Everyone owes me a favor

Shortly after Luo Fuchun moved into "Still Water Flows Deep", Chang Boning came to visit Feng Rugu.

As a result, Chang Boning saw Luo Fuchun who was standing in front of the hall and was being punished for smashing Feng Rugu's vase.

He was punished by Feng Rugu to stand at the door as a new vase for two hours, his left and right hands were full of flowers, and he was not allowed to move. Feng Rugu was just playing around, dipped in ink, and drew a cat's beard on his face.

"It's so nice to be young, to be able to play with you." Seeing this scene, Chang Boning was relieved, expressing in his words, "As before, I am very happy to see you in good spirits."

Luo Fuchun: "..." Master, did you read something wrong, I am being punished.

Feng Rugu: "...hehehe."

Seeing off Chang Boning, Feng Rugu sat down next to Luo Fuchun with a good inkstone in his hand, sighed, and was so wronged that he was downcast.

Luo Fuchun looked forward with a handsome cat face, and said resolutely: "Master, don't be disappointed in me, I am clumsy, and I will definitely change it in the future."

Feng Rugu: What about corrections? When will you find out the clues I left for you?

The tell's feet should not be too obvious, so Feng Rugu didn't do it very clearly at the beginning.

On the bookshelf of "The Still Water Runs Deep", there are several classics of magic dao without a trace, and under the pillow is a stamp wax that exudes magic energy and is specially used for correspondence.

In the current situation of the Taoist sect where anti-demonism prevails, it is taboo for Feng Rugu to keep such items privately.

If the upright Luo Fuchun is willing to take this as evidence and sue himself, then he will be considered meritorious in exposing him.

But Feng Ruyuan could only watch this silly apprentice come in and out of "Still Waters Flow Deep", turning a blind eye to the clues he planted.

A few days ago, when Feng Ruzhi saw him make the bed for himself, remove the pillow, and take out the seal, he almost cried with joy.

But before Feng Ruyu was happy for a moment, Luo Fuchun's eyes flashed with joy, holding the seal, he approached in three steps and two steps, and asked earnestly: "Master, master, this is you in the 'legacy' the spoils captured in the

Feng Ruyu: "..."

Luo Fuchun's eyes were moist with sincerity and joy like a big dog: "Which devil's belongings is this? How did Master get it?"

Feng Rugu took the seal, yawned, and threw it on the table next to him: "It's just something unimportant."

This impending pot of invisible cold water quenched most of Luo Fuchun's fiery youthful heart yearning for heroic stories.

Later, Feng Rugu still didn't give up, he simply spread out a magic book and placed it on the table casually, while he lay down on the book and fell asleep until Luo Fuchun came.

After a while, he really came.

Seeing that he was sleeping soundly again, Luo Fuchun sighed, picked up Feng Ruyu, put him lightly on the bed, carefully tucked in the quilt, and then went back to the desk to pack up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for him.

Feng Ruzhi quietly opened one eye to observe his every move.

Luo Fuchun took a bookmark made of bamboo leaves and placed it on the open page, without looking at it, he closed the magic book with a snap and placed it on the right side of the table.

Feng Rugu: "..." What honest thing did he receive? !

At this time, Feng Rugu was sitting next to Luo Fuchun who was playing the vase, and he raised his head to call him, "Fuchun?"

His beautiful and handsome little vase looked forward firmly: "Master?"

"There are a lot of classics on my bookshelf, you can read them all." Feng Rugu felt that he had already made it clear, "Aren't you interested in those?"

"Father told me that if you don't accumulate steps, you can reach a thousand miles." Luo Fuchun answered solemnly without distraction, "I don't have a deep cultivation right now, so I dare not read Master's books lightly. I have to lay a good foundation first, and then talk about other things!"

Feng Rugu: "..." Oh my god.

The apprentice was stupefied, Feng Rugu had no choice but to find another way.

