Everyone owes me a favor

After a turmoil, Jing Sanchai crossed his waist, tightly squeezed the nape of the little black cat's neck, panting and cursing: "Run! Run away again!"

Feng Ruyu may not be a hero, but he definitely knows the current affairs.

He hugged his paws, begging for mercy: "Meow."

Jing Sanchai was furious, and carried him straight into the kitchen, with the intention of chopping him up for soup.

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more wrong, Feng Rugu immediately changed his attitude, stopped pretending to be a cat, kicked his legs twice, and cleared his throat: "Oh, I am so innocent."

Jing Sanchai: "..."

Feng Rugu clasped his two front paws into his fists: "Brother, you and I have never met each other in life. We have never had any grudges in the past, and we have no grudges in the near future. If what I say is wrong, you should take care of it. Don't fight and kill at will."

Jing Sanchai threw him into a small medicine jar and yelled, "I stewed you!"

After confronting him for a while, Feng Ruyuan noticed that he was thunderous and rainy, and knew that he was not really angry, so he poked half of his body out of the medicine jar, hugged his arm tightly and acted like a baby.

However, the tuft of black hair on his forehead was soaked by a drop of hot tears that fell unexpectedly.

Feng Ruyu was surprised.

But he didn't look up, just hugged Jing Sanchai's wrist without moving.

"What did you tell me that you've never met before..." Jing Sanchai took the medicine jar in her arms, squatted down slowly, her fingertips resting on the mouth of the jar trembled, she didn't know if it was anger, anger, or sadness, "How dare you?" Tell me I've never met..."

"Feng Rugu, you bastard! Why don't you die! You still pretend to be me, you pretend to be a cat to tease me...it's fun, isn't it..."

Jing Sanchai was crying and cursing, but she didn't dare to open her eyes, as if she was afraid that this was a great dream.

His tear-stained eyelashes fluttered slightly, opened a little, and then closed again.

There was more noise outside the house, bit by bit, suddenly the eaves were weeping softly.

Jing Sanchai breathed a sigh of relief from the suffocation, and her voice was inaudible: "You bastard is still alive, it's really... great..."

Feng Ruzhi pretended not to see his tears, but rested his chin on his wrist, stretched out the tip of his tongue covered with tiny thorns, and swept away a tear that fell not far away.

He smacked his lips: It's really bitter.

After Jing Sanchai's mood calmed down, after a lot of conversations between chicken and duck, and after forcibly pulling his soul out of his body and repeated inspections, Jing Sanchai reluctantly believed that Feng Ruyu was true. Pretending to be a cat to trick him,

Jing Sanchai refused to give up, and told him a lot about the past, trying to prove that he was just joking.

He listened with great interest, but his expression was completely listening to other people's stories.

...he really forgot.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground with the body of a cat, Feng Ruzhi yawned big: "So, who are you?"

Jing Sanchai narrowed her eyes, and picked him up: "Call me Daddy."

Feng Ruzhi finished his unfinished yawn, and immediately raised his hand to slap him on the face.

Jing Sanchai gritted his teeth, and was thinking about whether to drag Feng Rugu out and beat him up, so he came up cheekily: "Brother Sanchai..."

Jing Sanchai had goosebumps all over her body: "Shut up! You are two years older than me, why don't you be ashamed?"

Feng Rugu's face was already astonishingly thick. Thinking about the beautiful son who brought him out, he should have finished pulling out the mushrooms by now. If he finds that he is nowhere to be seen, he should be worried.

So he smiled and acted like a baby: "Brother Sanchai, take me home."

"'Home'?" Jing Sanchai's face turned serious, "Who took you away?"

Feng Rugu said confidently, "The one who raised me."

Jing Sanchai became more suspicious.

...Could it be that someone did something to Feng Ruyu?

He brought some dried meat and fed it to Feng Rugu. While feeding him, he tactfully asked about his whereabouts and how he was doing in the past two years.

Feng Ruzhi said vaguely: "...Well, he is very good to me."

Jing Sanchai: "Who?"

Feng Ruyu was stunned.

He is called Ruyi and has always used the word "you".

Although he often hears others call him "Ruyi", what does that have to do with him?

