The next morning, the morning bell rang, and Shen Gurong sat up, rubbing his waist in confusion.

His white hair was messy and he sat on the couch in a daze for a long time before he realized that he had to go to morning class today.

"Master, why are you looking for trouble for yourself? You are already a saint and you still have to go to morning classes."

"Yes, yes, I've suffered so much. Can't we just go to the library and ask the elders?"

"I've already told you about Mu's banishment, so let's start first."

"But I don't think about it..."

Mu Ban came over to wake Shen Gurong up, but before he entered the door, he heard that his master was sleeping again.

"No, no."

"Get up, get up."

Mu Ban: "..."

That lazy and sleepy "no" made Mu Ban uncontrollably recall the ambiguous "no" that sounded in his ear last night.

Mu Ban's face immediately turned red.

He stood outside the door, reciting the Jingxin Sutra silently to completely calm down the heat on his face, and then pushed the door open and entered.

"Master."

The master had already had a good sleep. He tilted his head and yawned. He glanced lazily at Mu Ban, tilted his head and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with your mouth?"

Mu Ban: "..."

Mu Ban recited countless Meditation Sutras silently before he could calm down. His emotions suddenly became out of control again. His face was full of panic. He quickly lowered his head and said vaguely: "No, it's nothing."

Shen Gurong didn't think much about it, stayed down, changed his clothes, and went to Zhibai Hall in Changying Mountain with Mu Ban.

The two of them arrived a little late, and the disciples who had morning classes had already arrived. When they accidentally looked up and saw Shen Gurong's eyes covered with ice, they were stunned.

Then the whole Zhibai Hall became a mess.

Shen Gurong has been in seclusion for ten years, and has rarely appeared in front of the disciples of Liren Peak since then. This is the first time for these new disciples to see the legendary Shengjun who was half-stepped into becoming a saint.

The disciples of Zhibai Hall had faces full of longing and excitement. They instinctively suppressed their screams and maintained their final rationality.

Shen Gurong walked in without changing her expression, and she and Mu Ban chose a seat in the corner, gathered their robes and sat down.

Mu Ban frowned, glanced at the stunned disciples around him, and whispered with some displeasure: "Don't you know the etiquette?"

Everyone then woke up from a dream and got up in panic to salute.

"I have met the Holy Lord."

Shen Gurong raised his hand slightly and said coldly: "No need, let's go to morning class."

The disciples sat back in panic and began to whisper.

"It's Shengjun Shen!"

"This is the first time I have seen a living Holy King! Oh my God!!"

"It's so scary, so scary, so scary. Is this the pressure of the Mahayana period? Ugh... my legs are weak."

"There is a secret rumor in the three realms that Shengjun Shen is the most beautiful woman. It is true..."

"I didn't want to come to Liren Peak, but he is so good-looking and so strong!"

These disciples have just entered the school not long ago, and most of their cultivation is just building the foundation. This level of cultivation is transmitted under the eyes of a Mahayana stage and a Nascent Soul stage, which is almost equivalent to loudly informing the world.

Mu Ban's brows furrowed even more tightly, but Shen Gurong was quite happy to hear it. He listened to this and that with his chin propped up. If someone praised him for being good-looking, he would look at the disciple one more time.

Mu Ban didn't know whether he was upset by the screams in his ears, or simply didn't want his master to pay more attention to others. He raised his hand and knocked on the table, saying in a cold voice: "No more transmissions are allowed."

Disciples: "..."

Everyone let out a "woo", and then they realized that people with high cultivation can really do whatever they want, and they became completely quiet.

I can't hear other people's voices, but I can hear the words in the master's heart more clearly.

"Huh? Why don't you send a message? Go ahead and praise louder."

Mu Ban: "..."

Shen Gurong waited and waited but no one praised him, so he had to wait boredly for the elder of the bookstore to come.

He glanced at Mu Ban who was sitting upright beside him, and suddenly thought: "What's going on with his mouth? Why does it look like he's been bitten?"

Mu Ban: "..."

Mu Ban's head hung lower.