He tried his best to please Luo Fuchun's dislike: he didn't like being lazy, so he became even more lazy; Send him out to get rid of demons and demons, and earn money to support the family.

Feng Ruyu hoped to use this to erase his image in his mind little by little.

If he hates himself, maybe he will be more picky and discover more.

I can also seek relief myself, and be a useless waste person for a few years less.

However, as time went on, Feng Ruyuan discovered to his surprise that Luo Fuchun really had a heart that couldn't be more pure.

So pure that he was a little crazy, so pure that Feng Ruyuan was a little reluctant to break his dream that would inevitably be shattered.

However, the rivers and lakes are fine, so that's fine.

Who would have expected that three years later, there would be troubles in the Unworldly Sect.

The unshielded sect, which was growing gradually, finally touched the interests of the Taoist sect.

A side branch of the Unworldly Sect, with a total of 75 people, was strangled by a small Daoist Sect.

The whole family of Bushi was very sad and indignant, and wanted to retaliate against Taoism with the method of homosexual revenge.

Fortunately, Feng Ruyuan found out that this was a conspiracy. If Bushimen really fought back and killed more than [-] members of that Daoist sect with great fanfare, then Bushimen would definitely become the public enemy of the Daoist sect, even in the name of Lin Xuejing.

Under the instructions of a letter from Feng Ruyu, Thirty-four made a decisive decision and with the momentum of thunder, found out the mastermind who was trying to use the rules of homosexual revenge of the Unworldly Sect to stir up trouble behind the scenes, and only targeted that person, and killed him on the spot.

Thirty-four holds the ironclad evidence of this person's gossip, which proves that this person intends to induce Xiaodaomen and Bushimen to kill each other. They removed a Taoist scourge.

However, the rules of the Unworldly Clan have already been set, and it is absolutely impossible for Feng Ruyu to just let it go.

Afterwards, those who conspired with the mastermind and participated in the massacre disappeared mysteriously one by one.

Even if someone can guess who made them disappear for no reason, there is no evidence and no way to verify it.

In the end, no more, no less, 75 lives were lost in that small Daomen.

After the turmoil subsided, Thirty-four wrote again to complain.

The content is the same as three years ago, asking when Feng Rugu will return to the door.

Feng Ruru burned the spiritual letter as usual.

In the bright flames of the room, he thought that maybe he was going to take another apprentice.

This time, he will choose carefully.

Not long after, at the Tianbang competition, Feng Ruru fell in love with a young man.

He picked up half of the curtain with a bamboo smoking gun that was emitting green mist, and through the open gap, he caught a glimpse of the young Hua Bieyun who had beaten his younger brother in swordsmanship.

Under the inconceivably angry eyes of his younger brother, Hua Bieyun withdrew his sword and saluted, hiding the emotions in his eyes very well.

...just, too good to be true.

His dislike and contempt for Hua Bieyun, who was beaten down, was palpable and undisguised.

For a young man of Hua Bieyun's age, after defeating such a person who hated him superficially, his face showed no color, he could still be regarded as humble, but it would be too fake to show worry.

In the more than a thousand letters exchanged over the years, Thirty-four told him everything about the world.

Feng Ruyuan knew that Feihuamen's notoriety spread far and wide because of frequent family fights.

And all of this happened after an illegitimate son of Hua Zhangshi was brought into the door.

Feng Ruyuan put the bong to his lips, and smiled faintly: ...Interesting.

On the day when he decided the winner, Feng Rugu called the young man who was about to leave, stuck his hand out of the curtain, and leisurely made a move at him.

He needs such an ambitious man.

Convincing people with deep thoughts requires a little extra candor.

Therefore, Feng Rugu took off his disguise in a few words, and gave the reason for accepting him as a disciple.

"There is an idiot apprentice in my 'Still Waters Flowing Deep', his brain is not working well, he needs..." Feng Rugu said, "...to neutralize it."

This is the truth, not a lie.