So, Feng Rugu licked his paw politely, and said, "Dog....No, cat."

Jing Sanchai: "..."

For a moment, he thought that Feng Rugu was playing tricks on him again: "You—"

Before the words were spoken, Jing Sanchai remembered that Feng Rugu did seem to have a son.

Before he could react, Qianjiyuan, the mechanism made a big move!

Jing Sanchai looked up.

I saw Ruyi standing in mid-air, his monk clothes like clouds flowing in the sky, and his chest heaving continuously.

The heart is like fried oil, and the face is like frost.

Seeing that familiar face, Feng Rugu was overjoyed, and was spreading his front paws to hug him, Jing Sanchai, who was hugging him, took a step back vigilantly, protecting the little black cat in his arms.

Under the moonlight, cold sweat floated on Ruyi's cheeks, and as he took in and out, there was a shimmer of light: "Father, come here, don't make such jokes with me, it's not fun..."

Feng Ruyi moved his butt, and found that Jing Sanchai was holding him too tightly, unable to break free, so he simply lay down on the ground, making a look of helplessness towards Ruyi.

Ruyi held on to the last sliver of reason: "Jing Daojun, please return him to me."

Jing Sanchai harbored thousands of doubts in her heart, not knowing what Ruyi wanted him to do so eagerly. She stretched out her long sleeves and covered the black cat in her arms: "Tell me first, how do you know he is here? Why did he become like this?" What did you do to him?"

Before coming here, Ruyi searched half of the city, and then in extreme panic, remembered that Feng Rugu had acquaintances in Jiangling.

He landed with his sword amidst the chilling sound of mechanical wheels turning in the mechanism courtyard: "Jing Daojun, for the past two years, it has been me..."

His hands trembled violently, and he swallowed half of the explanation he wanted to give.

He found himself speechless.

He only knew that if he lost his adoptive father, he would go crazy.

After what happened today, Ruyi realized that for so many years, he just tried not to go crazy.

He was used as a sacrifice, and all the animal nature raised by him was hidden under the monk's robe of compassion, and under the huge stimulation, they finally woke up one after another.

Ru Yi tried his best to maintain the last trace of calmness like a candle in the wind: "For the past two years, my adoptive father has been with me, you can... ask him."

Jing Sanchai couldn't believe him completely, and wanted to re-examine the case in detail: "Who did it for him to lose his memory?"

Like the only remaining string in the brain, it split completely with a bang.

He took a step forward with a pale face: "Jing Daojun, return him to me."

Seeing that he was in such a hurry, Jing Sanchai refused to return it even more.

He has been a businessman for many years, and he is always wary of people, but this matter involves Feng Ruyu, so he can't let him not play the other seven points. It seems that everyone has ulterior motives: "Did he take the initiative to find you, or did you take him away?" Where did you get it from?"

Ruyi's mind buzzed into chaos: "Jing..."

Before he was aware of it, he had already held the "image of all living beings" in his hand, and the wooden blade was facing Jing Sanchai directly, and the ghostly aura gradually became stronger.

Jing Sanchai wondered, thinking, Feng himself is crazy, but if he picked up a child, how could he look crazy?

However, the other party invaded the door and showed his sword to him. With Jing Sanchai's temper, he had to retaliate.

Jing Sanchai reached out with his right hand, and flew into his hand the long gun that he had just casually inserted on the side, and turned a round of moonlight in mid-air, and said coldly: "You want to fight with me?...Have you heard of Yingying?" Is Tianchuan marksmanship?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Jing Sanchai's harsh words were finished, Feng Rugu, who was in his arms, poked his head out again: "Then have you ever heard of the Saha sword technique?"

Jing Sanchai: "..." Little brother, what's the matter with you.

As soon as he was distracted, Feng Rugu got out of his arms, bounced lightly three or two times, and jumped up obliquely with the help of "the appearance of all living beings", then jumped onto Ruyi's shoulder, squatted on it, and intimately and proudly He rubbed his cheek.

Jing Sanchai blinked, realizing that she really seemed to be meddling in her own business.

When he hugged him again, the fire in Ruyi's heart suddenly cooled down, leaving only embers. When he recovered, his hands were almost so weak that he could not hold the sword steadily.

