The Interpretation Conference is usually held for three days. During this period, the disciples of Liren Peak do not have to attend morning classes, nor are they forced to practice sword practice by their senior brothers. Everyone is like a wild horse that has escaped the reins, so happy.

On the early morning of the third day, Mu Ban carried the Nine Breath Sword and went to Yuxu Mountain to practice his sword. Before he passed the Changying Mountain Rope Bridge, he encountered Li Suo coming towards him.

Mu Ban said: "Senior Brother Lisuo."

Lisuo saw him and said with a smile: "Today we have to compete with Qingyu, are you still in the mood to practice swordsmanship?"

Mu Ban nodded: "Yes."

Lisuo knew that practicing swordsmanship in the early morning was his daily homework, so he didn't say much. He smiled and said, "Did you know that everyone has already opened a bet in private at this conference?"

Mu Ban frowned and said, "Senior brother, the master is not allowed to gamble."

Li Suo smiled and said, "It's not gambling, it's just a matter of pleasure."

Mu was still disapproving of the ban.

Li Suo looked around, leaned into Mu Ban's ear, and whispered: "The Holy Lord also made a bet."

When Mu Ban heard this, he looked at him in surprise.

Lisuo looked like he could hardly stop laughing: "Do you know who Master is taking into custody?"

Mu Ban didn't know why, but his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He pretended to be calm and said: "Who?"

Li Suo had grown up watching Mu Ban. Although Mu Ban didn't look expressionless at this time, Li Suo could still see his nervousness.

It's really strange. It's obviously his apprentice competing with an outsider, but Mu Ban is worried that his master will escort someone else?

Li Suo couldn't stop laughing in his heart. He hung him for a long time before nodding: "It's you."

Mu Ban breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

Li Suo asked again: "Then do you want to know how much the Holy Lord has deposited?"

Mu was relegated and confused.

Lisuo leaned close to his ear and whispered a number to him.

Mu Ban: "..."

Mu Ban's face was expressionless: "Oh."

It's better not to bet on a piece of spiritual stone.

"It's just a chance to win," Li Suo laughed. "Yesterday when the Holy Lord went to look for Xiwu, he accidentally bumped into Xinghe and was secretly placing bets. Fortunately, the Holy Lord didn't blame him and gave Xinghe a spirit.

Shi Xinghe thought that the Holy Lord wanted to make a bet, so he spread the word to the entire mountain sect in one night."

Mu Ban: "..."

It turns out that not even a single spiritual stone was deposited.

Sooner or later, that Yu Tuanzi will be assassinated.

Mu Ban went to practice swordplay with a headache. After practicing for half an hour, he returned to Fanjiangju to wake up Shen Gurong.

Along the way, all the senior brothers he met greeted him warmly.

"Brother Priest, we all planned to take you into custody, but Senior Brother has taken out a spiritual stone."

"Me too, me too, I bet a dollar and a half."

"Brother Priest must win, otherwise senior brother won't even be able to afford Bigu Pill."

Mu Ban: "..."

So, why are the disciples of Liren Peak so poor?

Since we can't even afford Bigu Pill, why is there still a large number of spiritual stones on the World Spirit Monument?

Doubtful Mu was banished for ten years.

No wonder Senior Brother Lisuo said it was just a small bet for pleasure. If he wanted to bet big, his group of searching senior brothers wouldn’t be able to come up with so many spiritual stones.

Mu Ban quickly returned to Fanjiangju, and Shen Gurong was already in an unprecedented state.

The evening mist flowers in the yard have bloomed again. Shen Gurong, dressed in white, is standing next to the flower bed, staring at the cluster of small flowers on her fingertips with slightly lowered eyes, not knowing what she is thinking.

Seeing this scene, Mu Ban felt a sudden pain in his heart for some reason. He walked over lightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing him.

"Master."

Shen Gurong suddenly curled up his fingers and held the cluster of flowers tightly in his palm.

He tilted his head and said calmly: "You are back."

Mu Ban nodded, stepped forward and said, "Master is wearing the ice ribbon backwards again."

Shen Gurong tilted his head slightly and heard Mu Ban say something offensive. He raised his hand to untie his ice ribbon and wrap it around again.

Shen Gurong had been well-dressed and well-fed since he was a child, and was used to being served by others. He stood there very quietly waiting for Mu to put it on him.

It wasn't until Mu Ban put it on and took half a step back that Shen Gurong realized that the person in front of him was not his personal servant, but his disciple.

