Everyone owes me a favor

Because of their reluctance, the people of the Taoist sect withdrew sparsely and at an extremely slow speed.

Jing Yiyan was not in a hurry.

He stood where he was, writing a letter with a smile on his face.

He described in detail what happened in front of Chaoge Mountain today, and focused on expressing what he said for Fengling.

In the end, Jing Yiyan casually made a request: "Little brother, don't forget to go home during the Chinese New Year."

After releasing a burst of peony fragrance, the spiritual letter in Jing Yiyan's palm turned into fluorescent light and disappeared.

He turned around and found that Feng Ling hadn't moved yet.

Although Chang Boning was the first to say back, he just turned his back to Wushitai and stood quietly.

He didn't move, and the other disciples stood with him, and no one disturbed his thoughts.

...It's just that everyone else has left, and he is the only one left standing like this, which is pitiful.

Jing Yiyan came closer, and gently reminded: "Cough."

Chang Boning remained motionless.

Jing Yiyan took out a bronze gossip plate from his waist, held it in his left hand, and closed his eyes.

The pointer collides, the gears mesh with each other, and there is a slight rattling sound.

Chang Boning stood under a pear tree, when his body and mind were being torn between great joy and unreasonable sorrow, he suddenly felt a coolness on his cheeks.

He turned his head to look at the pear blossoms covering his shoulders, like fine snow, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the caster.

"Begonias before rain, pear blossoms snow first." Jing Yiyan overturned his palms, put away the gossip tray, his tone was gentle and alienated, "Duanrong Jun, the first meeting, three thousand pear blossoms, count as a meeting..."

After seeing Chang Boning's whole picture, Jing Yiyan, who hadn't been out for a long time, paused subtly: "...Courtesy."

At this time of mental turmoil, Chang Boning still did not forget his self-cultivation. After realizing that he had lost his mind, he apologized to everyone in Fengling and ordered: "Turn back to Fengling."

He turned his head, pulled Luo Fuchun who was still facing Wushitai, and said softly to Jing Yiyan: "I'm sorry, Chang lost his composure and made fellow Taoist laugh."

Jing Yiyan said indifferently: "The child is old enough to be difficult to discipline. It's all the same, don't worry about it."

"Thank you, fellow daoist." Chang Boning heard him speak, and felt a sense of irony in his heart. Knowing that he was comforting himself, he felt a little grateful. Riding will go to the mansion to pay respects."

Jing Yiyan bowed gracefully: "I haven't introduced you yet. My surname is Jing."

The name of the Jing family has always been well known, a surname is enough to show his identity.

Chang Boning looked at him seriously, waiting for the next step.

Jing Yiyan also looked at him.

The two looked at each other for a while, Jing Yiyan quickly sensed something was wrong, and added: "...Jiuyi Jingmen."

Chang Boning continued to look at him seriously.

Jing Yiyan smiled, stopped talking about the truth, and introduced the truth: "Jing Yiyan."

Chang Boning: "Is it the 'jing' of Bauhinia?"

Jing Yiyan: "Yes, that's right."

Chang Boning: "It's a coincidence. My junior brother's best friend is also surnamed Jing, and seems to be from Jiuyi..."

Jing Yiyan raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Duan Rong is saying that his younger brother Jing Sanchai?"

Chang Boning was taken aback, his face blushed quickly: "...Well, I'm sorry for being rude, I'm really not good at it..."

Jing Yiyan was calm, and did not laugh at him at all: "Noble people always forget things. Next time, when Qu Duanrong-jun comes to the humble house, Duanrong-jun will definitely not forget."

Chang Boning was a little confused.

What he said was "going to pay a visit to the mansion", but Taoist Jing said it was "going to the humble house".

... One seems to go to the hall of the Jing family, and the other seems to enter his back room.

But Chang Boning quickly decided that he was thinking too much, secretly smiled wryly and said that he was a mediocre person, and after turning sideways to thank him, he lifted his heavy steps and went down Chaoge Mountain.

After taking two steps, Chang Boning couldn't help but look back, but he only caught a thread of lotus plume after Feng Ruyuan turned and left on Wushitai.

...Still standing there as before?

Feng Rugu had been standing on the stage of Wushi, until most of Fengling left and Chang Boning was taken away, he didn't feel relieved.

If he remembers correctly, "Baiwu Qingxiang" is the peony pattern that Jing Yiyan, the elder brother of the Jing family, belongs to alone.

Jing Sanchai once complained to him that his eldest brother is a dead fox with human appearance, he smiles softer than anyone else, and is more black-hearted than anyone else in cheating people.

He rarely goes out, and the world rarely sees him, so he is often confused by his appearance.

Jing Sanchai angrily made a conclusion for him: "Fox spirit!!"

Once, Feng Rugu couldn't straighten up laughing because of this funny comment.

Now, Feng Rugu can only watch Jing Yiyan leave with Chang Boning.

Anyone can stand by the brother's side, but he can't.

The last thing Fengling needs right now is Feng Ruyu.

Fortunately, the moment Feng Rugu turned around, he had already adjusted all his expressions, and hugged the newly appointed wife of the head of the sect.

Part of him is missing.

Fortunately, there is not nothing.

