Everyone owes me a favor

Ruyi knew that his protests were always ineffective, so he had to make preparations in advance, adding another foot to the fence, and moving the apricot tree that had grown against the wall a few feet inward.

Sure enough, this move greatly restrained Feng Ruyu.

Whether alive or dead, he is just a lazy cat, the wall is too high, he is too lazy to climb, only occasionally climb up the tree, dangling his legs on the branch to look out, or sitting under the wall , Looking at the world outside the wall, I don't know whether it is yearning or nostalgia.

He held the gray cat in his arms, and the gray cat licked his fingers lightly, while he held the gray cat up, wanting to reciprocate, but felt that the other party's fur was so thick that he had no choice but to kiss it on the forehead One bite, meaning meaning.

When he was tired from playing with the cat outside, he would casually come to the desk where Ruyi was reading with his head down, lay down on the opposite side, and fell asleep soundly.

Animals like cats are indeed very habitual.

For ten years, although he lived in "Still Waters Flowing Deep", his body was ill. Under the poisonous effect of "Seven Flowers Seal", he suffered from injury and fatigue. For ten years, he never had a good night's sleep. Now he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Made it up.

Just seeing him sleeping in front of her, Ruyi can feel sincerely happy and peaceful.

It feels really good.

Like turning over a page of the book, I just glanced at him, stared at him for a long time, and unexpectedly became childish, crossed the table, lightly pinched the little mole on the tip of his nose, and then immediately retracted my hand, sat upright and studied hard. shape.

Feeling the movements of the outside world, Feng Ruyuan raised his eyes in a daze, looked around, but failed to find the culprit, so he continued to bury himself in the crook of his arms, rubbed his face, and after he woke himself up, he put his face on the small arm, tilting his head to look at Ruyi.

His face is calm, his eyes are fixed on the pages of the book, and his heart is like iron.

Feng Ruyuan smiled at him: "Meow."

Ruyi took a deep breath, and tightened his grip on the pages of the book.

Feng Ruzhi walked around the desk, holding the small heater in his hand, sat down on the spot against the same chair, leaned his headrest on his lap, and arched coquettishly.

Holding the book, Ru Yi kept his eyes fixed, his heart beating wildly: "You... foster father, get up, the ground is too cold."

But Feng Rugu seemed to have discovered something interesting, staring at his chest for a while, nimbly squeezed in between his arms and legs, sat on his knees, and lifted the front of his monk robe , looking inward.

Ru Yi grabbed the collar and pressed his hand at the same time: "You..."

Adhering to the principle that a cat's paws should not be under pressure, Feng Ruyuan quickly withdrew his hand, pressed it on the back of his hand, probed his head and said, "Your chest is bright."

Ruyi clutched his chest: "..."

Feng Ruyu asked curiously, "Why?"

Ruyi stared at his lips that were moistened by his own tongue and glistened with water, grabbed a layer of clothing on his knees tightly, and repeatedly warned himself that in the quiet place of Buddhism, don't come here.

Moreover, the adoptive father is mentally incomplete, so to act recklessly at this moment is really suspected of taking advantage of others' danger.

He turned his face and reluctantly replied: "Because... poor monk, there is someone in my heart."

Feng Ruyu said he didn't understand.

Ru Yi softened his voice and explained to him: "As long as he calls the door, I will light a lantern for him in my heart to welcome him home."

Feng Ruyuan half-understood, lowered his head and groped in his chest: "Why don't I have it? Is my heart empty?"

Ru Yixin felt a slight pain, as if he had ripped open the wound in his heart with his own hands: "It's fine for foster father to be like this..."

If there is an obstacle in the heart, there will be anxiety.

Even if Feng Rugu's next life will be an empty snowfield, if this can make him carefree and happy for a lifetime, it's not bad.

The monk's house in the small courtyard on the left and right was built according to the blueprint of the ideal home drawn up by the foster father and himself. The foster father would like to live here as long as he wished.

In the future, he will take good care of his soul, and he will take him out to travel around the world.

He has grown up.It's not the 13-year-old Xiao Hongchen who can't protect his adoptive father anymore.

……

As the end of the year is approaching, monks do not have the custom of celebrating the new year, but people outside the mountains attach great importance to this annual day of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new.

