Everyone owes me a favor

After leaving Qianjiyuan, one person and one cat returned to the inn.

After hearing enough good words, Feng Ruyuan became more proud and energetic, and when he returned to the inn, he couldn't help jumping up and down.

Ruyi caught him, and he still lay on his arm, trying to squeeze out.

Ruyi couldn't help him, so he said "sorry", forced a finger on his forehead, and urged him hard.

Feng Ruyuan suddenly felt a wave of drowsiness sweeping over him, drowning in it, before he even had time to protest, he lost consciousness, hung on Ru's arm, and fell into a deep sleep.

Ruyi withdrew her fingertips and whispered: "... just tonight, please give me some peace of mind."

After saying that, he gently pressed his forehead against Feng Ruyuan's soft cat's belly, and his messy hair slid down a little bit along the pinna, but he didn't notice, he just kept his mind close to him, so as to repeatedly confirm that he was still by his side, Never leave.

After a sleepless night, Feng Ruyuan didn't care about what he forced himself to sleep yesterday, and continued to bounce around.

And Ruyi also returned to normal, treating him as usual, as if last night's loss, regret and sweet talk were all a big dream of Feng Ruyi.

Fortunately, Feng Rugu has been able to remember things more easily recently.

He decides it's true, and that's true.

Feng Rugu knew that Ruyi loved him very much, but he never thought that he would love him so much. He was in pain all the way to his heart, and immediately became doubly arrogant. Taking advantage of the cat's petite and soft body, while he was on his way, in his generous Crawling around in the monk's robes, playing with him.

Ruyi was disturbed by him and couldn't control his sword well, so he could only reprimand softly: "Don't be rash."

Feng Ruyuan ignored him, and only protruded a cat's tail from his neckline, the tip was slightly curved, and he licked it like a chin triumphantly.

Ruyi: "..." Alas.

Feng Ruyi doesn't need to know the way, he just concentrates on messing around with Ruyi.

After a few days like this, when they arrived at the crowded place, Feng Rugu immediately lost most of his interest in Ruyi, and leaned on his shoulders, admiring the prosperity of the world.

There are many temples here, and there are many stores named "Qingliang". Presumably this is the "Qingliang Valley" that the grumpy Sanchai sister said.

Feng Rugu had a natural liking for these three characters, and really wanted to meet the rumored man in the valley.

Unexpectedly, they met two uninvited guests halfway.

Ru Yi happened to be walking in the middle of the road when he suddenly heard a strange greeting from the tea shed.

"Ah yo." A person dressed as a Taoist held a teacup with one hand, and propped his cheek with the other hand, with a high voice, "Isn't this Ruyi Layman? It's been a long time, where are you busy?"

In contrast, his companion was much upright, and said in a low voice: "Don't pay attention to him! Don't mention the word 'layman', it's just an insult to the name of layman! He is in the same spirit as that monster named Feng , Goofy nature, actually still has the face to stay in the Buddhist sect, it is really the same as the surname Feng, thick-skinned!"

Without changing his face, he walked past the two of them.

The man spoke loudly earlier on purpose, just to make Ruyi look embarrassed, seeing that his face didn't even blush for a moment, he felt slighted, he slapped the jewel-encrusted sword scabbard, the blade popped out, blocking Ruyi's way, the edge of the sheath Can be brushed like a waist.

As soon as he looked down at the sword, he felt that it was a good sword.

... I am wronged to be worthy of this person.

"Hey, Monk Hua." The man provocatively said, "I've finished my filial piety for your father."

Ruyi cast a cold glance at them, and a sharp light swept across, causing the person blocking the way to tremble suddenly, his sword hand was almost unsteady.

But he looked around, and quickly figured out the pros and cons: this person is a Buddhist, and a well-known Ruyi layman, with such an identity, he should not dare to do it in public.

Thinking of this, his arrogance rose again for no reason, and he patted his chest deliberately: "Oh, so fierce, so scary. You..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was suddenly slapped in the face by a majestic and cold aura, and his body flew into the air, collapsing a tea table with his head, and a large and clear palm print quickly appeared on his face, as if he had been injured. An Arhat's slap.