He took the cat off his shoulder.

Feng Rugu thought that he was going to get angry because of his private escape, so his thoughts turned sharply, and he quickly pulled the soul body out of the cat's body, with one long leg resting on the crook of his arm, and the other had no place to rest, so he naturally hung down, wrapping his arms around it. Like a neck, the golden bell on his neck jingled, and he smiled obediently: "Meow."

Jing Sanchai: "..."

He still treats Feng Rugu as an individual, although he knows that Feng Rugu has a thick skin, but he doesn't know that his ability to be shameless in public is so proficient that he was stunned for a moment.

Ruyi was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, and pressed his warm lips to Feng Ruyuan's eyes carefully.

Feng Rugu originally thought that it would be good if he didn't get scolded, but he didn't expect that when his eyelashes heated up, his heart would go cold first, and he let out a low "huh", because he was in a trance, he behaved a lot.

Jing Sanchai's mouth and eyes widened at the same time, and he couldn't figure out whose home it was for a while.

When he figured it out, he was almost out of anger!

Is there any reason in the world to run into other people's homes in the middle of the night and openly do things like cutting sleeves? !

Jing Sanchai cursed many words in her heart, and suddenly felt powerless again.

If it were done by someone else, Jing Sanchai might still be amazed for a while, but feigning death, turning into a cat, cutting off sleeves, these things would all become reasonable if they were done by someone like Feng Ruyu.

Many thoughts passed through Jing Sanchai's mind, including the incident of Feng Rugu committing suicide in public at the Haoran Pavilion in the past, which became traceable.

He shivered suddenly.

... At the beginning, when Feng Ruyu committed suicide, was he really driven to the end by those people, or did he still have a plan?

"Have you guys had enough flirting?" He was eager to test his thoughts, so he roughly interrupted the intimacy of one person and one soul, "Feng Ruru, tell me honestly——"

However, the sky failed to fulfill people's wishes. In the early hours of the morning, the copper bell in front of Jing Sanchai Qianji's courtyard rang with a "ding".

... There are visitors.

Jing Sanchai's Qianjiyuan receives visitors from all directions, regardless of day or night, black and white, or demons, as long as the price can satisfy him, Jing Sanchai will accept them.

However, the voice of the visitor shocked the two people in the courtyard: "Senior Jing, Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu from Fengling Mountain are here."

In contrast, Feng Rugu was in a calm mood, just looking at Ruyi with a smile on his face.

Ru Yi whispered a few words in his ear, Feng Ru Gu turned his face unwillingly, and stuffed himself back into the cat's body.

Jing Sanchai saw them turn into the inner courtyard, so she felt relieved and went to answer the door.

Two years have passed, Luo Fuchun's stature has jumped up again, and he looks like a small white poplar that stands upright.

All the hostility and frizz on his body have been washed away by two years, and he still holds a sword in his arms, almost dignified.

Jing Sanchai vaguely remembered that the sword was cast as before and presented to them.

He greeted: "...It's you, come in."

When greeting the two, Jing Sanchai only glanced at the courtyard from the corner of his eye, and then he heard Sang Luojiu, who was following Luo Fuchun, ask gently, "Senior Jing has guests?"

Jing Sanchai knew that Sang Luojiu was smart, but she almost gave away the secret with just one glance, so she couldn't help being surprised.

Gathering his mind, he invited them to the hospital.

He didn't know whether he should tell his two disciples the news that Feng Rugu was still alive, so he simply pretended nothing happened for the time being and kept silent.

And these two young people also went to the Three Treasure Hall for nothing.

They brought a dead body.

"This is the body of a Taoist." Sang Luojiu said.

Luo Fuchun took the words: "I did it."

He pointed at the corpse: "This man is obviously a Taoist, but he has a faint devilish aura. I wanted to go forward to question me, but when he saw me, he wanted to run away. I drew my sword to warn him, and he resisted to death. I even made a killer move on Luojiu. I failed to hold back the momentum of the sword, and cut his throat with one sword..."

After Sang Luo took a long look at him, he obediently bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "...it was my fault."

