this sword technique of his, he will definitely throw him into the lotus lake and serve as the top of the ball for Master Jiuxiao."

Shen Gurong also felt this way. When he left the customs before, he saw Mu Ban throwing out a sword once. The sword was powerful, murderous, and ruthless in the same strain as Xi Guxing.

But now, it seems like Mu Ban is dancing a sword on this stage, why does it get weirder the more he looks at it?

Wen Liubing thought for a long time, and finally thought of a vivid word.

"He looks like a peacock with its tail spread." He asked Shen Gurong suspiciously, "Master, do you think he seems to be showing love to some female cultivator?"

Shen Gurong: "..."

Mu Yan, who had been distracted listening to Shen Gu Rong's comments on the stage, said: "..."

Mu Zhi's foot slipped and almost fell off the competition stage, the tip of the Nine-breathing sword slammed into the crevice of the stone, managed to stabilize his body, and the hem of his clothes spun onto the stage.

After he stood still, his face turned green, and he glanced rebelliously at Wen Liubing.

Shen Gurong caught a glimpse: "Huo, I'm getting angry from embarrassment."

Mu Yan: "..."

The Xianyun City disciple was the only one who could fight so many tricks with Mu Ban, and everyone in the audience thought that his cultivation was extremely strong, and applauded him one after another.

"Shoot that kid down! Quick!"

"I've been displeased with him for a long time!"

Shen Gurong also yelled: "You look useless, haven't you seen a female cultivator in this life? Are you possessed by Yu Xinghe?"

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Ji felt that he had been insulted, so he directly slashed his sword, and swept away the Xianyun City disciple who was still triumphantly trying to knock him down.

Everyone: "..."

Mu Ban put the sword back into its sheath, nodded slightly: "Thank you for your enlightenment."

After finishing speaking, regardless of everyone's stunned expressions, he stepped on the wooden stakes of the competition platform and fell to the ground.

He walked a few steps quickly, bowed and saluted: "Master, brother, brother."

The word "senior brother" almost came out from between his teeth.

Shen Gurong looked at him quietly, with a strange expression.

Mu Yan felt unnatural when he looked at him, and lowered his eyes to avoid his sight.

Shen Gurong: "Huo, why do you think there are ghosts in his heart?"

Mu Yan: "..."

Wen Liubing didn't know what euphemism was, so he asked him directly: "Junior brother, do you have a crush on a female cultivator from some sect? That sword dancer almost has 'look at me, look at me' written all over his face."

Mu Yan blushed suddenly: "I, I didn't!"

Shen Gurong was even more sure that there was a ghost in his heart.

There is no way to argue with Mu's relegation.

Shen Gurong sighed: "You can't keep a man."

After all, he took Wen Liubing and continued to look for Xi Guxing. Tuliu Mu was behind him, unable to speak.

Changying Mountain, the meeting hall.

Xi Guxing finally sent away the unrelenting Feng Yun, who was suffering from a terrible headache at this time, when he heard footsteps outside, he said impatiently: "Didn't you say don't bother me?!"

Shen Gurong stepped forward and nodded slightly: "Brother, it's me."

Xi Guxing glanced at him, a smirk appeared on his face, he grabbed the sword at the side, and said coldly: "It's just in time, let me beat you up."

Shen Gurong: "..."

Senior brother appeases his anger and forgives his life.

Xi Guxing sneered: "No prospect."

Shen Gurong was too lazy to be as knowledgeable as him, so she went to the side and sat down with her robe folded, propped her chin, and said indifferently: "The disciples of Fenglu City died tragically on Liren Peak. Ordinary people will definitely not let it go. What did you do to Feng Yun?"

When Xi Guxing talked about this, he got a headache: "I promised a favor from the sixth junior brother."

Shen Gurong's hand supporting the side of his face almost crooked: "What?"

Can other people's favors be freely promised?

Xi Guxing had a splitting headache: "Three Realms passed on the medical skills of the Sixth Junior Brother miraculously. There is no one in the world who he can't save, but he has a weird temper and always refuses to treat people well."

Lin Shuhe of the Lingguan Medical Center in Xianyun City is an extremely legendary figure in the Three Realms. Let alone his medical skills, just his bad temper can rank first in Fenglu City's weird temper list.

Shen Gurong: "No, I want to ask, who made this list?"

