Yu Xinghe ran away crying.

There were only three rooms in the side courtyard, and Xiwu stayed at Mu Ban's residence. Mu Ban had no "home" to return to. Shen Gurong felt a little guilty, so he asked Mu Ban to move to the newly built side room in Fanjiang Juzhengyuan.

Mu Ban was stunned for a long time before going to move things in silence.

Shen Gurong took Xiwu back to his room and said, "There are already people in Baishangshan helping you pack up your place. You will be able to move there in a few days..."

Xiwu looked at him confusedly, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

After Shen Gurong finished speaking, he turned to look at her and saw that she was dumbfounded: "Huh? What's wrong?"

Xi Wu was stunned for a long time, and then said calmly: "I only have a one-time relationship with the Immortal Lord, why do you want to help me like this?"

Shen Gurong thought for a while and said truthfully: "You look a lot like an old friend of mine."

Xiwu was stunned, thinking, just because of this, could he reveal his heart to a stranger?

It has always been difficult to enter Liren Peak. If it was just because of this face, Shen Gurong would have done his best to bring her into Liren Peak as an outer disciple or an entry disciple. She never expected that Shen Gurong would actually take her into the Liren Peak. He was accepted as a disciple of Nan Chuanjun.

Xiwu was silent for a long time, and when Shen Gurong finished her instructions and was about to go out, she suddenly spoke.

"Immortal Lord."

Shen Gurong was stunned for a moment, turned around and said with a smile: "Didn't I tell you to call me senior brother..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiwu's small body knelt on the ground.

Shen Gurong was startled and rushed to help her: "What's wrong? This is..."

Xiwu kowtowed heavily and said expressionlessly: "Xiwu has failed to show mercy to the Immortal Lord."

Shen Gurong's fingers trembled and he looked at her doubtfully.

Xiwu's face turned pale, and she fell on the ground again, muttering: "Someone wants me to harm the Holy Lord."

Shen Gurong was stunned. He lowered his eyes and looked at the trembling girl lying on the ground. After a long time, he lowered his body slightly and raised his hand to stroke Xi Wu's head.

Xiwu froze and slowly raised her head to look at him. Her originally dull face was already covered with tears.

Shen Gurong stretched out his hand to wipe away her tears and said calmly: "If you want to harm me, why do you say it?"

Xiwu raised her head to look at him. When she heard these gentle words, tears fell from her eyes in large numbers, instantly making her face wet.

"Because I don't want to..." Xiwu choked and said, "Xianjun is the person who treats me the best in this world."

Shen Gurong was still wiping her tears patiently. Hearing this, he thought to himself, if it was just a small favor, could it be considered the best way to treat her? Then what kind of life was she living before?

Shen Fengxue has a noble status and is at the top of his cultivation level. Those who have assassinated him over the years have not had a good end at all. It is impossible for the people in Fenglu City not to know that letting a child come close to Shen Fengxue is almost equal to death.

Shen Gurong sighed softly, gently raised his sleeves and wiped her face, saying: "Who wants to harm me? Feng Yun?"

Xiwu shook his head and said, "I don't know. He seems to be a ghost cultivator. He sneaked into my dream at night. He only asked me to come to Liren Peak to meet you and take the opportunity to assassinate him. If I don't respond, I won't be able to leave the dream."

The scene in the dream should be extremely terrifying. As Xiwu spoke, her thin body began to tremble again.

"Does anyone else know about this?"

Xiwu shook his head.

"Okay." Shen Gurong touched her head and helped her up, "This matter ends here. From now on, you will be the junior uncle of Liren Peak, so you don't have to worry about other things."

Xiwu looked at him blankly: "Xianjun, won't you... drive me away?"

In fact, what she wanted to ask was, won't you kill me?

Shen Gurong smiled and said, "I will never go back on my promise to go out."

Yugiri still looked uneasy.

Shen Gurong touched her head and said softly: "If he comes into your dream again, you will pretend to agree and then tell me, okay?"

Hearing this, Xiwu nodded quickly: "Yes."

Shen Gurong said a few more words to her to make her feel at ease, then turned and left.

As soon as he left the room, he saw Wen Liubing, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, standing in the corridor with the sword in his hand unsheathed.

Shen Gurong glanced at him and said, "Take it back."

Onew said in a cold voice: "But she wants to kill you."

Shen Gurong was not on guard against Xi Wu - not even a child who was so grateful to her would not kill him.

"If you wanted to assassinate someone, would you just send a child who has no power to restrain a chicken? This matter is full of weirdness. There is no need to rush it. It's just a child. Even if you have the intention, you won't hurt me."

Wen Liubing frowned.

"In the 23rd year of Yongping, the Bone Tomb..." Shen Gurong's thoughts were racing and he murmured in a low voice, "These are the words on the Water Ghost Bamboo Slip. He is thousands of miles away in Dongting, but he can accept Liren Peak. Under the command of the demonic cultivator at the bone burial mound, that demonic cultivator will most likely be able to meet people through dreams."

Wen Liubing put the sword back: "Master, do you think she was also ordered to come here by the demonic cultivator in the bone burial mound?"