Ruyi untied the silver pouch around his waist, took out a tael of silver, and slapped it on the table: "Dr. Tea, lose money."

The poor tea stall owner was hesitating whether to get angry or not, but when he was flashed by the silver light, his anger suddenly dissipated, and he wanted to come up to get it with a smile, and he continued to greet politely: "There are too many, too many."

The people who walked with that yin and yang strange person were startled and angry, and they jumped up: "Vulture, how dare you—"

Before he could draw his sword, he was pushed face down on the tea table by Ru Yi's simple and rough palm.

Ruyi's calm voice followed: "It's true that the adoptive father is a monster, but you and the Taoist sect can write off the deep kindness of the past and ignore it completely. Your face is also very indestructible, and the poor monk is willing to bow down."

The man struggled, but was shocked to find that under the suppression of his cultivation, he couldn't escape Ru Yi's palm at all.

While talking, Ru rubbed his face against the rough tea table several times. After wiping the face across the table, he slammed the man's head down hard, and a table broke from the middle .

Ruyi let go of his hand, and bowed coldly to the sluggish boss: "...two tables, one tael of silver, not too much."

After saying that, the two of them, ignoring their own cursing, grasped the "portrait of all living beings" gracefully, and took the cat away.

Feng Ruzhi, who lay on his shoulder basking in the sun, opened one eye.

His lake-blue clear eyes recorded the appearance of the two people, and then closed them lazily.

The two got up in a panic, their faces were bruised and swollen, red and white intertwined, very lively.

Passers-by saw his miserable state, each secretly laughing.

With a shrill voice, he felt that he had lost face, and the turbid air in his chest was surging. He grasped the sword and wanted to fight him to the death: "Vald donkey! Don't go! Stand for me—"

The next moment, his voice choked in his throat.

—He only drew out a scabbard.

Surprised and horrified, he immediately turned the scabbard upside down to check the situation.

I saw that his cold iron sword, which has been tempered thousands of times, has turned into a box of star sand, slipping out of the sheath like quicksand!

His pupils began to tremble, and he turned to the other person, showing him the sword box, so shocked that he lost his voice.

The other person felt that something was wrong, so he drew out his sword and watched.

His sword also melted into dust in the sheath for no reason.

In the sword boxes of the two of them, there is residual demonic energy, but it is so faint that it cannot be detected.

But the two of them didn't pay attention, they only hated this distracted effort, and the bald donkey who cost them all their lives and wealth went off somewhere.

As an innocent and pitiful kitten, Feng Ruyuan licked the tip of his little paw protruding from the pad, looked at the sun, and yawned wearily, showing his fangs and tongue together, and relieved the itch Si's ears rubbed against Ruyi's neck.

……

Visiting Qingliang Valley should not be done rashly.

If one is a Buddhist, not a Taoist, if he has just arrived in Qingliang Valley, he hastily looked for the owner of Qingliang Valley, and if he is seen by others, he will inevitably be suspicious.

Therefore, he first stayed in a small town near Qingliang Valley, bought greeting cards, and after writing them, he planned to submit them the next day, and after crossing Ming Road, he calmly took Feng Rugu to meet his close friends and relatives.

It was cold spring outside, Feng Ruyi was not satisfied with the heat of the coals in the inn, he leaned on Ruyi, put his paws on Ruyi's chest, stomped back and forth while keeping warm.

Ruyi was stepped on by his claws straight to the heart, and a frozen heart was stepped on warmly: "... foster father."

Feng Ruyuan excitedly poked his head out of his slightly open monk robe, and faced him face to face: "Meow!"

Ruyi shook his head, covered his ears, felt the tips of his ears twitching restlessly in his palms, his brows were slightly condensed, as if he had thought of something, but he was not sure whether the situation was what he thought, so he had no choice but to Shut up and say nothing for now.

However, whatever you are afraid of will come.