Xi Guxing glared at him: "I want you to take care of it."

Shen Gurong fell silent.

Lin Shuhe seldom heals people. Once he takes action, he will surely rejuvenate. Even monks who have gone mad can be brought back to the right path by him. Over time, countless people squeeze their heads and want to experience Lin Shuhe's medical skills.

Shen Gurong was silent for a long time before trying to say: "So, you just use his medical quota as a favor and give it away?"

Xi Guxing nodded.

Shen Gurong looked at him as if he was looking at a scum.

Xi Guxing immediately became angry: "He agreed! I'm not like you. I didn't say hello and credited the sky-high price of spirit stones to his account."

Shen Gurong, who was more like scum, fell silent.

The two looked at each other.

After a moment of silence, Shen Gurong said softly: "I finally know why Sixth Senior Brother didn't return to Liren Peak."

Xi Guxing: "..."

"To shut up!"

This matter just came to an end, but Shen Gurong heard later that when his sixth senior brother Lin Shuhe heard about this, he was so angry that he vomited out a mouthful of blood and sickly scolded Xi Guxing for three days three nights.

Two days later, there will be a micro-explaining conference.

The morning clock at Liren Peak struck two quarters of an hour earlier than usual, and when Mu Yu came to call Shen Gurong, he was sitting on the bed with his quilt in his arms in a daze, his clothes were disheveled, his long hair was in a mess, and his hair twitched Get up a few strands.

Mu Ban knocked on the door: "Master, I'm coming in."

Shen Gurong's mind was full of confusion, and he nodded slowly: "Oh."

Continue to be in a daze.

Mu Yu walked in holding the clothes sent by Su Xiyan, and saw Shen Gurong's sleepy look, his face was pale, and he couldn't help laughing in his heart.

He put the clothes on the edge of the bed, hung the bed curtain on the golden hook, and opened the carved wooden window, Shen Gurong regained his senses.

When Mu Yan fetched water and came in, he heard his master start a daily routine and make trouble with himself.

This time, "he" was no longer the caring boy who often came to wake him up, but became the gentleman who punished him for copying books every day.

"Master Shen, have you finished copying your book and are you still awake?"

"Don't remember, don't get up."

"If you can't afford it, you will be fined to copy it [-] times."

"Sir, are you a ghost?"

Shen Gurong was terrified by the punishment he imagined, and became completely sober.

His voice is very low, and you can't hear him unless you get close to him. You only know that he is whispering there, and you don't know what he is talking about.

But Mu Ji, who could hear his voice, could hear it clearly, and almost laughed out loud.

After Shen Gurong woke up, he was an aloof and arrogant sage again. He thought that Mu Yu hadn't heard of it, so he got up and changed his clothes without changing his face.

Mu Ban retreated.

He waited at the door for a long time, and saw that people from Fanjiangju were already going to Changying Mountain one after another.

The morning bell struck two more rounds, and Shen Gurong's pretendingly calm voice came from Fan Jiang Juli: "Mu Ban, come in."

Mu Yan didn't know, so he pushed the door open and entered, and saw his master wearing the blue shirt he sent, the belts were messed up, and his face was full of lovelessness.

Mu Yan: "..."

Shen Gurong thought to himself with a blank face: "Although this dress looks easy to wear, but... I'm not wearing it right, I still know the truth."

Mu Ban: "?"

The clothes at the Chanwei Conference were all custom-made by Su Xiyan in Fuxian City, plus Shen Gurong was afraid of the cold, the clothes had three layers inside and three layers outside, it was extremely cumbersome, Shen Gurong probably got tired of wearing them in the end, Even one of the clothes belts was broken by force.

Seeing that Shen Gurong was still secretly rubbing and pulling down the annoying clothes, Mu Yu sighed silently, and said, "If Master doesn't mind, I'll change your clothes for you."

Shen Gurong: "I don't mind, I don't mind!"

Shen Gurong thought for a while expressionlessly, as if thinking deeply, and then reluctantly said: "Come on."

Mu Yan lowered his head to maintain his expression, then quickly raised his head, and stepped forward to undress his master calmly.

Mu Yu first took off the layers of clothes that had been put on indiscriminately, and after tidying up the inner clothes for Shen Gurong, he began to put the clothes on him correctly layer by layer.