Shen Gurong felt a little drowsy as he studied. It was probably because yesterday's sexual intercourse brought by the demon cultivator's spiritual power had just passed. Shen Gurong got tired very easily and started to doze off after sitting for a while.

He didn't want to fall asleep, but his consciousness gradually fell into darkness.

Mu Ban kept glancing at him with his peripheral vision, and saw that his head was moving slowly, as if he was about to fall asleep. When Shen Gurong fell against the wall next to him, he suddenly stretched out his hand to support his head, preventing him from hitting the wall directly. Go up.

The disciple next to him didn't dare to look at Shen Gurong, so he didn't know that Shen Gurong, who was regarded as a cold saint in the three realms, was sleeping soundly with his head on his disciple's forearm without scruples.

A quarter of an hour later, Elder Shuge yawned and entered Zhibai Hall.

He was sleepy, raised his hand, knocked on the desk, and said: "Come to teach Taoism today."

The sound of knocking on the table woke up Shen Gurong. He trembled suddenly and murmured: "Do you realize you are wrong?"

Mu Ban: "..."

After Shen Gurong finished speaking, he slowly woke up.

He first glanced at Mu Ban sleepily, then tilted his head and stared at the table in a daze for a while. Suddenly he seemed to remember something and took an uncontrollable breath.

The Shuge elder was a little impatient at the noise, and was about to reprimand the disciple who had disturbed him, when his gaze fell on Shen Gurong's cold face.

Elder: "..."

The elder almost swallowed the scolding words he almost spoke. He laughed dryly, nodded and said, "Holy Lord, do you have any questions?"

Shen Gurong didn't hear what he was saying at all, and he almost collapsed.

"Ahhhh——"

"I actually...had an erotic dream?!"

Mu Ban: "..."

Shen Gurong: "The target is still Mu relegated!"

Mu Ban: "???"

Mu Ban, who was a little unhappy when he heard that Shen Gurong was having an erotic dream, immediately became elated and stared at him uncontrollably.

Since Master... also had an erotic dream about me, does that mean that I still have hope?

Just as he was thinking happily like this, he heard Shen Gurong thinking frantically: "I bit his lip and asked him if he knew he was wrong?! Oh my god, which master would teach his disciples like this? ! This is misleading!"

Mu Ban: "..."

Mu was relegated as if cold water had been poured on his head.

That wasn't an erotic dream at all, it was just yesterday's reality.

Mu was banished and couldn't express how he felt in his heart. Anyway, it was quite uncomfortable.

Shen Gurong collapsed for a while, then realized that the elder was talking to him, nodded quickly, and said with a cold expression: "No, you continue."

The elder then continued.

Although Shen Gurong appeared to be very romantic on the surface and always went to the boat to paint beauties on weekdays, this was the first time in his life that he had a "spring dream". He was so ashamed that he did not dare to look at Mu's relegation.

"If my brother knew that the object of my first sexual dream was a man, he would definitely beat me to death."

Shen Gurong has been fearless since he was a child. The person he fears most is his brother who is five years older than him. Every time his parents are reluctant to teach him a lesson, but as long as his brother stands in front of him and gives him a cold look , Shen Gurong immediately became as obedient as a puppy, not daring to say a word.

Shen Gurong was frightened when a fragmentary fragment suddenly flashed in his mind.

He thought to himself in hindsight: "Wait a minute, I bit Mu Ban's lip in my dream, why did he..."

Shen Gurong was like a wooden puppet, tilting his head little by little, his eyes falling on Mu Ban's slightly swollen lips, which had teeth marks if he looked closely.

Shen Gurong: "???"

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong didn't know if he was overly shocked, so he said "Ah" and thought to himself expressionlessly: "It's great, it's not a dream."

Not a dream...

"Someone please kill me!!!"

"Where is Thunder Punishment? Thunder Punishment!!"

Mu Ban: "..."

Shen Gurong finally realized that the "dream" was simply the ridiculous thing he did last night when he was half asleep and half awake. He collapsed like a flood that burst a dam, and countless big waves rushed towards him.

"I don't know how to put it, but I just want to die."

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