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Now that Lin Sijin heard the words "reach out", she was subconsciously afraid, and the image of Feng Rugao holding a ruler could not help but appear in her mind.

He was so nervous that he forgot that his palm was injured, and his palm touched the table, and then his face was distorted in pain, and he groaned in a low voice.

Originally, the palm looked swollen, and there were many red marks on the sides of the fingertips, but now it looked even more swollen.

Lin Sijin's fingertips moved slightly, but before he could react, the young man in front of him stepped forward and held his wrist, with an indifferent expression, but the emotion in his eyes was very obvious.

Calling him stupid.

He inexplicably understood the emotion in Sheng Rufei's eyes, and felt a little unhappy. The other party held his wrist, and he wanted to struggle, but Sheng Rufei held him down.

"do not move."

Sheng Rufei scolded him lightly, held down his wrist, opened the small black porcelain bottle on the table, picked out some with a wooden stick, and stuck it in his palm little by little.

The ointment was cool, and it didn't hurt immediately after it was applied, so Lin Sijin stopped struggling, but Sheng Rufei was obviously not very good at this kind of thing, and always poked him.

Once poked him, it hurt much more than when he touched the table.

"Will you," Lin Sijin couldn't help complaining in a low voice, "It hurts so much."

Sheng Rufei's lip line was slightly tense, holding a wooden stick with his fingertips, his movements were a little lighter, but his breath became colder, and he slowly applied medicine to both hands.

The ointment was applied to the palms, and the pain in both hands was gone. Lin Sijin felt that it was a bit miraculous, but it smelled a bit stinky, so he asked, "How is this ointment made?"

"The saliva of a monster can relieve pain and reduce swelling."

Lin Sijin was about to go up and smell it carefully, but she stopped immediately when she heard the words, and she still felt disgusted when she was far away.

He is easy to attract attention, this time Sheng Rufei will help him apply the medicine carefully, he barely gets angry with Sheng Rufei, and the other party bandages him up, the bandage is crooked, and finally tied two ugly bows .

It was similar to the bow that was wrapped around his neck before, and it was clearly made by the same person.

"Master asked me to come to you to copy the door rules, how can I copy them like this."

Lin Sijin moved his covered fingertips. He was still talking when the cold white fingertips of the boy opposite him touched his fingertips. He felt his fingers became lighter, as if they hadn't touched the board .

A white light appeared, and soon disappeared at Sheng Rufei's fingertips. Sheng Rufei said, "It can be copied in this way. This spell can last for two hours at a time."

"From now on, you will come to our courtyard every day and copy the gate rules for two hours a day."

Lin Sijin moved his fingers, even though they were still wrapped in gauze, they didn't hurt or feel uncomfortable, but this also meant that he had to stay with Sheng Rufei for two hours.

Soon, Lin Sijin realized that he had to copy the rest. How could he finish copying in half a month? He glanced at Sheng Rufei and said, "I can copy at most four or five sheets in two hours. After half a month of copying, I will definitely not be able to finish copying."

"I haven't done it yet, how can I know I can't do it." Sheng Rufei said lightly, "If you copy carefully every day, even if you don't finish copying, Master will not blame you."

I hope so, now he has no other way, it is impossible not to copy.

Lin Sijin believed it for the time being. He had always been easy to believe in Sheng Rufei. After all, this was the protagonist's fault. He already knew Sheng Rufei's character after reading the original book, so there was no problem.

So he thought about finishing the copy quickly, so he sat down at the table and began to copy. He wrote very seriously, Sheng Rufei was quiet and would not disturb him, and the two got along harmoniously for a short time.

Sheng Rufei was meditating, and he closed his eyes for a long time. Even with his eyes closed, he could still feel the movement of the other person in the room.

Half an hour later, he opened his eyes, subconsciously looked at the other person in the room, and paused slightly when his eyes fell on the door rules copied by the young man.

I saw several pages of paper piled up beside the table, the words on them were written like dogs crawling, and you had to be very careful to identify what was written on them.

Not only that, but he also noticed that this person wrote very slowly, which was completely incomparable with ordinary disciples, like a child who was just learning, writing not only slowly but crookedly.

It's no wonder that I can't finish copying.

Lin Sijin noticed that Sheng Rufei was looking at him, and the other party frowned slightly, his emotions were too obvious, and he was a little tired from writing, so he put down his pen and planned to take a break.

"Who taught your calligraphy?"

Lin Sijin wasn't worried at all about Sheng Rufei's question, after all they hadn't seen each other for several years, and Sheng Rufei basically didn't know anything about the original owner's past.

"In the past, I only knew it, but didn't write much." He said vaguely.

And Feng Rugao didn't ask him why he didn't finish copying. Lin Sijin got angry when he mentioned this. After all, Feng Rugao asked Feng Qing to take the ruler after reading it.

Sheng Rufei didn't speak any more. He stayed with Sheng Rufei for two hours before returning to his yard.

The spell lasted for two hours, Lin Sijin's hands were wrapped in ugly gauze, he took off his clothes and still held things, his fingers hurt when he moved, but no pain when he didn't move.

Enduring the pain, he came back and copied the door rules twice. He had almost memorized all the door rules, and he was dizzy when he copied them.

After half a month like this, he went to Sheng Rufei's courtyard to copy every day, and he didn't have time to go to the library, thinking about copying the rest of the door rules all day long. over.

He walked over with a thick stack of door regulations, and found that Sheng Rufei was also in the Changming Palace, and seemed to be discussing matters with Feng Rugao.

