Everyone owes me a favor

Fengling, among the "still waters run deep".

In the afternoon, the chime of the bell pierced through the blue sky, startling thousands of crows.

Sang Luojiu pushed open the window, and there was a sound of a flying crow passing by the window, and a crow's feather fluttered into the inkstone.

He coughed twice, picked up the crow feather, put it aside, put one hand to his lips, and held the scroll tightly with the other, listening intently to the ancient melody of the bell.

Moments later, Luo Fuchun pushed open the door lavishly, and brought a bowl of warm water, which contained a half-dissolved ochre-colored pill.

He has changed back to his own Daoist clothing, and he is wearing a stone blue Taoist robe, which rarely sets off his straight eyebrows and steady demeanor.

However, as soon as he saw Sang Luojiu open the window, he immediately became impatient, and the aura of Langyue Qingfeng was swept away, and he hurried forward: "Why did you get off the ground?"

Sang Luojiu smiled and said: "Brother, I have been recuperating for nearly a month, how can I be so delicate?"

Luo Fuchun didn't dare to say, in his own eyes, the little junior brother is just a glass man who can break at the touch of a touch, and he has to be carefully and carefully raised, so that he is not treated badly.

He put down the soup, leaned over to close the window again: "Why did you open the window? Aren't you afraid of the wind?"

Sang Luojiu didn't answer, but counted the bells, recording the number of bells with his fingertips on the spine of the book.

... There have been three calls.

Sang Luojiu replied: "The bell is ringing. Brother, did you hear what's going on?"

"Maybe there is a meeting in the afternoon? It's just a count of the number of people, or an important event to report." Luo Fuchun didn't care much, or tried to pretend not to care, "You are injured, don't worry about it. I will Also...don't care."

Sang Luojiu had no choice but to pull his sleeve: "Brother, don't be angry."

When talking to Luo Fuchun, he still listened to the bell echoing faintly outside the window, and tapped twice on the spine of the book with his fingertips.

Luo Fuchun avoided talking about it, picked up Sang Luojiu with one hand, carried him back to the bed, and put him down: "Don't talk about this. Drink the medicine."

Sang Luo sat for a long time and looked at him reproachfully: "Senior brother, my injury has nothing to do with Master."

Luo Fuchun pulled a chair, turned the back of the chair towards him, and sat down opposite him, stepped on the upper of his right shoe with his left foot, and muttered in frustration: "I know it has nothing to do with him... But, how can such a thing happen?" ? He only cared about killing the enemy, leaving you in the care of others, and he didn't care about us at all..."

Sang Luojiu coaxed him softly: "Master has his own considerations, we can't force him. But this?"

Luo Fuchun was stubborn, unwilling to make a sound.

"When the master comes back, the brother should apologize to the master." Sang Luojiu said softly, "The brother misunderstood the master in the past, not once or twice, always arguing like this, and saying something stinging every now and then. It hurts too much."

"I didn't misunderstand him this time!" Luo Fuchun felt aggrieved, "He obviously has the strength to spare, but he refuses to save you! I don't have such a master!"

"division……"

Sang Luojiu looked like he still wanted to persuade her, but perhaps because of a moment of desperation, she suddenly coughed loudly and held on to her chest, excruciatingly painful.

Luo Fuchun jumped up suddenly, hugged Sang Luojiu's waist and laid him flat, rubbed his chest, as if he was so nervous: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll listen to you, I... He talks."

Sang Luojiu curled up, as if eager to explain: "No, I mean...cough..."

Sang Luo couldn't hold on for a long time, she put her head in his arms, a few strands of her hair were messy and weakly hanging down, her bloodless earlobes were paired with slightly wet black hair, and she couldn't help trembling with the heart-piercing cough.

Luo Fuchun squatted in front of the bed like a big dog, his face turned pale with fright, and he said in a loud voice: "Okay, I understand. I apologize, I apologize."

After getting the answer he wanted, Sang Luo's long-term cough naturally healed, and he snuggled into Luo Fuchun's arms and panted slightly, his ears played the role of one mind and two purposes, listening to the bell outside the window, his fingertips still kept tapping and counting.

When the bell stopped, his fingertips also stopped on the cool spine of the book.

The bell tolls nine...

Sang Luojiu's expression moved slightly.

The sound of the bell signifies that a major event is coming, Fengling will close the mountain.

... what happened?

……

Feng Ruyu was halfway through the journey and fell into a coma.