Shen Gurong coughed dryly, awkwardly supported Bingxiao, and mumbled a thank you.

"Have you lost your arms and legs? Why don't you wear ice scarves and ask your apprentice to help you?" Shen Gurong thought to himself, "Sooner or later you will be too lazy to die."

Mu Ban: "..."

Mu Ban didn't feel how lazy Shen Gurong was. He didn't know when he started to enjoy serving his master in daily life.

That strange and subtle desire for control made Mu Ban unconsciously fascinated, and he wished he could control his master inside and out.

The morning bell rang, Shen Gurong threw away the crushed evening mist flowers in his palm, frowned and said, "Let's change the flowers in the yard."

Mu Ban was startled.

Shen Fengxue has been living in Fanjiangju since she entered Liren Peak. The elder of the Discipline Hall of Liren Peak said that the sunset flowers in Fanjiangju courtyard have almost never been broken. For this reason, Shen Fengxue still I once went to Fenglu City to find the morning dew and irrigate the spiritual soil every day, so that the evening mist flowers can bloom all year round.

When Mu was relegated to a young age, he had seen his arrogant master stand alone and sadly in the courtyard more than a few times, looking down at the evening mist flowers that filled the courtyard, just like Shen Gurong did just now , staring at the sea of ​​flowers quietly in trance, as if he would cry in the next moment.

Thinking of the old friend named "Xiwu" that Shen Gurong once said before...

Mu Ban tried to ask: "Is Master not happy?"

Shen Gurong frowned and thought for a long time before trying to say: "It's not that I'm not happy, I just don't think it's needed anymore..."

It was as if the empty heart that had always been empty seemed to be filled with something, and he no longer needed to rely on this ethereal dead thing for comfort.

This was Shen Fengxue's remaining consciousness, but Shen Gurong didn't notice it at all. He just felt that he didn't reject this consciousness, so he never thought about it deeply.

Seeing that the look on Shen Gurong's face was becoming more and more like the sad and lonely look he had seen when he was a child, he quickly said: "Okay, my disciple will help you change it. What do you want to change?"

Sure enough, the sadness that had not yet brewed on Shen Gurong's face disappeared instantly.

He tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Mozhu."

Mu Ban said: "Should they all be replaced by black bamboo?"

Although black bamboo is difficult to find, according to the power of Liren Peak, you can find quite a few.

Shen Gurong nodded. He rubbed the tassels tied crookedly around his waist, frowned and said, "Plant as many as you like. I'll just make a bamboo strip. The rest are up to you."

Mu Ban twitched his lips when he heard this, and made bamboo poles? Whose ears are he planning to harm?

Why hasn't his master forgotten this?

The morning bell rang again, Mu Ban sighed and tied Shen Gurong's girdle again and took him to the competition platform.

On the third day, there was only one competition, between Mu Ban and Qing Yu.

Even though he was about to go on stage, Mu Ban still sent Shen Gurong to the back room of the attic. After making him a pot of tea, he kneeled on the ground and said warmly: "Master, I will win."

Shen Gurong said calmly: "Okay, I'll watch from here."

Mu Ban smiled softly and lowered his head slightly.

Shen Gurong blinked and thought to himself, what is this going to do?

The roots of Mu Ban's ears were red, and while he was madly scorning himself, he pursed his lips and tried not to move.

Only then did Shen Gurong understand, and thought to himself: "Are you trying to touch your head?"

Thinking of this, Shen Gurong's heart softened.

"He's so good!" Shen Gurong raised his hand and gently touched Mu Ban's head with joy.

"Go." Shen Gurong said, "Master is waiting for you to come back."

Mu Ban then blushed and picked up the Nine Breath Sword with satisfaction, not daring to look at Shen Gurong and quickly left with his head lowered.

Jiuxi clicked his tongue: "You are so good in front of your master, and you are completely different from others."

Mu Ban's face seemed to have changed. When he left the inner room, his face was expressionless. Even when he met Xi Guxing, he only gave a respectful salute without even changing his expression.

"Stop talking nonsense, bother."

Jiu Xi curled his lips: "You are so cruel to me when I talk about your master. Do you admire your master?"

Mu Ban opened his eyes in disbelief and said angrily: "How dare you! How dare you say such treasonous words?!"

Jiuxi felt extremely aggrieved by the cruelty, and said calmly: "I just said it casually, why are you so extreme? If you don't know, you will think that you have been poked into the center of things, and you will become angry from shame."
To be continued...