The boy said, "He is blind!"

Chen Gurong: "No."

The girl said, "The Immortal Lord is definitely not blind."

Chen Gu Rong smiled, pinched the candy stick and shook it, and he was as if he was teasing his spirit pet: "It's not right."

Even if it was a funny move for the child, he was still full of fairy spirit. The girls beside him were secretly looking at him with red cheeks.

Xiaoxiaodun immediately raised his hand high: "The Immortal Lord is half blind."

Chen Gurong was so happy that he didn't continue to tease them anymore. He handed the candy man to the girl who had been praising him for his good looks just now.

After getting the baby, he thanked and praised him seriously. Chen Gurong was in a good mood and finally followed Mu Zui to Jiange.

Just now, he was too close to the candy stall and inevitably had a scent of candy on his body. Mu Zui got closer to him and could vaguely smell the sweet honey fragrance.

Mu Zhe thought, I want a candy man too.

Chen Gurong and Mu Zhu walked side by side, looking at the calmness. In fact, they were thinking about some messy things in their hearts, and Mu Zhu couldn't keep up with his thoughts at all.

"Oh yes, didn't I say I wanted to buy candy for Mu Zhe? Why did I send it out suddenly?"

Mu Ze thought to himself in a depressed mood, yes.

"But Mu Zui is so old, he is already past the age of a candy eater."

Mu Zhe, who always claims to be mature in his mind and is completely different from the little boy like Yu Xinghe who is not dry, thought: I am still young and not as good as the crown. I can eat sugar, two.

Chen Gurong thought again: "Ah! I forgot to bring the spirit stone! How will Jiange buy a sword then?"

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Ze knew that his master was so stinky. He looked like a banished immortal, but he was worried about the smell of money in his heart.

This contrast is really...

Cute and tight.

One of them thought to himself and the other answered in his heart, and arrived at Jiange quietly all the way.

Chen Gurong has an extraordinary demeanor. There seems to be a trick on the ice silk. Ordinary people can't even remember his face when they look at him. In addition, they are distracted and cannot tell the level of cultivation. It seems very frightening to others.

When the servants from Jiange saw him, they did not dare to be negligent and respectfully welcomed the two of them in.

Jiange is located at the southernmost end of Fuxian City, leaning against the Nanshan outside Fuxian City. The entire attic seems to be embedded in the mountain wall, with chaotic branches and flying flowers extending out along the wooden building, which has a unique flavor.

After entering the inner room, a cool scent of flowers was wrapped in the shade. The servant said respectfully: "Do you dare to ask what swords the two immortal masters want?"

Chen Gurong thought to himself: "It's hard to just talk about the evil sword, then..."

"Take me all the best ones in your store?"

Chen Gurong is a spoiled young master. When he goes out to buy things or secretly buys stories, he often doesn't bother to choose. He says this directly and then reads one by one when he gets home. If he stays the good ones, he will throw them away.

Because of this, his brother always called him a prodigal son.

Chen Gurong said: "Take you..."

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Ze didn't expect that he would really dare to say this. Fortunately, he was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and he grabbed Chen Gurong's sleeve and interrupted him.

Shen Gu Rong turned his head, not understanding why.

Mu Zhe coughed dryly, handed over the jade token of Liren Peak in his hand, and said to the servant: "Look for your Pavilion Master, he knows what sword I want."

The servant took the jade token and checked it, his expression became solemn and more respectful.

"Yes, the two immortals will come later."

After saying that, he led the two of them to the small attic where the guests were waiting, and he quickly went to find the master of Jiange Pavilion.

The small attic has a quiet environment, with a wooden window carved with a small sword open. Outside the window a waterfall hanging in the mountains like a streamer, probably with a magic circle, and you can't hear any sound of water as close as you can.

Chen Gurong held his jaw and turned his head to look at the picturesque scenery outside the window, and asked Mu Zhe casually: "Are you familiar with this shop owner?"

Mu Zhe twitched his lips.

Although Jiange in Fuxian City looks like a sword selling shop, it is of great importance in the Three Realms. Most of the swords that have achieved great power come from here.

It was just because it was rare to sell a sword in the sword pavilion for several years, and just one hand could attract countless people to flock to it. Therefore, although the master's cultivation level was highly praised by others, many people spent a lot of money just to get a promise from him.

After all, there are more sword cultivators in the Three Realms.

