Chen Gurong followed Changyingshan's disciples to attend morning classes for several days. The disciple who was originally trembling was also a little used to his existence. At least he would not sweat all over every morning class.

On the day of Grain Rain, it rained.

Chen Gurong arrived at Zhibai Hall with the bamboo bone umbrella, and the morning bell had already struck four times.

If it was already full of people at this time, today, if not a single disciple of Zhibai Hall came.

Chen Gurong closed the umbrella and sat on the cushion in confusion for a long time, but no one came.

Chen Gurong said "tsk" and said, "Do all these disciples want to go to heaven? They dare to skip classes together."

It was drizzling, and Chen Gurong lay on the desk by the window and looked at it for a while, feeling a little drowsy.

Chen Fengxue's shell was too sick. Chen Gurong ate the spiritual pills given to him by Xi Guxing every day. After a few days, the spiritual power in his body was slightly activated, but he still couldn't finish sleeping.

Chen Gurong yawned, forced himself to cheer up, and pinched the chalcedony to find Xi Guxing.

"Senior brother."

Xi Guxing replied soon, and his tone was a little irritable: "What's the matter? Say it!"

Chen Gurong: "What's wrong with you? Who is provoking you again?"

"It's not because of you!" Xi Guxing was impatient.

Chen Gurong felt very innocent: "What's wrong with me? I haven't done anything these days."

"Master didn't know where you heard the news of your injury. A few days ago, I sent a message to your sixth senior brother, asking him to refine the healing medicine for you within three days."

Chen Gurong: "Ah?"

"He dares to be angry but not speak, and can't scold you, so he can only come to me." Xi Guxing, "He has scolded you for a night now. He just took the time to take medicine--tsk, when he comes back, he starts again."

"Chen Fengxue, be careful, the sixth junior brother will poison you one day sooner or later."

Chen Gurong: "..."

In Shen Fengxue's impression, his sixth senior brother seemed to be a sick man. He didn't treat himself. He could cough up a few liters of blood when he walked a few more steps every day. He couldn't even touch him, and his temper was so irritable.

Xi Guxing listened to his junior brother's sickly curse, and asked Chen Gurong: "What's the matter? Tell me quickly - I'm going to be annoyed by you. I shouldn't have agreed to be the head teacher at the beginning."

Chen Gurong said dryly: "Senior Brother, thank you for your hard work."

Xi Guxing: "Say."

Chen Gurong asked: "What is today's special day? Why has Zhibaitang not come alone until now?"

Xi Guxing was silent for a while, and said in a strange tone: "Maybe practiced too late last night, so it's too late to get up. If you wait there, you will come in a while."

Chen Gurong didn't doubt him, and continued to sit there and wait.

Wait, wait, wait, Chen Gurong almost waited into a lookout stone.

Chen Gu Rongku sat down, unable to help but take a nap for an hour, and then realized whether Xi Guxing was playing tricks on him, so he bounced off the chalcedony again.

"Xi Guxing, why haven't they come yet?"

Xi Guxing's tone was strange: "Are you still waiting?"

Chen Gurong: "What do you think?"

Xi Guxing couldn't help but sneered: "Chen Fengxue, do you actually have today?"

Chen Gurong: "..."

Can you speak human words?!

Xi Guxing laughed at him and said, "Do you know whose morning class is today?"

Chen Gu Rongmu looked at him: "Who?"

As soon as he asked, he was stunned and his lips twitched slightly: "Lou... don't return?"

"Yes." Xi Guxing said, "Every time he went to morning class, he had to go to school for a long time before he came. Over the years, his disciples have become accustomed to it. Every time he went to school, he would be two hours late at night."

Chen Gurong: "..."

Chen Gurong was a little angry: "Why didn't you tell me just now?"

Xi Guxing: "Of course it's to trick you."

Chen Gurong: "You..."

Chen Gurong took a deep breath, but fortunately he had a good temper and asked second by asking: "Then why didn't other disciples tell me about this?"

Xi Guxing seemed very happy to see him being defeated: "You Chen Fengxue sent everyone to beat you at Liren Peak. Who would take the initiative to tell you?"

Chen Gurong: "..."

I'm autistic and don't want to talk.

Xi Guxing mocked him again, and Chen Gu Rong wiped off the chalcedony with a slutty face.

Chen Gurong fell head-on on the desk, moaned depressedly, and cursed Xi Guxing in a low voice: "Master, Master, you are a Master, Master."

