Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

Lin Shuhe vomited three liters of blood.

Mu Ban's heart was in full bloom.

But the sweet-scented osmanthus knife followed closely behind. Shen Gu Rongzheng was full of embarrassment. Hearing the sound of the blade cutting through the void behind him, he raised his eyes unconsciously, and unconsciously pressed half of his body on Mu Yu's chest, and waved his right hand casually. The spiritual power is enough to block the falling knife of the sweet-scented osmanthus.

Osmanthus osmanthus didn't intend to hurt him at all, seeing the hand made of wood tremble suddenly, the knife immediately let go of it, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Shen Gurong withdrew his hand slowly, lifted the fence up a corner, looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus, frowned and said, "Why did you start doing it so well?"

The sweet-scented osmanthus knelt on one knee and said in a low voice, "It was the sweet-scented osmanthus who offended the Holy King."

After finishing speaking, before Shen Gurong could react, he raised his left hand and cut off the right hand holding the knife neatly.

The wood fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong was startled by that humanoid hand, and instinctively fell back, but heard a muffled groan from the person below him.

Shen Gurong looked down and suddenly fell silent.

At this time, he realized that he was sitting on Mu Yu with his slender legs apart, and his left hand was still subconsciously supporting Mu Yu's chest. The fall just now happened to sit on Mu Yu's waist.

Mu Yu was confused, and looked at him blankly, his face was full of innocence, which made Shen Gu Rong look like a disciple who molested good women and men.

Shen Gurong: "..."

Under the double shock, Shen Gurong stood up suddenly from the ground, waved his wide sleeves, and with a face that was calm and calm, said coldly: "I, I'm tired."

After all, he completely ignored the mess, and ran to Huafang's room as if fleeing, and slammed the door.

Mu Yan: "..."

Seeing that Shen Gu Rong was not there, Osmanthus osmanthus picked up the severed hand and put it back without expression, picked up the knife again, and slashed at Mu Yu without blinking.

Mu Yan: "..."

How obsessed is this puppet with killing him? !

Mu Yan was a little inexplicably irritable, although he said that it would be good if he could just stay by his master's side, but he would always feel turbulent because of the intimate behavior of his master from time to time, and he couldn't help it.

"This is not good." Mu Qi thought to himself.

He clenched the Nine-breathing Sword tightly, blocked Mu Xi's knife casually, and said coldly: "Go to the top of the painting boat and fight."

Mu Xi gave a pause, looked at the closed door, then nodded, and followed Mu Ban to Huafangding.

As soon as Shen Gurong arrived in the room, he waved an enchantment to cover the whole room, screamed and threw himself onto the soft couch.

"Ahhh!" Shen Gurong covered her face and rolled around on the bed, her cheeks were so hot that her hands were almost cooked, "Why are you blushing?!"

"This is still just an accident. There are thousands of accidents in life, and there may be more accidents in the future."

"Be calm, be calm, you are the number one Shen Shengjun in the Three Realms."

After Shen Gurong rolled a few times, he found that his face was still very red, and he couldn't explain it himself, so he decided to fight poison with fire.

He sat up and went through the whole thing in his heart that he wanted to get into the crack of the ground with a blank face. His face was burning like hell, and he was still trying to think: "Just sat down for a while, and, And since they didn't come across any other places, presumably Mu Ji wouldn't mind."

"Besides..."

Shen Gurong's face that had just subsided turned red again, and he "besides" for a long time before stammering and thinking: "Besides, I kissed him yesterday."

This trick of fighting poison with fire is really effective, and with the more embarrassing and shameful things before it, Shen Gurong immediately felt that it was just a hug, it was a trivial matter.

Shen Gurong was relieved quickly, the temperature on his face subsided, and he was still thinking about it.

"Well."

"Although it was just an accident, Mu Xi's lips are quite soft."

Mu Ji, who was concentrating on feeding the sweet-scented osmanthus on the top of the painting boat, was startled suddenly, his foot slipped, and the next moment the sweet-scented osmanthus knife swept towards him.

The strength of Osmanthus osmanthus was too great, and it directly swept down the absent-minded Mu Ban.

With a plop, he fell into the icy water.

Mu Yan: "..."

Hearing a strange sound, Shen Gurong took off the fence, pushed open the window and looked outside, just in time to see Mu Qi who was soaking wet and stepping up the wooden railing outside the painting boat.

Mu Yan: "..."

Shen Gurong: "..."

As soon as Mu Yan and Shizun's eyes met, he immediately glanced to the side in embarrassment, not daring to look at him at all.

Shen Gurong pretended to be calm, he leaned on the window lattice with his elbows, and looked at Mu Yan with his chin propped, and said calmly: "Teacher, you remembered that you didn't take a bath last night, so do you make it up today?"

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Ji blushed and was extremely embarrassed, he wiped the water marks on his face indiscriminately, and said in a dull voice: "I'm disturbing the master, I... just feed the sweet-scented osmanthus."

"Hey move?" Shen Gurong became interested, "So you lost? Were you kicked into the water?"

Mu Yan: "No, it's not..."

"Then why did you fall into the water?"

It's hard for Mu to describe his suffering, so he just pinched his nose and admitted defeat: "Yes, it's because I'm not as skilled as others."

Osmanthus osmanthus stood on the top of the painting boat, looking down at him, probably because she was afraid of Shen Gurong being at the side, so she didn't catch up and attack him again.

It is rare for Shen Gurong to see Mu Yan's soft-hearted appearance to outsiders, he smiled and said: "It seems that Xi Guxing's teaching is not very good, I will teach you sword moves when I return to Liren Peak."

Mu Yan's eyes lit up, and he nodded calmly and reservedly: "Okay, then I will trouble Master."

Shen Gurong said: "I am your master, I should teach you these things."

