Even though he was held in Mu Ban's arms, Shen Gurong's hand still did not loosen at all. He seemed determined to go home and strangle himself here.

Mu Ban couldn't pry Shen Gurong's hand off no matter how hard he tried, and almost went crazy: "Master! Master..."

In the end, he had no choice but to forcefully use his cultivation to penetrate into Shen Gurong's consciousness. With a sudden shock, Shen Gurong's eyes instantly became distracted, and his body fell limp in Mu Ban's arms, completely losing consciousness.

Mu Ban hugged him and stared at him blankly for a long time before hugging him tightly in his arms.

The overwhelming fear almost swallowed him up.

If he was one step late, would his master really strangle him to death in this dirty wilderness?

What happened to him in Fengdu that made him so cruel to himself?

Mu Ban hugged him for a long time, until his hands completely regained their composure, and then he hugged Shen Gurong sideways in his arms with red eyes.

Taoist deeds are scattered around, slowly leading to a road to Fengdu.

Shen Gurong did not leave Fengdu too far, and soon Mu Ban carried him to the spiritual boat.

Yu Xinghe was waiting there. When he saw the two coming back, he immediately waved happily: "Master, senior brother... hmm? Master, what's the matter?"

He jumped down from the spiritual boat and walked over quickly.

Mu Ban's face was gloomy, he glanced coldly at the gate of Fengdu, and said: "There is something wrong with Fengdu. I will go with you to have a look tomorrow."

Yu Xinghe nodded and glanced worriedly at Shen Gurong in his arms: "Master, he..."

Mu Ban didn't say much, he raised his hand and threw out the mustard seeds, and the place turned into a huge Fan Jiangju and appeared on the spot.

"Master needs to rest, don't disturb him."

Yu Xinghe was very obedient and said: "Okay."

Mu Ban carried Shen Gurong into the mustard seed.

Shen Gurong fell into a coma all night, and Mu Ban also sat by the couch and stayed with him all night.

When looking for Shen Gu Rong, Mu Ban initially followed Dao Lvqi to Fengdu, but not long after he walked in, Dao Lvqi suddenly flew out of the city as if he was crazy, and finally stopped in a deserted suburb.

Shen Gurong, who was wearing white hair and blue clothes, was holding her neck while crying.

Mu Ban didn't know what happened to Shen Gurong, but what he was sure of was that the little master, who had always been so cheerful and joyful, could actually be cruel to him and forcefully end his own life in the most painful and struggling way. Feng Du It's definitely inseparable.

Mu Ban held Shen Gurong's cold hand tightly, panicking as if his heart was about to jump out of his heart.

He suddenly had a strange premonition that the young master who was so popular with his jokes and publicity... might not come back.

Mu Ban stayed with her quietly all night. After dawn, Yu Xinghe suddenly heard an exclamation from outside Fanjiangju.

Mu Ban hesitated for a moment, then gently put Shen Gurong's hand back into the brocade quilt, turned around and walked out of Fanjiangju.

Yu Xinghe was on the boat, probably just getting up, and was rubbing his eyes in a disheveled manner.

Mu Ban said: "What's wrong?"

Yu Xinghe pointed at Fengdu not far away with trembling hands, his eyes full of fear: "Senior brother, Fengdu..."

Mu Ban looked up and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Fengdu, which was still a normal city last night, seemed to have had a layer of illusion dissipated by water after the dawn light shrouded it, revealing its original appearance.

The entire city seemed to have been burned by fire, with dark scorch marks everywhere and ruins everywhere. Even half of the city gate collapsed, and the long street that was burned into ruins could be vaguely seen inside.

On top of the half-destroyed city, a mostly burned city plaque was exposed.

Two words can be clearly seen above.

Yu Xinghe murmured: "Hui Lun..."

The next moment, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky out of thin air, seeming to frighten something.

Yu Xinghe was so frightened that he almost jumped up and said in shock: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Mu Ban glanced at the cloudless sky with a gloomy expression, and said coldly: "It's nothing, I just didn't know which saint was disturbed."

Yu Xinghe looked confused: "Ah? What?"

Mu was relegated but said nothing.

He was already in the Mahayana stage, and when the thunder from the sky sounded, he could distinguish whether it was the shock of the saint or the thunder punishment from heaven.

Thunder punishment from heaven is often fast and severe, striking down the sky without giving anyone a chance to react.

But the thunder just now was the power of a monk.

There are enlightened saints who are peering into the three realms and do not allow anyone to mention the words "Huilu City".

The only person who has ascended to become a saint in the three realms and cut off cause and effect is Nanshangjun of Liren Peak.

Away from Nanjing.

Yu Xinghe just said two words "Hui Lun" to make Nanshangjun, who was thousands of miles away, issue a thunder warning. Is he... hiding something?