"The disciple has met the master." Lin Sijin knelt down, his face was expressionless, and he lowered his head not to look at the two of them. After he came, Sheng Rufei left.

His eyes lingered on him for a while.

When Feng Rugao said something, he got up, took the door rules he had copied and gave it to Feng Qing, and Feng Qing showed it to Feng Rugao.

The other party only glanced at it, and then knew the approximate number of times. Looking at him, Feng Rugao asked, "Why didn't you finish writing?"

"My disciple writes slowly." Lin Sijin was a little nervous, her lips pursed slightly, "I can't finish copying fifty times a day."

His fingertips were worn out with calluses, which hurt when he touched them these few days, now he subconsciously touched the calluses on the side of his fingers with his thumb, anxiously waiting for Feng Rugao's reply.

I don't know how long it took, but he felt that his breathing was a little redundant in this hall. The man was silent for a long time before opening his mouth.

"In a few days, your senior brother Su has a task, and you go to practice with him."

Lin Sijin responded, and after waiting for a while, Feng Rugao didn't mention the matter of asking him to copy the house rules, he was relieved, and retreated after saluting.

After the person left, Feng Qing looked at the young man's leaving figure, and then said, "He seems to be very afraid of you."

The emotion in Feng Rugao's eyes changed a little, he didn't speak, he watched the figure of the young man disappear in the hall, his pace was fast, as if there was a ghost in his hall.

"You also think I shouldn't punish him?"

Feng Qing shook her head, "Of course not, but I think Young Master Seventeen won't understand His Majesty's feelings."

Feng Rugao withdrew his gaze, and his whole body melted into the shadows, silently falling into silence.After those eyes disappeared from the young man's background, they returned to no sadness and no joy.

Like the god statue in the middle of the main hall, the world of mortals can no longer be seen.

When Lin Sijin came out, he found Sheng Rufei was still outside the door. The young man was tall and slender, with white hair scattered by his side. When he heard the movement, he turned to look at him.

Now that he remembered that he was about to cry at Sheng Rufei's place before, he belatedly felt a little awkward. When the two of them passed by, the red line also wiped away.

"Senior Brother Sixteen, I'm leaving first." He said to Sheng Rufei in a more polite tone.

He doesn't need to copy the door rules anymore, and naturally he doesn't need to go to Sheng Rufei's again in the future.

Sheng Rufei looked at the young man's leaving figure. He was quite familiar with him a few days ago, but now that he doesn't need to meet, he immediately becomes unfamiliar.

He remembered the little man he saw every day copying the gate rules till midnight, then stepped into the palace again with lowered eyes.

When Sheng Rufei arrived in front of the side hall, she saluted as usual, but the door of the side hall was closed, and only figures could be seen from the paper window.

"This time, be optimistic about your junior brother, and don't let him make any mistakes."

Sheng Rufei replied yes, he had not communicated much with Feng Rugao before, he regarded Rugao as his master, but he never taught him swordsmanship, so he threw him to the elders in the sect, the two of them, master and apprentice, were actually very rusty.

He was summoned by Feng Rugao on weekdays, and he only had to obey orders, but now after agreeing, he didn't leave immediately.

The man's figure was reflected on the paper window, but Feng Rugao didn't speak, knowing that he had something to say, quietly waiting for his next words.

"He is copying the door rules every day, and I watch him in our courtyard. He has never been lazy, but his talent is dull, and he is stupid than ordinary disciples."

As a result, the handwriting was crooked, and I couldn't finish copying the door rules a thousand times within half a month.

Sheng Rufei's voice was cold. He said that while waiting for Feng Rugao's reply.

The hall was quiet for a while, the atmosphere obviously condensed a bit, the paper window reflected the shadow, and the figure did not move.

"Are you pleading for him?"

There is a door between the two of them, the young man outside the door can't see Feng Rugao himself, but Feng Qing can directly feel Feng Rugao's emotions in the hall, he clearly senses that Feng Rugao's mood is a bit colder.

Sheng Rufei lowered her eyes slightly: "I dare not."

He waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for Feng Rugao's reply, he knew that he was out of order, and he retreated after saluting.

Lin Sijin no longer needs to copy the rules of the house, he feels relaxed, and he likes to go down the mountain to practice, after all, it will be very lively, and he can go to the city to buy books for little people.

He didn't find any useful books about soul deeds in Zangshuge, although Sheng Rufei was very honest during this time and never touched the red line again.

But of course he still tried his best to undo the soul contract.

You can go to Sanqianshi to see it. After all, the world of mortals is more vast, and you may get useful information.

He recalled the plot in the original book, many of Sheng Rufei's stock attacks were in the Three Thousand Worlds, and he couldn't count them on one hand just by his memory.

There are evil spirits with a bounty of more than 20 spirit stones, there are talented envoys who are famous among the immortals, and there are many in Fuguang, such as Xue Ning, the chief disciple of the former head of the sect...

Counting with his fingers like this, he was sitting by the table, the candle reflected his face, I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the red line on his wrist seemed a little tighter than usual.

The sense of presence was stronger than before, and he couldn't touch the red line, but it was only slightly tighter, and it didn't have much impact.

So he didn't care, thinking that sooner or later he would untie this annoying red thread, and fell asleep on his bed.

After he fell asleep, the red thread on his wrist was slowly untied, wound up little by little, and stopped on his white and slender neck.

The red thread was wrapped around the boy's neck, rubbed against the small mole on the boy's neck, and tied an ugly bow.