Therefore, he used the truth to successfully deceive an apprentice.

Luo Jiu, use me, expose me.

If you really have that ambition, Master will be your ladder to climb up.

But the day passed, and the month passed.

Those clues left by Feng Ruyuan are not only ignored, but also disappeared one by one.

Feng Ruyu felt something was wrong.

He simply took advantage of Sang Luojiu's coming to clean the house, and deliberately mentioned: "Luojiu, do you remember where the book I was reading yesterday was placed?"

"Did Master read the book yesterday?" Sang Luojiu had a gentle expression and a modest tone, "Luojiu forgot."

Feng Ruyuan stared at him: "Is it because I have a bad memory?"

"No, Master's memory has always been very good, Luo Jiu decided on his own." Sang Luojiu responded obediently, "Master didn't have time to put away some things, so Luo Jiu helped Master put them away properly."

Feng Ruyu: "..."

Sang Luojiu held the broom in his hand, and lowered his eyebrows pleasingly: "Everything that Master likes, Luojiu respects. Just don't let others see it, if there is a misunderstanding, it will be bad."

Feng Rugu's heart was ashamed: "..." Thank you.

Feng Ruyuan felt that his current situation could be described by the words "difficult to ride a tiger".

He has two apprentices.The longer the exposure of one's identity is delayed, the more accidents occur, and the greater the impact on them.

Feng Ruyu never loved or owed love in his life.

He promised to give a person a family, but he broke the promise.

He owes too much to only one.

That taste is not good, more painful than being a cripple for ten years, he doesn't want to try again.

Ten years, like a horse in a gap, a fire in a stone.

When I spent it in person, I felt that the time was slow. Looking back, Fang felt that it was born and died, just like a big dream.

It seems that Feng Rugu, who is always lazy and tired of listening to the world, is the real one.

It was as if the young man who was as gorgeous as a fire ten years ago was only in his previous life.

One day, when Feng Ruyu woke up, the sun was already high.

He received another thirty-four letters.

He didn't even bother to get up, lay on the bed, and opened the letter boredly.

Something happened to Bushimen again, but luckily it was just a family matter.

The two demon sects accommodated by the Unworldly Sect had a grudge against each other. After entering the sect, a son and a daughter died of trifling fights.

Thirty-four suppressed the matter, and reported it to him, and once again advised him to take up the position of sect master as soon as possible.

In fact, Thirty-four has long been able to stand alone, and he is also a gathering of heroes in different families.Perhaps, he didn't need Feng Rushi long ago.

If possible, Thirty Four can replace him at any time, and take advantage of his prestige to become the master of Unworldly Sect.

But he didn't.

... Thirty-four, still trying to plan that escape route for Feng Ruyu.

Feng Ruyuan pulled himself together, turned over and sat up,

He read this ordinary complaint letter many times, word by word, sentence by sentence. At the end of reading, he looked at the words "Yesterday" and "Today" hanging on the wall.

"Yesterday" and "today" are still bright and beautiful, but only he knows that "yesterday" has been destroyed and "today" has been disabled.

So, tomorrow, in whose hands should it be held?

……

Feng Rugu went to the Green Bamboo Hall.

The same actions and scenes as when he first talked about recruiting apprentices, Chang Boning was reviewing the affairs of the family at the desk, and he was lazily lying on the other side of the desk and acting like a baby.

It's just that what he's asking for this time is quite different from last time: "Senior brother, I want to find a Taoist companion."

Chang Boning froze.

A large drop of round green ink landed on the document he was reviewing, and a patch of ink seeped out.

Chang Boning stared at the ball of ink until it was about to smudge onto the words, then he was startled, picked up the handkerchief to wipe it, and didn't dare to look up at Feng Rugu: "Why did you suddenly think of finding a Taoist companion?"

Feng Ruyu: "It's boring."

Chang Boning thought he was joking, picked up the document and said, "Don't joke about major events in life."