There was an endless stream of people coming to offer incense in the temple, in order to ensure the safety of the temple, Ruyi spent more time on patrol, but in a day, he always had eight hours, which belonged completely to Feng Ruyuan.

Later, when Ru saw that Feng Rugu and the little gray cat were very interested in the wind chimes hanging on the porch, Ru tied a bell around Feng Rugu's neck.

He really liked the sound of bells, and often when he woke up in the middle of the night, he would get out of bed and walk around the room. The copper balls touched the silver shells, making a room full of crisp and lively bells.

On the second day of the new year, the incense in Hanshan Temple became more and more prosperous. In the small courtyard of Nanshan, the aroma of sandalwood could be smelled day and night.

The gray cat escaped to watch the excitement, leaving Feng Rugu, who was too lazy to climb the wall, to stay at home alone, leaning against the pillar of the porch, with his eyes closed and his hands folded, roasting a small stove made of red clay, and setting a circle around the stove Chestnuts, wait until they are cooked.

"Human Pillar" was left by Ruyi to protect him.

After a year of living in the world, "Renzhu" Xiao Wu's once strong love for men and women towards Feng Rugu has completely transformed into maternal instinct.

On her own initiative, she took a monk's robe from Ruyi's hanger and put it on Feng Rugu.

Feng Ruyu slept soundly.

When the clothes were draped over his shoulders, he shrank his body and called softly: "... Father, Mother..."

The "Pillar of Man" floated around him, Xiao Liu leaned over and hugged him, and said affectionately, "Aniang is here."

Her other brothers were all silent, not wanting to admit that they had just been promoted to become uncles and aunts.

Her embrace was like a cloud, Feng Ruzhi relaxed his mind, and continued to talk about his thoughts in a soft voice: "...Nurse is sick, I need to call a doctor..."

In the afternoon, the sky was already overcast, Feng Rugu's face turned pink and white under the skylight, he shrank his hands and feet, like a child, which made Xiaoliu feel more like a mother.

She was thinking about how to comfort him when she heard a crisp "click" sound behind her.

A chestnut was roasted and jumped out of the oven, and Gu Lulu was beaten on the ground a few times. The roasted cracked shell revealed the bright yellow flesh inside.

Feng Ruzhi opened his eyes, saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, and plunged into her arms like a dream.

little six:"……?"

However, after a while, Feng Rugu, who was about to act like a baby, stopped in time, raised his head again, looked at her, and moved back slowly.

He muttered in a low voice: "I misread, it's not you..."

Feng Rugu has learned a lot about cats' habits in the past ten years, and now he is very familiar with them.

He stretched lazily, picked up the chestnuts that rolled away from the ground, and kept them for himself, and picked up another seven or eight roasted chestnuts on the stove, and stuffed them into the hands of "Ren Zhu".

... Seeing more ugly things makes them less ugly.

Standing on the porch, Feng Rugu suddenly felt fine grains on his face.

He raised his hand and touched his cheek, looked up at the sky with a confused expression, wondering what it was.

Today's "Renzhu" is more knowledgeable and knowledgeable than the insane Feng Rugu.

"It's snowing," she said.

Hanshan Temple has always had little snow in winter. When Feng Rugu was taken back to Hanshan Temple last year, there was no snow in the winter, but it was simply cold. At that time, Feng Rugu was very insensitive to the outside world and was keen on Yu played Hong Xing, who had cheated on her, which really gave Ruyi a headache for a few days.

This year, the heavy snow fell with great momentum, and the whole day of goose feather snow fell so that the world was quiet.

Su Xue froze, and the breeze soared into the sleeves.

On the river not far from Hanshan Temple, there is a black-covered ferry boat moored. The boat is covered with a layer of snow. It is a pleasure to fish in the cold river and snow".

The snow in the mountains made it difficult to travel, and fewer people came to offer incense, and Ruyi also spared some time to come back and take care of his cat foster father.

The heavier the snow fell outside the house, the more sleepy Feng Ruyi became.

The stove in the room was burning vigorously day and night, and the silver charcoal was quietly emitting a "silk" sound of burning.

Feng Rugu slept soundly on Rugu's lap, while the little gray cat hugged Feng Ruzhi's arms, imitating his sleeping position.