Taking Feng Rugu back to the Chalcedony Lake, removing all his clothes, and seeing the seven red lotuses blooming on his body, Chang Boning had no time to be shocked and blamed, and immediately injected a fresh air into his meridians to help him heal. Refresh the heart veins, bathe the spirit in the snow, and rejuvenate the vitality.

Even though he had been prepared for a long time, Chang Boning's hands trembled unspeakably, and tears welled up in his eyelashes after a small Zhou Tian's spiritual power circulated in Feng Rugu's body.

It's been ten years.

Feng Rugu's meridians had long been corroded by the demon energy to the point of dilapidation.

Inside the body of gold and jade, it is full of rot.

When Chang Boning trembled uncontrollably, the seal on his knee moved.

"Brother..." he asked softly with a hoarse voice, "are you crying again?"

Chang Boning covered Feng Ruyuan's eyes with his hand, and said with a smile, "No, Ruyuan made a mistake."

As he lowered his head, a drop of tears hit the back of his hand, splashed thin water, and fell on the edge of Feng Ruyuan's eyes, causing him to blink.

Feng Rugu's long eyelashes looked like some kind of small animal, and they swept up and down in Chang Boning's palm: "...the stalactites on the top of Chalcedony Lake must have fallen into the water."

Chang Boning responded with a very difficult smile: "...Yes."

The Qihua seal failed, and the balance in the body that Feng Ruyuan worked so hard to maintain was completely broken, and he had to embark on the road of transforming demons.

And on the way of transforming demons, there is a narrow escape from death.

The pure Qi of Chalcedony Lake can help calm the evil spirits in the body.I heard that in the past, in Fengling Mountain, there was also a person who became a demon, and it was through the thousand-year spiritual energy of the jade marrow pool that he successfully reversed his blood and transformed into a demon.

But one, that person himself has pure demon blood.

Two, when the person turned into a demon, his body was healthy and his meridians were unobstructed.

These two things have nothing to do with Feng Ruyu.

To be honest, with his current crippled body, he was forcibly possessed by demons, even if he narrowly escaped death and successfully transformed, he might not live for long.

The only good thing is that the Qingxin Stone, the main material of Qihuayin, is not only highly poisonous, but also an object that can suppress demons. It has been flowing in his blood for many years, and its residual power still exists. to buy some time.

For today's plan, if you want to live forever as before, the only way is to collect souls and replenish them.

Soul picking is to replenish the damaged body with a living soul. Those who are picked up will fall into madness at least, and die at worst.

In short, if you want to save Fengru's life, you need to change your life, mend his wounded soul, and continue his meridians, and then he can do the dangerous and dangerous thing of transforming demons.

Chang Boning hesitated.

When it comes to collecting souls, he certainly won't sacrifice others.

To be more precise, Chang Boning is kind by nature, and in his thoughts and thoughts, the concept of "sacrificing others" never existed.

As before, even if he wants to change his life, he can only use his life.

... But Chang Boning was afraid.

He is not afraid of death, he is afraid of not dying.

Once he succeeds in harvesting his soul, he survives by luck and becomes insane. After that, if he succeeds in transforming the demon, he will become his burden, dragging him down for the rest of his life, and making him bear the debt for the rest of his life.

If he fails to transform the demon as before, and his body dies and his dao disappears, he will fall into chaos, not knowing that he is dead, ignorantly not knowing where to find him, causing him to leave alone, really lonely.

Thinking of that scene, Chang Boning felt that he might as well be dead, so he turned to think of a new way.

If they are not completely enchanted now, they still have time.

In the past ten years, he has read half of Fengling's [-] volumes in order to find a cure.

This time, he brought him back to Fengling as before, because he wanted to try again and find out. Apart from the extreme method of gathering souls, there are other ways.

If not, he would leave with him as before, to look for Uncle Lu and Uncle Zhou in Qingliang Valley, or to look for Sanchai.

In short, he needed to find a place where he could trust him with peace of mind, so that he could perform the soul gathering technique conveniently.

In addition, when he returned to the mountain this time, he also had to hand over the Fengling affairs to Junior Sister Yan.

He has too many worries in his heart, and he is no longer qualified to be the master of Fengling.

After sorting out all the miscellaneous things bit by bit, Chang Boning calmed down, stroked Feng Rugu's chest, and asked him: "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Feng Ruyuan put his head in his arms lightly: "It's not hard at all. It'll be fine if you smoke a little."