Mu Yu had integrated the memories of Yuan Dan, and Shen Fengxue had taught him ten years of sword moves in the Bone Tomb, and he had mastered all the sword moves. In fact, there was no need to learn it again, but Mu Yu couldn't help but agree.

He spurned himself for advancing an inch and said: "Thank you, Master."

Shen Gurong said: "Then do you still want to continue to recruit?"

Mu had a strong desire to win and lose, and being thrown into the water by a puppet was simply a shame in his life. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Yes, yes."

That puppet must be crippled.

The puppet made by Lin Shuhe, because of the ghost energy on his body, is not much different from Mu Yu's cultivation level, and it has the half-god-like spiritual power that can faintly suppress Yuan Ying.

Shen Gurong estimated the cultivation of Osmanthus fragrans, nodded: "Well, yes, he can practice sword with you."

He said to Osmanthus, "Osmanthus, don't hit too hard."

Osmanthus osmanthus said: "Yes."

But Mu Ji frowned, and said: "Master, if he doesn't use all his strength, then what's the difference between me and the child?"

Shen Gu Rong was happy, and thought that this kid had a lot of ambition.

He knew that Mu Ban was not someone who would boast about Haikou, and he would not die easily in the hands of Mu Xi after he said these words, so he took those words back.

"Osmanthus fragrans, compete with him well."

"Good Mumu, beat him hard, try to beat him to tears."

Mu Yan: "..."

The corners of Mu Zhi's lips twitched, and he was about to use his spiritual power to dry up the water droplets all over his body, when he heard Shen Gu Rong tilt his head and say to him: "Your clothes are wet, come and change them and continue the discussion."

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Ji slipped and nearly fell into the water again.

Ordinary monks can keep themselves dust-free for several years with their spiritual power, even if they get dirty with a cleansing spell, they can be clean as before, but Shen Gurong is different from others.

He was spoiled and spoiled, even if he reached the top of his cultivation base, he had to change into different clothes every day, even if his sleeves got a little wet, he had to change into a new set of clothes, and he didn't know how to use spiritual power to dry him out.

Shen Gurong thought that if he was like this, others couldn't bear it like him, so he naturally asked Mu Yu to change his clothes.

Mu Ban went in through the window in a daze.

The couch was in a mess, and seeing the vague appearance of being rolled over, Shen Gurong coughed, raised his hand and gently waved out a wave of spiritual power, and the glaring wrinkles instantly calmed down.

He thought that Mu Yu didn't see it, but in fact Mu Yu had already seen everything.

Mu Yan looked away calmly, pretending to be looking for clothes in the storage ring with his head down.

Shen Gurong was relieved to see that Mu Yu didn't notice, he lay on the window sill, and looked at Yunxiu outside the window.

He looked at it for a while, then turned around inadvertently, and saw that Mu Yu was still holding his clothes and looking at him hesitantly.

Shen Gurong said strangely: "Why don't you change it? Be careful not to catch a cold."

Mu Yan: "..."

People who practice Taoism will not catch cold easily. Is his master a monk or a mortal?

Mu Ji said dryly, "Should we change here?"

Shen Gurong: "What else? Go to the boat to exchange for being seen by the people on the shore?"

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Yan's face turned red.

After Shen Gurong finished speaking, he realized that this sentence was a bit of a hooligan suspicion, he touched his nose unnaturally, turned his head away, and said in a muffled voice: "You can change, they are all men, and I don't want to look at you. "

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Ji had no choice but to take off his wet clothes with a blushing face, and changed quickly.

Shen Gurong leaned on the window sill and watched for a while, and found that the sweet-scented osmanthus was already standing on the wooden railing on the edge of the painting boat. There was only one narrow piece of wood, but he stood extremely steadily, holding the sharp knife in his hand, Clothes fluttered, like an independent fairy, staring at the water wave in a trance.

Shen Gurong talked to him: "Osmanthus, since you have the spirit of Brother Six, can you communicate with him?"

Osmanthus osmanthus looked up at him, nodded and said, "Yes."

Shen Gurong's eyes lit up, thinking that this would be extremely convenient.

"You tell Sixth Senior Brother that I've already boarded the boat, and I can arrive at Fuxian City early tomorrow morning, so he doesn't have to worry about it."

Osmanthus osmanthus closed her eyes and told the truth.

Soon, the sweet-scented osmanthus opened her eyes and slightly opened her lips, but what came out was Lin Shu's and impatient voice.

"Understood." Lin Shuhe said, "Let that brat be careful when we go back. I have already told the senior brother about his wolf ambition. If you don't drive him out of the division, the senior brother will definitely cut him down with a sword."

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong said helplessly: "Brother, I remember that you didn't hate Mu Ban so much a while ago, right?"

Is it because of that accident?

Shen Gurong didn't understand why.

Lin Shuhe snorted coldly: "Anyway, you just let him die."

Saying that he stopped talking nonsense with Shen Gurong, he directly cut off the contact.

Shen Gurong sighed and didn't pay much attention.

After he said a few words to Osmanthus fragrans, Mu Ji's voice came from behind him: "Master, I'm fine."

Only then did Shen Gurong turn around and said, "Yes."

Mu Yu grasped the Nine-breathing Sword tightly, bowed his head in a salute, and pushed the door out with red ears.

As soon as they reached the top of the painting boat, the sweet-scented osmanthus slashed at him with a single knife. If it was someone else, he would be split in half by him.

Mu Yu didn't panic, and rushed up with his sword in his face like sinking water.

This fight is all the way.

When we returned to Liren Peak, it was already the morning of the second day.

Xi Guxing was waiting for him at the Jieling Monument, feeling the familiar aura not far away, he frowned, and grasped the Duanjing sword placed aside.

It came just fine.

Mu was relegated to death.