Everyone owes me a favor

Feng Ruyuan followed the sword and came to a palace room that had been burned beyond recognition.

The grass and trees are scattered and turned into ashes, and the black marks are dragging along. You can vaguely imagine the heroic scene of the sky filled with fire umbrellas and the half-mountain red.

The enfolding tree in front of the hall gate is half dark and half green. Entering the hall, the first thing you see is the half-collapsed screen wall in the courtyard and a burnt plaque. The original plaque melted and melted. There are three characters, only the word "Jing" at the beginning of Yu, who is lonely and alone in the world.

After entering the main hall, Ruyi stood still among the broken walls and did not take a step forward.

Feng Rugu looked around calmly, feeling that this place looked very familiar.

Fortunately, his thoughts were not without success.

He clapped his hands together: Although this place is bigger and more spacious, isn't the furnishings and decorations the same as the Buddhist house where he slept these days?

He looked at Ruyi and wanted to tug on his sleeves, to let him see that the people who lived here had the same taste as him.

However, when he turned his face, he saw that Ruyi's face was full of disbelief, as if an irresistible pain seized his heart.

He swayed his body, and could barely support himself not to fall.

Seeing his frightening expression, Feng Rugu obediently shut his mouth and shrank his head back.

The docile young man who was called "Sang Luojiu" by Ruyi was not surprised when he saw the difference in his expression: "... Ruyi layman?"

Ru Yi raised his hand: "...It doesn't matter."

Feng Ruyuan thought, his lips are white, what face is there for him to die.

The palace room has been cleaned up, and some completely burnt objects have been cleaned up, so it looks a bit empty.

Sang Luojiu walked around to a small cabinet that was so burned that half of the shelf was left, opened the drawer handle made of gemstones, and took out a scroll of canvas: "Master burned most of 'Still Water Flowing Deep' with a fire, but still A few small items were left behind. This is what I found when I took inventory."

In the portrait, a teenager is holding a girl with red makeup and double braids, smiling brightly.

The author's painting skills are not bad, the girl can still see the same eyebrows, eyes and head corners, as cold and awkward as him, one hand firmly grasped the boy's lapel, trying to avoid it resistingly, and landed on the canvas, But it turned into a state of attachment that took the initiative to lean into the boy's arms.

Feng Ruyi was amazed immediately, and looked at Ruyi with eyes full of respect.

...Big brother, I never thought you would have such a preference.

As for the boy next to the girl, Feng Rugu only thought it looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was at the moment.

Sang Luojiu said: "I think this painting looks like layman Ruyi, doesn't it?"

Feng Ruyuan thought that a person like Ruyi who wanted to save face would definitely deny that this pervert who disguised himself as a woman was himself, or make nonsense that this was his unnamed sister or something.

Unexpectedly, he took the painting very seriously, covered it with a layer of gentle spiritual power, and hid it in his arms: "...Thank you."

After putting away the painting, Ruyi asked Sang Luojiu again: "When will you and Luo Fuchun go home?"

"I won't go back." Sang Luojiu said, "I will tidy up 'Still Waters Run Deep' and restore it to the same level as before. After that, my brother and I will stay here for three years to guard the spirit of our master."

Ruyi frowned slightly: "Nowadays, in the Taoist sect, you and Luo Fuchun don't think you and Luo Fuchun know about his becoming a demon. You should understand why he gave you such a name: dragging you down is not what he wants."

Sang Luojiu was very calm, folded his sleeves and lowered his head, and replied gracefully: "But this is what my brother and I want. Layman Ruyi, please."

Sang Luojiu didn't look very sad.

In other words, he was born unable to learn intense emotions. Even when his mother died, he only gave himself a moment to indulge his emotions.

What's more, ten days have passed since Feng Ru's death.

He silently and methodically planned the future, including how to restore the original appearance of "still waters run deep" as quickly as possible, where to build a hut, and so on.

... This is also the first time that Sang Luojiu did something that didn't pay off.

He knew that this was not in line with his own style of conduct.

But he had nothing to care about anymore.

Ruyi left "Still Waters Run Deep", Sang Luojiu led the way, Feng Ruyi looked around as usual, wanting to see the excitement.

