Even though he was held in Mu Zhe's arms, Chen Gurong's hand still had no slight relaxation. He seemed to be determined to go home and strangle himself to death here.

No matter how hard Mu Zhe tried, he could not open Chen Gu Rong's hand and almost went crazy: "Master! Master..."

In the end, he had no choice but to force his cultivation to explore Chen Gu Rong's spiritual consciousness. He was shocked suddenly. Chen Gu Rong's eyes instantly dissipated, his body was soft in Mu Zhu's arms, and he completely lost consciousness.

Mu Zhe hugged him and looked at him for a long time before he hugged him tightly in his arms.

The overwhelming fear of almost swallowing him.

If he was one step later, would his master really strangled himself to death in this dirty wasteland?

What exactly did he encounter in Fengdu that he could do such a ruthless move on himself?

Mu Zhe hugged him for a long time, and it took him until his hands completely calmed down. He held Chen Gu Rong horizontally in his arms with red eyes.

The Taoist partner contract is scattered around, slowly leading out a road to Fengdu.

Chen Gurong did not leave Fengdu too far, and Mu Zhu soon carried him to Lingfang.

Yu Xinghe was waiting there, and when he saw the two of them coming back, he immediately waved happily: "Master, Senior Brother... Hum? What's wrong with Master?"

He hurriedly jumped off the spiritual boat and walked over quickly.

Mu Ei's face was gloomy, he looked at the gate of Fengdu coldly and said, "There are problems with Feng, I will go with you tomorrow."

Yu Xinghe nodded and looked at Chen Gu Rong in his arms worriedly: "Master, he..."

Mu Ze didn't say much, raised his hand and threw the mustard seeds out, turning into a huge Fan Jiangju appeared in the spot.

"Master needs rest, don't bother him."

Yu Xinghe was very obedient and said, "Okay."

Mu Ei hugged Chen Gu Rong and entered the mustard seeds.

Chen Gurong fell asleep all night, and Mu Ei also sat by the couch and stayed with him all night.

While searching for Chen Gu Rong, Mu Zhe first followed the Taoist Mercy to Fengdu, but not long after he walked in, the Taoist Mercy suddenly flew out of the city like crazy, and finally stopped in a wasteland.

Chen Gu Rong, who was wearing white hair and blue clothes, was crying and strangling his neck.

Mu Ze didn't know what happened to Chen Gurong, but what he dared to be sure was that the little master who had always been cheerful and could make up for himself and use the most painful and struggling method to settle his life. Fengdu would definitely not be able to escape.

Mu Ei held Chen Gu Rong's cold hand tightly, so panicked that his heart was about to jump out of his heart.

He suddenly had a strange premonition that the young master who had made fun of the previous jokes and was flamboyant... might not come back.

Mu Zhe stayed with him quietly all night. After dawn, Yu Xinghe suddenly heard from outside Fan Jiangju.

Mu Zhe hesitated for a moment before gently putting Chen Gurong's hand back into the brocade quilt, turning around and walking out of Fan Jiangju.

Yu Xinghe was on the pleasure boat, probably just now, rubbing his eyes in disorganized clothes.

Mu Zhe said: "What's wrong?"

Yu Xinghe shook his fingers and pointed at Fengdu not far away, his eyes full of horror: "Senior Brother, Fengdu..."

Mu Ei looked up and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Last night, Fengdu, which was still a normal city, was shrouded in the sky after dawn, as if a layer of illusion was dissipated by water, revealing its original appearance.

The entire city seemed to be burned by fire, with dark scorched marks everywhere, ruins everywhere, and even half of the city gate collapsed, and you could vaguely see the long street burned into ruins inside.

On the city that destroyed half of the city was exposed, most of the city plaques were burned.

You can see two words clearly above.

Yu Xinghe murmured: "Hui Gan..."

The next moment, a thunder suddenly fell from the sky, as if it was shocking something.

Yu Xinghe was so scared that he almost jumped up and said in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Mu Ei looked at the cloudless sky with a gloomy face and said coldly: "It's nothing, I just don't know which saint has disturbed."

Yu Xinghe looked confused: "Ah? What?"

Mu Zhe didn't say anything anymore.

He was already in the Mahayana period, and when the heavenly thunder sounded, he could tell whether it was a shock from the saint or a thunder punishment from the heavenly way.

The punishment of thunder in heaven is often fast and fierce, and it will hit the thunder without giving anyone any chance to react.

And this heavenly thunder just now was the power of a cultivator.

There are saints who are enlightened and are not allowed to mention the three words "Hui Gancheng" when they are peeking at the Three Realms.

Only those who ascend to become a saint in the Three Realms and cut off cause and effect are Nan Lianjun from Li Ren Peak.

Li Nanyang.

Yu Xinghe just said two words "Huiting" and could make Nan Lianjun, who was thousands of miles away, come to the warning of Tianlei. Is he... hiding something?

