Time travel to become the master of high-risk occupations

Xi Guxing brought the frightened apprentice back to Changying Mountain.

Mu Yu brought the master, who was even more shocked than Li Suo, back to Fanjiangju.

Shen Gurong wrapped the crane cloak around her body tightly, and sat at the table frowning to make tea.

While boiling water for him with fire stones, Mu Ji talked to Jiu Xi in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"No really, I'm telling the truth." Nine breaths made Sapo swear, "The holy king came over, cut off the arm of the demon cultivator with a sword, and then said a few old things casually, and he took that demon cultivator's arm. Moxiu was chopped off, it's true! Then Moxiu really didn't do anything to your master!"

Mu Ji was still worried: "Then you repeat what they said to me."

Nine breaths: "..."

"You are so annoying." Jiu Xi scratched his hair, but reluctantly told Shen Gurong and Li Genglan what they had said.

Mu Ban was thoughtful.

Nine breaths: "Your master is very fierce when he kills people, without blinking his eyes, the one who is cold-blooded, cold-faced, and ruthless is your master. He has the highest cultivation in the three realms, who can bully him, Don't worry about it."

Mu Yan frowned.

Although he didn't show the slightest emotion on the face of his master, the fright of the murder in his heart could not be faked.

He couldn't figure it out after thinking about it, so he had to give up.

After the tea was brewed, Shen Gurong held the teacup and sighed silently.

Mu Yan asked softly: "Master, why are you sighing?"

The distraction accumulated by the demon cultivator for 40 years was broken by Shen Gurong's sword. If there is no accident, there will be ten years before Genglong and he will not be able to do anything messy again.

This should be a good thing.

Shen Gurong stared down at the tea in the cup, and suddenly asked: "Do you know who the demon cultivator who was imprisoned in the Bone Tomb is?"

Mu Ji thought that he was still killing himself and was heartbroken, so he tried to raise his hand to touch the back of Shen Gu Rong's hand, and felt that the master didn't reject it, so he put his entire palm on it.

"He is a demon cultivator who has done a lot of evil." Mu Ban said softly, "Master killed him to eliminate harm for the people."

Shen Gurong's hands were cold all the year round, the first time they were wrapped in Mu Yu's warm palm, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he even forgot what he wanted to say.

He stayed there for a while, then retracted his hand unnaturally, and said to him from left to right: "Where is Sanshui? When will he come back?"

Sanshui is still a good cliché.

Mu Yan's eyes sank.

Shen Gurong's appearance obviously has something on his mind, but Mu Yu couldn't hear what he was worrying about in his heart anyway. He originally planned to guide the master to trust and rely on him step by step, but after finally taking a step forward, Shen Gurong Gu Rong flinched back.

And it seemed that he planned to find Wen Liubing to relieve his troubles.

At first, Mu Yu couldn't understand why Yu Xinghe was naturally jealous, and he had to fight with others for every little thing, but now he finally understood.

Jealousy is really like a weed that grows wildly when it encounters the wind, and it cannot be controlled at all.

Mu Ji suppressed his distorted thoughts forcibly, and said in a gentle voice: "Brother Sanshui has important matters to return to Fenglu City, and he should be busy for a long time."

Shen Gurong's disappointment was evident: "That's it."

Mu Yan reluctantly smiled, and said: "If Master has any difficulties, you can leave it to Mu Yan."

Shen Gu Rong glanced at him upon hearing this, and suddenly sighed in her heart.

"You're just a kid."

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Ban's face froze, and he almost broke off the armrest in his palm.

Over the years, Shen Gurong has always consulted senior brothers like Xi Guxing and Lou Bugui for matters. Even Wen Liubing, who is not very reliable, can solve the master's problems, but Shen Gurong has never taken the initiative to discuss important matters with Mu Yu Pass.

It's not that Shen Gurong doesn't trust him, it's just that in his heart he always feels that Mu Yan is just an inexperienced child who loves to cry.

