Xi Guxing brought his shocked apprentice back to Changying Mountain.

Mu Zui brought his master, who was even more shocked than Li Suo, back to Fan Jiangju.

Chen Gurong wrapped the crane cloak tightly on his body and sat at the table and frowned and cooked tea.

While Mu Ze boiled water for him with the fire spirit stone, he spoke to the nine breaths in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"It's really not, I mean it." Jiuji was almost swearing, "The Holy Lord came over and slashed the demon cultivator's arm with one sword. After saying a few words casually, he cut the demon cultivator. It's true! The demon cultivator really did not do anything to your master!"

Mu Zui was still worried: "Then you repeat what they said to me."

Nine breaths: “…”

"You are so annoying." Jiu Xi grabbed his hair, but he still reluctantly told Chen Gurong and Li Genglan's words one by one.

Mu Zhu seemed to have thoughts.

Jiuxi: "Your master was so fierce when he killed someone. He didn't blink, and he was cold-blooded and cold-faced. He was ruthless and said that he was the master. He had the highest cultivation level in these three realms. Who can bully him? Don't worry about it."

Mu Ei frowned.

Although his master did not show any emotion on his face, he could not pretend to be a frightened person in his heart.

He couldn't figure it out even though he thought about it, so he had to give up.

After cooking the tea, Chen Gurong held the tea cup and sighed silently.

Mu Zhe asked softly: "Why did Master sigh?"

The distraction that the demon cultivator accumulated for forty years was broken by Chen Gurong's sword. If nothing unexpected happens, Li Genglan would never be able to do anything in ten years.

This should be a good thing.

Chen Gurong lowered his eyes and stared at the tea leaves in the cup, and suddenly asked: "Do you know who the demon cult is locked in the bone burial tomb?"

Mu Zhe thought he was still killing himself, so he tried to raise his hand and touch the back of Chen Gurong's hand. He realized that his master was not repelling, so he put his entire palm on.

"He is a demon cultivator who does evil things." Mu Ze said softly, "Master killed him to eliminate harm for the people."

Chen Gurong's hands were cold all year round. As soon as he was wrapped in Mu Zhu's warm palms, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he immediately forgot what he wanted to say.

He stayed for a while before he unnaturally retracted his hand and said to him: "Where is Sanshui? When will he come back?"

It's better to tell Sanshui.

Mu Zhe's eyes sank.

Chen Gurong's appearance was obviously worried, but Mu Zhe couldn't hear what he was upset in his heart no matter what. He originally planned to guide his master to trust and rely on him step by step, but after finally taking a step forward, Chen Gurong actually retreated.

And it seems that he is planning to find Wen Liubing to relieve his troubles.

At first Mu Zhui couldn't understand why Yu Xinghe was born jealous and had to compete with others for small things. Now he finally understood.

Jealousy is really like a kind of weed that grows wildly when encountering the wind, and it is impossible to control it at all.

Mu Zhe forced himself to suppress his twisted thoughts and said warmly: "Senior Brother Sanshui has something important to return to Fenglu City, so he should be busy for a long time."

Chen Gurong's disappointment was undoubtedly revealed: "This is how it is."

Mu Zhe forced a smile and said, "If there is anything difficult for Master, you can leave it to Mu Zhe."

Chen Gurong looked at him when he heard this and suddenly sighed in his heart.

"You're just a child."

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Zhe's face froze and almost broke off the handrail in his palm.

Over the years, Chen Gurong has always been asking Xi Guxing for any matters, and Lou Bugui and other senior brothers came to discuss. Even Wen Liubing, who was not very reliable, could solve his master's problems. However, Chen Gurong has never taken the initiative to discuss important matters with Mu Zhe.

Chen Gurong didn't trust him, but he always felt that Mu Zhe was just an unfamiliar child, and he was also the kind of crying.

Mu Zhe knew it in his heart, so he wanted to urgently break the first impression in Shen Gurong's heart.

Mu Zhe took a deep breath and said, "Master, I am about to be seventeen, and I am no longer a child."

Chen Gurong tilted his head and looked at him, thinking, "Where is not a child at the age of seventeen?"

Mu Zhu: "..."

Chen Gurong sighed and said, "You are still young."

Mu Ei looked at him in a depressed state.

When Chen Gurong saw his appearance, he suddenly laughed: "Are you angry? You still said you are not a child?"

