Mu Ban left the stands and returned to the attic.

As soon as he opened the bamboo curtain, he heard Shen Gurong talking inside.

"I asked you to teach him how to practice swordsmanship, and I didn't ask you to teach him anything else."

Xi Guxing: "I just taught him how to practice swordsmanship...Tsk, what do you mean? His death alone has nothing to do with me. Don't always blame me."

Mu Ban walked over and said, "Master, head teacher."

Shen Gurong, who was by the window, immediately shut up and looked up at him with an expression that was hard to explain.

Mu Ban was so stunned by his look that he thought to himself in a daze: Master, won't you praise me if I win?

Master didn't want to praise him. Master was just worried that he would not be able to get a wife in the future.

Xi Guxing did not hesitate to praise him, saying: "That sword is really good, keep up the good work."

Mu Ban nodded.

Shen Gurong glared at him: "Keep it up, keep it up! If you keep it up, where else will the female cultivator like him?"

Mu Ban: "..."

Seeing that Shen Gurong was about to dig a hole out of Xi Ju's mat, Xi Guxing said angrily: "The most important thing in swordsmanship is practice. When did you consider the love between children?"

Shen Gurong glared at him, and then glared at him.

Xi Guxing said "tsk" and was too lazy to meet him, so he stood up and walked out.

Mu Ban walked over and knelt down next to Shen Gurong, slightly raising his head to look at him: "Master."

Shen Gurong: "Huh?"

Mu Ban didn't speak, just looked at him.

Shen Gurong waited and waited, but when Mu Ban didn't say anything, he was a little confused: "What is he doing? Waiting for praise?"

Mu Ban pursed his lips, his ears were a little red, but he still held on and looked at Shen Gurong.

Shen Gurong looked at it and felt that he must have guessed it right: "Baby, if you make the competition like that, it will be a problem whether any female cultivators are willing to talk to you in the future. Do you still want me to praise you? Just wait. Come on you."

Mu Ban: "..."

Mu Ban was now completely confused.

A few days ago, he was competing with others on the competition stage. In order to prevent Master from taking his eyes away from him so quickly, he delayed for a long time. But later he found that Master didn't like his procrastination and mistakenly thought that he was doing it on purpose. Show off.

This time, Mu Ban followed his example and used all his strength to sweep the enemy off the stage as soon as he came on stage, in order to prove that he was not showing off before and that his cultivation level was not comparable to that of Yu Xinghe and others.

But this time, his master didn't seem to like it.

Mu Ban lowered his head instinctively, looking a little lonely and thinking: What does Master like?

Seeing his devastated look, Shen Gurong's heart, which had been cold just now, immediately softened. He couldn't bear to see Mu Ban's uneasy look of worrying about gains and losses.

He sighed, raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of Mu Ban's soft hair, and said, "Didn't I tell you not to keep your head down all the time?"

Mu Ban looked up at him obediently, and his head happened to touch Shen Gurong's warm palm, and he rubbed it gently with some reliance.

Shen Gurong was immediately softened by the dependent movements of this little spiritual beast.

"He's so good."

Mu Ban stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed his body.

His master really likes people who are well-behaved and meek.

So as long as he continues to be so docile in front of Shen Gurong, will he be able to stay by his side forever?

Just when he was deep in thought, Shen Gurong suddenly said: "Who is that?"

Mu Ban came back to his senses, followed Shen Gurong's line of sight and looked out, and saw a young man dressed in black standing there on the competition stage holding a curved bone knife, and there was a pair of swords in his black hair. It has furry fox ears and two small fangs showing when it smiles.

The disciples who fought against him didn't even survive a single move and were knocked off the competition platform. The young man in black probably struck too hard, but he was finally helped up by his fellow disciples.

Mu Ban frowned: "He is a nine-tailed fox from the demon tribe, his name is Qingyu."

Shen Gurong kept his eyes fixed on Qingyu's fox ears and said absently: "Oh? How does his cultivation compare with yours?"

Mu Ban, who has always been very conceited, hesitated for a moment before replying: "Both are equal."

Shen Gurong finally came back to his senses and looked at him in surprise: "Are you sure?"

Mu Ban nodded.

"Have you ever fought against each other?"

Mu Ban said: "Well, I met him once in Fuxian City last year. He was always clamoring to fight me."

Shen Gurong asked hurriedly: "Then did you win?"

Mu Ban said reservedly: "Of course he won."

