Everyone owes me a favor

When Sang Luojiu left, he was dressed in colored glaze and white, holding a Wu hook with one hand, looking like a good boy.

When he returned at night the next day, his body was covered in sword wounds, and his white clothes were bleeding through.

The person who brought him back was Jing Sanchai.

He came to the Erjin Courtyard where Feng Rugu lived, and he sank into his dantian, shouting loudly: "Come here, a living person!"

With this voice, he yelled to light up the lanterns in the courtyard one by one.

……

Chang Boning had already gone to the Fengshui place selected in Plum Blossom Town to fight against evil spirits, and Ruyi was there to help, so neither of them was in the courtyard.

When Feng Ruzhi heard the sound, Luo Fuchun was already frantically laying the seriously injured Sang Luojiu on the bed.

The faint scent of warmth that Sang Luojiu left on this bed due to his scheming was covered up by the thick smell of blood in his hair.

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, Luo Jiu..." Luo Fuchun tried his best to put on a smiling face, and said with tears in his eyes, "Don't be afraid, let's go home!"

Sang Luojiu coughed twice, the long eyelashes soaked in blood looked like a pair of dying red butterfly wings, fluttered twice, and opened a gap slightly: "Master..."

Luo Fuchun was overjoyed: "It's me, I'm here!"

Sang Luojiu: "...Father..."

Luo Fuchun: "..."

Feng Ruzhi reached out to caress Sang Luojiu's loose hair: "Well, I'm here."

His hair was damp and scalding hot.

Sang Luojiu swallowed blood while uttering words: "He, they... want to grab... the talisman paper."

Luo Fuchun was so distressed that his lips turned white: "Don't talk about this, if you rob it, you will rob it, if you don't have it, you won't have it, I should go with you, no matter what..."

Feng Rugu interrupted Luo Fuchun's incoherent speech, leaned over and asked, "Did they take the talisman paper?"

Sang Luo was panting for a long time, and pointed to his chest.

... When he drew his sword out of its sheath and vowed to kill each other, Sang Luojiu held a kit tightly in his hand.

Those villains naturally aimed at the kit in his hand.

They would not have thought that what Sang Luojiu fought to save was an empty kit.

And the real Talisman of Heaven and Earth Righteousness was placed in Sang Luojiu's arms, and it would float out with just a slight tug on his front.

It's just that Sang Luojiu was so injured that he couldn't say anything.

Fortunately, Feng Rugu understood what he meant, reached into his arms, and took out six complete spells that were half-soaked in blood.

Unloading the burden of these six sheets of paper, Sang Luojiu smiled slightly, blinked his eyes slowly twice, and then struggled to focus on Luo Fuchun.

Luo Fuchun hurriedly stretched out his hand, and took Sang Luojiu's hand.

Luo Fuchun's first reaction was that it was really cold and soft.

When the tears were about to fall, he quickly wiped them away with his shoulder.

Sang Luojiu looked at him quietly.

The blood-stained tail fingertip moved slowly in Luo Fuchun's palm.

Luo Fuchun immediately didn't even dare to breathe, he held his breath, bowed his head and waited quietly.

In his entire world, there was only one little junior brother left.

And his little junior was painting in his palm.

After a long time, Sang Luojiu completed a painting in his palm.

—a small, crooked heart.

Luo Fuchun only felt that his heart was going to be broken by this little heart, and he was almost breathless, so he just murmured: "Master, hurry—quick..."

Feng Rugu first ordered Luo Fuchun: "Untie his clothes and untangle his breath for him."

Afterwards, he asked Jing Sanchai, "What's going on?"

"Today... ah, it's past time now, and that was yesterday morning. I took over a business. Someone paid a hundred gold and asked me to set off immediately to pick up someone at Shouyang Mountain." Jing Sanchai said to this One day's bizarre encounter was also quite inconceivable, "He didn't tell me who to pick up, and he didn't say the specific time. He just said that when I arrived at Shouyang Mountain, I knew who to pick up."

Feng Ruyu nodded, as if thinking.