Suddenly, something hit Feng Feng as before.

Ruyi reacted faster, Shunbu dodged it, looked down, and found that the "hidden weapon" that struck was actually a pine cone, spinning around on the ground.

Ruyi: "..."

He turned his head and saw Yan Jiangnan in plain clothes, and the squirrel lying on her shoulder.

Before Yan Jiangnan could say hello to Ruyi, her squirrel yelled at Feng Ruzhi again, and threw a pine cone in Feng Ruzhi's direction again, scaring Feng Ruzhi back into the sword .

...He decided to hate squirrels from today on.

Yan Jiangnan gently pacified the little squirrel's mouth with his fingertips to appease its inexplicable agitation, and then nodded slightly apologetically to Ruyi: "It was given to me by my little brother, and his personality is a bit naughty... sorry, Offended."

Frightened, Feng Ruzhi thought angrily, then your little brother has really bad taste.

But to tell the truth, the girl was beautiful.

Such a beautiful girl will take the initiative to talk to Ruyi, Ruyi should cherish her beauty and talk to her more.

However, to Feng Ruzhi's disappointment, Ruyi didn't talk much, so that Feng Ruyuan, who was hiding in the sword and eavesdropping, couldn't hear anything interesting, so the two said goodbye and went their separate ways.

Worried about being attacked by squirrels again, Feng Ruyuan simply huddled in the arms of "Renzhu" in a dignified manner, and at the same time thought angrily, when you chat with me, don't you talk a lot?

How come you become a saw-jawed gourd when you meet someone else?

Just when Feng Ruyi felt that this son was not up to the mark, Ruyi outside suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He paused for a moment before calling out the Taoist name of the person opposite: "... Duan Rongjun."

"Are you here?" The man's voice was tired, but he still couldn't hide his gentleness, which made people like it. "There are a lot of affairs in the mountain, so I didn't have time to entertain you. I'm sorry."

As soon as Feng Rugu heard this person's voice, he eagerly wanted to see that person's appearance.

With such a nice gentle fairy voice, her face must not be much worse.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he showed his head, he was pushed back by Ruyi again.

Feng Ruyu was dissatisfied: Show me the beauty!

Ruyi ignored him and sealed the sword.

Feng Rugu was very angry, he walked around the world of Qiankun within the sword a few times, sat down on the spot, thought, wait, I will forget your name in a while, and I will piss you off.

However, after a while, he forgot why he was angry.

But he still remembered that the people outside were called Ruyi.

He thought that although he had no chance to meet the gentle beauty, if Ruyi's face smiled, he would definitely not lose to anyone.

Ruyi walked side by side with the beauty called "Jun Rong", and did not forget to transmit a voice to the sword: "Father, are you angry?"

Feng Ruyuan was dumbfounded, did not answer, and fell into his own gray thoughts again.

Seeing that there was no reply, Ruyi didn't dare to make more efforts, for fear of scaring him again.

Chang Boning, who was walking in the misty rain and fog, suddenly stopped and said softly, "...is it raining?"

As soon as he came from just now, he saw that he was covered with thin rain on his clothes, and he just assumed that he didn't mind the thin autumn rain.

Chang Boning looked at the sky and smiled: "I've been thinking about things, but I never noticed the rain."

Ruyi kept silent and didn't remind him that the rain started to fall early in the morning.

Chang Boning took out an umbrella from the storage ring, and gave it to Ruyi.

Ruyi shook his head and refused.

"I've known about the same thing for a long time, but I've been hiding it for him." Chang Boning said softly, "I'm sorry."

If you don't say a word.

His mind has always been clear, but he is too attached to the matter of his adoptive father, so that he is trapped in the "appearance", and it is difficult to break the truth.

After Feng Rugu cut off his meridians, all the details and clues in the past had a perfect explanation.

...it's just too late.

He pressed the sword with his palm, wanting to reveal the secret to Chang Boning, just as he was about to speak, he heard an unusual sound of footsteps.

He stopped his voice in time, looked at the person coming, and his face sank.

"Mr. Duanrong." Xuanji Lord Liu Yu has changed into a heavy brocade autumn dress, followed by Liu Yuanqiong in black clothes with a solemn expression, "Today is the sacrifice ceremony of Yunzhong Lord, come to pay your respects at the Changyou Gate. Xiang, are you bothering me?"

