Shen Gurong attended morning classes with the disciples from Changying Mountain for several days in a row. The previously fearful disciples were somewhat accustomed to his presence, and at least they no longer broke into cold sweats every time they finished morning classes.

On the day of Guyu, it rained heavily.

Shen Gurong arrived at Zhibai Hall holding a bamboo umbrella, and the morning bell had already struck four times.

If it was usually full of people at this time, today for some unknown reason, not a single disciple came to the entire Zhibai Hall.

Shen Gurong closed the umbrella, sat on the futon in confusion and waited for a long time, but still no one came.

Shen Gurong said "tsk", are all these disciples going to heaven? How dare they skip class collectively.

The drizzle continued, and Shen Gurong lay on the desk by the window and read for a while, feeling a little drowsy.

Shen Fengxue was too sick and weak. Shen Gurong took the elixir pills that Xi Guxing gave him every day. After a few days, the spiritual power in his body began to circulate a little, but he still couldn't sleep.

Shen Gurong yawned, steeled himself, held the chalcedony in his hand and looked for Xi Guxing.

"Senior brother."

Xi Guxing replied quickly, his tone a little irritable for some reason: "What's the matter? Tell me!"

Shen Gurong: "What happened to you? Who provoked you again?"

"It's not because of you!" Xi Guxing became impatient.

Shen Gurong felt very innocent: "What's wrong with me? I haven't done anything in the past few days."

"Master heard the news about your injury from somewhere. A few days ago, he sent a message to your sixth brother, asking him to refine the healing elixir for you within three days."

Shen Gurong: "Ah?"

"He dares to be angry and dare not say anything but can't scold you, so he can only come to me." Xi Guxing said, "He has been scolding you all night, and he just took the time to drink medicine - tsk, he came back, and he started again."

"Shen Fengxue, be careful, Sixth Junior Brother will poison you sooner or later."

Shen Gurong: "..."

In Shen Fengxue's impression, his Sixth Senior Brother seemed to be a sick doctor who did not heal himself. He coughed up several liters of blood every day even if he walked a few steps, and could not touch him. He also had such a bad temper.

While listening to the sixth junior brother's sickly curses, Xi Guxing asked Shen Gurong: "What's the matter? Tell me quickly - I'm going to be annoyed to death by you. I shouldn't have agreed to be the master's teacher in the first place."

Shen Gurong said dryly: "Brother, thank you for your hard work."

Xi Guxing: "Say."

Shen Gurong asked: "Is today a special day? Why has no one from Zhibaitang come yet?"

Xi Guxing was silent for a while, and said in a strange tone: "Maybe I practiced too late last night and everyone got up late. If you wait there, you will probably be here in no time."

Shen Gurong didn't doubt him and continued to sit there and wait.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, Shen Gurong almost turned into a watchman's stone.

Shen Gurongkong sat and couldn't help but take a nap for an hour. Later he realized whether Xi Guxing was playing tricks on him and he flicked the chalcedony again.

"Xi Guxing, why haven't they come yet?"

Xi Guxing's tone was strange: "Are you still waiting?"

Shen Gurong: "What do you think?"

Xi Guxing couldn't hold it back and sneered directly: "Shen Fengxue, you are actually here today?"

Shen Gurong: "..."

Can you speak human language?!

Xi Guxing laughed at him and then said, "Do you know whose morning class is today?"

Shen Gurong said with a dull face: "Who is it?"

As soon as he asked the question, he was suddenly startled, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly: "Lou...is not coming back?"

"Yes." Xi Guxing said, "Every time he attends morning classes, he takes a long time to arrive. Over the years, the disciples have become accustomed to it. Whenever he attends morning classes, he will arrive two hours late."

Shen Gurong: "..."

Shen Gurong was a little angry now: "Why didn't you tell me just now?"

Xi Guxing: "Of course it's just to tease you."

Shen Gurong: "You..."

Shen Gurong took a deep breath. Fortunately, he had a good temper and asked the next best thing: "Then why didn't any other disciple tell me about this?"

Xi Guxing seemed very happy to see him defeated: "You, Shen Fengxue, were shouted at and beaten by everyone at Liren Peak. Who would take the initiative to tell you?"

Shen Gurong: "..."

I'm autistic and don't want to talk.

Xi Guxing mocked him again, and Shen Gurong wiped off the chalcedony in a showy manner.

Shen Gurong fell headlong on the desk, groaned and scolded Xi Guxing in a low voice: "Headmaster, Headmaster, you are just a Headmaster, Headmaster."