Shen Gurong was extremely obedient, raising his hand as soon as he asked, and tilting his head as soon as he tilted his head.

Probably feeling too boring, Shen Gurong said: "Today is the Weibo Conference, are you sure?"

Mu Ji put on his outermost blue bamboo-patterned wide-sleeved robe, and was fastening his girdle, when he heard this, he snapped his fingers and said, "I'm sure."

Shen Gurong opened his hands to make it easier for him to tie his girdle, and said casually: "I look at the disciples who came to the Micro-Explanation Conference this time, and some of them seem to have extremely high levels of cultivation."

Mu Ji: "Well, that's right."

"Then you still dare to be so confident?"

Mu Yan still nodded: "Yes."

Shen Gurong had no choice but to stop asking.

Even after wearing so many layers, Shen Gurong's waist is still extremely slender, as if he could hold it with a pinch, Mu Yu resisted the urge to get started, fastened the waist seal in a proper manner, and found a piece of jade to wear it superior.

Shen Gurong said again: "Oh yes, is the evening fog rising?"

Mu Ji was fixing his hair with a hair crown, and replied: "It's already up, I saw Xinghe took her to Changying Mountain just now."

Shen Gurong nodded, after realizing that the jade crown was very heavy, she frowned and said, "Can I not wear it?"

Mu Ban said: "Uncle Master said that this conference is the front of Liren Peak, and I want Master to dress up and go there."

Shen Gurong frowned.

When returning to Tangcheng, there will be sacrifices at the end of each year. It is freezing cold and Shen Gu Rong wears a dress shirt to go to the ancestral hall to worship his ancestors. Every time he comes back, his back and legs are sore.

Unexpectedly, in the book, he would have to be stiff and dignified all day long.

Shen Gurong didn't want to go, but there was nothing he could do.

Mu Yan tied up the hair crown for him, then nodded and took half a step back, saying: "It's done."

Shen Gurong thought: "The scalp is a bit tight."

Mu Yan: "..."

That's because you seldom wear jade crowns.

Shen Gurong followed Mu out of Fanjiangju.

At this time, Changying Mountain was already full of people coming and going, and Shen Gurong had never seen Liren Peak so lively before, so he was very surprised.

It's just that his imposing manner is too frightening, with white hair and green clothes, and icy silk covering his eyes, all the disciples in the three realms have been told before coming that this outfit must be Shen Fengxue, Shen Shengjun, and there must be no mistake, so Shen Gurong came , the originally chattering crowd instantly became deathly quiet.

Shen Gurong: "..."

Everyone was silent, bowed their heads and saluted him, not even daring to speak.

Shen Gurong thought to himself: "What are you afraid of, I don't eat people."

Mu Ji thought to himself, your aura is more terrifying than cannibalism.

The arrangement of the Weiwei Assembly has been completed, and the original six martial arts platforms used by the disciples of Liren Peak have been merged into one, surrounded by stone pillars, and cumbersome spells are painted on the bluestone slabs.

Not far from the martial arts arena, countless disciples were sitting on the stone seats of the high platform, chattering, all of them had jade bands of different colors on their foreheads. It is cyan.

In order to distinguish the camps, Liren Peak, Fenglu City, Xianyun City and other sects are all far away, and there is a transparent barrier in between, probably for the sake of quarrels between the two judges during the competition.

This kind of thing happens every year at the Weiwei Conference. The contestants and judges are all arrogant and arrogant teenagers. They are all grown up to be sought after. They are not willing to obey each other. Sometimes they fight on the stage because of some trivial things. For small things, the stands have already started to fight - ranging from greeting each other's parents to fighting each other.

Over time, the stands were also divided into distinct groups, saving time to fight together, making it difficult to end.

Shen Gurong seemed to be an artifact of noise reduction, wherever he passed, there was no sound everywhere.

He didn't care either, and glanced at the silent disciples, walked up the steps, and went to the small attic near the competition platform.

On the second floor of the attic, Xi Guxing and others have already arrived.

Shen Gurong walked over with Mu Yu, scanned around, and found that in the huge attic, the city lords or elders of other sects had already arrived, and they were sitting on the futon at this time, and the wine on the small table in front of them was running low. For the most part, you can tell at a glance that it has been here for a long time.

