Shen Gurong still didn't know that he was his own father, and was currently huddled in the brocade quilt and sleeping soundly.
When he met the water ghost when he went down the mountain, Shen Gurong didn't get much rest at all. He finally lay comfortably on the bed. After falling asleep for a while, he started to dream again.
In the dream, it was still the familiar vast snow.
Shen Gurong's face was full of confusion. He didn't know why he suddenly had this dream again. Did Shen Feng Xue still have something to say?
Not far away, Shen Feng Xue was kneeling on the snow, his eyes covered with bloodstains. His hands seemed to be bound by invisible forces. He was struggling desperately to move forward but could not move at all.
Shen Gurong looked at it blankly, staggered two steps forward, and vaguely heard Shen Feng Xue's hoarse voice.
"I didn't go crazy, I'm sober now."
Shen Gurong was stunned.
A strong wind blew, and after the snowstorm passed, Wen Liubing, dressed in black, knelt on one knee in front of Shen Feng Xue, with the Lanting Sword in his hand lying horizontally on the ground.
"Master." Wen Liubing's eyes were deep and he said in a deep voice, "No matter what you ask me to do, Sanshui will do it for you."
Shen Feng Xue seemed to have lost all his strength. He lowered his eyes slightly, his white hair was hanging down, and he even spoke as softly as a feather: "Ask them to let me out, I want to see Mu Zhe."
Wen Liubing held the sword and was about to leave. Shen Feng Xue seemed to suddenly react and said: "Wait, wait."
Wen Liubing turned around.
Shen Feng Xue slowly raised his head. The blood-stained ice silk was no longer useful. His eyes were distracted and he murmured: "Where is Mu Zhe?"
Wen Liubing hesitated for a moment and then said: "He has been imprisoned in the crypt."
Shen Feng Xue was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly he struggled like crazy. There seemed to be the sound of chains colliding on his wrists. His voice sounded like he was holding back tears, and he said sternly: "He is still a child! Why do they always want to kill him!?"
Wen Liubing knelt down again and tried to hold Shen Feng Xue's shoulders, but was thrown away by him.
Two lines of bloody tears slowly shed from Shen Feng Xue's empty eyes: "Hypocrisy... They are all a group of hypocritical people. They keep saying they are good for me, but they refuse to let him live..."
Wen Liubing looked at him and said softly: "Master, do you want Mu Zhe to live in exile?"
Shen Feng Xue lowered his head and stopped talking.
Wen Liubing said: "Master wants him to live, so Sanshui will let him live."
Shen Feng Xue did not reply to this sentence, but said softly: "Go."
Wen Liubing looked down at him for a long time, then turned and left while holding the sword.
Shen Gurong looked confused, this...
Is this related to Mu Zhe's relegation?
In the book, Mu Zhe was supposed to be imprisoned in the crypt after killing Li Suo. At that time, the book clearly stated that Shen Feng Xue was seriously injured and was in coma for several years. This dream...
Why does Shen Feng Xue seem to be locked up?
Shen Gurong has always had a doubt since he read the book. It was obvious that Mu Zhe was banished because the plague ghost took his body and he accidentally killed Li Suo. Why, after the plague ghost was eliminated, did Liren Peak still keep an innocent child in a crypt like that place where monsters are everywhere and he could die at any time?
Could it be that it was not for punishment, but simply to banish Mu Zhe to death?
Shen Gurong was thinking wildly when he heard heavy footsteps behind him. He turned around in confusion, but was so frightened that he stayed where he was.
Not far away, Wen Liubing was dressed in black, staggering over holding a sword. Half of his face was covered in bloodstains, and a large amount of blood poured out from his waist and abdomen and fell down along the hem of his clothes. The ground was covered with hideous bloodstains.
Shen Gurong was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. He immediately stepped forward to help steady Wen Liubing, but when he rushed forward, he realized that he could not touch the person in his dream.
Wen Liubing's face turned pale, he staggered for a few steps, and finally couldn't hold on anymore and knelt on the ground holding his sword.
Shen Gurong had never seen a dead person, and he didn't know where it came from, but he could sense the aura of a dying person on his body.
Perhaps it was because his breathing was getting weaker and weaker, or perhaps because the smell of death was getting stronger and stronger, Shen Gurong froze in place as he stretched out his hand to help him.
Wen Liubing's eyes were empty. Even though he was injured like this, he still insisted on opening the stone door to see Shen Feng Xue.
He reached out in vain, but caught nothing.
"Master..."
Then, Wen Liubing's whole body hit the ground, only three steps away from the stone door.
His eyes were slightly open, and his pupils had lost their luster.
Shen Gurong said calmly: "Three, three waters..."
"Sanshui!"
Shen Gurong screamed and opened his eyes suddenly.
He was panting, taking in big gulps of the cold air.