But he has been ascending for many years, but has been staying in the three realms. Is it because something has become an obsession and cannot let go?

Mu Zui vaguely knew that he seemed to have discovered something amazing, but he didn't dare to think about it.

The two walked into Huitang City, and there were traces of burning everywhere. Just looking at the traces, you could tell how big the fire had started back then, and it could actually burn the entire city like this.

The ghosts all over the city are missing.

Yu Xinghe felt a little scared and said unaware: "Here... there seems to be no clues during the day."

Perhaps only when the city gates are wide open at night can they learn clues about the thirteen plague ghosts from the mouths of those ghosts.

Mu Zhe pondered for a while before nodding: "Okay, let's come again tonight."

Mu Zhe was really too secure. Yu Xinghe was afraid of the ghost city, but now he heard this and his eyes lit up and nodded desperately: "Yeah!"

Mu Zhe absent-mindedly left the city and gave a few words to Yu Xinghe, then went into Fanjiangju.

Shen Gurong had already woken up and was kneeling beside the small desk, lowering his eyes and holding the pen to write something on the paper.

His emotions looked very gentle, his expression was relaxed, his white hair was raised high with his hairband, wearing Mu Zhe's blue robe, one hand supporting his jaw, and the other hand was casually writing something on the paper.

He looked casual and energetic, with a angrily smiled at the corners of his lips, and his eyes kept glancing out the window, as if he was trying to sneak out to play.

That is, there is no longer the calmness of Shen Fengxue, nor the despair of yesterday's hysterical desire to strangle himself to death.

If it weren't for the burning bruise on his neck, Mu Zhe would have thought that last night's scene was just a nightmare he had.

However, seeing that Shen Gurong had returned to normal, Mu Ei breathed a sigh of relief without any trace. He walked over and knelt across from Shen Gurong, and said softly: "Master."

Shen Gurong seemed not to see him, and still wrote something on the paper.

Mu Ei didn't notice anything wrong, so he leaned forward and glanced at him, and found that Shen Gurong's handwriting was exactly the same as what Shen Fengxue taught him in his previous life.

Mu Zhe was stunned for a moment.

In this life, Shen Fengxue's handwriting was completely different from the previous life, as if he was deliberately changing his handwriting. After Shen Gurong disguised himself as Shen Fengxue, he seemed to be deliberately learning his handwriting to avoid being discovered as "taking the body". So Mu Ze did not notice the change in the handwriting for a while.

But now...

Mu Ze took a light breath, forced a smile, and said softly: "What are Master copying?"

Chen Gurong ignored the deaf ears, and he scattered a strand of white hair hanging on his shoulders with one hand. He probably had to copy it too much. He held the strand in his mouth, bit it gently as if he was venting anger, and said vaguely in his mouth: "I don't want to copy books."

Mu Xian was stunned.

Chen Gurong copied the book in distress while complaining vaguely: "I want to go out and play, but I don't want to copy the book."

Mu Zhe finally realized something was wrong. He grabbed Chen Gurong's hand and said hard: "Master?"

Chen Gu Rong Bingxiao's eyes looked at him blankly, but he took it back without any realization. He continued to bury his head in copying the annoying book.

Mu Ei sat aside and looked at him in fear.

Chen Gurong was copying the Rules of the Disciples and Learning Memorials. His handwriting was iron-painted and silver hooks. At the beginning, he was very neat, but the more he copied, he became more irritable and more playful. Finally, when he copied it, he said, "It is said that it is not published, and when it is said that it is okay," he bit his pen and thought, and muttered in a low voice: "Let me go out and play, the most appropriate way to teach."

He secretly wrote "play" in the lower right corner of the paper.

Want to play.

Mu Edward's heart almost reached his throat. He stepped forward with difficulty, raised his hand to hold Chen Gurong's side face, and murmured: "Master, do you... do you recognize who I am?"

Chen Gurong was forcibly looking at him with his face, and the two of them finally met.

Mu Zhe's lips were trembling and he looked at him almost begging.

Chen Gurong looked at him for a long time, suddenly said "ah", leaned forward and said in confusion: "Are you here to copy books for me?"

Mu Xian was stunned.

Chen Gurong looked outside sly, as if worried that the gentleman would come suddenly, and he urged Mu Zhe: "Isn't it?"

Mu Zhe didn't know how to answer, but he met Chen Gu Rong's strange gaze and nodded after a while.

"yes."

Chen Gurong was happy and quickly pulled him to the table, handed him the pen, pointed to the line in the learning notes, and said, "Here, start copying here, you have to learn the handwriting like it."

Mu Ze was stuffed with a pen in a daze and looked up blankly. Chen Gu Rong was smiling at him with his jaw.

"Don't be discovered by the sir." Chen Gurong said, smiling and flipped out of the window frame, and sneaked out to play.
To be continued...