Ruyi's legs were a little numb, but he didn't say anything, didn't even move a bit, he just took his fingers and curled a loose lock of hair, twirled around his fingertips, and curled a bunch of sideburns into small curls.

At some point, Feng Ruyuan woke up and turned around, looking at the sky filled with broken Qiongyu, suddenly said clearly: "I want to see pomegranate flowers."

Ruyi put down the scroll: "Now is not the season for pomegranate flowers."

Feng Rugu: "Then I want to see Hongxing."

Ruyi is helpless: "... foster father. Those are only available in spring."

"Spring..." Feng Rugu murmured, "Dad told me that next spring, he would take me to the mountains to see apricot blossoms and pomegranate flowers."

Feng Ruzhi grabbed Ruyi's belt, buried his face in his lower abdomen, and asked in a muffled voice, "...when will spring come?"

Ru opened his mouth and was about to answer when he suddenly stopped.

He straightened Feng Ruyuan's face, told him to face himself, and gently pressed his forehead against his forehead, rubbing it attached: "...Come right away."

In Hanshan Temple, there is a young monk in Tsing Yi sweeping snow in front of the Bodhisattva Hall.

The weather was cold, and the breath turned into ice. The little monk put down the bamboo broom, put his hands to his lips and breathed, and glanced at Nanshan from the corner of his eyes, staring for a moment.

He thought he was wrong, so he rubbed his eyes and looked again——

The snow on the Nanshan side melted rapidly, and half of the cloudy sky was moved to the side. The originally melting ice and snow melted and melted into the soil.

The hundreds of insects sleeping underground felt the moistness and warmth of the land, and came up one after another, wondering why the hibernation was so short this time.

The flowers and trees quickly spit out their pistils and branch out. At first, the forest is empty and dark, and the spring is light and fragrant. Soon, the green poplars are forming shadows, the red apricots are leaning against the clouds, and the spring scenery like a fire is flowing all over the mountain.

The abbot of Hanshan Temple sent someone to ask, why did Ruyi forcefully use his kung fu and make such a waste of money, so he had to return to spring early?

"Luoxue is boring." Ruyi leaned on the doorway, "I welcome the spring early, why not?"

The little monk who came to inquire was speechless and left embarrassingly.

Ruyi closed the courtyard door again, looked up, and saw a small red apricot sitting on a branch of a clump of red apricots, eager to move and try to get out of the wall.

With a helpless smile, he jumped up onto the tree, hugged his waist at the waist, landed on his feet lightly, and the silver bells rang in the courtyard.

Needless to say, the fact that Hanshan Temple came early in spring was regarded as a miracle by the people in Gusu City.

In a wine shop in a small town thousands of miles away from Hanshan Temple and Fengling, a handsome Taoist dressed in white stepped into the snow, with two swords on his shoulders, one snail-blue and the other plain-colored. .

Xiaoer, who was dozing off behind the counter, heard the noise of the door curtain, hurriedly wiped off his saliva, got up to greet him, and greeted him attentively: "Master Taoist, what wine do you want to drink?"

Chang Boning was polite: "Excuse me, a pot of rice wine."

"Come on." Xiao Er wiped his hands, "Master Dao, it's the New Year's Eve, which fairy mansion are you going back to?"

"Where did you come to the Immortal Mansion? It's just an unknown place." Chang Boning let out a breath of air, "I'm away on business, and I won't be going back this year."

Xiao Er brought a jug of warm wine in time, Chang Boning thanked him, poured out half a cup, and drank it down in one gulp.

Xiao Er saw that he was drinking too fast, either he was a wine glutton, or he was a stunned young man who had misjudged his drinking capacity, so he couldn't help reminding: "The wine in the shop is strong, so the Taoist priest should drink slowly."

Chang Boning said gently: "It's okay. I drink very well."

Xiao Er was curious: "Born?"

Chang Boning said calmly: "It can always be practiced."

He put down the wine glass, placed another piece of silver, and took out an exquisite silver-chain jug: "This wine is very good. Make another jug ​​for me, and I will take it away."

Xiaoer's eyes lit up, he quickly took the broken silver, put it in his mouth and bit it, then picked up the jug with a happy smile: "Come right away, come right away."

