The dragon flew thousands of miles in the sky. Shen Gurong sat on the huge back of the dragon, and his white hair was blown randomly. When he finally arrived outside the city under the Guhong Secret Realm, Shen Gurong's hair was standing up, and he was showing his teeth and claws like a madman. .

Shen Gurong smoothed down his hair with an expressionless expression, saying in his heart that it was really a lie to say that an expert in this world walks in the wind with his hair not messed up.

Chao Jiuxiao transformed into a human form, wrapped up his clothes, glanced at Shen Gurong coldly, and let out a "tsk" in disgust.

Shen Gurong was busy putting on his crane cloak and ignored him at all.

The city under the Guhong Secret Realm is called Guhong City. It is actually just a small town. When the Guhong Secret Realm has not yet opened, there are not many people at all. Only when the Guhong Secret Realm opens every twenty years, countless monks from the Three Realms That's why they gather here.

Guhong City was covered in ice and snow. Shen Gurong used spiritual power to protect himself but still felt cold. He was wrapped in three layers inside and three outside. When he got outside the city, he changed into a thicker crane cloak.

After he fastened his belt, he casually painted his white hair black with Dimo, and the icy hair on his eyes was pinched and disappeared.

Chao Jiuxiao said impatiently: "You are so slow."

Shen Gurong disguised himself perfectly and said calmly: "The white hair is too conspicuous. If you don't want to be watched, you'd better wait for me."

Chao Jiuxiao crossed his arms and landed impatiently on his feet. A few cracks appeared on the ice and snow instantly. His face was full of anger: "Hurry up! Are you a woman? Do you want me to get you some more rouge?"

Chao Jiuxiao was just mocking him for dilly-dallying, but Shen Gurong thought about it and nodded seriously: "Okay."

Chao Jiuxiao: "..."

Shen Gurong finally got himself in order before Chao Jiuxiao completely exploded.

He braided his long hair into loose braids and hung them on his shoulders. The fur-edged hood on his cloak covered his head, revealing half of his face.

When walking on the road dressed like this, no one would recognize him as Shen Fengxue.

Shen Gurong just wanted to find his apprentice in peace, settle the contract, and find a chance to return home. He didn't want to be watched like a monkey.

The two of them walked into Guhong City one after the other.

Tomorrow the Guhong Secret Realm will be opened. At this time, the huge Guhong City is already full of monks, because there is no inn in the city, and everyone uses their own mustard houses to stay.

Everyone's mustard houses are scattered on both sides of the long road. Walking along, it looks like a real city.

After entering the city, Shen Gurong asked casually: "Senior brother, have you brought mustard seeds?"

Chao Jiuxiao snorted: "Why should I bring that thing?"

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong paused and looked at him with a confused expression: "Then where will we stay tonight?"

Chao Jiuxiao said: "Anyway, I can sleep in a cross-legged position wherever I can."

Shen Gurong: "..."

He was wrong, he shouldn't have had the slightest hope for Chao Jiuxiao, a child-like dragon.

Shen Gurong was debating where to stay at night. He accidentally looked up and found a huge boat floating in the air. It was painted red and made of red silk. It looked particularly eye-catching.

The Lingfang looked gorgeous and luxurious, much more gorgeous than the previous Lingfang in Lingfang Pavilion.

On the hull of the painted boat, the word "Sui Han" can be faintly seen.

Chao Jiuxiao also saw it. His eyes drifted for a moment and then he looked back. He said impatiently: "Let's go."

Shen Gurong didn't think much, turned his eyes away, and followed Chao Jiuxiao forward.

If Chao Jiuxiao could coil himself into a circle, he could let Shen Gurong sleep one night against the body of the dragon, which was protected from the cold wind.

Shen Gurong was thinking about the chances that Chao Jiuxiao would not kill him by letting him sleep on the dragon, when he suddenly heard the sound of wood colliding on the horizon, and then the boat slowly fell from the sky.

The monks in Guhong City all knew that it was the painting boat owned by Jing Zhuchen, the number one oiran in Suihan City. Although they all wanted to see what kind of charming beauty the number one oiran was, they were unable to do so because of the number of people around the boat. The coercion of the divine realm makes one dare not approach him at all.

The spiritual boat had been floating in the air for a day, but it made movement for the first time.

Hearing the noise, everyone came out of the mustard seeds one after another and stared at the spiritual boat without blinking.

Soon, the spirit boat slowly landed on the long street, squeezing the mustard houses on both sides back to their original shape.

Everyone looked over.

The spiritual boat was stopping in front of Shen Gurong and Chao Jiuxiao.

