Everyone owes me a favor

In Fengling Mountain, under the Haoran Pavilion, all the Taoist gates, big and small, gathered in one place, each with their own thoughts.

The disciples of Fengling came out in full force, lined up and stood under the pavilion.

The leader was Luo Fuchun, who was full of bewilderment, and Sang Luojiu, who was slightly weak, stood by his side.

He still doesn't understand what happened.

Even in the face of menacing Daoists and hearing their accusations and angry words, he still couldn't quite understand what happened. He could only instinctively protect his junior and junior behind him, as if he wanted to use his body to block the storm that came from the sky. Bad words.

Although Fengling opened the formation to seal the mountain, after discussing with several Taoist sects, they took the lead and tried to force their way into the formation.

They were thinking, how dare Fengling disciples seriously use the sword formation to hurt fellow-men?

When they arrived at the front of the formation, the disciples who defended the formation could not bear the responsibility and would let them go.

Unexpectedly, when they got close to the formation, the Fengling Sword Formation clanged, emitting a clear and sharp sword cry like a phoenix howling a mountain.

Several people who came came shouted "It's not good", and retreated one after another. Some people still couldn't dodge, their clothes were cut by the sword energy, and a stream of blood was sprinkled.

Seeing that Fengling really dared to use force, those who entered the battle were furious.

Some people criticized: "Fengling is really shameless! To protect a demon, he wantonly hurt a fellow!"

Although I don't know why Chang Boning gave this order, a young Fengling disciple guarding the front was not happy when he heard the words, and replied loudly: "Our formation is clearly standing here, you stare The ground hits upwards, what does it matter to us?"

The visitor said angrily: "Do you know that Feng Ruyuan has entered the way of the devil?!"

That Fengling disciple said truthfully: "I don't know."

The visitor became more and more angry: "Fengling didn't give us an explanation, but stayed behind closed doors. Could it be that he wanted to openly cover up?!"

The young disciple pressed his sword and said in a cold voice: "We only know that Lord Duanrong asked us to guard the formation, and no one is allowed to enter or leave unless there is an order. You are not Lord Duanrong, so I will not talk to you."

After finishing speaking, he simply turned his back and ignored the uproar.

Even though he knew that the tradition of Fengling had always been like this, and that he was the one who protected his own people the most, the visitor still couldn't help jumping: "What a Fengling Mountain! Relying on the famous family, all the disciples under the sect are extremely rebellious!"

Wen Runjin, the master of Wenshimen, stood among the crowd with a gloomy face.

Someone still found him, and came up to greet him with a smile on his face: "Oh, isn't this the master of Wenmen?"

Wen Runjin heard that the person was not kind, so he just snorted lowly in his nose, and Quan responded.

Sure enough, the visitor's next sentence was not a good one: "Master Wenmen still deserves heaven's favor, and he almost became Feng Ruyu's in-laws, otherwise oh—tsk tsk."

What kind of blessing from heaven is the death of a daughter?

But Wen Runjin had to admit that what this person said made some sense.

Fortunately, the daughter made a fuss about renouncing the marriage, if not...

Besides, Feng Rugu knew the secrets of his Wenshimen, knew that he detained Moxiu, threatened his father and mother, and profited from it. Although the four little Moxiu had been taken away by him, Wen Runjin was still worried. Since he left, he has had trouble sleeping and eating for several months.

Now, Feng Rugu has a ready-made handle, and it has been delivered directly to him. Wen Runjin has made up his mind, it is best to take this opportunity to trample Feng Rugu to death. , any accusations made against him have no credibility.

So, he swallowed a sigh of relief, pretending to be calm: "Even if he is my in-laws, what's the matter? Are you going to let this person mess up the righteous way? Killing relatives in righteousness is still acceptable!"

After speaking these deafening words, Wen Runjin felt depressed and unwilling. Turning around from the corner of the eye, he saw a figure with the corner of his mouth slightly hooked, and directed the misfortune towards that person: "Master Xiao of the Hundred Worlds Clan, I don't know if you have such a Are you determined?"

Xiao Siru, the head of the Hundred Worlds Sect, heard the words and asked, "What is the intention of the head of the Wen Sect?"