Chang Boning looked at him, and then withdrew his gaze: "...don't bother."

Mr. Xuanji observed Chang Boning's complexion carefully: "Mr. Duanrong, my condolences."

The corners of Chang Boning's mouth stretched, but he still couldn't smile: "Yeah."

Liu Yu's deliberate spying was all caught by Ru's eyes.

Ruyi let go of the hand holding the "image of all living beings" and lowered his eyebrows in thought.

Now, countless pairs of eyes are staring at Chang Boning.

Because Feng Ruyu died too quickly, which was not to their liking.

Especially the Swordsman Tang, will he spy on Fengling secretly?

If he told Chang Boning about this matter, with Chang Boning's temperament, would he have the ability to hide it from all the eyes and ears in the Taoist sect, and guarantee that the news that his adoptive father is not dead will never be leaked?

... The adoptive father's soul and body are incomplete. If he cannot rest and fall into a lifelong obsession, it is still a trivial matter. I am afraid that someone will plot evil and insist on his death.

Xuanji Jun noticed that Chang Boning looked sad, it was the great grief and pain that was suppressed forcibly, he was happy in his heart, but he sighed loudly: "Hey, Yun Zhongjun is in his prime, just explain in detail the reason why he became a demon to everyone , it doesn't have to be like this..."

"... Xuanji Jun." Chang Boning clenched his palms, and a few flying flowers fell between his fingers.

He forcibly suppressed his killing intent and interrupted him: "Please go to the Green Bamboo Hall."

Liu Yu: "So, so..."

Before he finished speaking, a pine cone flew from nowhere and hit him squarely on the back of his head.

The texture of the pine cone itself is not considered soft, let alone the force of the attack. Liu Yu was hit so hard that his eyes were blacked out, and he staggered two steps. The back of his head unexpectedly had some warm blood flowing into his back collar.

Regarding Feng Rugu's death, Liu Yuanqiong still finds it difficult to accept it. He was in a daze at the side, seeing his father staggering suddenly, he couldn't help being surprised, and immediately reached out to help him: "...Father?"

Chang Bo Ning was surprised: "Xuan Ji Jun, what's the matter?"

He turned his head and noticed the ghostly aura flowing from Ru Yijian, and also noticed the rolling pine cones on the ground. Chang Boning pursed his lips and lied, "There are many squirrels in Fengling Mountain. Sometimes they are naughty, and they are often like this." Playing tricks on people... Is Xuanji Jun safe?"

——Intuitively felt that Chang Boning's level of lying was consistent, and completely dispelled the idea of ​​telling Chang Boning about it.

Xuanji Jun didn't show his face, he said nothing happened, but he sneered in his heart.

This squirrel is strong enough to throw a pine cone.

...It seems that this monk Ruyi is really protecting Fengling.

Seeing him holding Feng Rugu's body that day, he must have done a lot of dirty things with that surname Feng, filthy Buddhism, so let's not mention it.

On the other side, Feng Rugu, who was lying in the sword, put away the tactic in his palm, and thought dissatisfiedly, how come there are people outside when his grandma wakes up.

He felt upset just hearing the man's voice, so he simply rewarded him with a fruit.

But... what were you doing just now?

It seems that I just picked up a formula...

There was an invisible funnel in Feng Rugu's mind, he completely forgot the formula he had just read, looked at his palm, and studied it over and over for a while, but after looking at it, he lost his mind again and started to study it I have a few dustpans on my fingers.

Sensing that the sound of the rain hitting the umbrella became softer, Chang Boning put down the umbrella: "The rain has stopped."

But he soon realized something, and turned his head to look not far away.

Not far from them, stood Han Jing in black clothes.

There was a spiritual light in his palm, and it was with spiritual power that he stopped the rain.

Chang Boning only met this person once in Hanshan Temple, and he has never been able to remember the person's appearance. He only knew that he was probably Xuanjijun's disciple, so he bowed slightly to him and saluted him as a thank you.

Han Jing also silently bowed to him.

After the two greeted each other politely, there was no intersection.