In the dead of night, Feng Ruyu felt strange.

He was so itchy all over his body, he rubbed against the bedpost for a long time but couldn't get rid of it, he screamed twice, then snuggled up to Ruyi's palm, bit his sleeve, and tugged at it aggrievedly.

...Wake up, look at me.

As early as when Feng Ruyi was rubbing against the bedpost, Ruyi woke up.

Today, Feng Ruzhi quietly took action against those two Taoist priests who spoke rudely, which was quite unexpected.

…Has the strength in Feng Rugu's body been filled to this point before he knew it?

What Ruyi can do is to erase the traces of the devilish energy that he didn't restrain in time when he started.

And the sudden driving force accelerated the growth of Feng Ruyuan's soul body, and he was living in the body of a cat. The result of his growth was to stimulate his little affection, causing him to suffer from the suffering of animals.

Ruyi pretended not to notice at first, wanting to give him a three-point face, but he didn't expect Feng Rugu to act like a baby to him directly, which made his heart soften into a puddle of water.

He turned over and sat up: "Father, if you are really unwell, please come out, I will find a way for you."

Feng Ruzhi felt uncomfortable, so he became more obedient and obedient.

He crawled out on hands and feet, and the golden bell tied around his neck with a red thread flinched along with his body, hitting his collarbone one after another. The red thread soaked in slight sweat came loose, and the golden bell fell onto the bed crisply and rolled twice. , making a thin jingle.

The soul is gone, but the residual power still exists, Feng Rugu curled up at the corner of the bed pitifully, looking at Ruyi eagerly.

As soon as he took off the monk's robe, he only put on his underwear and left his trousers, and respectfully rolled up the sleeves on both sides until they were level. Then he knelt down on the side of the bed, picked up the bell, and tied it on Feng Ruyu's slender ankle. Let the red thread wind and circle around the snow-white skin a few times: "...my adoptive father has always liked this bell, so don't lose it."

After saying that, he held Feng Ruyuan's knee, and his uncombed black hair hung down like a cloud, covering his flushed cheeks: "Father, please offend."

Among the lotus leaves, the fish play around the green stalk, and occasionally touch the stalk lightly, making the flowers and leaves tremble slightly, and the lotus beads roll down.

Feng Ruju was wearing a pair of snow-white and thin socks, the arches of his feet stretched into a line.

He couldn't bear it anymore, he grabbed Ruyi's long hair tightly, his whole body trembled, and the red thread golden bell on his ankle bone jingled.

Ruyi didn't cry out for pain, nor dodged, and looked up at him with clear eyes, as if he did this out of admiration, but his eyes were foggy, making Feng Rugu in his sight look like a fairy in the cloud .

Ruyi's hands on his knees were clenched so that his joints crackled, and he looked like he was trying his best to restrain his demon heart.

He repeated Feng Rugu's name silently in his heart, but his reason still remained, he knew that the person in front of him was his adoptive father, he should respect him, respect him, and make him feel at ease.

The lotus leaf finally tilted, and a stream of dew flowed into the water, leaving only a few spots like bamboo moss marks, and the rest were swallowed by the fish.

Rusheng was holy and cold, wiped away a little mark on the corner of his mouth with one finger, bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "Father, I offended."

Feng Ruyuan was curled up on the bed, so bullied that he couldn't speak.

Ruyi didn't know if he was angry, so he felt anxious for a while, and said: "Tomorrow I will visit Qingliang Valley, foster father should sleep here, I'll go outside..."

Before he finished speaking, his sleeve was grabbed by someone and he shook it coquettishly.

Ruyi's heart was immediately soft beyond measure, she said "yes", she washed her hands and turned on the bed.

Feng Rugu didn't show any disgust or resistance to him, and even naturally leaned his head in his arms.

The cold touch in his arms made Ruyi both sober and addicted.

He thought, is this the so-called dependent life?

And Feng Rugu looked at the bright moon outside, his eyes were quiet, but he didn't know what he was thinking.