"Literally." Wen Runjin raised his eyebrows, "The second son of your family has worked under Feng Rugu's family for six years, what do you plan to do now? Are you going to stand on Feng Rugu's side?"

"My son, Xiao Ran, was granted the Taoist Lord Blue Eyes, accepted as an apprentice, a teacher for a day, and a father for life. He must not cover up for the teacher, and similarly, the master of the Wenmen must not fabricate and speculate about things that never happened." Xiao Siru turned to Luo Fuchun, and asked loudly through a layer of magic circle, "However, do you know about Yun Zhongjun becoming a demon?"

Luo Fuchun held on to Sang Luojiu's hand, he was stunned and couldn't speak, even many sword-like eyes were piercing him, still didn't know it.

Many myths have greatly reduced his perception.

Xiao Siru slightly raised his voice: "But?"

Luo Fuchun suddenly woke up from his stupor: "My child doesn't know..."

"Master Wen, did you hear that? He said he didn't know, but he didn't know." Xiao Siru turned to Wen Runjin, and bowed his hands politely, "Master Wen, please respect yourself."

Wen Runjin didn't make things difficult, he asked for some cheap words, and then kept his mouth shut.

Who knows how mean and ungrateful Feng Rugu was to his two disciples?

These two apprentices have traveled far and wide in recent years, trying to earn money in different ways, and they just want to squander it as before.

Up to now, no one has seen them use the Guixu swordsmanship, no one has seen them learn the slightest bit of skill from Feng Ruyu, but the name was changed to the name of the wine casually by Feng Ruyu. Two good young men were driven as handymen.

In Wen Runjin's view, this is almost tantamount to humiliation.

Wen Runjin asked himself, if he was treated like this, and if he caught Feng Ruyu, he would never cover it up for Feng Ruyu.

Wen Runjin would not believe it if it was said that his two apprentices loved and respected him so much that they dared to hide this heinous crime for him.

Therefore, he only needs to draw everyone's attention away from himself.

Talking too much, on the contrary, it seems that he Wen Runjin is making things difficult for others.

After Luo Fuchun finished answering, his eyes turned black, and he felt that only Luo Jiu was real in this world.

So he squeezed Sang Luojiu's cold palm even harder, and softly called the names of the people around him: "Luojiu..."

Sang Luojiu clenched her hands tightly, her back tensed, and for a moment she forgot to pretend to be weak.

Fortunately, his senior brother is now in a state of confusion, and has never noticed his abnormality at this moment.

Sang Luojiu was thinking hard about why things turned out like this, and whether she had any countermeasures.

But the more Sang Luo thought about it for a long time, the more his body trembled.

At first, Sang Luojiu thought that the master's refusal to teach them swordsmanship was simply because he didn't like their aptitude.

Sang Luo didn't feel humiliated for a long time, on the contrary, he liked such a proud master.

A person like Master should be proud all his life.

If he has this ability, but his personality is humble and gentle, and loses his charm, it will make Sang Luojiu feel uninterested.

However, Master...

Sang Luojiu carefully considered the days and nights he spent with his master before he suddenly realized that the master he thought he followed step by step was actually a phantom.

The real master, he had never known.

Luo Fuchun whispered in his ear, his voice was like a dream: "Luo Jiu, this must be fake....This is a nightmare."

Sang Luojiu also held Luo Fuchun's hand tightly. Seeing the chaos in front of him, he was so excited that he had goosebumps. The feeling of admiration was accompanied by a wave of admiration. inhibition.

He worked so hard to suppress the smile on his lips.

Master...how many secrets do you have?

Luo Jiu really wants to know...

Seeing that Wen Runjin's flag had died down, his eldest son Wen Chen walked forward silently.

After seeing Feng Rugu again in Wenshi Gate, he was aroused from the fear of the past. In the past few months, he didn't think about food and drink, and his description became thinner and thinner.

Wen Chen's voice was as light as a mosquito's, and Ai Ai said: "Father... Yun Zhongjun fell into the devil, it should not be his intention. In the 'Leaving World'..."

