Yu Xinghe ran away crying.

There are only three rooms in the side courtyard, and Xiwu stays in Muzhe's residence. Muzhe has no "home" to return. Chen Gurong feels a little guilty, so he let Muzhe move to the newly built side room in Fanjiangju Main Courtyard.

Mu Zhe was stunned for a long time before he went to move things silently.

Chen Gurong took Xiwu back to the room and said, "Someone is already helping you clean up your residence in Bai Shangshan. You will be able to move there in a few days..."

Xiwu looked at him in confusion, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

After Chen Gurong finished speaking, he turned his head to look at her and saw her dazed: "Hmm? What's wrong?"

Xiwu was stunned for a long time before he said, "The Immortal Lord and I are just meeting each other, why should I help me like this?"

Chen Gurong thought about it and said truthfully: "You look very much like an old friend of mine."

Xiwu was stunned and thought, just because of this, could he be heartbroken to a stranger?

Liren Peak has always been difficult to enter. If it were just because of this face, Chen Gurong would take her to Liren Peak as an outer disciple or an introductory disciple under her seat. She never expected that Chen Gurong would actually take her to Nan Lianjun's disciple.

Xiwu was silent for a long time. When Shen Gurong told him that he was about to go out, she suddenly spoke.

"Immortal Lord."

Chen Gurong was stunned, turned around and smiled, "Didn't you say that, call my senior brother..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiwu's small body bent down and knelt on the ground.

Chen Gurong was startled and hurriedly came to help her: "What's wrong? This is..."

Xiwu kowtowed heavily and said expressionlessly: "Xiwu has mercy on the Immortal Lord."

Chen Gurong's fingers trembled and he looked at her in confusion.

Xiwu's little face turned pale, and she fell to the ground again, murmured: "Someone wants me to harm the Holy Lord."

Chen Gurong was stunned. He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl lying on the ground and shivered slightly. After a long time, he lowered his lower body gently and raised his hand to stroke Xiwu's head.

Xiwu's whole body stiffened and slowly looked up at him. Her originally dull little face was covered with tears.

Chen Gurong reached out to wipe her tears and said lightly: "Since you want to harm me, why do you have to say it?"

Xiwu looked up at him. When she heard this gentle statement, tears fell down her eyes, instantly wet her little face.

"Because I don't want to..." Xiwu choked and said, "The Immortal Lord is the best person in this world."

Chen Gurong was still patiently wiping her tears. Hearing this, thinking, is it best to treat her just a few small favors? Then what kind of life did she live before?

Chen Fengxue has a noble status and has reached the top of his cultivation. Over the years, no one who assassinated him ended up in a good end. It is impossible for people in Fenglu City to know that letting a child come to approach Chen Fengxue is almost equivalent to dying.

Chen Gurong sighed softly, gently lifted his sleeves and wiped her face, and said, "Who wants to harm me? Feng Yun?"

Xiwu shook her head and said, "I don't know that he seems to be a ghost cultivator. He sneaked into my dream at night, and just said that I would come to Liren Peak to see you and take the opportunity to assassinate me. If I don't respond, I can't dream."

The scene in the dream should be extremely terrifying. As Xiwu talked, her thin body trembled again.

"Is there anyone else who knows about this?"

Xiwu shook her head.

"Okay." Chen Gurong touched her head and helped her up. "This matter ends here. From now on, you will be the uncle of Lirenfeng, so you don't have to worry about the matters next to you."

Xiwu looked at him blankly: "Immortal Lord, aren't you... going to drive me away?"

Actually, what she wanted to ask is, don’t you kill me?

Chen Gurong smiled and said, "I will not regret what I promised to go out."

Xiwu was still full of anxiety.

Chen Gurong touched her head and said softly: "If he falls into your dream again, you will pretend to agree and then tell me again, is that OK?"

Xiwu nodded quickly when she heard this: "Yes."

Chen Gurong said a few more words to her, so she felt at ease, and then she turned around and left.

As soon as he left the room, he saw Wen Liubing, who had not seen for a long time, standing in the corridor, with the sword in his hand being unsheathed.

Chen Gurong glanced at him and said, "Take it back."

Wen Liubing said coldly: "But she wants to kill you."

Chen Gurong was not on guard against Xiwu - even a child who was so grateful to her would not kill him.

"If you want to assassinate someone else, will you send only a child without any power? This is strange everywhere, so don't rush to be a child, even if you have the will, you won't hurt me."

Wen Liubing frowned.

"Yongping 23rd year, Bone Burying Tomb..." Chen Gurong thoughts and murmured in a low voice, "This is the words on the Water Ghost Bamboo Slip. He is thousands of miles away from Dongting, but he can be instructed by the demon cultivator of the Bone Burying Tomb of Liren Peak. The demon cultivator can also meet with people through dreams."

Wen Liubing took the sword back: "Master thinks that she was also instructed by the demon cultivator in the bone burying tomb?"

