In the courtyard of Fan Jiang, the destroyed Xiwu flowers have been removed by Wen Liubing, and the seeds are sprinkled again to wait for germination.

Chen Gurong sat on the stone bench, holding the bamboo chi in his hand and knocking his palms one after another.

Wen Liubing, opposite, held the pen and frowned and wrote on the stone table. On the side, Mu Zui and Yu Xinghe sat obediently, with the spiritual fruits delivered by Su Xi inkstone yesterday, and from time to time, they pinched one and ate carefully.

Chen Gurong glanced at him and said, "How many times have you been?"

Before Wen Liubing could speak, Yu Xinghe raised his hand high and shared his worries for his senior brother: "Go back to Master, fifty-seven times."

Wen Liubing frowned: "Nonsense, you've been a hundred times apart."

Chen Gurong looked at him: "Lie again? Put your hand out."

Wen Liubing stretched out his hand reluctantly, and Chen Gurong held the bamboo chi and knocked it hard.

There was a crisp sound, and the two small balls next to them were trembling with fear.

Jian Cultivator has a thick skin and a thick flesh. Wen Liubing doesn't hurt even if he gets beaten. Seeing his appearance, he wants to be beaten twice and is unwilling to copy the word "Laoshi".

Wen Liubing did whatever he wanted and said to his master seriously: "Master, please let me go to the precepts hall and get whipped. I really don't want to copy books anymore."

Chen Gurong: "..."

I've never seen anyone who was beaten like this.

Chen Gurong raised his hand and knocked on his shoulder, saying, "Hand straighten your waist and back, continue copying - are you so unwilling to practice swords?"

Wen Liubing said solemnly: "I can swing my sword tens of thousands of times a day, and I will never complain about being tired."

Chen Gurong scolded him: "Then you can't even copy the book two thousand times?! Don't you feel embarrassed in front of your junior brother?"

Wen Liubing was shocked: "Master, isn't it nine hundred times?"

"You squeezed your junior brother to help you copy, it's doubled."

Three waters are like losing their parents.

Yu Xinghe and Mu Zui were talking about fruits aside. Seeing the elder brother sweating profusely, he felt a little secretly happy.

Seeing that Wen Liubing had started copying books again, Chen Gurong looked at Mu Zui Yu Xinghe and his voice immediately softened.

"What did you learn today's morning class? Is there anything difficult to understand?"

Yu Xinghe hurriedly raised his hand. He always had a chance to speak to his master. He would never let it go even if he had no chance.

Today's morning class is Lou Bugui's herbal medicine class. Yu Xinghedao: "Uncle Lou teaches us what the formula of 'soul-free', saying that it is a powerful force in the Mahayana period that can easily separate the soul. Master, what will happen if the soul is separated from the body?"

Chen Gurong's face froze and thought to himself with a blank expression: "The consequence is to be stupid for two days."

Mu Ze lowered his head and covered up the smile in his eyes.

Chen Gurong did not answer this, but raised his eyebrows slightly: "His Master Lou teaches you poison again?"

Yu Xinghe blinked: "Yes."

Chen Gurong said: "You don't want to take his class next time."

Yu Xinghe was stunned and said timidly: "But if you don't have morning class, the head of the church will scold you."

Chen Gurong thought for a while: "I'll go and talk to him."

Yu Xinghe nodded quickly.

As the two were talking, Wen Liubing began to feel restless again.

It's strange that Wen Liubing has the patience and perseverance to swing his sword ten thousand times a day, but he has no patience for simple copying books. Every time he copied it several times, the words would fly up, and the "and" was written by him, as if "killed".

Seeing his almost unsitating posture, Chen Gurong held Zhuchi up and said, "Since you can't calm down, then Master will play a song for you and calm down."

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Ze was about to jump off the stone bench without saying a word to say goodbye, but his master did not give him a chance. Sanshui and Yu Xinghe were all full of anticipation.

Mu Zhe closed his eyes in a miserable way, wishing he could close his ears too.

Chen Gurong tried to put Zhuchi on his lips.

After a while, Wen Liubing's face was dull and his face said, "Who am I, what am I doing?"

Yu Xinghe is a completely fool. He should be as unprofitable as his master. He can't even remember the name of Zhuchi. He still clapped his hands happily: "Master's bamboo...the bamboo flute is like the sound of nature."

Mu Zhu: "..."

Sanshui: "..."

Chen Gurong had also practiced secretly before. He thought he could take the opportunity to show off his promise and made a public ugly appearance. Seeing Yu Xinghe so supportively, he felt a little embarrassed.

However, he was embarrassed for only a moment, and soon, Chen Gurong's confidence increased greatly.

