Mu Ban jumped directly into the ice spring and helped Shen Gurong up.

Shen Gurong was caught off guard and took a sip of water. He struggled to hold on to Mu Ban's shoulders and coughed several times before finally waking up.

He gritted his teeth and looked at Xi Guxing, who was standing on the bank with his arms folded, and said word by word: "Xi, Gu, go."

Xi Guxing raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you feeling better?"

No matter how good-tempered Shen Gurong was, he finally couldn't hold back any longer. He said angrily: "I'll kill you!"

He struggled to hit Xi Guxing, but he didn't realize that he was being held in Mu Ban's arms. The moment he moved, his waist softened and he fell back onto Mu Ban's shoulders again, letting out a low moan uncontrollably.

Mu Ban: "..."

Half of Mu Ban's body was numb.

Xi Guxing was originally watching a good show, but later he realized that the unsightly Mu Ban was hugging Shen Gurong. His face turned green and he said angrily: "Don't touch him!"

Mu Ban's ears were red and he said calmly: "But Master, he can't stand firmly..."

Xi Guxing said impatiently: "You don't care whether he can stand firm or not, get out of here!"

Mu Ban was a little hesitant. If he went out, Shen Gurong would definitely be drowned by the ice spring again. His master was already afraid of the cold and didn't need spiritual power to protect his body. How could he withstand this?

When Xi Guxing saw that he was not moving, he was so angry that he immediately stepped into the ice spring to pull Mu Ban out.

Probably out of resentment in his heart, Shen Gurong hugged Mu Ban's neck, stared at Xi Guxing with red eyes, and said coldly: "I want him to stay here with me."

Xi Guxing: "You!"

Shen Gurong's whole body was in Mu Ban's arms, holding on to Mu Ban's shoulders, glaring at Xi Guxing provocatively: "If you have the ability, snatch people from me."

Xi Guxing: "..."

Xi Guxing was so angry that he turned around and left: "You love me to death! Only the devil will care about you!"

Headmaster Xi has said this so many times that even he himself finds it unbelievable, but he still blurts it out every time when he gets angry.

Lou Bugui glanced at the back of his senior brother who left angrily. Probably because he was afraid that Shen Gurong would be sad, he squatted on the bank and said, "Eleven, senior brother, he is talking angrily. He doesn't care about you."

Shen Gurong snorted.

After venting his anger, Shen Gurong realized what he was doing. He looked at Mu Ban, who was frozen into a wooden frame, and then at Lou Bugui, and said expressionlessly: "Why was I thrown into the ice spring?"

Lou Bugui clarified his junior brother’s doubts: “Because it’s the National Day for you to have sex...”

Mu Ban said "Ah" and interrupted the Master's words with a red face. He was at a loss and said: "Because the demon spiritual power in Master's body has caused internal aura disorder, just stay in the ice spring for a while. "

Shen Gurong: "Really?"

Lou Bugui looked at Mu Ban suspiciously, wondering why he said the inner breath was disordered instead of...

Mu was afraid that Lou would not return and say something embarrassing to his master, so he hurriedly said: "Uncle, I will take care of you. Please make this trip."

Lou Bugui would never force himself to understand something he didn't understand. Seeing that it was all over, he nodded, rolled up his sleeves and walked away slowly.

After the idlers left, Shen Gurong realized that his claws were tugging on his apprentice's shoulders, and his face turned red inexplicably.

But at this moment, his waist was weak and his legs were weak, and he didn't even have the strength to stand firm in the ice spring, so he had to let Mu Ban hold him.

Chill came from all around, like a scene in a dream. Shen Gurong instinctively pressed his body against Mu Ban. He couldn't bear the pain, and before he stayed for a while, he murmured: "When can I go out?" ?”

Mu Ban saw that his fox ears were always standing up and his body was as hot as fire even in the ice spring, so he had to say: "Wait a moment."

Shen Gurong had no choice but to wait.

Finally, after enduring it for a while, he opened his red eyes and asked dissatisfiedly: "Are you still okay?"

Mu Ban said in a low voice, "I'm sorry." He raised his hand and touched Shen Gurong's forehead. He noticed that the heat in his body had almost dissipated, and then nodded: "Okay."

Shen Gurong's legs were so weak that he could hardly stand, so Mu Ban had to carry him out of the ice spring.

Shen Gurong coughed dryly and tried to stay calm. He asked, "My breath is disordered. Why do my legs and waist feel uncomfortable?"

Mu Ban: "..."

Mu Ban's face turned redder and redder. Without saying a word, he took off Shen Gurong's wet clothes and put on clean clothes again. He quickly dried his hair at the same time - this time he did not dare to touch those fox ears again. .

