Lin Shuhe vomited three liters of blood.

Mu was elated when he was relegated.

Mu Xi's knife followed closely behind. Shen Gurong was looking embarrassed. When he heard the sound of the blade cutting through the void behind him, he raised his eyes and unconsciously pressed Mu Ban's chest to prop up half of his body. He waved out his right hand casually. His spiritual power was enough to stop the falling osmanthus knife.

Muxiang had no intention of hurting him at all. Seeing this, her hand made of wood shook suddenly, and the knife immediately let go of her hand and fell to the ground with a clang.

Shen Gurong slowly took back his hand, lifted up a corner of the power fence, turned his head to look at Osmanthus osmanthus, frowned and said: "Why do you start taking action so easily?"

Osmanthus knelt down on one knee and whispered: "It was Osmanthus who offended the Holy King."

After saying that, without waiting for Shen Gurong to react, he raised his left hand and neatly cut off the right hand holding the knife.

The wood fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong was frightened by the human-like hand, and instinctively fell back when he heard a muffled groan from the person beneath him.

Shen Gurong looked down and suddenly fell silent.

At this time, he realized that he was sitting on Mu Ban with his slender legs spread apart, and his left hand was unconsciously supporting Mu Ban's chest. He had just fallen and was sitting on Mu Ban's waist and abdomen.

Mu Ban looked at him with confusion on his face, his face was full of innocence, and it made Shen Gurong look like a slut who teased a good family man.

Shen Gurong: "..."

Under double fright, Shen Gurong suddenly stood up from the ground, waved his wide sleeves, and said coldly: "I, I'm tired."

After that, he didn't care about this mess at all, ran to Huafang's room as if he was running away, and slammed the door.

Mu Ban: "..."

Seeing that Shen Gurong was not there, Muxi picked up the severed hand and put it back without expression, picked up the knife again, and slashed at Mu Ban without blinking.

Mu Ban: "..."

How obsessed is this puppet with killing him?!

Mu Ban was a little inexplicably irritable. Although he said that as long as he could stay by his master's side, he would always feel upset because of his master's intimate behavior from time to time, and he couldn't hold it back.

"This is not good." Mu Ban thought to himself.

He held the Nine Breath Sword tightly, blocked the blow from Osmanthus fragrans, and said coldly: "Go and fight on the top of the boat."

Muxian held his hand for a moment, looked at the closed door, then nodded, and followed Mu Ban to the top of Huafang.

As soon as Shen Gurong arrived in the room, he waved a barrier to cover the entire room, screamed and threw himself on the soft couch.

"Ahhh!" Shen Gurong covered his face and rolled around on the bed, his cheeks so hot that he almost scalded his hands, "What are you blushing about?!"

"This is still just an accident. Life is full of accidents. I guarantee there will be more accidents in the future."

"Be calm and collected. You are the number one in the three realms, Sheng Shengjun."

After Shen Gurong rolled around a few times, he found that his face was still very red. He couldn't help himself, so he decided to fight fire with fire.

He sat up, and with an expressionless face, he took out the things that he wanted to crawl into the ground and went through them all in his mind. His face was burning terribly, and he was still holding on and thinking: "I just sat down for a while, and... And since I haven’t encountered any other places, I think Mu will not mind if he is relegated.”

"Besides..."

Shen Gurong's face that had just subsided turned red again. He thought "Besides" for a long time before stammering to himself: "Besides, I kissed him yesterday."

This trick of fighting poison with fire was really effective. With something even more embarrassing and shameful happening before, Shen Gurong immediately felt that just a hug just now was a trivial matter.

Shen Gurong felt relieved quickly, the temperature on his face subsided, but he still had something to think about.

"Well."

"Although it was just an accident, Mu Ban's lips are quite soft."

Mu Ban, who was concentrating on playing tricks with Osmanthus on the top of the boat, was suddenly startled, and his feet slipped. The next moment, Osmanthus's knife swept across, and he quickly blocked it with the Nine Breath Sword.

The force of Osmanthus Osmanthus was too great, and this time it directly swept down the absent-minded Mu Ban.

With a plop, he fell into the cold river water.

Mu Ban: "..."

Shen Gurong heard a strange sound, took off the power fence, opened the window and looked outside, and happened to see Mu Ban, who was soaked all over, pulling up the wooden railing outside the painting boat.

Mu Ban: "..."

Shen Gurong: "..."

As soon as Mu Ban and his master's eyes met, they immediately glanced to the side in confusion, not daring to look at him at all.

