Don't randomly pick up apprentices if you wear a book

Zhetian said no, but the hilt of the sword fell into Shen Mu's hand involuntarily.

Shen Mu shook it for a long time, but Zhetian seemed to be stuck in his hands, and he couldn't shake it no matter how hard he shook it.

Shen Mu looked up to the sky and sighed: "A wicked debt, really a wicked debt."

If I had known that there was only Zhetian in the arsenal of the gods, even if I killed him, I wouldn't be able to summon the broken sword that abolished the original owner's cultivation.

Shen Mu's heart felt cold.

This sword is Long Xiaoye's natal sword.Once the sword comes out of the mountain, will its owner be far behind?

Shen Mu didn't dare to think about it, and walked out of the valley dejectedly.His footsteps seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he completely lost the momentum he had when he came.

Lou Wanghai rubbed his hands and waited. Seeing Shen Mu coming out, he widened his eyes and shouted: "It's really amazing! You actually got it."

Shen Mu: What are you doing so loudly?I am not deaf.

Now Shen Mu would rather be blind, deaf, and break this hand that was glued to Zhetian.

Qi Baishui and others all surrounded him.

Lu Buyan: "Third senior brother, can you show me?"

Shen Mu let go of his hand and shook it, and Zhetian followed his palm, but he didn't fall off.

Lou Wanghai was overjoyed: "It turns out that the legend is true. Excalibur beats the sky, and only recognizes one person as the master in his life. No matter what others do, they can't take it away."

Shen Mu: ...

It's over, I snatched Long Xiaoye's natal sword.Drunken Spring Tower, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape.

Shen Mu wanted to cry, but suddenly heard his apprentice's voice.

"Master, is this sword given to me?"

Shen Mu nodded, then shook his head violently.

He couldn't let Long Xiaoye find Xiaobai's bad luck.Drunken Spring Building, as a teacher, let's go alone.

Long Xiaoye didn't know what was going on in his heart, but felt that Shen Mu's expression was inappropriate, and secretly asked Zhetian with his spiritual thoughts: "What did you do to him?"

Zhetian: "What can I do to him? As soon as this bitch sees me, he desperately wants to give me back. I can only stick to his hands."

Long Xiaoye's eyes dimmed: "He is my master, you should be more respectful to him in the future."

Zhetian: ...

Long Xiaoye picked up Zhetian.

Shen Mu watched helplessly.The sword hilt, which was obviously more sticky than [-] glue, got into the hands of the apprentice without any trouble.

Shen Mu: ...

Shen Mu hurriedly grasped the scabbard and did not let go: "Xiaobai, you can't hold this sword."

Long Xiaoye raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

Shen Mu pondered for a moment, leaned close to his ear and whispered: "This sword belongs to Long Xiaoye, the prince of the Dragon Clan."

Long Xiaoye: ...

Long Xiaoye stared at Shen Mu for a long time, and said with a smile, "Whoever owns it. Anyway, it's mine now."

Shen Mu was stunned: "Do you dare to snatch Long Xiaoye's things?"

Long Xiaoye: "Is Master very afraid of that Long Xiaoye? What does he have to do with Master?"

Shen Mu trembled unconsciously, and repeatedly denied: "I don't know, it's nothing to do with it."

Long Xiaoye held Shen Mu's hand, pursed his lips and said, "Master, don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Shen Mu's heart warmed up, and even his fear of Long Xiaoye faded a lot.

Maybe in this life, Zhetian and Long Xiaoye have nothing to do with each other?Didn't he confiscate Long Xiaoye as his apprentice?Shen Mu comforted herself.

At the same time, a strange color appeared behind the glazed stone.Hei Shuoshuo, like two beams of bottomless eyes staring at Shen Mu without blinking.

However, everyone was happy to get Zhetian, and even Qilin, who was always vigilant, didn't notice it.

Under everyone's admiring eyes, Shen Mu left with his apprentice.

The two returned to the evil spirit valley, Shen Mu washed his hands and cooked.It seemed that only by staying in the kitchen could Shen Mu calm down completely and temporarily forget his fear of the unknown.

