Mu Ban "understood" the master's meaning, stepped forward and said to Shen Gurong: "Let me dry the master's hair."

Shen Gurong was obviously overjoyed, but he quickly suppressed it. He pretended to be indifferent and nodded, OK.

Shen Gurong didn't pay attention when he was taking a bath. He raised his hand to pour water on the top of his hair. He accidentally poured a lot of water into his left ear. He frowned and rubbed it, and immediately retracted his hand before touching it twice.

If fox ears grow on other people's heads, Shen Gurong can scream until he loses his voice, but if they grow on his own head, Shen Gurong needs courage to even touch them, let alone rub the water inside.

Fortunately, his disciple is very good at observing words and expressions.

Shen Gurong was very satisfied.

Mu Ban stood at the edge of the bed, lowered his eyes and stroked Shen Gurong's white hair, using his spiritual power to wipe away the moisture from his hair bit by bit.

Shen Gurong was caressed again until his whole body was numb, and his eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist. This feeling was comfortable and soft. Although he could wave away Mu Ban's hand by raising his hand, Shen Gurong couldn't even move his fingertips. Can't get up.

The pleasure of being caressed made Shen Gurong unable to stop, and he wanted to slam his whole head into Mu Ban's warm palm.

Mu Ban smoothed his hair while staring at the pricked ears in trance.

His master... was an extremely miraculous person. He was obviously higher in cultivation than anyone else, but he behaved like a mortal who could not live in the world.

Practitioners often use meditation to replace ordinary people's rest, but Shen Gurong is different. He has to go to bed and sleep every day. He is not meditating, but truly falling into a deep sleep, and his consciousness is groggy;

When I wake up in the morning, I still feel like a child arguing with myself.

——Obviously, all you need to do is use your spiritual power to drive away the fatigue in your meridians.

But Shen Gurong doesn't.

Also, after every bath, he would never take the initiative to dry his hair with spiritual power. Instead, he seemed to be accustomed to being served by mortals using dry towels to dry his hair bit by bit.

Mu Ban once went to ask Xi Guxing.

Xi Guxing sneered: "He has been very squeamish since he came to Liren Peak, and he will never use his spiritual power to do these things."

Mu Ban was startled for a moment and asked: "Why?"

The smile on Xi Guxing's face froze, and then he said angrily: "Of course it's because Master loves him."

Mu was hesitant, even if he doted on him, he would not be doted on like this.

Mu Ban absentmindedly stroked his half-dried hair, and then drew out the water stains from Shen Gu Ronghu's ears.

When it was almost done, Mu's banishment was brewing for a long time before he plucked up the courage and asked softly: "Master, you..."

Shen Gurong made a vague nasal sound: "Huh?"

Mu Ban's fingertips grasped Shen Gurong's white hair tightly. He took a deep breath and asked an extremely treasonous question.

"Are you... a mortal?"

It is extremely difficult for mortals to practice Taoism. Mu Ban is an out-and-out mortal. If it weren't for Shen Fengxue's countless elixirs and half of Yuan Dan, he might not be able to enter Taoism in this life.

But Shen Gurong... seems to be different.

Mu Ban once went to the Liren Peak Bookstore to check Shen Fengxue's disciple list.

Shen Fengxue has been protected by the entire sect since he entered Liren Peak. At that time, even Chao Jiuxiao, who hated him the most, would not look at him coldly, looking at him as if...

Mu Ban frowned when he saw it.

It's as if... the entire Liren Peak owes Shen Fengxue something.

And Shen Gurong's series of actions were very similar to those of ordinary people, which gave Mu Ban the courage to think deeply.

If his master was also a mortal before entering Liren Peak, would it also prove why he was so caring about himself, who was also a mortal?

After he finished speaking, he waited nervously for Shen Gurong's answer.

Shen Gurong was silent for a long time, and his breathing was inexplicably rapid. Mu Ban retracted his hand in shock, and the cool white hair slowly flowed out from between his fingers.

Shen Gurong's shoulders trembled slightly, and she turned her back to him without saying a word and did not answer.

Mu Ban just woke up from a dream, lowered his head and said calmly: "Master, I made a mistake."

Shen Gurong still remained silent.

Only then did Mu Ban realize something was wrong. He raised his hand and pressed Shen Gurong's shoulder in confusion: "Master?"