"I didn't want to go at first, but after all, this hundred gold is not a small amount. Who would have thought that as soon as I arrived at Shouyang Mountain, I saw that Luo Jiu was seriously injured and was still fighting to the death, so I rescued him. Those injuries Human bastards run faster one by one. If I didn't see that your little apprentice was critically injured and I couldn't delay, I would definitely catch one or two and come back for questioning. Originally, I wanted to bring Luojiu back to Fengling, but he insisted. He said he wanted to come back to Plum Blossom Town, but there was no other way, so I brought him back."

Feng Rugu: "Who asked you to pick him up?"

"One..." Jing Sanchai tried hard to recall his appearance, but failed in the end, "...a very ordinary person."

"Featureless?"

"He is a Taoist, and the style of his clothes is very plain, nothing special." Jing Sanchai thought about it again, and added some small details, "...Only the cap is wearing a cloud-pattern cap."

Feng Rugu: "What about those who hurt Luo Jiu? Can you see who they are?"

Jing Sanchai was about to answer, Luo Fuchun couldn't wait any longer, while unbuttoning Sang Luojiu's blood-soaked underwear, he called him in a different tone: "Master, master! Come and see Luo Jiu! ..."

Sang Luojiu, who was not proficient in swordsmanship at all, fought with people who were several times his own, and suffered dozens of sword wounds on his body, lost a lot of blood, and was seriously injured.

Luo Fuchun's spiritual power injected into it was useless, just like blowing air into a leaky rubber ball.

The current Sang Luojiu needs more powerful spiritual power injection.

Strong enough to make up for the loss of his spiritual power, and to heal Sang Luojiu's bleeding wound.

However, Feng Ru, who Luo Fuchun placed high hopes on, stood still and did not move.

Luo Fuchun was already begging: "Master! Luo Jiu can't wait!"

Feng Rugu looked gloomy, raised his hand to hold Jing Sanchai's shoulder, and glanced in Sang Luojiu's direction.

He called out his name: "... Sanchai."

Jing Sanchai, who had already rolled up her sleeves, tilted her head in confusion: "Huh?"

For some reason, Feng Rugu's voice was a bit rough: "Go, go."

Luo Fuchun's hand unbuttoning Sang Luojiu's button suddenly stopped, and he raised his eyes in a daze, staring at a black wooden scar on the bed rail.

This was the first time he understood Feng Ruyu's intentions so accurately and quickly.

Jing Sanchai still didn't understand: "What are you going to do?"

Feng Rugu took another look at Sang Luojiu: "You go."

Jing Sanchai finally understood, and asked in surprise, "Why?"

Feng Ruyu took a deep look at him.

Even though Jing Sanchai was still puzzled by her long-term friendship, she didn't ask any more questions.

He put down his hand: "...Yes. I see."

Unexpectedly, just as Jing Sanchai took a step towards Sang Luojiu, she was stopped by Luo Fuchun who got up suddenly.

Luo Fuchun didn't look at Jing Sanchai, but stared at Feng Rugu's silhouette: "...Master."

Feng Rugu didn't answer, and didn't move, his eyes were still looking at the direction where Jing Sanchai was standing just now, his fingers stained with Sang Luojiu's blood curled up a little, as if trying to grab something that couldn't be grasped at all.

Luo Fuchun's expression seemed to be sleepwalking, and he murmured without sadness or joy: "...Master."

"Sanchai, you saved Luojiu." Feng Ruyuan turned around, "I have something to do, so I'll go out for a while."

Jing Sanchai felt a headache when she saw the master and apprentice two being at war, put one hand on Luo Fuchun's shoulder, patted Luo Fuchun comfortingly, then pushed him away, sat down beside Sang Luojiu, felt his pulse .

Luo Fuchun's tall figure swayed under the shadow of the lamp.

Perhaps it was the lights, or perhaps the cooling heart in his chest that made him look thinner quickly.

"Master." Luo Fuchun hissed, "We... Luojiu and I, don't we deserve to be loved by you?"

Feng Ruyuan stopped and looked at an ever-burning lamp on the table.

The lights were too bright and burned his eyes.

"You are a genius and a proud son of heaven. Luojiu and I might not be able to do things when we were 80 years old..." Luo Fuchun's face turned pale, "Luojiu often said that there will always be people like Master. Some things are different from ordinary people. I still don’t quite believe it. Now I believe it. What makes you different from ordinary people is that you only love yourself. Luojiu and I are not worthy of your love.”

Feng Ruyu did not defend himself.

