Mu Zhe "read" what the master meant, walked up to Chen Gurong and said, "I'll get my hair dry for Master."

Chen Gurong was obviously happy, but he was soon forced to suppress him. He nodded calmly and was accurate.

Chen Gurong didn't pay attention when taking a shower, so he raised his hand and poured water on the top of his hair. He accidentally poured some water into his left ear. He frowned and rubbed it, and immediately retracted his hand before he touched it twice.

The fox ears are on the top of others' heads. Shen Gu Rong can scream until he loses his voice, but it grows on his own head. Shen Gu Rong even needs courage to touch, let alone rub the water inside.

Fortunately, his disciple knows how to observe his expressions and expressions.

Chen Gurong was very satisfied.

Mu Zhe stood on the edge of the bed, lowered his eyes and stroked Chen Gurong's white hair, and used his spiritual power to wipe out the water vapor between his hair bit by bit.

Chen Gurong was caressed again and his whole body was numb, and a thin layer of water mist floated in his eyes. This feeling was comfortable and soft. He could obviously wave Mu Zhe's hand, but Chen Gurong couldn't even move his fingertips.

The pleasure of being touched made Chen Gu Rong unable to stop and wished he could knock his entire head into Mu Zhe's warm palm.

Mu Ze stared at the raised ears while looking at him.

His master... is an extremely magical person. His cultivation is obviously higher than anyone else, but he acts like a mortal who is not as good as a worldly mortal.

People who practice practice often use meditation to replace mortal rest, but Chen Gurong is different. He must go to bed every day, not meditating, but truly fall into a deep sleep and drowsy consciousness;

When I wake up in the morning, I will have sex with myself like a child.

——It is obvious that as long as you use spiritual power to drive away the fatigue in the meridians, it’s fine.

But Chen Gurong didn't.

And after every shower, he never took the initiative to use spiritual power to dry his hair. Instead, he seemed to be used to the mortals using dry towels to serve him with dry hair.

Mu Zui once asked Xi Guxing.

Xi Guxing sneered: "He has been very charming since he came to Liren Peak and never uses his spiritual power to do these things."

Mu Zhe was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why?"

The smile on Xi Guxing's face froze, and then he said sarcastically: "Of course it's because the master spoiled him."

Mu Zhui hesitated that even if he favored him, he would not spoil him like this.

Mu Zhe absent-mindedly stroked the half-dry hair, and then pulled out the water stains from Shen Gu Ronghu's ears.

When it was almost done, Mu Zhe had been brewing for a long time before he mustered up the courage and asked softly: "Master, you..."

Chen Gurong made a vague nasal sound: "Hmm?"

Mu Zhe grabbed Chen Gu Rong's white hair with his fingertips. He took a deep breath and asked an extremely rebellious question.

"Are you... a mortal?"

It is extremely difficult for mortals to practice Taoism. Mu Zhuo is an absolute mortal. If it weren't for Chen Fengxue's countless spiritual medicines and half of the Yuandan, he might not have been able to enter the Tao in this life.

But Chen Gurong... seems to be different.

Mu Zhe once went to Lirenfeng Book Pavilion to check Chen Fengxue's disciple booklet.

Chen Fengxue was protected by the entire master from entering Liren Peak. At that time, even Chao Jiuxiao, who hated him the most, would not look at him coldly, and looked like...

Mu Ei frowned when he saw it.

It was like... the entire Liren Peak owed Chen Fengxue something.

Chen Gurong's series of very similar styles made Mu Zuo pluck his courage to imagine in depth.

If his master was also a mortal before entering the Liren Peak, could it prove why he was so dedicated to himself who was also a mortal?

After he finished speaking, he waited for Chen Gurong's answer with fear.

Chen Gurong was silent for a long time, and his breathing was a little inexplicably rapid. Mu Zhe shook his hand back in a daze, and his slightly cool white hair slowly flowed out from his fingers.

Chen Gurong's shoulders trembled slightly, and he turned his back to him without saying a word, without answering.

Mu Zhe woke up like a dream, lowered his head and said, "Master, I'm the one who has lost my words."

Chen Gurong still said nothing.

Mu Zhe realized that something was wrong. He raised his hand in confusion and pressed Chen Gurong's shoulder: "Master?"