Shen Gurong coughed dryly, not being stage-frightened, he stepped forward and said indifferently: "Senior brother, head teacher."

Xi Guxing was somewhat dissatisfied that he came so late, but he couldn't say much in front of so many people, so he just said: "Go into the inner room."

Shen Fengxue has always loved quietness, and everyone in the three realms knows that, even on occasions like the Weiwei Conference, she would disdain to be in the same room with others.

Shen Gurong didn't ask any more questions, and nodded slightly towards the people around him, leading Mu Yan to lift aside the bead curtain, and walked in slowly.

"Is this just a small stove?" Shen Gurong thought as he walked.

Mu Yan didn't say a word, he thought to himself: Maybe his master doesn't love Jing very much.

The view inside is better. Shen Gurong sits on the mat by the window, gently pushes open the carved wooden window, and when he lowers his eyes, he can see the competition stage.

Mu Yu was pouring wine for him, Shen Gurong smelled the wine, so he hurried over to sniff it.

"Pear wine?"

Mu Yan shook his head: "The head teacher said you can't drink too much wine, let me add some pear nectar."

Shen Gurong frowned: "If you can't drink it, don't take the wine. What kind of wine is pear nectar?"

Mu Yan was taken aback for a moment, wondering whether he should continue pouring the wine or not.

Shen Gurong went on to say: "Pour peach nectar for me."

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Yu put down the jug without a word, sighed silently, but still said softly: "Then I'll go get it now."

Shen Gurong saw that he really planned to pamper himself, so he quickly stopped him: "No need, I don't plan to drink now - what about you, why don't you go to the competition stage to prepare?"

Mu Yan shook his head: "I draw late, and it will be my turn after noon."

Shen Gurong nodded.

At this moment, a cheer came from the competition platform outside.

The elaboration conference has already started.

Probably because they were afraid of the restraint of those juniors, Xi Guxing and others did not go to the competition stage, but let Wen Liubing, a peer of the same generation, go to the opening.

After Wen Liubing fluttered onto the stage, all men and women below shouted desperately.

"Master Sanshui!"

"Wen Liubing!"

"Master Xie!"

Shen Gurong didn't know why at first, but soon realized later that although his disciple's brain is not good, his identity is still the evil leader who is overly sought after by everyone in the Three Realms.

Wen Liubing has a vigorous personality. On the stage of the competition, he didn't say a word of nonsense, and said directly: "The conference of micro-explaining, let's start."

"In the first scene, Yu Xinghe from Liren Peak is facing Xianyun City with a wonderful breeze."

After all, he didn't care about the cheers from the audience, turned around and stepped off the stage gracefully.

Soon, Yu Xinghe, who was wearing golden clothes, wearing two yellow jade forehead belts between his eyebrows, and a golden saber in his hand, happily stepped onto the stage, his eyes curved, and he said, "Which one is Miao Qingfeng?"

As soon as he came on stage, the people around him were almost blinded by his golden body.

Shen Gurong was also shaken for a while, and said: "Is he planning to win by blinding the opponent?"

Shen Fengxue's eyes were already hurt, but Yu Xinghe's sword shook his eyes just now, and after a while, the end of his eyes turned red and tearful.

Mu Ji frowned, and said, "Master, I offended you."

Shen Gurong was still thinking about what he was going to offend again, when he saw Mu Yu approaching, raised his hand and gently lifted his icicles, and wiped away the water marks at the end of his eyes with his soft fingertips.

Shen Gurong... Shen Gurong didn't know why, his face suddenly became hot, he tilted his head slightly to avoid his hand, and said vaguely: "It's nothing."

Then Mu Ban retreated.

At this moment, there was a sudden cry of surprise on the competition platform.

Shen Gurong looked down, and saw a graceful young girl floating on the competition stage with a sword in her hand like a goddess descending to earth.

Miao Qingfeng was as cold as ice, with an alluring appearance, she nodded slightly and said, "Please enlighten me."

Yu Xinghe: "..."

Yu Xinghe was stunned.

Shen Gurong recalled the words Yu Xinghe said a few days ago:

"If I meet them in the lottery, I will definitely admit defeat directly, and the beauty will kill me."

Shen Gurong: "..."

"I don't know if beauty will kill you or not, but if you dare not fight and admit defeat, Master will definitely kill you."