Luo Fuchun laughed miserably: "Master, since you don't love anyone, why do you want to accept disciples?"

He said in a harsh tone he had never used before, "...you should be alone for the rest of your life."

Jing Sanchai didn't have that leisurely attitude to try and persuade, but only had a headache why Senior Brother Chang wasn't by his side at this tricky time: "Fuchun, don't say that about your master."

Luo Fuchun turned a deaf ear, staring at Feng Rugu, waiting for him to explain, waiting for him to turn around, even if it was to scold him.

But Feng Ruyuan just stopped for a while, and went out without looking back.

Luo Fuchun sniffed, quickly wiped away tears, turned around and squatted down beside Sang Luojiu, and clenched his hand hanging from the bed.

After the raging heart fire was burnt out, only wisps of green smoke remained.

He stared blankly at Sang's side face, which was stained ocher with blood that had dried up for a long time, and made a wish for his junior in a wooden way.

As for the person who left, he couldn't care less.

Feng Ruyu stood in the yard for a while.

His bones have been aching since before he fell asleep today, so it must be raining.

Over the years, whenever the wind changed, his bones ached, and he was more accurate than Taoist priests who specialized in divination.

...he was only 28 years old and had rheumatism.

Feng Ruyuan moved his shoulders slowly, looking at Gao Yue whose sky was blurred by dark clouds, his expression couldn't tell whether it was heavy or relaxed, he could only tell that his facial features were very bright, not inferior to Leng Yue under the lacquered clouds.

Gradually, this brilliance was covered with an inexplicable fierceness.

Without any warning, he jumped up suddenly, his feet stepped on the wind, walked to a distance of fifty feet, and raised his hand to grab a person from the tall tree!

The man didn't even have time to resist, his head was pinched by Feng Ruzhi.

Feng Rugu even smiled at him when he raised his eyes.

The next moment, with a click, Feng Rugu directly broke his neck bone!

A hundred feet away, another cyan figure saw this, frightened his liver and gallbladder to tears.

He never thought that Feng Rugu's relaxation in the courtyard just now was actually a rehearsal for killing someone!

He knew that if he didn't escape, the next one whose neck would be wrenched would be himself!

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took two steps, he felt a chill in the back of his head.

Feng Ruyuan held "Tomorrow" in his hand, and put his scabbard on his head.

However, it was just the scabbard, which forced the man to give up his knees, and fell to the ground with a plop.

Feng Rugu didn't even bother to look at him, he just lowered his head and glanced at the palm stained by Sang Luojiu's blood.

Feng Rugu asked the visitor: "Did you see it just now?"

The man didn't dare to nod or shake his head.

Feng Ruyu: "You can talk."

The man said vaguely, "Yeah."

Feng Rugu: "Have you seen it clearly?"

That person: "...um."

"He is your companion." Feng Rugu asked, "Do you want to die too?"

The man stopped talking.

Feng Ruyu: "Who are you?"

The man was silent.

Feng Rugu: "Who sent you to kill my apprentice?"

The man remained silent.

Feng Rugu moved the scabbard from the back of his head to the back of his heart, and lashed out hard, like an ambiguous flirting gesture.

A large amount of cold sweat gradually oozes from the person who came.

One behind the other, they stood by the bank of the steaming river.

There was no one around, and the silence was as dead.

There was a faint smell of rain in the air.

The sound of thunder rolling across the sky was so dull that it seemed to be crushing one's heart.

Feng Ruyu didn't seem to need his answer.

"Do you know why I knew you would follow?"

"I have to thank Luojiu. Luojiu knows that you are waiting for him on the way he must go home. You will not only rob money, but also kill him. Now that the wealth has not been robbed, you must confirm with your own eyes that he is dead before you can rest assured .”

"If he chooses to return to Fengling, you won't follow because you are afraid that Fengling is heavily guarded."

"However, if he returns to Plum Blossom Town, you will have the courage to follow him."

"as predicted……"

Feng Ruyuan spoke very slowly, handing each sentence sentence by sentence, while the scabbard moved casually behind him.

The person who came was trembling, his chest heaved violently, but he still didn't say a word.

He knew that the purpose of his trip was top secret.

Master saved his life back then, so he should repay his kindness, and should not betray his master for his life.

In addition, he also found something strange, he only remembered it in his heart, he didn't dare to say more, he only dared to be ecstatic in his heart.