At that time, in order to save the six people who had escaped from prison, Feng Rugu's right eye was severely injured by Na Dingyou.

Perhaps, it was then...

Wen Runjin was too lazy to listen to his sticky tone, and scolded: "Shut up!"

Coming out of "The Leftovers", Wen Chen suffered from a serious heart disease and couldn't hear loudly at all. Hearing his father's scolding, his back immediately shivered, and he couldn't help breaking out in cold sweat.

He took out his handkerchief, stamped his forehead, and really shut up.

Beside him, Wen Min, the second younger brother who once angered Feng Rugu because of the death of his sister Wen Shen'er, hesitated for a moment, pulled his eldest brother, and whispered in a low voice: "Brother, tell me, what happened to Feng Rugu in the 'Leaving World'?"

After the eldest brother came out of "The Last World", he kept the word "The Last World" secret.

He had never heard his eldest brother talk about what happened in that fallen March.

The brief meeting between Wen Min and Feng Ruyu was definitely not pleasant.

But Wen Min still remembered that when his father repeatedly apologized to Feng Rugu for his rude behavior, Feng Rugu actually spoke for him.

He wanted to know, what happened in "The Leftovers" that would turn the high-spirited elder brother into this appearance, and make Feng Ruyuan choose to become a demon?

Wen Chen, however, was the same as before, when he heard the word "survival", he kept silent, showing a lifeless look.

Wen Min felt bitter when he saw that he was like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.

Wen Chen was trying his best to pretend to be his dead man, when suddenly he heard a ghostly whisper in his ear: "It's really funny. No one else knows how Feng Rugu was infected with demonic energy, so can you, Wen Chen, say that you don't know? "

Wen Chen screamed like a frightened old hen. Looking back, he saw that the visitor was wearing three silver hairpins, and the mithril earring on his left ear reflected some dazzling light under the morning glow. He looked like a scholar. .

Wen Chen's cry attracted a lot of attention.

After seeing clearly who was coming, there was a moment of silence all around.

"Ha, who am I? It turns out that it is Daoist Jing who has long since left Ying Tianchuan and established his own family." Wen Runjin sarcastically said, "Jing Daojun doesn't do business with demons, so why come here?"

Someone clapped their hands and said in harmony: "Yes, no wonder Jing Daojun and Xing Feng have such a good relationship. It turns out that they are people of the same way and cherish each other."

The seemingly gentle Jing Sanchai opened her mouth and scolded: "Where is the wild ghost, farting here?"

The man suddenly changed color: "You—"

"Wen Chen, tell me." Jing Sanchai ignored the man's nonsense, reached out to grab Wen Chen's arm, his eyes were as cold as a knife, "You should know best why he became a demon."

Wen Chen was sweating profusely, and he dared not speak.

"Where are the people who came out of 'The Last World' alive?" Jing Sanchai said loudly, "Do you want me to give you face? Do you dare to say that you don't know the reason why you have become a demon?!"

He raised a silver hairpin and pointed at a young man in the crowd: "Don't you know?"

The man bowed his head hastily.

Jing Sanchai pointed to the next one: "What about you?"

The person he tapped sucked loudly.

Jing Sanchai angrily pulled Wen Chen's arm like a quail: "You!"

Wen Chen's legs trembled, his knees softened, and he almost knelt down.

In the chilling silence, Jing Sanchai laughed loudly: "That's right! You don't know anything! It's Feng Rushi's fault to fall into the devil. If he is forced to death by you, the account between you will be written off. What do you owe him! You have made good calculations and done a good job! Jing is willing to bow down! Willing to bow down!"

Wen Runjin saw that he was catching his eldest son in a difficult situation and kept scribbling at Shimen's face. He couldn't help being annoyed, and turned to Lord Yingxu Zhou Beinan who was sitting in front of him: "Mr. Yingxu! Don't you care about it?!"

Mr. Yingxu turned his head, wiped the lavender cloud pattern on his forehead with his fingertips, and dismissed the relationship lightly: "He is not my apprentice anymore. I don't care."

Among the crowd, several youths secretly took a deep breath.

...they naturally knew what was going on.

Back then, Feng Rugu saved their lives, and it took half of their flesh and blood to allow them to stand here today.