Chen Gurong is a person who has written a story book. He has extremely rich ability to connect imagination and plot. He has extremely bold ideas. After all, all the tragedies of Chen Fengxue in that book are from the demon cultivator who buried the bone tomb. I think the two of them have different hatreds from Dai Tian.

Chen Gurong nodded and said without any guilt: "Eight out of ten."

After all, in this world, only he knows the general direction.

Wen Liubing immediately said seriously: "Sanshui knows, I will stare at her well. Whenever there is a fluctuation of spiritual power in the ghost cultivator, I will inform the master."

Chen Gurong: "Yes. By the way, she will be your junior uncle afterwards."

Wen Liubing: "..."

Wen Liubing hesitated for a moment, not as unacceptable as Mu Zui and Yu Xinghe. In his heart, he could accept everything that the master said unconditionally.

"yes."

Chen Gurong looked at him with admiration before turning around and leaving.

Fan Jiangju was repaired to the same as before. After Chen Gurong returned, Mu Zhe had already moved his things to the side room and was practicing swords in the yard.

Mu Zui was a sword-making genius. Originally, Xi Guxing had a grudge against Mu Zui because Li Suo was injured, but later he discovered that this son had a very high talent in practicing swords. Over time, he did not have any prejudice against him. Instead, he taught him seriously.

Mu Zui's sword was taught step by step by step by step by step. His moves were fierce, and the sword dance under the falling flowers seemed to be accompanied by frost and snow.

The young man's eyebrows were cold and fierce, his blue shirt was wrapped in falling flowers, and his romance was like an exquisite picture.

Chen Gurong's thoughts were flying around, and he was still thinking about whether to let Xi Guxing take him to the bone burial tomb to see the demon cultivator who was said to have a deep hatred with Shen Fengxue. However, when he thought of this idea, he was forcibly suppressed by a strange force.

It was Chen Fengxue's remaining subconscious that told him not to approach the demon cultivator.

Chen Gurong had a headache, and it was not good to be influenced by others. When he was inexplicably upset, he returned to Fan Jiangju and saw Mu Zhe’s sword dancing. For some reason, his heart suddenly calmed down.

He did not disturb Mu Zui, and sat slowly on the stone bench beside him, holding his chin and watching the young man danced with his sword lazily.

After a while, Mu Zhe waved his sword with his sleeves, and the sound of sharply cutting through the sky made the leaves and petals swept across the ground roll and rolled up one after another.

By the time Mu Zhe took back the sword, his feet were covered with layers of frost.

Chen Gurong: "Good! Reward!"

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Zhe then found Chen Gu Rong beside him, and he hurriedly put the sword behind him: "When did Master come?"

Chen Gurong sat lazily, holding his jaw with his hands, and his long red sleeves slid on his elbows, revealing his snow-like forearms. For some reason, he always relaxed easily in front of Mu Zhe.

Chen Gurong said lightly: "I've been here for a long time - your sword is well practiced, and Xi Guxing taught you very well."

Mu Zhuo: "Master praised me."

Chen Gu Rongsau saw the blue ribbon embroidered with the word "Zhengwei" tied to his arm, and said, "When will the Chanwei Conference start?"

Mu Xu said: "Three days later."

Chen Gurong smiled and said, "Are you sure to win the championship?"

Mu Zhe is already the best in this generation. If nothing unexpected happens, he will probably be the leader.

Mu Zhuo was very humble, nodded slightly, and said, "Mu Zhuo will do his best."

Chen Gurong thought about it and said that in the monthly exams of private schools, the teacher would always set up some small lottery tickets as rewards.

Because things are different every time, some like some don't like them. Whenever they meet someone they like, they will do their best to win the championship, and they will definitely get such a reward. If they meet someone they don't like, they will be in a state of interest and lie down on the table and sleep on the table.

Chen Gurong raised his head and felt his neck hurt, so he pulled Mu Zhe's arm and let him sit opposite him, looked at Mu Zhe seriously, and said, "If you get the leader, Master will allow you something."

After Mu Zhe sat down, he was a little stunned when he heard this: "Things?"

"Yes." Chen Gu Rong said, "As long as it's what you want."

Mu Ei stared at Chen Gurong's beautiful face for a long time before saying, "Anything is OK?"

Chen Gurong: "Natural."

Mu Zhe pursed his lips gently and whispered: "Yes, Mu Zhe will definitely win the championship."

Chen Gurong was immediately relieved and felt that the teacher’s teaching method of lottery was really effective. Mu Zhe said cautiously, "do his best." When he heard that there was lottery, he immediately turned his head.

The more Chen Gu Rong looked at Mu Ze, the more he liked Mu Ze. He looked at the worn sword in Mu Ze's hand, "Hmm?" He said: "You don't have your own natal sword yet?"

Mu Zhe looked in front of him, "Yes, there is a sword pavilion in Fuxian City. The head of the sect said before that he would take me there before the Chanwei Conference to find a natal sword, but then he seemed to have forgotten it."

Chen Gurong raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Then I'll accompany you?"
To be continued...