When Mu Ban ran to the corridor outside Zhibai Hall with an umbrella, he heard his master muttering, as if he was talking about "Headmaster". He stopped unconsciously and turned his head slightly to look over. .

His master, who was always sitting upright, seemed to have no bones in his body, lying limply on the desk. His hands hung on the edge of the desk, and his long and thin white fingers tapped rhythmically in accordance with his tone.

"Palm, teach." Knock twice.

"Xi, palm, teach." Knock three times.

It's like a child having a tantrum.

Mu Ban: "..."

Without saying a word, Mu Ban closed the umbrella, shook the rainwater from the tail of the umbrella, and walked quickly into Zhibai Hall.

As soon as she heard the footsteps, Shen Gurong, who was scolding Xi Guxing in a low voice, immediately sat up straight.

Mu Ban walked in, nodded and saluted: "Master."

Shen Gurong waited for more than an hour and estimated the time. It would take half an hour before Lou Bugui arrived.

Shen Gurong asked: "Why did you come so early?"

Mu Ban originally thought that someone told Shen Gurong that today's morning class would be delayed, and he thought that by coming early, he could avoid going to Zhibai Hall with Shen Gurong.

But unexpectedly, I avoided it on the road and bumped into him at Zhibai Hall.

Mu Ban took the small cloth bag and walked to his seat, knelt down and sat on the futon: "I haven't finished the homework left by the elder yesterday. I came here earlier to make up for it."

Shen Gurong seemed unable to see Mu Ban's indifference. He stood up and walked to the desk next to Mu Ban and sat down. He lazily supported the side of his face with his hands and found something to say: "Hmm? Is there any homework you don't understand that you want me to do for you?" Can you answer it?"

Mu Ban glanced at him strangely. He didn't know what he was thinking of, and slightly twitched the corners of his lips.

He took out the books and placed them on the table one by one, saying, "No need to trouble Master."

Shen Gurong moved his fingers slightly while holding the side of his face, thinking: Oh, he was rejected again. This kid is quite angry.

Shen Gurong was so bored that he glanced at the small wooden box with one side missing from Mu Ban's cloth bag and found another topic.

"What's this?"

Mu Ban looked at what he pointed at, took out the small box, and said: "This is the wooden box containing the elixir..."

When he said this, he pursed his lips and gently opened the small wooden box, revealing the candied fruits inside.

Mu Ban whispered: "I was afraid of wasting it, so I used it to put away the preserves given by Senior Brother Lisuo."

Shen Gurong stared at the candied fruits in the box and thought: I want to eat them.

Shen Fengxue had long since gone without food. After Shen Gurong came here, he didn't feel any discomfort even though he didn't have any water in his body for several days. At first sight, his mouth was watering when he saw ordinary mortals eating.

Shen Gurong forced himself to endure it, said "Oh" and turned his head without saying a word.

I don't know if it's his misunderstanding, but Mu Ban's treatment of him... seems to be different from before.

Mu had always resisted and disliked Shen Gurong before he was relegated. Even though Shen Gurong saved him, his resentment disappeared a lot, but he still couldn't get close to Shen Gurong.

Now, I wonder if he has figured it out on his own, and seems to be less repelled by Shen Gurong's approach than before.

If in normal times, Shen Gurong suddenly approached him, Mu Ban would have instinctively acted up, and his whole body would be so tense that he wanted to jump up;

But today, instead of trying to escape, Mu Ban was able to exchange a few words with Shen Gurong normally, looking quite relaxed.

Shen Gurong thought to himself: "Has this finally dawned on me that I won't hurt him anymore? Tsk, it seems that it is useful to shamelessly drag the young protagonist to communicate with the master-disciple relationship."

The master and the apprentice sat very close to each other. One was holding his head and thinking wildly, while the other was sitting upright and practicing calligraphy.

Half an hour later, the disciples of Zhibaitang slowly came over and saw the Holy Lord who had already arrived and quickly sat down.

Soon, Lou Bugui, who had been delayed for two hours, finally arrived for his "morning class" with a small backpack on his back.

All the disciples came here after lunch. As soon as Lou Bugui came, he stood up and saluted.

"Good afternoon, uncle."

Lou Bugui put the small backpack on the lecture desk and said vaguely: "Good morning."

Shen Gurong: "..."

Lou Bugui was still immersed in his own little world. When he entered the Zhibai Hall, he didn't even look at anyone else. He carefully took out the herbs from the small backpack and placed them on the desk. He said slowly: "Today we are going to learn photography." Soul grass."
To be continued...