Although everyone reached a consensus after leaving the "Leaving World" and never mentioned such things that insulted the integrity of the Taoist sect, but Feng Rugu suffered more than a hundred knives from Ding You's hands, and the place was extremely filthy. Thinking about it this way, Feng Rugu It is indeed possible that he was not actively possessed, but was killed by Ding You.

Perhaps, they can...

"Jing Daojun, don't make unreasonable troubles." Seeing that everyone's arrogance was suppressed by Jing Sanchai's voice questioning, and Jing Sanchai was going to tell the truth about the "legacy", Liu Yu, Xuanji Lord, took a step forward and said in a gentle voice, "If Lord Yunzhong is Because he rescued the people who were living in the "remaining world" back then, causing evil spirits to enter his body, then he should be a Taoist hero, and we should treat him kindly. However, he has concealed it for a full ten years, what is he plotting, and Daoist Jing knows the reason?"

In a few words, he summed up the things in "The Last World".

...What happened in "The Leftovers" is not important at all.

He pointed out Feng Ruyu's intention to conceal this matter.

After he mentioned it, most of the people who survived in the "Remaining World" showed expressions of gratitude in unison.

Those who wanted to say something in the crowd also felt that it would be inappropriate for them to clarify the truth, so they had to keep their mouths shut.

Jing Sanchai understood Feng Rugu, and knew the reason for his concealment without having to talk to him:

This kid is hard-boned and lonely, he is used to admiring himself, how can he tell him about his suffering?

But he also knows that this is not a reason that can be spoken publicly, let alone convincing the public.

When Jing Sanchai paused, Liu Yu turned to Mr. Yingxu again: "Mr. Yingxu, what do you think about this? The four sects are the leaders of the Taoist sect, and they hide filth and filth in it. On the contrary, have you made up your mind to be in cahoots with him?"

As he said that, Liu Yu showed a bit of sadness: "Perhaps, in your opinion, the fact that people from the Taoist sect have been sealed and blinded for ten years is not as important as your old friendship with Ying Tianchuan and Fengling?"

Lord Yingxu heard the embarrassment of his words, and his face changed slightly: "You—"

"...Mr. Xuanji may have made a mistake."

A soft female voice took over the words and said calmly: "Master Ying Tianchuan, it's me now, not my uncle."

Xuanji Jun looked towards the source of the voice: "...Wang Shu Jun."

Ying Tianchuan's current lord is a young female Taoist monarch, named Zhou Wang, nicknamed Wangshu, with a slim figure, but two heavy bronze double knives are placed by her side.

She gave a soft "hmm", but her palm seemed to carelessly caress twice on the pair of knives placed by her side.

The copper rings on the knife struck each other, and the crisp and bright sound of "Lingling" made people feel horrified.

Everyone knows that she is the daughter of Wen Xuechen, the former senior brother of Qingliang Valley, and the niece of Lord Yingxu Zhou Beinan. She was taught the way of governing the world under the disciple of Lord Zhiyue in Danyang Peak, and she most worships Lord Xiaoyao, the former master of Fengling. Now he is the master of Ying Tianchuan, with a complicated identity that should not be underestimated.

Xuanji Jun cupped his hands and bowed: "Wang Shu Jun, what's your opinion?"

Wang Shujun stroked his knife and smiled, "I don't have any insights for the time being. You continue to talk, and I'm listening."

She was taught to be stable under Zhiyuejun's seat, and the burning gaze of a warrior was hidden under her gaze like a pool of autumn water, making it difficult to distinguish reality from reality.

This remark neither clearly stated a position, but also had the meaning of settling accounts after autumn, which made Xuanji Lord inevitably frown.

... This woman is not ordinary.

Wang Shujun glanced at his uncle Yingxu Jun, exchanged glances with Lin Haoxin, the current owner of Danyang Peak, and shook his head at them.

——The visitors present are half for subduing demons, and half for Fengling.

As members of the four sects, they can't say much now.

To say more is to make more mistakes.

It's better to wait for the opportunity, wait for Chang Boning to appear, explain the situation, and then make a response.