"I'm really talented. Let's go find my senior brother later." Chen Gu Rong thought happily, "Let him replace Senior Brother Ten's poison class and replace it with my music class."

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Zhe's pupils were trembling.

Wen Liubing wrote as if she was destroyed by Shen Gurong's magic sound. He successfully completed the two thousand times that he had only copied in one day in half a day.

Chen Gurong slept aside for a long time, and saw the word "Flying Dragon and Phoenix" and barely counted as passing the exam.

Wen Liubing ran away in panic and never wanted to touch the pen again in this life.

But before he could run far away, he heard his master say, "From today, Sanshui should go to morning classes every day."

Wen Liubing turned around in horror.

Chen Gurong looked at his words with disgust: "Your word is too ugly. Your junior brother can write better than you - Sanshui, have you heard it?"

Wen Liubing couldn't hear it, so he ran away.

The spirit fruit had been eaten, and Mu Zhe quietly cleaned the table.

Yu Xinghe thought his master was praising him, and looked at Chen Gurong with a gaze.

Seeing his gaze, Chen Gurong raised his hand and stroked Yu Xinghe's little head: "Xinghe studied hard and practiced more, I believe he could practice good handwriting soon."

Yu Xinghe was stunned, and then he realized that his master was not praising him. He pouted in grievance and nodded: "Yes."

Mu Ze stood aside, not afraid of favor and disgrace. It seemed that he didn't care about Chen Gurong's criticism or praise. He just didn't care about it in a corner that others could not find, his hands were hanging tightly in his sleeves, and his joints were a little white.

Chen Gurong looked at the sky and said, "It's very late, let's go back first."

Yu Xinghe nodded and went back in a little disappointed manner.

Mu Eliu packed up the fruit pit and bent down to salute. Just as he was about to leave, Chen Gurong suddenly called him.

"Muzhe."

Mu Ezhe stopped and looked back at him.

Chen Gurong asked the question he had been thinking about today: "Do you still want to practice again in the future?"

Mu Ei seemed to have not expected that he would ask himself this question, and he was frozen in place, with a hint of confusion flashing on his face.

Since he entered the Liren Peak, his life has always been arranged by others. Even if he has any objections, he can't make any splashes. This is the first time Chen Gurong has asked him about his own wishes in more than a year.

Mu Zhe murmured, "What if I don't want to?"

Chen Gurong said, "If you don't want to, then stay at the Liren Peak until you reach adulthood. Then I will send you to the world."

What Mu wanted from the beginning to the end was to leave Liren Peak and live his life safely as an ordinary person.

Chen Fengxue saved his life and gave him a place to settle down, which he was grateful. Then Chen Fengxue forced him to practice despite his wishes. After suffering countless pains, Mu Zui was still immature and filled with resentment.

But after just a few days, Mu Ed tried desperately to recall his previous resentment towards his master, but he couldn't remember it no matter what.

Those memories that were so painful that their bones seemed to disappear without realizing it, and replaced by the scene where he was in the sea of ​​fire.

The surroundings were full of dying heat. In despair, Shen Fengxue, dressed in blue clothes, fell from the sky like a banished immortal, rushed into the sea of ​​fire and hugged him in his arms.

When Chen Fengxue hugged him, his arms were trembling slightly. Mu Zhe initially thought that he was heartbroken when he saw the child being burned, but later he realized that his master was just afraid of fire.

Mu Zhe thought countless times, since he was afraid of fire, why did he rush in to save me?

It was just this thought that he always had a hint of clarity in the painful struggles over the past year, so that he would not have a gloomy temperament and deceive his master and destroy his ancestors.

Now, Chen Gurong gently told him that he could not practice or suffer, and could safely live the life of life of old age, sickness and death in the mortal world, but Mu Zhe couldn't be happy.

Seeing that he was stunned, Chen Gurong said in confusion: "Mu Zhe?"

Mu Zhe was shocked and suddenly came to his senses, looking at Chen Gurong with a complicated expression.

Chen Gurong encouraged him: "Nothing happens, do as you wish. Whether you want to stay or not, I will follow you."

Mu Zhe hesitated for a long time before he said, "I... don't want to leave Liren Peak."

Chen Gurong blinked, as if he was surprised by the answer, but soon he smiled faintly and said, "Okay."

Mu Ei stared at Chen Gurong's rare smile, took a few steps forward uncontrollably, and suddenly hugged Chen Gurong's slender waist.

Chen Gurong was stunned, then smiled, raised his hand to stroke Mu Zhe's soft hair, thinking, "As a child, it's better to act more cute."

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Zhe's face turned red, and he immediately let out his hands and took a step back, his ears turning red.
To be continued...