After three breaths, Wen Liubing neatly climbed in through the back window and said: "Master!"
Shen Gurong was still in shock. In front of him was Wen Liubing, who was still covered in blood. There was a buzzing in his ears, and he didn't hear what Wen Liubing was saying at all.
Wen Liubing had already checked the entire place and found that there were no enemies. Then he sat back on the bed and asked worriedly: "Master, are you having a nightmare?"
The feeling in the dream was so real that Shen Gurong couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
He raised his eyes blankly and glanced at Wen Liubing. His eldest disciple looked down at him. There was only longing and submission for him in his cold eyes, as if...if he asked Wen Liubing to die now, he would just draw his sword and kill himself without asking a question.
"No..." Shen Gurong said calmly, "No."
Wen Liubing breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm here to guard you."
It took Shen Gurong a long time to come back to his senses. He nodded slowly, glanced at Wen Liubing, and then buried his body in the quilt.
But this time, he couldn't sleep no matter what.
Shen Gurong has had two dreams since he came to this world, and both of them were related to Shen Feng Xue.
In the book, according to Shen Feng Xue's perspective, Wen Liubing's ending has never appeared. Now according to the dream, Wen Liubing should have died outside the cave where Shen Feng Xue was imprisoned shortly after Mu Zhe was banished to the crypt.
So how did Wen Liubing die?
And the reason why Mu Zhe was able to live peacefully in the crypt for ten years was also related to Wen Liubing's death?
Shen Gurong suddenly didn't dare to think about it carefully.
He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, and finally couldn't help but lift the quilt and said to Wen Liubing who was meditating in the outer room: "Sanshui."
Wen Liubing was on call and came in quickly: "Master, I'm here."
Shen Gurong said seriously: "If I asked you to do something that might cost you your life, would you do it?"
Wen Liubing said without thinking, "I can do it."
Shen Gurong: "..."
Shen Gurong couldn't help scolding him: "Are you a fool? You know you will lose your life but you still do it?!"
Wen Liubing didn't understand why: "I will do whatever Master asks me to do."
Shen Gurong recalled Wen Liubing's exact words in his dream, and was stunned for a long time before looking at him with a complicated expression.
Wen Liubing tilted his head: "Master, you are so strange today. Is there something wrong?"
Shen Gurong waved his hand: "Go back to sleep, don't stay here anymore."
Wen Liubing said "Oh" and went back obediently.
Shen Gurong breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he still thought too much.
Li Suo and Mu Zhe are fine now, as long as he doesn't let Wen Liubing do anything that will cost him his life. According to Wen Liubing's cultivation level, few people in the Three Realms can kill him.
Thinking of this, Shen Gurong felt a little relieved.
Before, he just wanted to protect Mu Zhe and banished Yu Xinghe, but now it seems that he has to add another big disciple.
Shen Gurong suffered from insomnia until midnight, so that when Xi Guxing came to see him after morning class the next morning, he was still fast asleep.
Xi Guxing opened his quilt unceremoniously, sat on the edge of the bed and crossed his legs, smiling half-heartedly and said: "Eleven, I heard something very interesting, do you want to listen to it together?"
Shen Gurong didn't even sleep for an hour before he was woken up. Without opening his eyes, he frowned and kicked over.
Xi Guxing remained unmoved and told Shen Gurong the rumors he heard today whilst using his spiritual power to cultivate.
"Eleven, have you decided what the illegitimate child's name will be? Shen Jiujiu? Shen Fenghuang?"
Shen Gurong: "..."
Shen Gurong didn't have to coax himself this time, he was completely awake.
"Wait for me." He quickly got up, groped around twice, and said, "What did you say? I can't see."
Xi Guxing made a "tsk" sound and picked up the ice ribbon from under the bed and handed it to Shen Gurong.
Shen Gurong tied up the ice yarn and then understood what Xi Guxing said.
He pointed at himself with wide eyes: "Me? The illegitimate son of the Holy King?"
Xi Guxing nodded with a smile on his face.
Shen Gurong: "Who passed it on?"
Xi Guxing: "Who knows, everyone is saying so now anyway."
As he spoke, he lifted Shen Gurong's chin and looked around at the little face, and said, "But yes, with this face and the ice silk, anyone with a discerning eye will definitely think of you."
Shen Gurong opened his hand and glared at him: "Don't say sarcastic words. Did you clarify it for me?"
Xi Guxing was very confused: "Why clarify this? Why can't you since you have nothing to do? I'm very busy."
Shen Gurong: "..."
If you are very busy, where will you find the time to use your cultivation to eavesdrop on other people's gossip?!
Xi Guxing saw that his face was full of lovelessness, and finally his conscience found out and comforted him: "Besides, how do you want me to clarify? You said that you are Holy Lord Shen, but you accidentally absorbed the spiritual power of the Phoenix into your body and turned into a Phoenix cub, and then because of your contract with the Phoenix..."
