This is an anti-theft stamp. Little angel, if you see me, it means that your purchase ratio is insufficient.

As soon as there were no outsiders, Shen Gurong's true colors were revealed, and he seemed to have no bones in his laziness.

He untied his green shirt and robe, casually glanced at the very simple arrangement in the center of Fanjiang, and threw the clothes on the bamboo couch.

"I really want to go home."

Shen Gurong murmured in a low voice and lay down on the couch lazily. He rolled around on the couch by the window several times like a lazy cat, and the ice cream on his eyes rolled loose a little.

He went through the people and things he met today in his mind, and finally sighed softly, fully accepting the fact that he would not go home easily.

Shen Gurong stared at the bamboo strips hanging by the window and thought happily: "This book is quite interesting."

Although Shen Fengxue has already completely offended the young protagonist, it is not a certain death situation. There is still room for change if you use your brain a little bit.

His mind had been tense all day, and as soon as he relaxed, he fell into a deep sleep within a moment.

The courtyard was full of evening mist flowers, and a round bird spread its wings and flew on the window lattice, tilting its head and staring at Shen Gurong.

Dawn breaks in the sky, and the eastern twilight sets in.

The bird on the window lattice spreads its wings and flies out of Fanjiangju.

The three morning classes at Liren Peak started at Chen time. Disciples gathered in small groups and playfully walked from the suspension bridge connecting the three peaks to the Zhibai Hall on Changying Mountain for morning classes.

The black mist that slowly climbed up the mountain steps climbed all night, and finally reached the halfway point of Liren Peak Changying Mountain before dawn.

It lay there and struggled for a long time before turning into an illusory human form with difficulty. There was a black line on the fingertips that floated forward as if blown by the wind.

The plague ghost was chased from Youzhou to Liren Peak by the group of Zhu Xie, but was seriously injured by the magic weapon on the way. Yesterday, it could no longer maintain its spiritual power. Fortunately, it escaped in time and fled into the mountains in a dizzy manner.

It weakly followed the black line and staggered forward.

As long as the body is taken...

Even if he is a mortal, it can definitely recharge his energy and reshape his spiritual body.

It moved for a long time with its last hope, and finally pushed aside the trees before its spiritual power collapsed.

On the bluestone floor in front of Zhibai Hall in Changying Mountain, a group of disciples wearing colorful clothes were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed. There was an illusory charm floating between their eyebrows, as if they were practicing.

The plague ghost was stunned. Isn't there no spiritual energy on this mountain? Why are there still disciples practicing?

It was stunned on the spot. If it were an ordinary mortal, it could easily seize the body, but if it were another person with spiritual power, he would be afraid that his soul would be shattered by the spiritual power if he failed to seize the body.

Epidemic Ghost: "..."

I spent a whole night crawling in vain.

Before it had time to think about it, the leading disciple suddenly opened his eyes quietly and looked straight in the direction of the plague ghost.

Epidemic Ghost: "..."

The plague ghost was suddenly covered in cold sweat, turned into a palm-sized black mist, and huddled in the grass, daring not to move.

Because he opened his eyes in the middle of leaving the rope, the meditation talisman between his eyebrows suddenly exploded and disappeared.

Li Suo didn't disturb the others, tiptoed, and flew three steps towards the black mist.

Yu Xinghe, who was sitting by the window of Zhibai Hall practicing calligraphy, stared at Li Suo, raised his hand and poked Mu Ban, and whispered: "Senior Brother Li Suo's meditation charm exploded again. Is he going to do it again in this class?" Want to be scolded by the headmaster?"

Mu Ban copied the Jingxin Sutra without squinting, and said warmly: "Practice your handwriting."

Yu Xinghe held the candied fruit in his mouth and said in a vague voice, "But look, he's such a big man, and he's still poking at ants."

Mu Ban raised his head and glanced up, and sure enough, he saw Li Suo in a yellow shirt squatting there, holding a small piece of dead branch in his hand and gently poking at a small group of black things on the ground.

A gust of wind blew, and Mu Ban saw a trace of ashes on the Jingxin Sutra. He raised his little hand and wiped it. Unintentionally, he saw that there seemed to be a black line floating slightly on his little finger.

He was startled, and when he took a closer look, the black line dissipated instantly.

Raising his hand again, the dust disappeared.

He was slightly startled, and he turned his palms back and forth and looked at them for a long time, but he couldn't find a trace of dust.

Yu Xinghe bit his pen: "What's wrong?"