Mu Ban took Shen Gurong back to the room.

Shen Gurong was exhausted, as if he had had a fight with someone. As soon as his waist touched the quilt, he frowned and looked a little uncomfortable.

"My back hurts." Shen Gurong thought to herself, "I really want Mu Ban to rub it for me."

It's just that this move was too shameful, and Shen Gurong couldn't speak at all, so he just wanted to continue to feel the pain.

He pulled up the quilt, covering half of his face, and said in a muffled voice: "Go and have a rest."

All this fussing lasted most of the night.

But Mu Ban shook his head: "Let me rub Master's waist."

Shen Gurong's eyes lit up, and he felt that someone would hand him a pillow whenever he felt sleepy. He pretended to think for a moment, and then said reservedly: "Okay."

The pain in the lower back was extremely painful. Shen Gurong turned over slightly, his waistline was slightly stretched, and his lean waist could be seen even through his clothes.

Mu Ban was fully prepared before he put his warm hands on his waist that could be easily grasped.

Shen Gurong suddenly made a "pop" sound.

Mu dismissed him and said, "Master?"

Shen Gurong buried his face in the soft pillow and said vaguely: "Don't touch it so lightly. It's a bit itchy. Try it harder."

Mu Ban had no choice but to exert a little force, and Shen Gurong said "poof" again.

Mu Ban used some force again, and his fingertips could almost sink into the jade-like flesh. Only then did Shen Gurong feel that it was no longer so itchy.

Seeing that Shen Gurong didn't "pop" anymore, Mu Ban used this strength to rub Shen Gurong's waist little by little.

There was silence all around.

Shen Gurong lay down and enjoyed his apprentice's service for a while. He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly said: "Does the morning class at Liren Peak have anything to do with mortals entering the Tao?"

Mu Ban paused his hand and said in a low voice: "There will be a Taoist class given by the Shuge elder on the first day of the new year. Disciples can ask questions at will - it happens to be tomorrow."

Shen Gurong said vaguely: "Okay, please call me tomorrow."

Mu Ban said: "Yes."

Mu Ban rubbed it twice and asked, "Master, are you going to attend the morning class again?"

Shen Gurong: "Yeah."

The number of disciples at Liren Peak has changed over the past ten years. Mu Ban has followed Xi Guxing or Wen Liubing down the mountain to practice since forming the elixir, and has not attended morning classes for many years.

Upon hearing this, Mu Ban pursed his lips, thought for a long time, and said, "I will accompany Master."

As soon as Shen Gurong opened his eyes, he hummed in a nasal voice: "Huh?"

Seeing that he was so sleepy that he could hardly open his eyes, Mu Ban said softly, "I happen to have a few questions that I don't understand, and I want to ask the elder of the bookstore."

Shen Gurong then closed his eyes and said vaguely: "Okay."

After saying that, he stopped moving.

Mu Ban rubbed him for a long time and stopped when he saw that he was breathing evenly and had fallen asleep.

As soon as he raised his hand, Shen Gurong suddenly turned sideways and grabbed his hand off guard.

Mu Ban thought he was not asleep, and when he was about to speak, he saw Shen Gurong still had his eyes closed, his lips moved slightly, and he muttered in his sleep: "Sir..."

Mu Ban: "..."

Mu Ban's face sank.

gentlemen.

It's Mr. again.

Since he was a child, Shen Gurong has been mentioning, consciously or unconsciously, the gentleman who always punished him with books. Mu initially didn't think it was a big deal when he was relegated, but when he showed his true face, Shen Gurong seemed to see through his face. While looking at the others, Mu Ban had the illusion that Shen Gurong was taking him as an old friend to comfort him.

Mu Ban firmly held his hand, his eyes dark with fear.

He doesn't want to be anyone else's shadow.

Mu Ban is Mu Ban, and he is not the gentleman Shen Gurong calls him at all.

Mu Ban sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his index finger to gently press Shen Gurong's lips.

"Master."

Shen Gurong had fallen into a deep sleep and instinctively said "Huh?" with a thick nasal voice.

As if a demonic cultivator was bewitching people, Mu Ban said in a low voice: "Who am I?"

Shen Gurong frowned, opened his lips slightly, and murmured: "First..."

Mu Ban's hand pressed hard against the bright red lips, forcing Shen Gurong to swallow the next words.

"Wrong." Mu Ban said softly, "Master, you said it wrong."

Shen Gurong whimpered.

He probably felt uncomfortable, so he opened his lips slightly, picked up Mu Ban's index finger like a small animal, and took a bite to vent his anger.
To be continued...