Feng Ruyu didn't say a word, raised his hand and pressed the half-lifted document back to the table with one finger.

Chang Boning looked at his thin, white and bloodless fingertips, feeling mixed feelings for a moment: "You mean...really?"

At that moment, hearing Chang Boning's tone, Feng Rugu suddenly softened.

He also lowered his head: "I am 28 years old as before. I have died once, and I want to live a good life. I haven't tried this thing yet."

Chang Boning hesitated: "The devilish energy in your body..."

Feng Rugu: "I will choose a good woman who can keep a secret."

"...Okay, I believe it's the same as before." Chang Boning smiled hard, "Junior brother has always had a good eye for seeing people. Fuchun and Luojiu are rare obedient children."

Feng Rugu: "..." Brother, is it okay not to mention this?

Yun Zhongjun's search for a Taoist companion became a grand event in the Taoist sect.

Although all the Taoists often criticize him, marrying Fengling has infinite benefits, and it is impossible not to make people fall in love, so all the families are very enthusiastic, so they recommended themselves and sent a small portrait of their daughter of the right age to Fengling for him to choose.

Compared to Chang Boning's attention and the high expectations of various sects, for Feng Ruyu, the choice is actually a very simple matter.

He chose among the many portraits of his daughter sent in, only looking at the name on the scroll.

After half a day, Feng Rugu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he picked out a picture: "Wenshi Gate?...Wen Chen has a younger sister?"

Hearing his eager tone, Chang Boning couldn't help wondering: "Do you have a good relationship with Wen Chen?"

Feng Rugu said nonsense: "Very good. In 'The Last World', he fought side by side with me and shared joys and sorrows. His younger sister must not be so bad."

This was just for Chang Boning.

The Wen family and him were born at odds, and Wen Chen owed him a lot in "The Last World", and he would not be willing to betroth his younger sister to him.

Wen Runjin is even more greedy. If he caught his own handle, would he be more likely to cling to the big tree of Fengling, or use his small skills to make use of his falling into a demon to pull Fengling off his horse, so that Is it more likely to be the first among all the sects?

The daughter's family's reputation is also very important, so Feng Rugu wanted to settle this matter before marriage.

Unexpectedly, he hadn't thought of how to let Wen Runjin catch him, but he heard the news that Miss Wen San rushed to Fengling Mountain in a fit of anger.

Feng Ruyu was curious: "Oh? Why?"

Luo Fuchun had a bitter face: "I heard...it was Wen Sect Master who sent the portrait here without her consent..."

Hearing this, Feng Ruru had a plan in mind.

He yawned: "I'm going to take a nap, you entertain her and tell her to wait."

Luo Fuchun was very frightened, grabbed his lapel: "Master! I have never dealt with women before."

Feng Rugu simply said: "Learn."

When Luo Fuchun was in a daze, Feng Rugu broke free from him like a rabbit, ran into the room, made preparations for a while, then lay down on the couch, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

A quarter of an hour later, Luo Fuchun knocked on the door anxiously: "Master, Miss Wen San said that she wants to see you."

Feng Ruyuan fell asleep and didn't hear him.

Luo Fuchun had no choice but to explain in a low voice to the furious Wen Shen'er through a door, saying that the master is taking a nap, please go to the flower hall and wait.

I don't know how long it has passed, Luo Fuchun knocked on the door again, his voice was full of bitterness and hatred: "Master, Miss Wen San has been waiting for more than an hour..."

Feng Rugu had already woken up, and continued to pretend not to hear, closing his eyes and taking a nap.

Luo Fuchun outside the door didn't get any response, so he had to leave angrily.

Another hour or so passed.

Feng Rugu, who was sleeping, was suddenly awakened by an earth-shattering knock on the door.