Long Xiaoye was sitting on the roof with a jug of wine in his hand, peeking through the cracks in the roof tiles.

The jumping fire was reflected on Shen Mu's unparalleled handsome profile, shaking people's hearts and minds.Even with the spatula in hand, Shen Mu still curled up like a fairy, like a white tan plant blooming in the iceberg and snow, not eating the fireworks of the world.

His heartbeat slowed down a beat, and all the wine in the pot was drunk unconsciously.

After Shen Mu finished cooking, he called his apprentice to eat.

Long Xiaoye "falls" from the roof and lands straight in front of Shen Mu.His breath seemed to be very unstable, and his face, which was originally carved with jade, was as red as a burning fire.

Shen Mu frowned unconsciously when he smelled alcohol all over his body.

"Xiaobai, children are not allowed to drink alcohol."

Long Xiaoye stared at the beads of sweat hanging on his forehead, and suddenly hugged his waist like a ghost.

"Master, can you kiss me?" There seemed to be something inexplicable surging in Long Xiaoye's eyes.

Shen Mu: ...

The little apprentice had won a fortune and was overly excited, wanting to ask for a reward.Shen Mu expressed his understanding.

He bent down, scraped his apprentice's nose lovingly, and kissed his forehead.

An electric current flowed through the limbs and bones in an instant, causing Long Xiaoye's heart to tremble.

He had never experienced this feeling before, he couldn't help but tightened his grip on Shen Mu's waist, stood on tiptoe and brought his lips close to Shen Mu's.

Shen Mu was puzzled for a moment, slightly staggered, and kissed his apprentice on the cheek again.

Long Xiaoye's face was burning again, burning hot.It is more fierce and infatuating than the taste of spirits in the throat.

Seeing this, Shen Mu pushed him down on the chair: "Xiaobai, you are drunk, Master will make you a hangover soup."

Long Xiaoye looked at his back who was busy talking, and smiled suddenly.

He suddenly understood the taste of love and love in the script.

"I don't want hangover soup. I want you, Master." Long Xiaoye said silently in his heart.

Since the apprenticeship ceremony, Ling Yundu's idol rankings have quietly changed.Shen Mu, the god of witchcraft, jumped directly from the bottom to the top of the list, ahead of No.2 Lou Wanghai by a full thousand votes.

Countless disciples flocked to Shen Mu's name, but he politely rejected them all.

There was an apprentice who suddenly became clingy, asking for hugs and hugs from time to time.There is also Qilin who comes to eat and drink without saying hello all day long, and has an amazing appetite.Where did Shen Mu have the extra thought to recruit disciples?

Shen Mu secretly inquired about Long Xiaoye, but he heard that the prince of the dragon clan who ruled the three worlds had disappeared half a year ago.

For Shen Mu, no news is the best news.

The days passed by.Until one day, a government servant from Suizhou City near Lingyundu came to his door.

That day, Shen Mu was making tea in the yard.

Lou Wanghai rushed in with a few people in a hurry, without asking any questions, he just sat down and poured a cup of tea.

A few people dressed as yamen servants huddled at the gate of the courtyard, looking like they were ready to run away at any time.

Shen Mu: "Brother, do you have anything to do with me?"

Lou Wanghai: "A strange thing happened in Suizhou City, you go and investigate it, and take the new disciples down the mountain to practice."

After Lou Wanghai assigned the task concisely, he patted his butt and left.Shen Mu had no choice but to ask for details in person.

There was a bold man among the yamen servants who narrated the ins and outs intermittently.

About a month ago, the storyteller at the gate of Yuelao Temple suddenly became dumb.The doctor who consulted thought that his voice was hoarse because he talked too much, so he prescribed a medicine to clear the throat and sharpen the throat.

Unexpectedly, after two days, several people suddenly became speechless.The storyteller who was the first to get sick had malignant sores all over his body, festering from the soles of his feet all the way to his whole body, with a terrible smell.

Immediately afterwards, more and more patients became ill.One spread to ten, ten to hundreds, and hundreds of people suffered from this strange disease in just one month.