Shen Gurong's face was full of doubts, but Chao Jiuxiao's face was full of horror, and he wished he could turn into a monster and run away.

Just when this thought came to Chao Jiuxiao, a charming voice came from the top of the boat.

"Jiuxiao, where are you going?"

Chao Jiuxiao made a "cut" sound, and had no choice but to accept his fate instead of escaping. He pinched his nose and said reluctantly: "I didn't plan to go anywhere."

Shen Gurong was startled, and then he suddenly realized that this was Jing Zhuchen's painting boat.

Thinking of this, Shen Gurong was a little stunned.

The few senior brothers I met at Liren Peak were all used to being poor. At first sight, Shen Gurong was a little unable to react when he saw such a wealthy and lavish senior brother.

Then, two people dressed in black came out of the boat. Their cultivation seemed to be in the state of transformation.

The two of them walked up to Shen Gurong and bowed respectfully: "Holy Lord."

Shen Gurong: "..."

When everyone heard this title, they immediately became excited.

"That's... Shen Fengxue, Lord Shen?!"

"But isn't the Holy Lord white-haired? This one in front of me..."

"It's actually a worthwhile trip to meet the Holy Lord in the Guhong Secret Realm."

Everyone's whispers were all caught by Shen Gurong. He was a little embarrassed. He had tried so hard to pretend for so long, but his fourth senior brother had exposed him with just one sentence.

Chao Jiuxiao sneered unceremoniously from the side: "You don't want to be watched? Huh?"

Shen Gurong glanced at him, wiped away the mok from his white hair, lifted his hood to reveal his ice-covered eyes, and said lightly: "Yeah."

The people around him let out a "wait" sound.

"He is indeed a holy king!"

"It's the Holy King!"

Shen Gurong: "..."

So do you monks rely on this to recognize people?!

The two of them respectfully welcomed Shen Gurong and Chao Jiuxiao into the funeral boat.

The Lingfang received the person, as if it was afraid that the dust on the ground would contaminate itself, it quickly rose into the air, and slowly floated in the air again, motionless.

Shen Gurong walked into the boat, and then realized that the extravagance outside was just superficial, and the real spendthrift was inside the boat.

Looking at the furnishings in the boat one by one, according to Shen Fengxue's memory, he touched a small gadget that ordinary monks would never be able to buy in their lifetime.

Well, his fourth senior brother is indeed very rich. Next time he buys a sword, he will do it to the city.

As soon as Chao Jiuxiao arrived at Huafang, he found a room and went in with ease.

Shen Gurong said: "Won't you come with me to see senior brother?"

Chao Jiuxiao's voice came from the muffled voice: "He must be doing it... I'm too lazy to go."

Shen Gurong tilted his head and asked, "What?"

He didn't think much and was taken to the top of the painting boat.

Thick blankets were spread on the floor of the boat, and there were countless fire stones that made the surrounding area warm. Shen Gurong, who was afraid of the cold, felt extremely comfortable.

Shen Gurong rolled up his sleeves and slowly opened the bamboo curtain to look for Zhu Chen in the mirror.

But as soon as he took a few steps in, he heard an ambiguous moan coming from inside.

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong paused, suspecting that he had heard wrongly.

He stood there, expressionlessly looking at the slightly fluttering bed curtains on the huge bed not far away.

Soon, a charming low gasp came from inside again, and a hoarse and sultry voice came from it.

"How...so deep?"

Shen Gurong: "..."

Soon, another man's deep voice came from inside: "Don't you just like Shen?"

The man didn't know what he had done to Jing Zhuchen, and Jing Zhuchen suddenly raised his voice and groaned, and his breathing sounded like he was sobbing, which made people want him to cry louder.

Shen Gurong's face was expressionless, but his ears turned a little red. After figuring out what the people inside were doing, he turned around and ran away in a panic. The bead curtain made of spiritual stones smashed into his face, hitting him between the eyebrows. It got all red.

Shen Gurong endured the sore pain in his nose and ran out quickly.

In the bed curtain, Jing Zhuchen heard the sound of the string of spirit stones colliding lightly. He took a few breaths, his cheeks were flushed and he stretched out his toes to hook the man's waist. He bent his eyes and said with a smile: "My junior brother is here. Hurry up."

The man pinched his slender waist and said with a serious look, "Okay."

Shen Gurong ran to the edge of the boat. He was always afraid of the cold, but he pushed open a carved window and let the cold wind outside blow the frost and snow onto his face, blowing away the heat all over his face. scattered.

Shen Gurong blew the cold wind for a full hour, and finally his face almost froze, and then there was a sound of footsteps behind him.
To be continued...