Xiaoer didn't dare to accept such a large amount of silver without authorization, so he went to the backyard and knocked on the door of the proprietress's room.

Chang Boning was about to toast, when he glanced at the ice and snow world outside the curtain from the corner of his eyes, his expression froze suddenly, he put down the wine glass, flew out, without any explanation, grabbed the skirt of the person passing by outside the curtain, and held "" Today" scabbard, a blow to the chest, almost shattered his inner alchemy!

On the long street, it was windy and snowy, there were no other pedestrians on the road, and the shops on the roadside were also closed, so no one noticed the commotion on the long street.

Chang Boning pushed him to the ground.

Rough snow particles fluttered on his face, making his voice and face blurred together.

"I'll give you a chance." Chang Boning's voice was very soft, and his cultivation was such that he couldn't speak too violently. Under such circumstances, he still seemed too meek, "Answer me, Jin Yingsheng, the son of the Golden Gate Master of Longshan Gate, you Refining corpses in Jiuqi Town, absorbing the vitality of living beings, and cultivating for yourself, did you collude with the Demon Walking Corpse Sect?"

"Often..." The visitor was surprised by this surprise, but his panic overwhelmed the pain, "The person who wrote to invite me to come here is you?"

Chang Boning only asked one thing: "Who do you think?"

"I thought..." Shocked by Chang Boning's power, Jin Yingsheng closed his eyes and confessed in a low voice, "I thought it was... that person, the one who used Tang Dao... He killed a Taoist, Carrying the dead body, he passed my Longshan Gate majesticly, and happened to meet me. I was about to capture him, but he said... that he wanted me to help him place the corpse on the Longshanmen Sutra Pavilion according to his request, otherwise he would be killed in the future. Well, the secret of Longshan Gate is hard to keep, and he still has the evidence of my correspondence with the Walking Corpse Sect, so I..."

Chang Boning put the scabbard of "Today" against his chest, and asked anxiously, "Do you still remember that man's face?"

In order to save his life, Jin Yingsheng talked endlessly: "Remember! I can draw for—"

Before the words fell, Chang Boning's hand holding the scabbard was hit hard for no reason, and he stabbed forward fiercely!

Jin Yingsheng's chest was pierced by the scabbard!

Jin Yingsheng spat out a mouthful of hot blood, which completely dyed the three feet of white snow in front of him!

Chang Boning looked back in shock, but saw a figure in red standing quietly beside the flags fluttering in the wine cellar, the sleeves of his clothes were rolled up by white snow, there was still a stream of light on his fingertips, and his face was hard to distinguish.

Chang Boning stood up abruptly, but suddenly felt dizzy, he managed to stabilize his body by dipping his sword into the snow.

He whispered: "You—give me..."

These days, the only thing he drinks is the glass of rice wine just now.

The man didn't answer, and flew down on the long street, with snow on his brows and shoulders, he didn't know how long he stood on the house.

Chang Boning's face was pale, and he tried his best to force out the remaining poison in his body, but his hands and feet were numb, unable to support him, and he fell limply to the side.

The man took a step forward and caught the unconscious Chang Boning with one arm.

Chang Bo Ning was soft on his shoulder, and his deep and shallow breaths floated in Han Jing's ears.

...Even if he fainted, his heart was still restless.

"You're smarter now." Han Jing whispered to him, "Just don't develop the habit of drinking. I'll teach you a lesson. After today, quit as soon as possible."

He pulled out the scabbard from Jin Yingsheng's chest, threw a line of fresh blood on the snow, ignored Jin Ying's face of life and death, and calmly preached to Chang Boning: "I haven't slept for three days, and I have been running for days. It's not good."

After saying that, Han Jing picked up Chang Boning by the waist, picked up his sword, walked towards the end of the long street, and said softly: "...Sorry, I interrupted the clue you finally found. This person, I first Get rid of it for Daomen. After you rest, try to find me."

Fengxue's corpse on the ground was covered with a light white layer.

When Xiao Er rushed out the door with the wine jug and looked around, the heavy wind and snow made him regard the lying down people as a pile of broken sacks abandoned here by the shippers.

The snow grass buried the blood, leaving only a shallow footprint left by Han Jing, winding towards the distance.