Chen Gurong's ears buzzed, and he didn't hear what Mu Ze was saying just now. His body trembled slightly. In a trance, he felt a hand on his shoulder. The warm palm touched his skin through his thin clothes. Just a small piece of touch actually made Chen Gurong shudder uncontrollably. He raised his hand without thinking and grabbed Mu Ze's hand and threw him out with force.

With a bang.

Mu Zui was caught off guard and was thrown directly to the bookshelf, and almost hit the wall behind him.

He barely stabilized his body and looked at Chen Gurong in surprise.

"Master?"

Just a glance, he suddenly froze.

Chen Gurong sat on the edge of the bed wearing thin white clothes. He seemed extremely uncomfortable. He opened his lips slightly and panted hard. The mist in his eyes had condensed into water droplets, which could not fall off on his long feather eyelashes.

He held his hand on the edge of the bed, gasped for a few times, and felt as if he couldn't stand it, and moaned uncontrollably, and then he soon swallowed the sound back by biting his lip.

That look, it looks like I have used some medicine.

Mu Zhe was stunned and was at a loss for a moment.

Chen Gurong closed his eyes, and the water droplets on his feather eyelids rolled down his cheeks like jade beads. He whispered: "Go, go and call the head teacher here."

Mu Zhui said, "You..."

Chen Gurong: "Go quickly!"

Mu Ze immediately went out to call Xi Guxing.

Hearing that the door was closed, Chen Gu Rong's arms softened and he collapsed on the soft bed. His eyes were blurred at the bed curtain above his head, his mind was in chaos and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In a trance, someone walked to him, his tall figure blocking the light, and his shadowy face was unreal.

"Are you sure you want to enter the Tao?"

Chen Gurong looked at him blankly, trying to identify his face with all his might, but his vision was always blocked by a cloud of white mist.

In a daze, he no longer lay on the couch, but was on the edge of the pond.

He swept to the side and the three words Fengyutan came into view.

A hand reached in front of him, and a glass bottle was placed in the palm of his hand.

"This is the spiritual medicine to wash the essence and marrow." The man said, "If you really make up your mind to enter the Tao of the mortal body, then take it and jump into the hidden pond."

Chen Gurong looked at him in a daze.

"Washing the essence and marrow, the pain is comparable to that of Lingchi. You may be dying if you can't hold on to the effect of the elixir."

"You have to think clearly."

Chen Gurong immediately wanted to shake his head.

"No, I'm afraid of pain, so I don't want to enter the Tao."

The next moment, he watched as he stretched out a hand and held the glass bottle in his hand.

Chen Fengxue's voice came, and he said coldly: "I think it very clearly."

After saying that, he drank the medicine and jumped into the storm pool.

Before Chen Gurong could react, a sharp pain like a knife cut resounded throughout his limbs and bones, and water surged from all directions.

The dull pain came one after another, as if it was stormy waves, and Chen Gu Rong couldn't even scream, letting the water and pain submerge him.

Chen Gurong didn't know where he was, but he still had leisure thoughts: "Is this Chen Fengxue's memory? In the early stage, he... didn't he cultivate his cultivation with countless spiritual medicines, the spiritual medicine he mentioned..."

Is it the kind of magic medicine that makes him painful to cleanse his muscles and marrow?

The meridians in the body suffered countless crushing and reunion, and one hand finally pulled him out of the hidden pool.

The man said, "I have not entered the Tao."

Chen Fengxue was soaked all over and her face was as pale as paper. He gritted his teeth and said, "Come again."

Another bottle of spiritual medicine.

It is too difficult for mortals to enter the Tao. Chen Gurong doesn't remember how many times Chen Fengxue used spiritual medicine. He seemed to be surrounded by water and pain again and again, as if he was trapped in a purgatory that he could never escape.

Finally, the voice that had been ruthless and ruthless and said softly many times.

“Has entered.”

Chen Gurong was stunned and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could breathe to the end, a basin of cold water was suddenly poured on his face.

He looked around in a daze.

There was no one, and even the man who had been talking to him just now disappeared.

Chen Gurong thought blankly: Where is this place? Shouldn’t I be in Fan Jiangju?

Who poured my water?

Fan Jiang is in the middle.
To be continued...