Shen Gurong pretended to be calm. He propped his elbows on the window lattice and propped up his chin as he looked at Mu Ban. He said calmly: "Disciple, did you remember that you didn't take a bath last night? Do you want to make up for it today?"

Mu Ban: "..."

Mu Ban was blushing and terribly embarrassed. He wiped the water marks on his face carelessly and said calmly: "I disturbed the master. I... was just playing tricks with Osmanthus sinensis."

"Hey?" Shen Gurong became interested, "So you lost? Were you knocked into the water?"

Mu Ban: "No, it's not..."

"Then why did you fall into the water?"

When Mu was relegated, he had no choice but to pinch his nose and admit defeat: "Yes, I am not as good as others."

Osmanthus osmanthus stood on the top of the boat, looking down at him, probably because she was afraid that Shen Gurong was at the side, so she didn't catch up with him and kill him again.

It was rare for Shen Gurong to see Mu Ban's appearance of being submissive to outsiders, so he smiled and said: "It seems that Xi Guxing's teaching is not very good. I will teach you sword moves when you return to Liren Peak."

Mu Ban's eyes lit up, and he nodded calmly and reservedly: "Okay, then I'll trouble you, Master."

Shen Gurong said: "I am your master, and I should teach you these things."

Mu Ban had already integrated the memories in Yuan Dan. Shen Fengxue had taught him the sword moves for ten years in the burial mound and he had mastered them all. In fact, there was no need to learn them all over again, but Mu Ban couldn't help but agree.

While he was blaming himself for pushing too far, he said, "Thank you, Master."

Shen Gurong said: "Then do you still want to continue feeding me?"

Mu Ban had a strong desire to win, and being beaten by a puppet was simply a shame for him in his life. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Well, yes."

That puppet must be beaten into a cripple.

The puppets made by Lin Shuhe, because of the ghostly aura in him, were not much different from those of Mu Ban, and they also had the spiritual power to suppress the Nascent Soul's semi-deity realm.

Shen Gurong estimated Muxiang's cultivation level and nodded: "Well, okay, he can practice sword practice with you."

He said to Muxiang: "Muxiang, don't be too harsh."

Osmanthus osmanthus said: "Yes."

But Mu Ban frowned and said: "Master, if he doesn't use his full strength, then what's the difference between me and the child?"

Shen Gu Rongle was happy, thinking that this boy's ambition was quite big.

He knew that Mu Ban was not someone who could boast about Haikou, and he would definitely not die easily in the hands of Osmanthus fragrans after saying these words, so he took those words back.

"Muxiang, have a good discussion with him."

"Good Mumu, beat him hard and make him cry."

Mu Ban: "..."

The corners of Mu Ban's lips twitched, and just as he was about to use his spiritual power to dry up the water droplets all over his body, he heard Shen Gurong tilting his head and saying to him: "Your clothes are wet, come change to another one and continue the fight."

Mu Ban: "..."

Mu Ban's foot slipped and he almost fell into the water again.

Most monks can use spiritual power to keep themselves free of dust for several years. Even if they are dirty, a cleansing spell will make them clean as before, but Shen Gurong is different from other people.

He was so spoiled that even if he reached the top of his cultivation, he would have to change into different clothes every day. If his sleeves got a little wet, he would have to change into a new set of clothes. He would not use his spiritual power to dry them out at all.

Shen Gurong thought that others could not stand it just like him, so he naturally asked Mu Ban to change his clothes.

Mu Ban rolled in through the window in a daze.

The couch was in a mess, and looking at the vague appearance of being rolled over, Shen Gurong coughed, raised his hand and quietly waved out a burst of spiritual power, and the dazzling wrinkles were instantly smoothed.

He thought Mu Ban didn't see it, but in fact Mu Ban had already seen everything.

Mu Ban calmly looked away, pretending to lower his head and look for clothes in the storage ring.

Shen Gurong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Mu Ban didn't notice him. He lay on the window lattice and looked out the window at Yunxiu.

He looked at it for a while, then accidentally turned around and saw Mu Ban still holding the clothes and looking at him hesitantly.

Shen Gurong said strangely: "Why don't you change it? Be careful of catching a cold."

Mu Ban: "..."

A monk will not catch cold easily. Is his master a monk or a mortal?

Mu Ban said dryly: "Do you want to change here?"

Shen Gurong: "What else? Go to the top of the boat and be looked at by the people on the shore?"

Mu Ban: "..."
To be continued...