And he has been ascending for many years, but he has always stayed in the Three Realms. Is it because there is something that has become an obsession and cannot be let go?

Mu Ban vaguely knew that he seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, but he did not dare to think about it in detail.

The two of them walked into Huilu City, and there were traces of burning everywhere. Just by looking at those traces, you could tell how big the fire was that year, and how it could burn the entire city to this level.

The ghosts all over the city have disappeared.

Yu Xinghe felt a little scared and said calmly: "Here...it seems that there are no clues to be found during the day."

Perhaps only when the city gates are wide open at night, they can learn the clues about the thirteen plague ghosts from those ghosts.

Mu Ban thought for a long time before nodding: "Okay, we'll come back tonight."

Mu Ban felt so secure that Yu Xinghe was originally extremely afraid of the ghost town, but now his eyes lit up when he heard this, and he nodded desperately: "Yeah!"

Mu Ban absentmindedly left the city and returned to Luocheng. After a few words of instruction with Yu Xinghe, he entered Fanjiangju.

Shen Gurong had woken up and was sitting on his knees next to the small case, his eyes lowered and he was writing something on the paper with his pen.

His mood seemed very mild, his expression was relaxed, his white hair was raised high with a hairband, and he was wearing the green robe of a pastoral minister. He supported his chin with one hand and wrote nonchalantly on the paper with the other hand.

thing.

He looked casual and energetic, with a sly smile on his lips, and his eyes kept glancing out of the window, as if he was making up his mind to sneak out to play.

She no longer pretends to be calm as Shen Fengxue, nor does she have the hysterical desperation that wanted to strangle herself to death yesterday.

If it weren't for the burning bruises and pinch marks on his neck, Mu Ban would have almost thought that last night's scene was just a nightmare he had.

However, seeing that Shen Gurong had returned to normal, Mu was relieved without leaving any trace. He walked over and knelt down opposite Shen Gurong, and said softly: "Master."

Shen Gurong didn't seem to see him and was still writing something on the paper.

Mu Ban didn't notice anything wrong, so he stepped forward and took a quick look, and found that Shen Gurong's handwriting was exactly the same as what Shen Fengxue taught him in his previous life.

Mu Ban was stunned for a moment.

In this life, Shen Fengxue's handwriting is completely different from that in the previous life. It seems that he deliberately changed the handwriting. After Shen Gurong disguised himself as Shen Fengxue, it seemed that he was also deliberately learning his handwriting to avoid being found out that he was "taking over", so

Mu Ban didn't even notice the change in handwriting for a while.

But now...

Mu Ban took a breath, forced a smile, and said softly: "Master, what are you copying?"

Shen Gurong turned a deaf ear and twirled one hand around a lock of white hair hanging on his shoulder. Probably because he was too tired to copy it, he took the lock of hair in his mouth, bit it gently as if to vent his anger, and said vaguely : "I don't want to copy books."

Mu was stunned for a moment.

Shen Gurong complained vaguely while copying books in distress: "I want to go out and play, not copy books."

Mu Ban finally realized something was wrong. He held Shen Gurong's hand and said with difficulty: "Master?"

Shen Gurong glanced at him blankly under his ice-shrouded eyes, but he took it back without even realizing it. He continued to immerse himself in copying the annoying book in distress.

Mu Ban sat aside and looked at him fearfully.

What Shen Gurong was copying was the Disciple Regulations and Academic Notes. His handwriting was made of iron and painted with silver hooks. He was very neat at first, but the more he copied, the more irritable and playful he became. Finally, he copied the words "forbidden to be published". "Yu, when it can be said," he bit his pen and thought for a while, then murmured in a low voice: "Let me go out to play, is the most appropriate way to teach."

He secretly wrote "play" one stroke at a time in the lower right corner of the paper.

Want to play.

Mu Ban's heart almost reached his throat. He stepped forward with difficulty, raised his hand to hold the side of Shen Gurong's face, and murmured: "Master, you... do you know who I am?"

Shen Gurong was forced by him to look at him, and their eyes finally met.

Mu Ban's lips trembled and she looked at him almost begging.

Shen Gurong stared at him blankly for a long time, then suddenly said "Ah", stepped forward and asked doubtfully: "Are you here to copy the book for me?"

Mu was stunned for a moment.

Shen Gurong looked outside slyly, as if he was worried that his husband would come suddenly. He urged Mu to banish him: "Isn't that right?"

Mu Ban didn't know how to answer. When he met Shen Gurong's unfamiliar gaze, he nodded with difficulty after a long while.

"yes."

Shen Gurong was so happy that he quickly pulled him to the desk, handed him the pen, pointed to a line in the academic note, and said: "Here, start copying from here. The handwriting should be more similar."
To be continued...