It's just that he didn't get any benefits when he was relegated to Mu. During the chaos, Qingyu's demon clan spiritual power was absorbed into his spiritual veins, and two fox ears grew on the top of his hair, which lasted three days before receding.

Since then, Mu Ban and Qing Yu have had a sworn feud - one-sided, so when they see Mu Ban, they become inexplicably irritable.

At this moment, Qingyu, a young man carrying a curved bone knife, said carelessly: "Where is Mu Ban? Let Mu Ban come out and compete with me."

Mu Ban frowned and turned his head away from looking at him.

Onew said in a cold voice: "Eighteen games, the demon clan Qingyu wins. The next game..."

Qingyu directly interrupted Wen Liubing: "Don't play another match. Anyway, in the end, the leader is between me and Mu Ban. What's the point of you trying hard to compete? It's better to just abstain and let me and Mu Ban fight. Let’s finish playing and go home early.”

Everyone in the stands: "..."

This sentence directly aroused the anger of the public. Just now when Mu banished the female cultivator and swept down the female cultivator with his sword, it failed to make everyone so angry. After hearing this sentence, they immediately started to attack her.

"Get out of here, bastard!"

"Don't come out and embarrass yourself even if you haven't finished practicing your ears!"

"You are the way of heaven! Everyone must listen to you?! Get lost!"

Qingyu's face was full of surprise: "I'm telling the truth, why did you...ah! Who hit me?"

Someone in the stands took out sundries and threw them at the competition stage. Qingyu was hit and ran all over the field, but she still said: "If you have the ability, come to the stage to compete! How can you be a hero if you use concealed weapons!"

The people in the stands smashed even more vigorously.

Finally, Wen Liubing came on stage, grabbed Qingyu by the back of the collar, and said conspiratorially: "I said, next show, didn't you hear me?"

Qingyu: "..."

Qingyu trembled and said calmly: "Listen, I heard it."

Wen Liubing threw him directly off the stage. Qingyu let out a "chi" and ran away in a hurry.

In the attic, the demon master closed his eyes in misery, refusing to admit that this person was from the demon clan.

Xi Guxing smiled but said: "The demon clan also has many... rising stars."

Hearing what he had said before about choking others, he was thrown back. The Demon Lord did not say a word and tugged on the rope tied to his finger. On the other end of the rope, Xue Manzhuang, who had originally planned to crawl into the room quietly, immediately fell to the ground. He was dragged back by his father.

The first day of the Interpretation Conference ended in a hurry.

When Shen Gurong returned to Fanjiang Residence, Xi Wu and Yu Xinghe were sitting on the stone steps at the door, looking like they had been waiting for a long time.

Shen Gurong raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing sitting here?"

As soon as Xiwu saw him, her eyes lit up, she quickly got up and ran over, threw herself into Shen Gurong's arms, and gently hugged his waist.

"Brother."

Mu Ban watched from the side with cold eyes, wishing to tear Xiwu out of Shen Gurong's arms.

Shen Gurong bent his eyes and gently touched the back of Xiwu's head: "Is it fun today?"

Yugiri nodded with flushed cheeks.

Today, Xiwu has been sitting with Yu Xinghe in the stands of the Liren Peak disciples, because the disciples from Fenglu City are next door. Anyone who knows Xiwu looks at her with extremely strange eyes.

The disciples of Liren Peak had never seen such a lovely girl. Even though she was older than them, they were still happy. They waited for the start of the Interpretation Conference and used their special skills in an attempt to make their junior uncle laugh.

Xiwu has a delicate appearance, and her misty phoenix eyes can almost make people's hearts melt when she looks at them.

She sat obediently in the stands and accidentally caught the look of everyone in Fenglu City not far away. She was so frightened that she immediately threw herself into Yu Xinghe's arms and started sobbing.

The disciples of Liren Peak, who upheld the tradition of protecting shortcomings, were immediately furious and roared at the evil dragon of Fenglu City who was separated by a layer of barrier.

"What are you looking at?! Our young master uncle from Liren Peak can also be seen by you! Turn around quickly!"

"Pull out your eyes! Look again! My brother priest will kill you all later!"

Everyone in Fenglu City: "..."

Even Xi Wu, who was buried in Yu Xinghe’s arms and pretended to cry, said: “…”

Today, even though she met people from Fenglu City, it was still the best day that Xiwu had ever had.

Shen Gurong nodded: "That's good."

Only then did Xiwu come out of his arms.
To be continued...