Han Jing could feel Chang Boning's sadness and strong self-support.

Covering him from the rain was the only thing he could do.

... At the same time, by mobilizing his spiritual power, he searched Chang Boning's body openly, but there was no trace of his soul that had been sealed.

This is just in case.

As usual, he committed suicide in public, just to not drag Fengling down.

If he escaped from the golden cicada's shell, there is absolutely no reason to stay in Fengling.

For the same reason, I will not go to Hanshan Temple as before.

Those who still care about, one is in Fengling, and the other is in Hanshan Temple.

For Ruyi, Han Jing also intended to try him, but Ruyi took the "human pillar" into the sword, his whole body was full of ghost aura, and other ghost auras were blocked and suppressed, even if he tried, he couldn't find anything.

In short, Han Jing firmly believed that Feng Rugu was definitely not dead.

So, will you still look for Jing Sanchai?

Or, at that time, Mr. Yingxu just pretended not to gather his soul, but actually cheated the world and brought him back to Qingliang Valley?

……

To Han Jing's regret, Jing Sanchai did not come because of a serious illness.

But Feng Ruyu didn't mind.

The funeral of this Lord Yunzhong was a grand one, which made Feng Ruyuan's eyes full.

The disciple who was looking for the sword in the water just now changed into a solemn and dignified white dress, and he looked outstanding.

He and Sang Luojiu, who had just been there, bowed down to the token, and bowed to Jishou again, and performed three ceremonies in total. Jiu fell to his knees again.

"Luo Fuchun, the second disciple of Lord Yunzhong, send off Master."

"Sang Luojiu, the third disciple of Lord Yunzhong, send you off to Master."

Feng Ruyu thought curiously, where is the eldest disciple?

He felt that Yun Zhongjun was ignorant of numbers, so he found it funny, so he raised his head to look at Ruyi, wondering if he would laugh.

Unexpectedly, Ruyi's lips turned pale again, and the hand holding the sword trembled violently.

Feng Rugu scratched the blade of the sword, wondering: Why did he fall ill again?

Everyone below is also discussing.

Luo Fuchun and Sang Luo were at peace for a long time, they stood up one after another, came to the side of the spiritual seat, and received everyone's gifts and incense.

It's like holding incense for three sticks, going forward to worship twice, and then walking to Luo Fuchun, standing quietly.

Luo Fuchun raised his head, staring at this layman Ruyi who was similar to his own age.

Before he opened his mouth, Luo Fuchun seemed to know his reason for coming.

"Master accepted me into Fengling and registered me as the second disciple."

Speaking of this, Luo Fuchun actually showed a sad smile: "... I thought at the time that Master was scolding me."

Luo Fuchun looked at Ruyi, his expression became much more stable, it seemed that in this short period of ten days, his mentality had grown by more than ten years: "... A few days ago, I heard my uncle talk about the past of the "Legend of the World". Speaking of the relationship between you and Master, I only know Master's intention..."

He clasped his palms together, bowed down and bowed down: "...meet my brother."

With this obeisance, Ru Yi stabbed heavily in the heart.

Feng Rugu seems to be living carelessly and superficially, but in the past ten years, he has always been in his heart.

And what did he miss...

His face was pale, and his heart ached like a twist.

And when he was hit hard, Feng Ruyu also had a hard time.

Outside the mourning hall, there were many guests, chirping and discussing various things.

"That day, he was forced to commit suicide in public by all the sects, but I never came. If I were there, I would definitely have something to say."

"It's not without reason that he became a demon... Alas! Alas!"

"No reason is an excuse for becoming a demon! He has concealed it for many years, and he has bad intentions! Maybe he has been stirring up some sinister things in the dark."

"Before the mourning hall, it's better not to speculate. Everyone is dead..."

Seeing this situation, Feng Ruyu just wanted to laugh.

What is Kunpeng's broken wings and chickens and sparrows making noise? That's it.

During this excursion, seeing so many faces of sentient beings made Feng Ruyuan realize a reality.

...It's really boring to be a human being.

So, on the second day, without discussing with anyone, he squatted silently in the shadow of the corner of the room and held up an umbrella.

He doesn't want to be a human anymore.

Now he is a little mushroom.