This was the first time Mu Ze heard that the pavilion owner was called the "shop owner".

Mu Zui said: "When I went out to practice with the head of the school a few years ago, I met the head of the pavilion."

It was also because of that time that Xi Guxing remembered to grant him a sword. Otherwise, according to Xi Guxing's confused character, he would probably have to wait until Mu Zui and the crown before he could get his natal sword.

Chen Gurong nodded and thought to himself, "I have never experienced it with my apprentice."

Mu Zhe was stunned and suddenly lowered his head.

But soon, Chen Gurong said again, "But if he is practicing with Mu Zhe, he will probably take care of me. Forget it, he will not cause trouble for his disciples."

Mu Zhu: "..."

His master is really self-aware.

Although he has a huge cultivation level, he is blind and ignorant, and never plays cards according to common sense. If he really goes to the Three Realms with Mu Zhe to practice, he will probably be Mu Zhe who takes care of him more.

As the two were talking, a sound of wooden wheels rolling on the ground suddenly came from outside, followed by a chuckle.

"I still think you are a arrogant and cold-hearted person, but I didn't expect to see you like this?"

Mu Ei stood up and nodded slightly to the door: "Peace Master."

The man named "Peace Master" was sitting in a wooden wheelchair in black clothes and was pushed by the servant from the door. He was handsome and smiled all over his eyebrows.

The pavilion master said, smiled at Mu Zhui and said, "Mu Zhui, are you so obedient?"

Mu Zhe didn't say anything.

The Pavilion Master held a folding fan in his hand, spreading it slightly, fanning himself.

At this time, the late spring cold in Fuxian City was over. This man was wrapped in a sable fur and fanned the wind with a fan. Just a moment, Chen Gurong obviously saw that his whole body was trembling, probably cold.

Even so, he remained calm and forced his face to smile, closing the fan without any trace.

The Pavilion Master knew that Mu Zhe was a cruel person. If he said too much, he would be angry and embarrassed. He was afraid that he would not have any good results. He put the folding fan in his palm and tapped it gently, looking at Chen Gurong who was sitting aside thoughtfully.

According to his cultivation level, he could not see through Chen Gu Rong's slutty methods. He could only rely on his years of eyes to see that this person is definitely not an ordinary person.

He tried, "Who is this?"

Mu Zui said: "My master, Shen Shengjun."

When the Pavilion Master heard this, his face turned aside. He quickly stood up from the wheelchair and walked enthusiastically to Chen Gurong with a smile on his face.

He bowed locally and smiled and said, "This is Fengxue Holy Lord. I have been admired for a long time. Xiaosheng's name is called the master. Just call me the little pavilion."

Chen Gurong: "..."

Chen Gurong: "????"

It turns out that the Pavilion Master is your name, not your title?!

Or is it just a pun?

And, most importantly, aren’t you a paralytic?!

Chen Gurong was so scared by the miracle of the medical practitioner that he almost didn't collapse. He pretended to be calm and drank tea, blocking his almost green face.

Soon, he suppressed his expression, put down the teacup, and said lightly: "Tell me the serious business."

The Pavilion Master did not feel that Chen Gu Rong's reaction was cold. Once his cultivation reached a point beyond the reach, his scolding would be regarded as a golden rule.

The Pavilion Master did not make jokes like before and said, "The sword Mu Ze wanted is in the sword tomb, the Holy Lord can go with me."

Chen Gurong nodded, stood up, and signaled him to lead the way.

The head of the pavilion asked the servant to push his wheelchair that pretended to be profound and adds popularity, and walked vigorously in front of him like an enclave.

Chen Gurong followed him forward, looking at the person as he walked.

The Pavilion Master was probably too ignorant. With the identity of the Saint Lord suppressed him, he was not talking nonsense like before, and walked ahead calmly.

Perhaps because of habit, he always instinctively unfolds his fan to fan the air, but every time he swings, he can shiver himself and then close the fan quickly.

But after a while, he spread his fan again...

This cycle is repeated, and anyone who sees it will praise "fool".

Chen Gurong was also very stupid. Perhaps because he was too bored, he began to count the number of times the Pavilion Master displayed his fan in his heart.

"Qi. Tsk, don't he remember to hit him?"

Mu Zhu: "..."

You are also quite bored.

One of them showed off his fan and the other counted in his heart. He walked through a tunnel in a cave and finally penetrated into the sword tomb inside the Jiange.
To be continued...