Mu Zhe, who was unconsciously playing with a child, quickly said, "I don't have it, I... I have gone to kill evil with my senior brother before. I have seen countless things that people know. Mu Zhe can do as much as what my senior brother can do."

He said, his eyes drooping slightly, and a ray of water appeared at the end of his eyes skillfully. Mu Zui said naively: "Are you... my cultivation is too low, not as good as Senior Brother Sanshui..."

Chen Gurong was stunned: "No..."

Mu Ze said: "I will work hard to practice."

Chen Gurong was choked.

"One day, I will surpass my senior brother." Mu Eli looked up and stared at Chen Gurong, as if he was making some poisonous oath, and was serious about the matter.

Chen Gurong thought to himself: "Sanshui is already in the stage of Transformation of God. If you want to surpass him, you will have to break through Transformation of God. Although you are talented, these two realms cannot be easily broken through in a few years or decades."

Above the stage of transformation of the gods, the Mahayana stage.

After so many years of the Three Realms, only one Mahayana monk has emerged, that is, he has become a saint Chen Fengxue in half a step.

Mu Zhe pursed his lips, as if he was poured a basin of cold water on his head, but he still forced himself to hold on to the last glimmer of hope, and his tone was a little weaker than it was.

He said quietly: "I will surpass him..."

Mu Zhe looked like a poor puppy wet by the rain. Chen Gurong's heart trembled, rubbed his eyebrows, and said in a warm voice: "Okay, you will surpass Sanshui. Master is waiting for you, huh?"

Mu Zhu: "..."

Chen Gurong's comfort as if he was coaxing a child not only did not give Mu Zhe any comfort, but instead a touch of inexplicable grievance appeared in his heart.

He... really doesn't believe me.

Chen Gurong saw Mu Zhe's eyes turned red and seemed to be about to cry. He looked confused. He didn't know that what he said made Miss Mu cry, so he had to say dryly: "You, you won't cry."

Mu Zui was choked and hurriedly said, "No."

Chen Gurong was not very good at comforting people. The two of them were silent for a while. He suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, you have won the leader of the Chanwei Conference. Tomorrow you can go to the head of the sect to get the spiritual objects belonging to the leader. I heard that there are many spirit stones and two good spiritual weapons."

Mu Zui was not interested, but when he saw Chen Gurong say this, he nodded and said, "Yes."

Chen Gu Rong didn't understand why: "Is this child so calm when he saw the spirit stones and spiritual weapons? If it were Yu Xinghe, he would have been running to get the spirit stone spirit weapons long ago."

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Zhe felt that he was offended again.

Chen Gurong said all his good words, but when he saw Mu Zhe was still depressed, he had to hold up the cup, sip the tea in small sips, without saying a word.

Anyway, Chen Fengxue is also serious and doesn’t feel embarrassed even if she doesn’t say anything.

Mu Zhe was silent for a while, and suddenly looked up at Chen Gurong, as if he had hesitated for a long time before finally making up some kind of determination.

He whispered, “Master.”

Chen Gurong: "Hmm?"

Mu Zhe pursed his lips, opened and closed his thin lips several times before he whispered like a mosquito, "The one you said before... buzz, buzz..."

Chen Gurong: "..."

Chen Gurong almost couldn't help but slapped his hands together. He frowned: "Where did the mosquitoes come from? Can't you speak well?"

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Zhe coughed dryly, amplified his voice a little, and said, "Master said before, if I get the leader at the Micro Conference, you... just promise me something. Will this still count?"

Chen Gurong nodded: "Of course, it's a number."

This was the first time Mu Ze clearly wanted something. Chen Gurong was excited and said, "What do you want?"

Mu Zhe's ears were red, and he pointed at Chen Gurong's wrist with his fingertips.

——The snow-white wrist was wrapped around the wooden beads that he never left.

Chen Gurong raised his hand and shook it, and said in confusion: "This?"

Mu Ze nodded red as if he had asked for something amazing.

Chen Gurong said "harm", took down the string of beads, threw them to Mu Zhe, and said, "I've given them to you."

Mu Ei took the beads in silence, but did not put them away. Instead, he gently took off a bright red bead from it, and then returned the whole string of wooden beads.

Chen Gurong: "You only have one?"

Mu Ei nodded.

Chen Gurong had no choice but to put the bead back on his wrist and looked at Mu Zhe in confusion.

"It's really the child's nature." Chen Gurong thought to himself, "If it were me, I would choose the most expensive one."
To be continued...