"My surname is Feng, how dare you treat me so poorly?!" Wen Shen'er couldn't help but brush the emerald tea set on the table to the ground after forcibly breaking in. The sound of jade shattering resounded throughout the room. He scolded, "Feng Ling is amazing? I tried to reason with you, but you pushed back and forth! Don't think that you saved my brother, you have the face to stand up to me! I don't want to marry, and my father wants me again!" If I marry, let him marry you himself!"

After scolding, she turned her head and left, and slammed the door panel hard, almost hitting Luo Fuchun's nose.

Feng Ruyuan sat up straight, put his bare feet on the ground, and straightened his back.

As long as she enters the room privately because she can't wait... As long as she takes a few steps forward, she will find that the book Feng Ruyuan is holding is a book of magic.

Scattered on his desk are several forged letters communicating with people of the Demonic Way.

It's just that she was too angry, came and left in a hurry, and didn't have time to see anything.

Feng Ruyuan looked at the ground. His favorite tea set was torn apart, and the emeralds were scattered all over the place. Under the evening sunlight, they shone with tiny brilliance.

After a long silence, Feng Ruzhi let out a laugh: "...ha."

He knew he had failed again.

After Luo Fuchun sent the furious Miss Wen San away from "Still Waters Run Deep", she hurried back.

He wanted to scold his incomprehensible master, but when he entered the door, seeing Feng Ruzhi stepping barefoot on the ground covered with debris, his eyebrows twitched fiercely, and he hurriedly called out: "Master, don't move, don't move, be careful!" Feet! Don't hurt yourself!"

Walking out of one kind of helpless emotion, Feng Ruyuan fell into another kind of sadness.

"Am I not good-looking." Feng Ruyuan supported his forehead, thinking frustratedly and sadly, "Am I not as good-looking as I was ten years ago? How can she still get angry when she sees my face?"

Anyway, he screwed up again.

After Miss Wensan went home and committed suicide for half a month, Feng Ruyu was tragically divorced.

And on the day of the divorce, Miss Wen San's head was hung on the tallest old pine in Wenshi Mountain.

This is the final point of the "seal" character blood pen.

After Feng Rugu deduced that this was a plot by the swordsman Tang to force him out of the mountain, he fell into a short trance:

This is... an opportunity?

He had waited ten years for an opportunity that he hadn't been able to get, but now, it came to his door?

Since it is an opportunity, Feng Ruyu will not let it go easily.

He ordered Fu Chun Luojiu to pack his luggage, while he dragged the recliner and went to the Green Bamboo Hall to bask in the sun again.

At the same time, he confirmed for the last time that the Wanling Mantra buried in front of the temple was intact.

When he returns to the mountain again, he may already be a demon body.

However, even Feng Rugu himself never imagined that he would be waiting for an unexpected rainbow in front of the Green Bamboo Hall.

Ruyi is carrying Haijing, holding rosary beads, and wearing a monk's robe, step by step, walking quietly, when passing by his side, he just salutes without stopping, nods, rubs shoulders with him, and walks straight into the Green Bamboo Hall go.

Feng Ruyuan was a little dazed, turned his head to look at his back, and there was an elusive emotion in his eyes.

... The senior brother is his plan.

Fuchun and Luojiu are his plans.

The same is true for Miss Wensan.

Only the person whom he tacitly allowed to live in a Buddhist temple and avoid the wind and rain was not in Feng Ruyuan's plan at all.

From the beginning to the end, he was unwilling to involve his little world of mortals.

He didn't even dare to think of him, so he dared to entrust Thirty-four to show him every detail of Hanshan Temple, including the pair of stone lions in front of the temple gate.

And he would face that thin drawing paper, rest his chin and imagine what his little Hongchen did today, whether he was chanting scriptures in Dongshan, or practicing swords in Xilu.

This little bit of beautiful imagination already satisfies Feng Ruzhi.

Why not just let his little mortal think this way: that his adoptive father Chang Boning, the first immortal king, sits high in Fengling, and his adoptive father's younger brother is Feng Ru, who deviates from the scriptures, and his death is not a pity.

Now... is he going to join the game?