Mu Yu knew it in his heart, so he wanted to urgently break the first impression in Shen Gu Rong's heart.

Mu Ban took a deep breath and said, "Master, I'm seventeen soon, and I'm no longer a child."

Shen Gurong tilted her head to look at him, and said in her heart, "How can a 17-year-old be considered a child?"

Mu Yan: "..."

Shen Gurong sighed and said, "You are still young."

Mu Yan looked at him sullenly.

Seeing his appearance, Shen Gurong suddenly smiled: "Are you angry? You still say you are not a child?"

Unconsciously playing with a childish temper, Mu Yu hurriedly said: "I didn't, I... I went to punish evil with the senior brother before, and the people who saw it knew countless things. What the senior brother can do, Mu Yu can do the same." do it."

As he spoke, his eyes drooped slightly, and a gleam of water skillfully appeared at the end of his eyes, and Mu Yan said in a low voice, "Still... my cultivation base is too low, not comparable to senior brother Sanshui..."

Shen Gurong was taken aback for a moment: "No..."

Mu Zhi said: "I will work hard to cultivate."

Shen Gurong was choked.

"One day, I will surpass Eldest Brother." Mu Yan raised his eyes, staring at Shen Gurong closely, as if swearing some poisonous oath, solemnly.

Shen Gurong thought to himself: "San Shui is already at the stage of becoming a god, if you want to surpass him, you have to break through to become a god. Although you are talented and intelligent, these two realms cannot be easily broken through in a few years or decades."

Above the stage of transforming gods is the stage of Mahayana.

For so many years in the Three Realms, there has only been one monk at the Mahayana stage, that is, Shen Fengxue, who has become a half-step saint.

Mu Yan pursed his lips, as if he had been splashed with cold water, but he still held on to the last sliver of hope, and his tone was a little weaker than before.

He murmured: "I will surpass him..."

Mu Yan looked like a poor puppy soaked in rain, Shen Gurong's heart trembled, he rubbed the center of his brows, and said warmly: "Okay, you will surpass Sanshui, Master is waiting for you, eh?"

Mu Yan: "..."

Shen Gurong's consolation, which seemed to coax a child, not only did not comfort Mu Yan at all, but an inexplicable grievance surfaced in his heart.

He... really didn't believe me.

Shen Gurong saw that the circles of Mu Yu's eyes were red, and he seemed to be about to cry. He was stunned, not knowing that his words had touched the tears of Miss Mu, so he could only say dryly: "You, you won't want to cry. cry."

Mu Yan choked for a moment, and hurriedly said, "No."

Shen Gurong is not very good at comforting people, the two of them were silent for a while, he suddenly remembered something, and said: "By the way, you won the leader at the Weiwei Conference, and tomorrow you can go to teach the spiritual object that belongs to the leader. I heard that there are many spirit stones and two good spirit weapons."

Mu Yu was not interested, but seeing what Shen Gurong said, he still nodded and said, "Yes."

Shen Gurong didn't understand, so: "Is this child so indifferent when he saw the spirit stone and the spirit weapon? If it was Yu Xinghe, he would have rushed to get the spirit stone and spirit weapon."

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Ji felt offended again.

Shen Gurong had finished his good words, but seeing that Mu Yu was still listless, he had no choice but to hold up the cup and sip the tea without saying a word.

Anyway, Shen Fengxue has a serious temperament, and she won't feel embarrassed if she doesn't say a word.

Mu Yan was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head to look at Shen Gurong, as if he had hesitated for a long time before finally making a certain decision.

He whispered, "Master."

Shen Gurong: "Huh?"

Mu Yan pursed his lips, and opened and closed his thin lips several times before he whispered like a mosquito, "The one you mentioned earlier... buzz, buzz..."

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong almost couldn't resist clapping his hands together, he frowned: "Where did this mosquito come from? Can't you talk properly?"

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Yan coughed dryly, amplified his voice a little, and said in a low voice: "Master said before, if I win the leader at the Chanwei Conference, you... just allow me one thing, this, does it still count?"