Seeing that everyone in the family was waiting impatiently, Liu Yu took it away when she saw the deal, and returned to the original place, calmly, waiting for Chang Boning or Feng Rugu to come out and explain.

He was not in a bad mood, and turned to ask the person behind him: "Mr. Jing Han, how is your injury?"

The wound on Han Jing's shoulder had already been wrapped up. He didn't show pain on his face, and said calmly: "It's much better. Thank you Xuanji for your concern."

After asking this question, Liu Yu felt that she had fulfilled her duty of caring for the counselor, and turned to talk to Wen Runjin.

He could tell that Wen Runjin hated Feng Rugu and was stupid enough.

He needs to find a handy tool.

Han Jing stood not far behind the eloquent and eloquent Xuanji Jun, not saying a word, just a qualified shadow.

His "Mr. Jing Han" face and facial features are extremely plain, and his temperament is also restrained, so dull that few people notice him.

No one knows what kind of plan is brewing in his mind.

Feng Rugu's body has been corroded by demon energy for these years, and he is afraid that it is already riddled with holes, and it is impossible for him to successfully become demonic.

Now, all the Taoist sects are forcing him, and he will be disappointed after seeing the ugliness of these people.

And at that time, he would openly make a move and leave with the seal.

And his own soul can be used by Feng Rugu to make up for it, and give him back a healthy body.

In this way, Bo Ning won't hurt himself, and he doesn't have to give up his position as the master of Fengling for the same reason.

At that time, I would hand him over to Thirty-four, and publicly write a confession, bearing all the responsibilities as "Shi Shujing", and publicizing all the crimes he knew in the Taoist sect during the past ten years.

His reputation has been ruined, and Lin Xuejing needs to take the responsibility of not detecting the conspiracy of his subordinates.

In this way, his already criticized position in the Unworldly Sect will be even more precarious.

Thirty-four has a very close relationship with Feng Ruyu, so he will naturally find a place to stay in the Unworldly Clan for Feng Ruyu.

At that time, he will be able to regain his freedom and display his talents in the magic way as before.

The Taoist sect will fall into a long rectification due to the disclosure of various evil things.

The coexistence of light and shadow, the intersection of yin and yang, the way of heaven can survive.

Sixteen human lives, plus one Haijing, in exchange for the current situation, lured Feng Ruzhi to recognize the darkness of the Taoist sect, and saved more casualties in the struggle, Han Jing believes that it is completely worth it.

While Han Jing was calmly calculating his own life and death, he stood silently a hundred feet away, with green veils around his eyes and a Taoist robe.

Others looked at it, only thought that this person had bad eyesight, and didn't think much about it.

No one would have guessed that the incumbent president of the Unworldly Clan, Leader Thirty-four, simply came here blindfolded because he really couldn't stop the dark blue pupils of the Demonic Dao.

And Xu Pingsheng, who was following him, was not recognized by anyone.

Xu Pingsheng already had a natural scent of pine needles on his body, and his corpse smell was extremely light. Everyone present was eager for someone in charge of Fengling Mountain to come out and give an explanation, so they didn't pay attention. Among the many Taoists, Unexpectedly, a demon cultivator and an awakened corpse were mixed in.

Xu Pingsheng grabbed Thirty-four's hand, looking forward to it.

Thirty-four seemed to have eyes on the top of his head, and pushed Xu Pingsheng down.

"It depends on the situation." Thirty-four said quietly, "Let's act according to the opportunity."

It was rare for Xu Pingsheng not to get angry, but he just nodded slightly, and relying on Thirty-four not being able to see now, he lightly stroked Thirty-four's wind-blown hairband to the back of his head, and tidied it up for him carefully.

Thirty-four listened to the wind and discerned the sound, without saying a word, pretending not to know Xu Pingsheng's movements, the corners of his mouth were only slightly raised.

When the people in the Taoist sect were commotioning again, the door of the Green Bamboo Hall creaked and slowly opened.

Chang Boning, who had already received the transmission, walked out from the gate of the palace, waved a falling flower, stepped on it, and slowly descended to the front of the Haoran Pavilion, landing with one foot.