Feng Ruyuan simply and neatly killed his companion. If he wanted to know more news, he could only save his own life.

If he had a chance to escape from this place alive, or Master sent someone to kill him, then he would be able to tell the story about Feng Rugu's demonic aura, and the great cause that Master had been thinking about would have a chance to come true!

Feng Ruyuan stared at the back of his head, frowning with interest, as if he was thinking about what kind of thoughts were going on in this head.

But within a few moments, he lost interest, pointed his fingertips at the man's knee, and raised it.

His kneecaps were shattered in an instant!

The screams of the incoming people were sealed and blocked back in time with the scabbard.

Feng Rugu backhanded the scabbard that had been smashed into his mouth, and slowly squatted down with the people coming, and said in a very considerate tone: "I broke your leg because I admire you very much, appreciate you backbone."

The person who came bit the scabbard, his teeth became weak, he was shocked, and finally remembered Feng Ruyu's title of "Dao Xie".

He is simply an unreasonable, benevolent, willful and reckless evil person!

However, before the visitor felt panic, Feng Rugu asked him affectionately in his ear: "Do you know why I killed him directly, but spared your life?"

The visitor made several consecutive swallowing movements.

The cold scabbard pierced his throat, making him want to vomit.

Feng Rugu quickly withdrew the scabbard from his mouth.

While rubbing the saliva-stained end of the sheath on the visitor's shoulder, he gave the visitor a reason: "...Because I want to leave someone behind to pass a message to the person who sent you."

The person who came was startled, his heart was suddenly ecstatic, and he blurted out and asked: "...What did you say?"

Feng Rugu said: "You have to remember it well and repeat it to him verbatim: He hurt my apprentice, today's account will be settled one day. Please sit in the high hall and wait for Feng Er to go to collect the debt. "

Feng Rugu said: "Come on, repeat it."

It was a matter of life, the person who came here had no objection, nodded his head repeatedly, and repeated it obediently.

Feng Ruyuan patted him on the shoulder approvingly, and actually let him go: "Go."

The visitor didn't dare to delay, fearing that Feng Rugu would change his mind, he limped forward two steps.

Then, his body stopped.

His mouth, nose and eyes were bleeding.

He looked down in disbelief at the chest that had been pierced with a blood hole.

——Feng Ruyu didn't even draw his sword.

He only used the scabbard to pierce the man's heart from behind.

When the sealed scabbard was slowly pulled out from the wound, blood also gushed out.

Feng Rugu looked at the person who was slowly falling in front of him, and said: "... I said, leave someone to pass on the message, but it doesn't mean leaving someone alive."

"Remember what I want you to convey." Feng Rugu knelt down, leaned on his sword and looked into his eyes that were gradually losing vitality, "He should be looking for you soon."

While speaking, big, snow-white raindrops fell down.

The man's eyes widened.

Before dying, he seemed to have seen hallucinations.

Inside Feng Ruyuan's misty clothes, there are two bewitching red lotuses that opened their pistils openly on his body, like a fire, burning half of Feng Ruyuan's body brightly.

After the man died, Feng Ruyuan touched the two corpses all over.

The two were clean, and nothing could be found to prove their identity.

Feng Ruzhi wasn't too frustrated, borrowed a scrap scooter parked by the side of the road, threw the two corpses on it, hung the hemp rope pulling the cart on his shoulders, and creaked them back to Erjin. Outside the small courtyard.

Since the three flowers bloomed, the speed at which the flowers bloomed no longer made sense.

He needs to learn to be thrifty.

Once the rain started to fall, it didn't hold back anymore. It fell heavily, quickly and urgently, hitting Feng Rugu's shoulders continuously, causing his shoulders to sink.

Feng Ruyuan parked the corpse in the courtyard, wiped off the blood on "Tomorrow" with the dead man's clothes, washed his hands in heavy rain one day, put away the sword, and then walked to the inner courtyard.

Passing through Luohong, which was smashed to pieces by the heavy rain, and through the half-broken grape trellis, Feng Ruju stood still in the rain.

His door was closed.

Inside, there are many lights and shadows, and Luo Fuchun stands under the eaves.

The rain was so heavy that the sky and the earth were uniformly white, making it hard to tell whether it was rain or snow.