Chang Boning stroked his hair, took his bong with one hand, filled the remaining tobacco in the pouch unskillfully, raised the bong horizontally, lit the tobacco with his spiritual light, and then Properly put the cigarette holder into Feng Rugu's mouth: "Okay. Senior brother still has something to do, you should rest here first, don't go anywhere, and wait here for senior brother."

Feng Rugu replied "yes", then replaced it with a rock pillow, connected the bong by himself, and let out a puff of smoke.

The fragrant mist of bamboo leaves mingled with the transpiring cold air in the cold pool, and soon formed a layer of dew on Feng Ruyuan's eyelashes.

……

Luo Fuchun also understood the meaning of the nine bells, and was urged by Sang Luojiu to inquire about the news from the disciples guarding the gate.

The news came that it was Duan Rongjun who brought Yunzhongjun back to the mountain, and when he returned, Yunzhongjun was very weak.

The bell to seal the mountain was ringing at the order of Duan Rongjun.

He also ordered to open the outer defensive array of Fengling, and all disciples were not allowed to enter or leave.

Hearing that "Mr. Yunzhong is weak", Luo Fuchun's thoughts were confused for a while, and he went back to "Still water runs deep", and was afraid that his junior brother would be worried, so he only vaguely told Sang Luojiu that he didn't find out what happened, and fidgeted in "Quiet water". After waiting for a long time in "The Water Flows Deep", but still didn't wait for the master to come back, he excused himself to fetch medicine for Sang Luojiu, left the gate of the hall, and went straight to the Green Bamboo Hall.

He heard that not long after Duanrong Jun came back, he went back to the Green Bamboo Hall alone, closed the door, and felt even more anxious. He wandered around in the mountains, and accidentally listened to the discussions of his disciples by the south gate.

"I heard that Jun Yun was out of breath when he came back?..."

"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes, Jun Yunzhong was in the arms of Jun Rong, his face was frighteningly pale, and he breathed very lightly..."

"How could this be?! Then..."

Luo Fuchun hid behind the pillar, feeling cold all over.

He couldn't sit still anymore, he rushed to the Green Bamboo Hall, wanting to see Lord Duanrong, but the door of the Green Bamboo Hall was closed tightly, no matter how much he begged, the door never opened for him.

Luo Fuchun's heart became more and more anxious, and he simply began to search along the mountain.

He didn't know why he did it.

...Perhaps it was to reassure Sang Luojiu?

Yes, it is to make Luojiu feel at ease.

Luo Jiu loves Master very much, so Master must be safe and sound, and he is just doing it for him.

Luo Fuchun bumped around like headless chickens, hoping to see Feng Ruyuan.

Unexpectedly, after turning around a lush bamboo forest, he bumped into a familiar clear figure in front of the entrance of Chalcedony Lake.

Feng Ruyu with a jade body in black clothes stands there, his body looks like a person in a fine brushwork painting, with the black clothes against it, he looks even more slender and pale, his body is like a cloud in Wushan Mountain, his skin is almost transparent white, which makes people always suspicious, If one breath is blown, this person will disappear in the wind, and he will be scattered too hastily.

... But looking at the appearance of swallowing clouds and fog, it is by no means to the point where there is no air coming in but no air coming out.

Luo Fuchun was relieved at first, and then suddenly became angry for no reason, as if he had been fooled by him again.

"division……"

Luo Fuchun didn't intend to just watch secretly like this, but as soon as he uttered his voice, he remembered that he was still in a cold war with Feng Rugu at this time, and almost lost his momentum.

He rejoiced, immediately stopped talking, and coughed heavily.

Because of the excessive force, his chest hurts.

Feng Rugu heard the sound and looked back, only to see the bamboos moving and the wind blowing, the tung flowers sending cold, he stood among the bamboo and tung leaves, pale and brilliant.

He only glanced over, and Luo Fuchun felt boundless pity, almost going up to greet him.

Seeing that it was him, Feng Ruyu couldn't help showing his face: "Fuchun, it's you."

Luo Fuchun turned his hands away, tore and messed with his sleeves, forced himself to suppress his emotions, and acted indifferently: "En. How did you come back?"

Feng Rugu smiled: "I'm tired from wandering outside."

Luo Fuchun: "What about the Plum Blossom Town?"

Feng Ruyu: "Ruyi is working on it."