Shen Gurong nodded: "Of course it counts."

This was the first time that Mu Yu clearly wanted something, Shen Gurong became interested and said, "What do you want?"

Mu Ji's ears turned red, and he pointed at Shen Gurong's wrist with trembling fingertips.

——On that snow-white wrist, there are wooden beads wrapped around him that never leave his body.

Shen Gurong raised his hand and shook it, wondering: "This?"

Mu Yan seemed to be begging for something serious, his cheeks flushed and he nodded.

Shen Gurong gave a "harmful" sound, took off the string of beads, casually threw it to Mu Qi, and said, "Here are you."

Mu Yan took the beads in silence, but did not put them away, instead he gently took a bright red bead from it, and then returned the whole string of wooden beads.

Shen Gurong: "You only want one?"

Mu Ji nodded.

Shen Gurong had no choice but to put the beads back on his wrist, and looked at Mu Ban suspiciously.

"It's really a child's heart." Shen Gurong thought to himself, "If it were me, I would choose the most precious thing."

Mu Yan: "..."

Mu Yu silently tied the bead up with a red string and put it on his wrist.

It was getting late, Shen Gurong took off his cloak after drinking tea.

Seeing this, Mu Ji paused for a moment as he stroked Mu Xizhu's hand, feeling some strange emotions in his heart.

His master is very afraid of the cold, even in Jiuchun Mountain where the seasons are like spring, he seldom takes off his cloak, usually at night when he takes off his crane cloak, he is going to take a bath.

Mu Ji glanced at his slightly drooping fox ears, and his heart suddenly beat wildly.

Shen Gurong folded his sleeves and planned to take a bath, but just as he walked out the door slowly, when he heard no movement behind him, he tilted his head in doubt, and said, "What are you doing?"

Mu Yan immediately returned to his senses, and said blankly, "Huh?"

Shen Gurong had no choice but to remind him: "Clothes."

Mu Ji just woke up like a dream, and hurriedly went to find a change of clothes for Master.

Shen Gurong was used to being served by Mu Ban, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with instructing his apprentice to be his servant, so he went to take a bath in the hot spring in the backyard on his own.

After a while, the bright moon hung on the branch, and Shen Gurong fumbled for the clothes that Mu Ji put on the bank, and wrapped them casually around her body.

He frowned and walked from the backyard to the room. Mu Ji was packing the tea set for him. When he saw the steamy person walking over, he suddenly felt a little burning, and hurriedly looked down, not daring to look any further.

Shen Gurong's white clothes and white hair covered his eyes loosely with icicles. His long hair was dripping wet, slightly wet the back of his clothes. calves.

It's cool and seductive.

Mu Yan was dilly-dally tidying up the tea sets, but accidentally caught sight of this scene and quickly sped up the action. He got up to leave, but Shen Gurong stopped him.

"Hold on."

Mu Ji stood there waiting for him to speak.

It's just that after waiting for a long time, Shen Gurong didn't make a sound, so Mu Yan could only look up at him hesitantly.

Shen Gurong looked very unhappy, some drops of water slowly slid down the corner of his forehead, his bright red lips were slightly pursed, and he stared at Mu Yan with a bit of resentment, as if he was faintly angry.

Shen Gurong's face is intimidating even when there is no expression on weekdays, but Mu Yu knows him very well, seeing his expression, he knows that he must be unwell, but he can't speak.

Uncomfortable?

Mu Ji tried to use his spiritual power to listen to his master's heart.

Shen Gurong's face was full of indifference, white clothes and white hair were sparse and cold like an immortal, even the whiteness of the moonlight was invincible.

The fairy under the moon is like a lotus emerging from the water, his eyelashes slightly lowered, and the light in his eyes moved slightly.

"Ahhh! Water, I accidentally got water into my ear!"

"I'm so sick, help me, apprentice! Quickly read my eyes!"

"Help!"

Mu Yan: "..."