The next morning, the morning bell rang, and Chen Gurong rubbed his waist and sat up in a daze.

He was messy and sat on the couch for a long time before he realized that he was going to go to morning class today.

"Young Master, why do you have to cause trouble for yourself? You are a saint, and you still have to go to morning class."

"Yes, yes, it's so painful. Just go directly to the Book Pavilion to find the elders and ask them, wouldn't it be enough?"

"I have already told Mu Zhe, so I'd better get up first."

"But I don't think about it, don't think about it..."

Mu Zhe came over and called Chen Gu Rong to get up. Before he could enter the door, he heard his master being fussy again.

"No, no."

"Get up, get up."

Mu Zhu: "..."

The lazy and sleepy "No" made Mu Zhe uncontrollably recall the ambiguous "No" that sounded in his ear last night with a whimpering ambiguous "No".

Mu Zhe's face turned red immediately.

He stood outside the door, silently reciting the Heart Sutra completely calmed down the heat on his face, and then he pushed the door in.

"Master."

The master had already had a good time, turned his head and yawned, looked at Mu Zhe lazily, tilted his head, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with your mouth?"

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Zhe silently recited countless meditation sutras before he could calm down, and his emotions were out of control again. He looked flustered and quickly lowered his head and said vaguely: "No, nothing."

Chen Gurong didn't think much about it, so he stayed to change his clothes and went to Changying Mountain Zhibai Hall with Mu Zui.

The two of them came a little late. The disciples who were in the morning class had arrived. They accidentally looked up and saw Bing Xiao covering her eyes. Chen Gu Rong was stunned.

Then the whole Zhibai Hall became a mess.

Chen Gurong was in seclusion for ten years, and then rarely appeared in front of the disciples of Liren Peak. This was the first time these new disciples had seen the legendary Saint King Chen who became a saint.

Zhibaitang's disciples were full of longing and excitement, and instinctively suppressed the screams and maintained their last rationality.

Chen Gurong walked in without changing his expression, and chose a seat in the corner with Mu Ed, and sat down with his robe.

Mu Zhe frowned, swept the stunned disciples around him, and whispered in displeasure: "Don't you know the etiquette?"

Only then did everyone wake up as if they were dreaming and get up in panic to salute.

"I've seen the Holy Lord."

Chen Gurong raised his hand slightly and said coldly: "I'm fine, let's go to morning class."

The disciples sat back in panic and began to whisper.

"It's the Holy Lord Chen ahhh!"

"This is the first time I have seen a living Holy Lord! Oh my God!!"

"It's so terrible, so terrible, so terrible, is this the pressure of the Mahayana period? Woo... my legs are weak."

"It is said in the secret that Shengjun Chen is the best beauty in the Three Realms, it is true..."

"I didn't want to come to Liren Peak, but he is so beautiful and so strong!"

Not long after these disciples started, most of their cultivation levels were just foundation building. This level of cultivation was transmitted under the noses of one Mahayana stage and one Nascent Soul stage, which was almost equivalent to telling the world loudly.

Mu Ei frowned even more, and Chen Gurong was quite happy to hear it. He supported his jaw and listened to this and that. Someone praised him for being good-looking and he would look at the disciple more.

Mu Zhe was upset by the screams in his ears, or simply not wanting his master to give more eyes to others, so he raised his hand and knocked on the table, and said coldly: "Don't send any more voices."

Disciples: "..."

Everyone whined, and then realized that high cultivation level could really do whatever they wanted and was completely quiet.

If you can't hear the voice transmission from others, you can hear the words in your heart more clearly.

"Well? Why don't you send a message? Keep it up, praise it louder."

Mu Zhu: "..."

Chen Gurong waited for a while without waiting for someone to praise him, so he had to wait bored for the elder of the Book Pavilion to come.

He glanced at Mu Zhe who was sitting right aside, and suddenly thought, "What's going on with his mouth? Why does it look like he's bitten?"

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Ze's head hung lowered.