Jing Sanchai knelt down to check, when he could see the residual sword energy on the wound, his expression froze, and he looked up at Luo Fuchun.

Luo Fuchun understood the meaning of his eyes, nodded: "Yes, senior, I have achieved a little success in Guixu swordsmanship."

Jing Sanchai was surprised: "How are you?..."

Luo Fuchun stroked the blade of the sword, and replied softly: "At the beginning, I was so angry that I returned the sword that Master gave me. When Master returned the sword to me, he hid the sword manual of Guixu swordsmanship in the scabbard. "

Luo Fuchun only talked about the beginning, and did not elaborate on the next thing.

He didn't say that he threw the sword into Fengling Great Lake because he couldn't think about it for a while.

He didn't say that after his master passed away, he searched day and night and finally found the sword.

He also didn't say that when he pulled out the sword body and saw the roll of silk wrapped around the sword inside, his heart was split from it, and the pain made him almost faint.

In the end, Luo Fuchun practiced the Return to the Ruins Sword.

Master cared most about Feng Ling, so as his apprentice, he should swing his sword to protect Feng Ling.

Luo Fuchun didn't say more, but after a brief explanation, he signaled with his eyes to ask Sang Luojiu to continue talking.

Sang Luojiu understood, and said: "...After he died, my senior brother and I searched everything on him, and found that the only suspicious thing was a dagger."

Jing Sanchai: "What's suspicious?"

Sang Luojiu said: "This dagger belongs to the Demon Sect."

Jing Sanchai raised her eyebrows: "What's so strange about this?"

"Yes, it is because it is not very rare, so it is strange." Sang Luojiu said, "He can say that they confiscated this thing from the hands of the demons. improper?"

"This dagger, isn't it simple?"

"Yes." Sang Luojiu replied, "Back then, my senior brother and I both went to see Hai Jing's body. I had carefully noted down the shape of the wound. The opening, length, and pattern of the blade of this dagger are similar to those on his neck. The cuts fit perfectly, just right."

Jing Sanchai understood now: "What can I do?"

Sang Luojiu said: "This person does not have an identity document, family token, and clothes, and I can't tell which Taoist sect it is from. I only know that he is a member of a Taoist sect through pulse detection, not a demon. We came to find Senior Jing because of hope. Senior Jing helped us to secretly investigate the identity of this person... Master was wronged at Hanshan Temple back then, someone deliberately designed him to expose the evil energy in his body, but careful investigation shows that Master did not have weapons, time, or purpose of killing. All kinds of signs can prove that Hai Jing was not harmed by him. This matter is also related to Master, and I hope Senior Jing will help you a lot."

After finishing speaking, he waved to Luo Fuchun.

Luo Fuchun also understood many things, untied the silver pouch from his waist, and handed it to Jing Sanchai.

Jing Sanchai weighed the weight, and she knew it in her heart: "Okay, I'll take it."

Luo Fuchun embraced the sword again, and said briefly: "Luojiu, let's go."

Sang Luojiu leaned over to Jing Sanchai, and looked around the backyard seemingly unintentionally.

…Since they entered the door, including during his narration, Senior Jing has looked at the backyard seven times.

Is it an important guest?

In the backyard, the wind brought the sound of several people talking.

Ru Yi held Feng Ru Gu's hand, the cold sweat on his palm gradually dried, and his mood gradually became peaceful.

Feng Rugu remained silent until the copper bell at the door rang again, and the two left, Feng Rugu said abruptly: "...What a coincidence."

Perhaps it was because he went out for a run today, Feng Rugu's thoughts became clearer: "I understand. A person they were looking for, carrying something they wanted, ran into them on a road. Is there such a thing in this world? A coincidence?"

Ru recalled that when he was guided by the "Pillar of Humanity", he found Feng Rugu's scene from a soul-gathering formation in front of the Green Bamboo Hall. He traced the curve of Feng Rugu's palm with his thumb, and said softly, "...just like I just picked up It's just as coincidental as you, isn't it?"

Feng Ruzhi threw himself into his arms, and with a sway of the neck bell, Ruyi met a pair of bright eyes that seemed to gather all the spiritual energy in the world.

"How do you know, I'm not waiting for you to pick me up."