Now that the matter has come to this point, it will be useless for him to avoid it.

He must give everyone an explanation.

Chang Boning ordered softly: "Release the formation of sealing the mountain."

As soon as the formation was lifted, all the Taoist sects went up the stairs one after another under the leadership of Lord Xuanji, and stood at a distance from Chang Boning.

To be honest, everyone is a little afraid of Chang Boning who is known as "Ghost Heart Guanyin".

The calmer and gentler his face was, the more everyone could think of his Tasha sword technique of killing thousands of demons at night. When facing each other, they would inevitably remain silent in fear.

It was Xuanji Lord Liu Yu who took the initiative to stand up, saluted gracefully, and said with a pleasant face, "Mr. Duan Rong has finally come out. Feng Ruyuan was transformed into a demon in Hanshan Temple. Liu saw it with his own eyes, and Mr. Duan Rong took him away. It is obvious to all, Mr. Duan Rong must have known about this a long time ago, dare to ask, what is the purpose of Fengling hiding the demon for ten years? How does Mr. Duan Rong plan to deal with this monster with the surname?"

When someone started, everyone became more courageous and echoed one after another.

"Yes, how is Duan Rong-jun?"

"You have to give us an explanation, otherwise, who knows if he has the same spirit as the devil? Has he betrayed the secrets of the Taoism these years?"

"Couldn't Fengling be taking shelter of him?"

Amidst the commotion, Han Jing quietly withdrew to the side taking advantage of the surging crowd.

... Where should I be now?

If it was Bo Ning, he would be hidden in the Chalcedony Lake.

Chang Boning looked at the other side from one side, looked at the faces full of resentment, looked at their lips that kept opening and closing.

He was strangely calm, put one hand on his chest, and bowed slightly.

Everyone thought that he was going to say something, so they couldn't help but shut up, and listened attentively to see how he defended Feng Ruru.

"He won't come out as usual." Chang Boning said, "He is recuperating. I will take his responsibility."

Hearing this, Han Jing frowned slightly.

... idiot.

Mr. Xuanji intentionally misinterpreted Chang Boning's meaning, and said: "Mr. Duan Rong may not be too understated, right? What you mean is that as the master of Fengling, you want to overwhelm the entire Fengling, and you must also protect the seal as well as before. gone?"

Chang Boning forgot Xuanji Jun's name and face, stared at his face and thought for a while, but couldn't think of how to address him, so he had to give up, and said slowly: "...why did you get involved with Fengling? I am me, Fengling is Fengling, if you insist on confusing the two, I don’t understand your intention.”

Mr. Xuanji wanted to speak again, but some people lost their temper and yelled: "He is deliberately delaying time! Come on, let's enter Fengling together, pull out that surnamed Feng, and ask him to talk to us in person! "

Chang Boning took a step forward, and said calmly: "...I'll see who dares."

Before everyone could reply, someone called out in surprise, "Look!"

The blazing smoke rose from the corner of Fengling, and the long smoke and red flames went straight to the sky, reflecting the corner of the sky scarlet.

The scorching fire started from "still waters run deep".

Sang Luojiu suddenly stood up straight, and together with Luo Fuchun, he was speechless.

Thousands of precious classics in "Still Water Flows Deep" are held up by the flames and whirling away. The flames burn out, and the ashes of paper fall like snow.

Chang Boning was surprised, and clenched his palms tightly: "...as before?"

Feng Rugu walked out step by step from the place where the firelight and Lingshuang intersected, and came towards the Haoran Pavilion.

He was dressed in black clothes, with a monocle over his right eye, a small mole on the tip of his nose, and pale skin. His lips looked rosy, as if he had applied a light layer of rouge.

The bong he used to used was out of tobacco and hadn't been lit, but he held it casually in his palm.

Chang Boning didn't dare to retreat, for fear that the crowd would find an opportunity to attack him together, so he endured his anxiety, and when Feng Ruyuan walked behind him step by step, he ordered in a low voice: "As usual! Go back!"

Feng Rugu didn't seem to have heard Chang Boning's words.

He glanced intently at the faces of all the people and beings in the audience, and said with a smile: "Everyone, everyone is here."