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Gurong interrupted him: "Let them misunderstand, stop talking!"
Only then did Xi Guxing stop talking, his brows and eyes still had the look of watching a good show.
Shen Gurong fell down weakly and said: "Go and do your work, Sect Leader."
Xi Guxing flicked his head impatiently before standing up and walking away.
It is said throughout Liren Peak that the illegitimate son of Holy Lord Shen has moved into Fanjiang Residence. After morning classes, there are always people in groups of two or three poking their heads in to take a look at the son of the Holy Lord.
Although Wen Liubing drove everyone away, Shen Gurong was still so embarrassed that he didn't even dare to go out. He only waited for when the phoenix spiritual power would completely dissipate from his spiritual veins.
Three days later, Shen Gurong finally couldn't bear the suffocation. Taking advantage of the early morning class when no one was around, he sneaked out of the Fanjiang Residence and ran around the Bodhi tree to relieve the suffocation he felt these days.
There is nothing in Lotus Lake. The white crane that usually pecks its feathers in the lake has disappeared.
Shen Gurong didn't want to go back. After sitting by the Lotus Lake for a long time, suddenly an idea flashed and he ran back to the room to find pen and ink paper, planning to draw a painting of Lotus Lake.
His hands were too small and it was difficult to hold the pen, but he still tried his best, smearing ink on his fingers.
Probably because he was afraid that someone would suddenly come over, Shen Gurong climbed up the Bodhi tree with all his strength, and chose a place with a good view to sit cross-legged. The tree trunk was so thick that he could not fall off even if he was lying on it.
With the cover of the branches, Shen Gurong started painting happily.
For half an hour, he looked at the crooked painting in his hand and fell into deep thought.
If the gentleman who taught him painting saw this painting, he would be so angry that he would beat him with a bamboo stick.
Shen Gurong balled it up and threw it aside, and continued to look for different angles to view it, planning to avenge his shame.
But before he started, his sight fell on the opposite side of Lotus Lake.
In a small pavilion by the lake, a graceful woman in a red shirt stood facing the wind. Even though she was so far away, Shen Gurong still saw her emotional face and it fascinated him.
The woman's face was like a peach blossom, and a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows made her look even more attractive. She lowered her long eyelashes and seemed to be looking at the lotus flowers in the lake. The corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she smiled sweetly.
Shen Gurong took a look, his eyes lit up, he immediately found a blank piece of paper, held a pen and began to draw the beauty by the lake.
He drew a line first, and then realized later that there were no female cultivators in Liren Peak. Where did this beautiful sister come from?
Shen Gurong thought for a while, and suddenly remembered what Xi Guxing had been saying before, that his second senior sister seemed to be coming back in the next few days.
Second senior sister!
Shen Gurong had always thought that the disciples taught by Liren Peak were often as rough as Xi Guxing and Wen Liubing, who would draw their swords at the slightest disagreement. At this time, he finally saw a pleasant and beautiful senior sister, which made Shen Gurong cheer up a little.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw his beautiful senior sister smile slightly, raise her slender fingers and quickly make a seal towards the river.
He didn't know what the seal was, but as soon as he dropped his finger, the entire Lotus Lake boiled, as if turned into boiling water. There was a loud bang, and countless dark demons screamed ferociously and jumped out of the lake, turning into a wisp of ashes and disappearing in the sun.
Shen Gurong: "..."
This, this, this...
Shen Gurong was so shocked that he dropped his pen.
The sound of the pen falling on the ground was caught by the second senior sister on the other side of the Lotus Lake. Her eyes were narrow and long, and her smile was full of charm. She smiled slightly, moved her sleeves, and walked over on the water.
Shen Gurong was still comforting himself: at least he was a beautiful sister. Being able to fight was better than being weak and being bullied. She was much better than those rough guys.
He had just adjusted his mood when he lowered his head and saw that the Second Senior Sister, who was on the other side just now, had walked under the tree and was looking at him tenderly with curved eyes.
Shen Gurong: "..."
Shen Gurong was startled and fell down from the tree.
There was a feeling of weightlessness, and Shen Gurong's eyes closed instinctively, but the pain did not hit him. A pair of hands gently held him in his arms, and a refreshing scent of pine resin wafted towards him.
Shen Gurong opened his eyes blankly, and then realized that he was being held in the arms of the second senior sister.
Inexplicably, Shen Gurong blushed.
He has never been so close to a woman since he was a child. He doesn't know why his heart is still beating uncontrollably even though he has no romantic feelings for the beauty.
His heart was beating wildly when he heard his beautiful senior sister say softly in a low and clear male voice: "Guxing told me and I still didn't believe it. Now it seems that Eleven has really changed a lot."
Shen Gurong: "..."
Shen Gurong: "???"
Had a feeling that'd be the case somehow 😂
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