Mu Ban shook his head and was about to speak when he heard a shocking sound not far away.

Everyone trembled. The disciples who were practicing the Meditation Talisman were all disturbed by this sound, and the spells in front of them exploded one by one.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"The ground is shaking?!"

"..."

Li Suo was squatting not far away. There was a blasted hole in front of him, and black smoke was rising faintly.

He turned back and smiled at the panicked junior brothers: "Don't panic."

The junior brothers gathered around and asked curiously: "Brother, what is that?"

Li Suo fanned himself with a fan, squinted his eyes and said, "Nothing, I just discovered that the plague ghosts that Zhu Xie was chasing yesterday were easily eliminated."

As soon as the words "epidemic ghost" were uttered, the younger disciples were startled and quickly backed away.

The library in Liren Peak once recorded what happened a hundred years ago. Fengdu City, a secluded city with thousands of people, was massacred by a ghost cultivator who took away the body, shocking the three worlds.

Since then, everyone in the ghost cultivator has been shouting and beating him.

Li Suo stretched his body and comforted his junior brother softly: "I told you not to be afraid, it has been wiped out. Besides, there is a spiritual monument on Liren Peak, and ordinary ghost cultivators and demon cultivators will not come in easily."

At this moment, Xi Guxing came in wearing black clothes and holding a sword, and said coldly: "Are you going to rebel?!"

Everyone was startled and lowered their heads like quails.

"Good morning, Master."

Xi Guxing looked at the culprit: "Li Suo, what are you doing with them?"

Lisuo hurriedly said: "Master Shengming, we are not being lazy. Just now, a plague ghost broke into Liren Peak without permission. Since I didn't have time to invite you, I rashly subdued it. I hope Master will notice!"

Xi Guxing didn't quite believe his apprentice's clever mouth that confused right and wrong. He coldly explored the surroundings and found the remaining aura of the plague ghost, and his face looked better now.

I originally thought that he was a ghost cultivator who only cultivated arrogantly, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even enter the World Spirit Monument of Liren Peak.

Seeing that Xi Guxing's face softened slightly, Lisuo breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

But he didn't expect that Xi Guxing glanced at him coldly and said, "Let me take a look at the Jingxin Talisman."

Li Suo was stunned for a moment, then timidly stretched out his palm, revealing a broken illusory charm inside.

Xi Guxing sneered: "How many times has this happened?"

Li Suo remained silent: "Six, six times."

After he finished speaking, he felt the dissatisfied coldness on his master's body, and directly gathered his robes and knelt down, and the disciples behind him also knelt down.

Xi Guxing's eyes were full of coldness: "Since you think I am too gentle, I will ask Shen Fengxue to teach you this meditation class next time."

As soon as the name "Shen Fengxue" was said, all the disciples including Li Suo turned pale.

Li Suo's sickly face became even paler: "Master, I know I was wrong..."

Xi Guxing saw that Shen Fengxue was able to intimidate them, so he walked away regardless of everyone's expressions of mourning.

Lisuo trembled and said: "Senior brother...Senior brother wants to betray the school, will anyone come with me?"

Disciples: "..."

It was over, the senior brother was frightened.

***

Perhaps Shen Gurong looked through Shen Fengxue's memories too many times, and Shen Fengxue, whose eyes were covered with ice, fell into Shen Gurong's dream.

Shen Fengxue stood in a vast expanse of snow, and the ice on his eyes slowly overflowed with red marks, like two tears of blood.

He stood in the wind and snow wearing a thin green shirt, and slowly stretched out his hand towards Shen Gurong.

Shen Gurong looked at him blankly and instinctively wanted to grab his hand.

Shen Fengxue's voice seemed to be blown away by the wind and snow.

"We must save him..."

"Shen Gurong...save him."

"Fengxue..."

Shen Gurong staggered and ran towards him, when suddenly a gust of wind blew the snow.

After the wind dispersed, Shen Fengxue's figure had disappeared into the wind and snow.

Shen Gurong suddenly opened his eyes and was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses.

He stood up tiredly, and then realized that his face was covered with water marks.

Shen Gurong rolled up his sleeves and wiped his face in a slovenly manner, muttering: "Save him just save him, why are you crying?"

Originally, he was still hesitating about the reason why he came here, but as soon as he had this dream, he was sure - if he could stop Yu Xinghe from becoming a demon, he would be able to go home.

The rising sun was warm. Shen Gurong wiped away his tears and realized that the ice on his eyes had disappeared somewhere.
To be continued...