Luo Fuchun saw that his face was pale, so he suspected that he was actually injured, otherwise why would his uncle wait for him to return to the mountain as if facing a formidable enemy?

But he refused to speak to himself, could it be that he was still angry with himself for abandoning the sword in the rainy night?

The more Luo Fuchun thought about it, the more angry he became.

Before January, it was obviously his fault, but he ignored it for a long time, so what right did he have to be angry?

What's more, he is clearly injured, yet he still refuses to say anything to him, even if Luo Fuchun is not his apprentice, he must be someone he has known for many years, right?

Therefore, Luo Fuchun was half worried, half annoyed and asked: "You are just tired, so you ran back with Master?"

Feng Rugu said indifferently: "Why not?"

"You!—" Luo Fuchun was furious, "Who did the evil things in Plum Blossom Town, who attacked Luojiu, you don't investigate at all, you only know to pass the responsibility to others? What kind of master are you!?"

Feng Rugu pointed out: "Didn't you return the sword to me a long time ago and want to break with me with one sword?"

Luo Fuchun's face turned pale for a while, he grabbed his sleeve robe tightly, and said through gnash teeth: "What about Luo Jiu? Isn't he your apprentice?"

Talking with Feng Ruyu for a long time, Luo Fuchun has been waiting for him to ask about the ups and downs for a long time.

However, Feng Ruyu never asked about Luo Jiu's situation from the beginning to the end.

He questioned: "Don't you want to ask, how is Luojiu's injury?"

Feng Rugu really wanted to say, silly disciple, you ran out, and Luo Jiu's injury is definitely fine, but Feng Rugu knew that he might never have the chance to talk face-to-face with this apprentice again, so he obeyed his wishes and obediently asked Said: "How is Luojiu's injury?"

However, Luo Fuchun was completely disappointed, turned around and left without answering a single word.

Feng Rugu called him from behind: "...Fuchun."

Luo Fuchun turned a deaf ear and strode forward.

Feng Rugu: "Luo Fuchun."

Luo Fuchun still refused to stop, listening to his words.

"—Xiao Ran!"

Luo Fuchun took a few more steps out of habit, stopped abruptly, stunned for a while, feeling unspeakable grief and indignation.

He had called the name "Luo Fuchun" for too long.

His real name was Xiao Ran, and he got the weird nickname of "Luo Fuchun" on the first day of his introduction.

From then on, he reluctantly used this nickname to walk around the world.

Today, he has forgotten his real name?

Feng Rugu asked behind his back: "Do you know why I changed your name to Luojiu?"

Luo Fuchun was very upset, and said bluntly: "I don't know....I don't want to know either."

"……it is good."

He heard Feng Ruzhi cough lightly behind him.

Compared with Sang Luojiu's cough, Feng Rugu's cough was so weak that it was really not worth mentioning, so Luo Fuchun didn't take it seriously at all.

Therefore, he had no way of seeing that Feng Rugu withdrew his scarlet-stained hand from his lips, picked up a tung leaf,

"I have wronged you all these years." Feng Rugu looked at his back calmly, "From today onwards, I will set you free, and you can set me free too....It's just like this for us, master and apprentice."

Luo Fuchun was startled, and was about to speak when a gust of wind hit his ears.

He turned around and snatched the thing, it was the sword that Feng Rujiu had forged for him.

Feng Rugu sat down on a stone in front of the cave, with a bong in his hand, a thin puff of smoke rose slowly, hiding his brows and eyes behind the shadow of mist, he couldn't see clearly: "...Take it back, It's a keepsake."

Luo Fuchun held the blade of the sword, he was stunned for a moment.

Did he really come to find the old seal to quarrel and break up with him?

Didn't he promise Luo Jiu to apologize to him?

It's just that the matter has come to this point, it is useless to say more.

Even though there were layers of bitter taste in his mouth, to save face, he still snorted coldly, turned around with his sword in his hand, and the wind rolled the tassel of the sword, making small crackling sounds from time to time.

He forced himself not to look back again.

"You hate me." After that handsome and tall figure disappeared without a trace, Feng Ruzhi murmured to the void, "Same as those people."

——Everyone in the world knows that I, Feng Ruyuan, wantonly falsified the names of my apprentices according to my own preferences, driving them to go out to earn money for myself, and refused to teach them half a point of swordsmanship.

—— Treating you like this, no one will think that you will deliberately cover me.

——This is the best.