There was a buzzing in Shen Gurong's ears, and he didn't hear what Mu Ban was saying just now. His body trembled slightly, and he felt a hand on his shoulder in a daze, and the warm palm touched his through the thin clothes. The skin touched each other, and just a small touch made Shen Gurong shiver uncontrollably. Without thinking, he raised his hand to hold Mu Han's hand and shook him away with force.

Bang.

Mu Ban was caught off guard and was thrown directly to the bookshelf, and his back almost hit the wall.

He managed to steady his body and looked at Shen Gurong in astonishment.

"Master?"

Just one glance, and he suddenly froze.

Shen Gurong was sitting on the edge of the bed in thin white clothes. He seemed to be extremely uncomfortable. He opened his lips slightly and gasped hard. The mist in his eyes had condensed into water droplets, which could not fall off on his long eyelashes. .

He put his hands on the edge of the bed, gasped a few times, and then groaned uncontrollably as if he couldn't bear it anymore, and then he bit his lip to swallow the sound.

It looked like he had taken some kind of medicine.

Mu Ban was stunned and felt at a loss for a moment.

Shen Gurong closed his eyes, and the water drops on his eyelashes rolled down his cheeks like jade beads. He whispered: "Go, call the headmaster."

Mu Ban said nonchalantly: "You..."

Shen Gurong: "Go quickly!"

Mu Ban immediately went out to summon Xi Guxing.

Hearing the door being closed, Shen Gurong's arms went limp, and he fell limply on the soft bed. He stared at the bed curtain above his head with hazy eyes, his mind was so confused that he didn't even know what he was thinking.

In a trance, someone walked up to him. The tall figure blocked the light, and the shadowy face could not be seen clearly.

"Are you sure you want to join the Tao?"

Shen Gurong looked at him blankly, trying hard to identify his face, but his sight was always blocked by a cloud of white mist.

In a state of confusion, he was no longer lying on the couch, but at the edge of the deep pool.

He glanced aside, and the words Fengyutan came into view.

A hand stretched out in front of him, with a glass bottle in the palm.

"This is the elixir for cleansing the essence and marrow." The man said, "If you are really determined to become a mortal and enter the Tao, then take it and jump into the deep pool."

Shen Gurong looked at it blankly.

"The pain of washing the essence and cutting the marrow is comparable to Ling Chi. You may die of pain before the elixir can take effect."

"You have to think clearly."

Shen Gurong immediately wanted to shake his head.

"No, I'm afraid of pain, so I don't want to join the Tao."

The next moment, he watched helplessly as he stretched out a hand and held the glass bottle in his hand.

Shen Fengxue's voice came, and he said coldly: "I think clearly."

After that, he drank the medicine in one gulp and jumped into the wind and rain pool.

Before Shen Gurong could react, a sharp pain like a knife pierced through his limbs, and water poured in from all directions.

The dull pain came one after another, as if it would never stop like a stormy sea. Shen Gurong couldn't even scream, letting the water and pain drown him.

Shen Gurong didn't know where he had the energy, but he still had time to think: "Is this Shen Fengxue's memory? In the early days, didn't he... use countless elixirs to build his cultivation? That elixir... …”

Could it be this kind of elixir that cleanses the muscles and marrow that causes him pain?

The meridians in his body had been crushed and reunited countless times before a hand finally pulled him out of the deep pool.

The man said: "I have not yet entered the Tao."

Shen Fengxue was soaked to the skin and his face was as pale as paper. He gritted his teeth and said, "Come again."

Another bottle of elixir.

It was too difficult for a mortal to enter the Tao. Shen Gurong couldn't remember how many times Shen Fengxue had used the elixir. He seemed to be sitting in a row, surrounded by water and pain again and again, as if he was trapped in a purgatory from which he could never escape.

Finally, the voice that had been ruthlessly saying "I have not yet entered the Tao" countless times said softly.

"Already entered."

Shen Gurong was startled, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could relax, someone suddenly poured a bucket of cold water on his face.

He looked around blankly.

There was no one there, even the man who had been talking to him had disappeared.

Shen Gurong thought blankly: Where did this place come from? Shouldn't I be living in Fanjiangju?

Who poured water on me?

Pan Jiang is in the middle.
To be continued...