All the doctors in the city were helpless, and everyone said that Suizhou City was cursed.

After the government heard about it, they had no choice but to close the city.

But the house leaked every night rain.

Two days ago, blue-green bubbles appeared in all the water sources in the city.The people dared not drink water, and it seemed that they could not survive.

Everyone had no choice but to turn to Ling Yundu for help, and pin their hopes on the witch and gu god who had always refused to save him.

After the yamen servant finished speaking, he knelt down with a plop.The others also knelt down, begging the god to save their lives.

Shen Mu helped them up one by one, and promised to go down the mountain immediately.

The accompanying disciple Lou Wanghai had already made arrangements: Su Qiubai, Qiu Panghu, and Shangguanyu.

Of course, Shen Mu would not leave his apprentice in the evil spirit valley alone.

Long Xiaoye was originally very impatient for someone to disturb his "two-person world" with his master.But I heard that the first person to get sick was a storyteller, and he became dumb, so he was embarrassed to have a fit.

A group of people came to the city.

It was completely different from the bustling scene seen on the night of the Lantern Festival. The streets were empty and desolate.There was an indescribably disgusting smell in the air.

Shen Mu inexplicably felt a little familiar with this smell.

He looked up at the sky.It was clearly noon, and the sun was shining brightly, but his eyes seemed to be wearing a pair of blue-gray colored contact lenses, and everything he looked at had a strange dead air.

Su Qiubai whispered, "This city seems to be under a curse."

Shen Mu turned his head, with an expression of willingness to hear more about it.

Seeing that he had no airs, Su Qiubai boldly said: "Master, look, there is obviously a dividing line from here to there."

Shen Mu followed Su Qiubai's hand to look around, and sure enough, he saw a blue-green boundary faintly hanging in the air.The sky inside the boundary is a few degrees higher than the gray outside the boundary, like a pot lid just shrouding the city inside.

Shen Mu: "What kind of spell is this?"

Su Qiubai shook his head to express his ignorance.

The two of you said something to me, which made Long Xiaoye's face unhappy, and he flicked out spiritual power casually.

The spiritual flow pierced through the clouds and pierced straight to the center of the sky.

"puff."

Like a balloon deflated.

A hole was suddenly broken in the gray-blue sky above the head, revealing a few rays of bright sunlight.

Shen Mu squeezed a cold sweat at the side.

Although he didn't know what kind of spell it was, he knew that if someone forcibly broke any spell, unless the spell breaker was much stronger than the one who cast the spell, it would be easy to draw the curse on himself.

Long Xiaoye didn't even lift his head, and pulled him to the side, as if deliberately keeping him away from others.

Shen Mu said: "Let's go and see the storyteller first."

The yamen servant who led the way did not dare to go, and only roughly explained the direction.Shen Mu led his disciples there.

The storyteller lives near the Yuelao Temple.Passing by the high platform used for storytelling, Shen Mu couldn't help feeling a chill, as if the three words "Long Xiaoye" were still echoing in his ears.

He subconsciously quickened his pace and soon came to the storyteller's residence.

This is a small yard.A willow tree was planted at the gate of the courtyard.The willow branches have sprouted, but the leaves that grow out are emerald green with a bit of dark orchid, which is very strange.

Shen Mu walked in, and the first thing he saw was a small pond.The water in the pond is, as the villagers say, bubbling blue-green.It was gurgling, as if something was blowing under the water.

The compass in Su Qiubai's hand swayed violently from side to side, so fast that the needle could hardly be seen.

This compass was a gift from Qi Baishui, and it is said that it can detect all evil spirits in the world.

Shen Mu frowned, distributed a few anti-drug pills to everyone, told everyone to be careful, then naturally walked forward with his apprentice's hands tightly held.

Long Xiaoye's stern face finally turned from cloudy to sunny, and he glanced at the pond inadvertently.

The thing at the bottom of the pond seemed to feel his threat, and disappeared without a trace, not even a single bubble.

Shen Mu came to the door of the room.A thick and disgusting breath rushed over.Then there was a muffled crash.

Shen Mu immediately broke into the door.The sight in front of him made his stomach churn.