——The world only knows that Feng Rugu's apprentice is Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu; and you are Xiao Ran and Hua Bieyun, and have nothing to do with the magic way of Feng Rugu.

the other side.

Luo Fuchun escaped from the Chalcedony Lake almost at a trot, facing the astonished eyes of the disciples on the way, he ran aimlessly all the way until he reached the largest clear lake in the mountain, and then stopped.

He supported his knees to pant for a while, staring at the lost sword in his hand, he felt hot in his palm, sore and colic in his heart, for a moment he was so sad that he didn't know what to do, like a child who ran away from home after arguing with his parents. Grievance, anger, bewilderment and many other emotions are crowded and there is nowhere to escape.

He simply shouted as if venting, raised his arms, and threw the sword into the lake!

Qingfeng entered the water, casting circles of ripples in the center of the green lake, and then sank to the bottom of the lake without a trace.

Losing the sword, Luo Fuchun sat down on the ground slumped as if he had thrown away his backbone.

He felt vaguely that he had made a mistake again.

but……

After sitting by the lake for an unknown amount of time, Luo Fuchun stood up dreamily, with a pale face, swaying his body, and walked towards the direction of "still water running deep", even forgetting to dust off the dust behind him.

Luo Fuchun repeatedly convinced himself that he just lost a sword.

What kind of person is Feng Rugu? After all these years, doesn't he know?

If you don't want to be a master and apprentice, you won't do it, so you don't have to worry about it!

But, how to talk to Luojiu...

Trapped in the isolated Fengling Mountain, everyone has their own concerns.

The disciples in the mountains don't know at all how the outside world is turned upside down today!

Inside Jiangling Qianji Hospital.

Jing Sanchai closed a business, registered the bank balance in the account, and was busy checking the previous accounts.

Inside, his guest is waiting for his companion to return before leaving with him.

Therefore, when a loud question came from the courtyard, Jing Sanchai naturally thought that there was some disagreement between them in business.

"What? What are you kidding?"

Jing Sanchai is not afraid that the guests will fight in Qianjiyuan because of the quarrel.

There are many organs here, so you don't have to worry about hurting the owner, and all items are clearly marked with prices. Destroying a tree costs 20 taels, and a door costs 80 taels. Just hold the account book and go to them to collect the account.

If anyone doesn't give it, he will be beaten up on the spot, and it will be regarded as relaxing the muscles and muscles.

He held a silver hairpin in his mouth, facing the account book, put his hands behind his head, trying to tie up his hair, and kept his ears on the movement outside the door.

The person who came had no intention of arguing, and said in a low voice: "Whisper! Of course it's true—"

Jing Sanchai pouted.

Looks like it won't work.

... really boring.

Outside the courtyard, the two started discussing earnestly.

"He is a demon? But how did he hide his identity for so many years?"

"He is a demon, isn't it a very normal thing? Look at his behavior, appearance and demeanor, which one is not evil? Which one is not strange?"

"This... is true. But where did this news come from? Is it reliable?"

"Of course it is reliable! It was witnessed by Lord Xuanji and the monks of Hanshan Temple, and it is definitely not false!"

Jing Sanchai looked up at the outside of the courtyard, not caring much about their topic, and only cared about her hair.

But... Hanshan Temple?

The two bald donkeys beside Feng Dayan seem to be eunuchs from Hanshan...?

When Jing Sanchai changed his mind, he didn't think too deeply.

As far as he knew, the blessing ceremony of Mr. Xuanji's dead son was held in Hanshan Temple every year. He had a closer relationship with Hanshan Temple, so there was no problem.

Outside the house, the discussion between the two became more and more heated.

"...The magic stone that was smashed by him at the scene was so full of demon energy that even Abbot Jing Yuan had to admit it, how could it be fake?!"

"In this case, it is indeed conclusive evidence."

"There is nothing more certain!"

"But, in his capacity, why do he have to cultivate into the magic way?"

"Who knows? A person like him might think that the way of magic is interesting, so he should just practice it! Why worry about the consequences? Besides, Mr. Duan Rong probably knew Feng Ruyuan's identity as a magic cultivator a long time ago. As soon as he was exposed, he Just took people away to watch the wind, and now Fengling has completely closed the mountain, isn't this just not self-"

There was a heavy landing of ledgers in the room.

The two guests followed the prestige, and saw Jing Sanchai rushing out of the door with disheveled hair, staring straight at the two of them, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Who are you talking about...?"