Shen Gurong is a person who has written storybooks. His ability to imagine and connect plots is extremely rich. His ideas are extremely bold. After all, all the tragedies of Shen Fengxue in that book are all caused by the demon cultivator in the bone mound. I think there are two reasons. People also have different kinds of hatred.

Shen Gurong nodded and said without any guilt: "Nine times out of ten."

After all, in this world, he is the only one who knows the general direction.

Wen Liubing immediately said seriously: "Sanshui knows about it. I will keep a close eye on her. If there is any fluctuation in the ghost cultivator's spiritual power, I will inform the master."

Shen Gurong: "Yeah. By the way, she will be your junior uncle from now on."

Wen Liubing: "..."

Wen Liubing hesitated for a moment, but he was not as unacceptable as Mu Ban and Yu Xinghe. In his heart, he could accept everything the master said unconditionally.

"yes."

Shen Gurong glanced at him appreciatively, then turned and left.

Fanjiangju was renovated just like before. After Shen Gurong returned, Mu Ban had already moved his things to a side room and was practicing swordplay in the courtyard at this time.

Mu Ban is a prodigy who practices swordsmanship. Originally, Xi Guxing hated Mu Ban because of Li Suo's injury, but later he discovered that this son was extremely talented in sword training, and over time, he no longer had any prejudice against him, and instead taught him seriously.

Mu Ban's sword was taught by Xi Guxing step by step, and his moves were sharp. Dancing the sword under the fallen flowers seemed to be accompanied by bursts of frost and snow.

The young man's brows are stern, his green shirt and belt are wrapped with falling flowers, and the clouds are full of moonlight, just like an exquisite painting.

Shen Gurong's thoughts were flying wildly, and he was still thinking about whether to let Xi Guxing take him to the burial mound to meet the legendary demon cultivator who had a deep hatred against Shen Fengxue. However, as soon as he thought of this idea, he was overcome by a strange feeling. The force forced it down.

It was Shen Fengxue's remaining subconscious that told him not to approach that demon cultivator.

Shen Gurong had a headache, and it was uncomfortable to have his emotions controlled by others. When he was inexplicably irritable, he returned to Fanjiangju and saw Mu Ban's sword dance. He didn't know why his chaotic heart suddenly calmed down.

He did not disturb Mu Ban, and sat slowly on the stone bench nearby, holding his chin up and lazily watching the young man's sword dance.

A moment later, Mu Ban fluttered his sleeves and swung his sword, and a sharp sound cut through the sky, shaking the fallen leaves and petals on the ground, causing them to tumble in a circle and lift up one after another.

By the time Mu Ban took back his sword, his feet were already covered with layers of frost.

Shen Gurong: "Okay! Reward!"

Mu Ban: "..."

Only then did Mu Ban notice Shen Gurong beside him. He hurriedly put his sword behind his back and asked, "When did Master come?"

Shen Gurong sat lazily, holding his chin with his hand, and his bright red long sleeves slid down to his elbows, exposing his snow-like forearms - for some reason, he always relaxed easily in front of Mu Ban.

Shen Gurong said calmly: "I've been here for a long time - your sword practice is pretty good, Xi Guxing taught you very well."

Mu relegated: "Master praises me erroneously."

Shen Gurong glanced at the blue ribbon embroidered with the word "Chanwei" tied to his arm and asked, "When will the Chanwei Conference start?"

Mu Ban said: "Three days later."

Shen Gurong smiled and said, "Are you sure of winning the first prize?"

Mu Ban is already considered the leader of this generation. If nothing unexpected happens, he will most likely be the leader.

Mu Ban was very humble, nodded slightly and said, "Mu Ban will do his best."

Shen Gurong thought for a while, and during the monthly quizzes in the private school, his husband would always set some small prizes as rewards.

Because the things are different every time, Shen Gurong likes some and doesn't like some. Whenever he meets someone he likes, he will work hard to win, and he is bound to get such a reward; if he meets someone he doesn't like, he will be interested When I was tired, I lay down on the table and fell asleep.

Shen Gurong raised his head to speak and felt his neck hurt. He simply pulled Mu Ban's arm and asked him to sit across from him. He looked at Mu Ban seriously and said, "If you become the leader, Master will grant you something."

After Mu Ban sat down, he was a little startled when he heard these words: "Something?"

"Yeah." Shen Gurong said, "As long as it's what you want."

Mu Ban stared at Shen Gurong's beautiful face for a long time before saying, "Anything is okay?"

Shen Gurong: "Naturally."

Mu Ban pursed his lips slightly and whispered: "Yes, Mu Ban will definitely win the championship."

Shen Gurong was immediately relieved and felt that his teacher's teaching method was really effective. Just now, he had said cautiously, "Try your best". When he heard about the lottery, he immediately changed his mind.

The more Shen Gurong looked at Mu Ban, the more he liked him. He looked at the worn sword in Mu Ban's hand and said, "Huh?" "You don't have your own sword yet?"

Mu Ban put the slightly chipped sword in front of his eyes and looked at it, and said: "Yes, there is a sword pavilion in Fuxian City. The headmaster said before that he would take me there before the Chanwei Conference to find a natal sword, but then It seems that I was busy and forgot.”

Shen Gurong raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Then shall I accompany you?"
To be continued...