When Mu Ei ran to the corridor outside Zhibai Hall with an umbrella, he heard his master talking nonsense, as if he was talking about "the leader". He stopped unconsciously and turned his head slightly and looked over.

His master, who had always been sitting upright, seemed to be boneless all over his body, laying softly on the desk, his hands hanging on the edge of the desk, and his slender and thin white fingers knocked rhythmically with his tone.

"Palm, teach." Knock it twice.

"Xi, palm, teach." Knock three times.

The child is throwing a tantrum.

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Zhe took away the umbrella indescribable words, swayed the rainwater from the tail of the umbrella, and quickly walked into Zhibai Hall.

As soon as he heard the footsteps, Chen Gurong, who was whispering to Xi Guxing, immediately sat upright.

Mu Zhe walked in and nodded and bowed: "Master."

Chen Gurong waited for more than an hour and estimated that it would take half an hour to come if he didn't return.

Chen Gurong asked: "Why did you come so early?"

Mu Zhe originally thought that someone told Chen Gurong that the morning class would be delayed this day, but he also wanted to come here early and avoid coming to Zhibaitang with Shen Gurong.

But unexpectedly, I avoided it on the road and ran into Zhibaitang.

Mu Ei walked to his position with a small cloth bag and sat on the cushion bent his knees: "The elder's homework left by yesterday has not been completed yet, come here to make up for it earlier."

Chen Gurong seemed to be unable to see Mu Ze's coldness, so he got up and walked to the desk beside Mu Ze's side and sat down, lazily holding his side face, and found a topic: "Hmm? Do you have any questions you don't understand and ask me to answer you?"

Mu Ei looked at him strangely, and didn't know what he thought of, gently touched the corner of his lips.

He took out the books and placed them one by one on the table, saying, "Don't bother Master."

Chen Gurong held his fingers on his side and moved them gently, thinking: Oh, I've been rejected again, this little bastard is very arrogant.

Chen Gurong was bored and Yu Guang glanced at the small wooden box that was leaking from Mu's cloth bag and found another topic.

"What's this?"

Mu Zhe followed his finger and took out the small box, saying, "This is the wooden box that holds spiritual medicine..."

He said this, pursed his lips and gently opened the small wooden box, revealing the candied fruit inside.

Mu Ze whispered: "I'm afraid of wasting, so I used it to release the candied fruit given by Senior Brother Li Suo."

Chen Gurong stared at the candied fruit in the box and thought to himself: I want to eat it.

Chen Fengxue had already fasted the valley. After Chen Gurong came here, he had not been dripping water for several days, but he had no discomfort. When he saw the food of ordinary people, his saliva was about to flow down.

Chen Gurong forced himself to endure it, said "Oh", turning his head without saying a word.

I don’t know if it was his illusion, but Mu Zhe treated him...it seemed different from before.

Mu Ei had always resisted and disgusted Chen Gurong before. Even if Chen Gurong saved him, his resentment disappeared a lot, but he could not get close to Shen Gurong.

Now, I wonder if he had figured it out by himself, but he seemed to be less repulsive of Chen Gurong's approach.

If Chen Gurong suddenly approached him in normal times, Mu Zhe would have been instinctively, and his whole body was so tense that he wanted to jump up;

But today, Mu Zhe not only did not want to escape, but could have a few words with Shen Gurong, and looked quite relaxed.

Chen Gurong thought to himself: "I finally figured it out that I won't harm him anymore? Tsk, it seems that it is useful to pull the little protagonist to communicate the relationship between master and apprentice."

The master and apprentice sat very close, one supported his head and thought about it, while the other sat upright and practiced his calligraphy.

Half an hour later, the disciples of Zhibaitang came over slowly and saw the Holy Lord who had arrived long ago and hurriedly sat down.

Soon, Lou Bugui, who had been slowing down for two hours, finally came to take the "morning class" with a small basket on his back.

All the disciples came here after lunch, but the Lou Buguiyi came, so they stood up to salute.

"Good afternoon, uncle."

Lou Bugui put his small backpack on the desk where he was teaching, and said vaguely: "Current morning."

Chen Gurong: "..."

Lou Bugui was still immersed in his own small world. When he entered Zhibai Hall, he didn't even look at others. He carefully took out the herbs in the small back basket and placed them on the desk, and said slowly: "Today we will learn the soul-catching grass."
To be continued...