Feng Ruyuan was blinded by the raindrops, but he still tried his best to meet Luo Fuchun's eyes.

Feng Ruyu has always been proud, he doesn't bother to explain to anyone why he does things, because there is always a reason for him.

He is crazy and has never had anything to do with anyone.

But facing Luo Fuchun's cold gaze, his heart ached a little.

He took a deep breath and explained clumsily: "There are two people outside who have injured Luojiu, and I killed them."

"En." Luo Fuchun said in a low voice, "Uncle Sanchai told me just now that someone came back with him."

Seeing what he said, Feng Rugu thought that the explanation was clear, and took two steps forward: "How is Luo Jiu?"

Luo Fuchun said coldly: "How is Luojiu, what does it have to do with you?"

Feng Ruyu stopped walking.

Judging by his attitude, Feng Ruyuan knew that the explanation had failed.

Even though he failed, he no longer tried to remedy anything, and went straight up the stone steps: "...I'll go in and have a look."

Unexpectedly, Luo Fuchun slapped him in the chest, forcing him to back up a few steps, almost falling down in the heavy rain.

"Don't go in there." Luo Fuchun said, "He needs to rest and not be disturbed by outsiders."

Feng Rugu looked at the place where Luo Fuchun hit, and then looked up at him, his voice was diluted by the heavy rain, and it was as low as a whisper: "I am his master."

"'Master'?" Luo Fuchun seemed to have heard some big joke, "...'Master'!"

During the torrential rain, Luo Fuchun's voice questioned, extremely painful.

"Catch those two, who can't?"

"I can go, Uncle Sanchai can go. Didn't you say that you are Luo Jiu's master? Luo Jiu was seriously injured, and it was just when you were needed, why did you go out?"

"Because you think killing people is more interesting than saving people? You think Luo Jiu can survive alone, it's completely fine, right?"

"Mr. Yunzhong, are you overestimating your apprentice?"

"When he was seriously injured, you didn't accompany him, didn't treat him, and just threw him to others? What kind of master are you?"

"What did you teach him again? If you had given him the Guixu swordsmanship, would he have suffered such serious injuries today? What qualifications do you have to call him his master?"

Feng Ruyuan looked at him directly, and streams of rain gurgled down his lips: "Your sword, his sword, are all re-forged by me."

Luo Fuchun looked down at his saber, and smiled coldly: "Yes. A sword is stronger than a person."

As he spoke, he tore off his saber and threw it directly in front of Feng Rugu's eyes. A large splash of water fell into Feng Rugu's eyes.

"When Luojiu gets better, I will take him back to the mountain to rest." Luo Fuchun said coldly, "Mr. Yunzhong, I wish you to find the real culprit as soon as possible and return to the mountain with great victory."

After all, he walked into the house.

Feng Ruyuan squatted down, picked up the long sword, shook off the rainwater on it, and drew the sword out of its sheath.

As he said, a sword is stronger than a man.

After drawing the sword for a few moments, the sword body is still buzzing, like the sound of a piano.

Feng Rugu looked at his own reflection on the sword, and said to himself: "This is the only thing I can give. Don't forget it."

The torrential rain is pouring like a river.

But the wind and rain around Feng Ruyuan suddenly became much lighter.

Feng Ruyuan raised his face, and met a puzzled, quiet face.

Ruyi, who was guarding the formation for Chang Boning, felt that there was a fluctuation of spiritual power here, fearing that something might happen, so he came to take a look.

He first saw a corpse truck parked outside the courtyard and the two corpses on it, and when he entered the courtyard, he saw Feng Rugu squatting in the rain in a daze.

Ruyi frowned slightly.

He opened an umbrella, walked in front of Feng Rugu, and tilted most of the umbrella towards him. His long hair was scattered casually, and it was quite wet from the rain, revealing his smooth and beautiful forehead.

He whispered: "Nonsense."

Feng Ruyuan looked up at him, showing a smile: "Here we come."

Ruyi: "...I mean by nonsense, I want you to get up quickly."

Feng Ruyuan moved his body and said, "My feet are numb. I can't walk."

Ru Yi choked, hesitated for a moment, bent down reluctantly, wrapped Feng Ruzhi's waist with one arm, lifted him off the ground, let him lean in his arms, and blushed to himself: "...you What nonsense!"