Chen Gurong was a little drowsy as he studied it. Perhaps because the sex period brought by the spiritual power of the demon cultivator yesterday had just passed, Chen Gurong was very tired and started dozing off after sitting for a while.

He didn't want to fall asleep, but his consciousness fell into darkness little by little.

Mu Eli Yu Guang kept sweeping him. Seeing his head bit by bit, he seemed to be about to fall asleep. When Shen Gurong leaned towards the wall next to him, he suddenly reached out to hold his head, not letting him hit the wall directly.

The disciples next to him did not dare to look at Chen Gurong directly, so they didn't know that Chen Gurong, who was regarded as the cold saint of the Three Realms, was sleeping soundly on his disciple's forearm without restraint.

A quarter of an hour later, the elder of the Book Pavilion yawned into Zhibai Hall.

He was sleepy and raised his hand to knock on the table, saying, "I'll teach Taoism today."

The sound of knocking on the table woke Chen Gurong up directly. He trembled suddenly and murmured: "Do you know you're wrong?"

Mu Zhu: "..."

Chen Gurong slowly woke up after he finished speaking.

He first glanced at Mu Zhe with sleepy eyes, then tilted his head and stared at the table for a while, and suddenly he seemed to remember something and took a breath of air conditioning uncontrollably.

The elder of the Book Pavilion was a little impatient by the noise. He was about to scold his disciple, but his eyes swept and fell on Shen Gurong's cold face.

Elder: "…"

The elder almost spoke up and swallowed it back immediately. He laughed dryly and nodded, "Saint Lord, are there any problems?"

Chen Gurong didn't hear what he was saying at all, he almost collapsed.

"Ahhhh--"

"I actually... have a spring dream?"

Mu Zhu: "..."

Chen Gurong: "The target is Mu Zhuo! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Mu Zhuo: "???"

Mu Edward, who was a little unhappy when he heard Chen Gurong's dream, was immediately overjoyed and stared at him uncontrollably.

Since Master... also had a spring dream about me, does that mean that I still have hope?

Just as he was thinking happily, he heard Chen Gurong think wildly: "I actually bit his lip and asked him if he knew he was wrong? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Mu Zhu: "..."

Mu Ei seemed to be poured cold water on his head.

That is not a spring dream at all, it is just the reality of yesterday.

Mu Zhe couldn't tell what he felt like, but he felt very uncomfortable anyway.

Chen Gurong collapsed for a while, then realized that the elder was talking to him. He nodded quickly, with a cold expression on his face and said, "No, you continue."

The elder then continued.

Although Chen Gurong is extremely romantic on the surface and always swims on a pleasure boat to draw beauties on weekdays, this is the first time in his life that he has a "spring dream". He is so embarrassed that he dare not look at Mu Zhui.

"If my brother knew that my first dream partner was a man, he would definitely kill me."

Chen Gurong has been afraid since childhood. The person he fears the most is his brother five years older than him. Every time his parents are reluctant to give him a ruthless trick, but as long as his brother stands in front of him and looks at him coldly, Chen Gurong immediately obediently as a puppy and dares not say a word.

Chen Gurong was frightened and a fragment suddenly flashed in his mind.

He realized it and thought, "Wait, I bit Mu Zhe's lip in my dream, why... "

Chen Gurong looked like a wooden puppet, tilted his head little by little, and his eyes fell on Mu Zhe's slightly swollen lips, which looked closely at the teeth marks.

Chen Gurong: "????"

Chen Gurong: "..."

Chen Gurong didn't know if he was overwhelmed, and said "ah" and thought blankly: "It's so good, it's not a dream."

Not a dream...

"Come and kill me!!!"

"Where is the thunder punishment? The thunder punishment!!"

Mu Zhu: "..."

Chen Gurong finally realized that the "dream" was simply a ridiculous thing he did last night when he was half asleep and half awake. He collapsed like a flood that broke into the dam, and countless big waves hit him.

"I don't know what to say, but I just want to die."

Mu Zhu: "..."

"The way of heaven is above, hurry up and drop a purple gold thunder and kill me!"
To be continued...