The door owner's wife was very face-saving, she didn't struggle, she just stiffened a bit.

Feng Rugu thought he was going to resist, so he said softly, "Little Hongchen, foster father has come to look for you."

He smiled very lightly: "...Take you home."

Although this home is not that home.

But after 12 years, he finally came as promised.

Ruyi staggered his gaze and closed his eyes.

After a long time, he seemed to see a Buddha's hand shrouded in the sandalwood mist again.

There was a sound of a wooden fish in the sutra sound, and the sound of a wooden fish was knocked out. From then on, he had a sudden understanding of love and hatred, and he understood love and hatred, but it took many years to realize it in Feng Rugu.

Love and hate are him, and love and hatred are also him.

He didn't dare to look into Feng Ruyuan's eyes, so he missed them.

In the eyes of others who don't understand Ruyi, this cold-faced layman can be described as holy and unyielding.

As for the face of their proud new sect master, everyone looked at it horizontally and vertically, and it was full of four words: forcing good people into prostitution.

Everyone present at the Bushimen Sect was a little dazed to varying degrees.

The sect master hasn't returned for a long time, and everyone in the sect actually has a little bit of care in their hearts.

There are those who are favored by "Lin Xuejing" and stick to the sect master's biggest faction, some trust Sansi more and secretly support Sansi to replace "Lin Xuejing" faction, and some don't care who is the sect master and only want their own safety , can be regarded as sui generis.

It's just that the situation was critical just now, and everyone could only speak out as one, so they all worshiped Feng Ruyu as the head of the sect.

... Now no one has the face to cross the river and tear down the bridge.

Thirty-four followed Feng Rugu, took a panoramic view of the changes in everyone's expressions, and asked him in a low voice, "That's why you wrote to me and asked me to call you back when something happened to Bushimen? "

Although it was an adventure for Feng Ruyuan to come back under such circumstances, it played a role in turning the tide.

In this case, handing over the power of the sect master can save a lot of trouble.

Today, the Taoist sect obviously came with the intention of destroying the sect.

Today, Feng Rugu can be regarded as having saved the Unworldly Family.

As long as he can survive the crisis of Tang Swordsman, at least on the bright side, no one dares to question Feng Ruyu's prestige as the sect master.

Feng Ruyu was noncommittal, walked a few steps, and remembered something, turned his head and glanced at Sang Luojiu: "Where is there a place in the door for this kid?"

Thirty-four followed behind him, smiling all over his face: "There are so many."

Feng Rugu nodded to him: "Uncle Thirty-four, you have worked hard."

Thirty-four took this "hard work" for granted, but it was far from enough.

Bushimen has been established for eight years.

In name, it was Feng Rugu who gave him a place to stay.

In fact, for eight years, he did not have a day off.

Every inch of brick and tile on Chaoge Mountain is his painstaking effort.

He walked through the desert, through the wasteland, and through countless rounds of bright moons and scorching suns. He thought he was not very smart, so he was shameless, laughing and cursing, and pulled up a thousand-person unworldly family.

Thirty-four replied easily, "Hey, I'm used to it."

He paused, and his tone obviously became much more enthusiastic: "However, your new swordsmanship is good. When you settle down, I have to learn from you. You can't be like your master and always find me annoying."

Thirty-four There are not many advantages of this person.

His brain is not very good, and all his wisdom in his life has been concentrated on the way of comprehending swordsmanship, so he looks careless and crazy.

But at the same time, Thirty-Four has a strange and natural sense of proportion in the way of the world.

After returning from Feng Ruyuan, he will no longer give any order to the disciples of the Bushimen.

Feng Rugu also noticed this, but he didn't say anything.

He summoned Thirty-four and whispered two or three words to him.

In front of the people who hadn't dispersed yet, Thirty-four got the order, and just now he gave the order to the people of the Bushimen who hadn't woken up yet, with the usual tone: "It's not the right time today, the hall masters will lead their people to meet in front of Fujian Hall! "

... It is obvious who made this order.

And the tone of the thirty-fourth generation's order was not unhappy at all, but cheerful, representing willing surrender.

In this way, even those who had some thoughts opened their mouths, but they still froze.

After speaking, Thirty Four found Xu Pingsheng squatting outside the crowd, throwing stones one by one.

Thirty-four stared at him, and said to Feng Rugu, "Master, I have some personal matters."

Feng Rugu said with a smile: "Go. I also have a personal matter."

The private matter in his arms is frosty, but his heart flickers and flickers, and it is extremely lively.

Fortunately, in the daytime, it is not clear.

Now there is no Lin Xuejing in the world, and there is no one who can understand the jade of love.

But Ruyi thought about it, lowered his eyelids slightly, and a little tenderness slipped through his eyes.

It seems that there is no need to untie it.

On the other side, Thirty-four looked around and grabbed the person closest to them: "Shu Jing, show the door master a way."

Han Jing: "..."

Han Jing: "Yes. Sect Master, this way please."

Chaoge Mountain was arranged by Feng Rugu in the space, it was difficult to think of it as a magic cave, more like a Taoist gate, like a peach garden, but also like a holy place.

After sunrise, more than a thousand houses are bathed in the light, and the bamboos form a sea, and the flowers are in full bloom, occupying a third of the spring scenery in the world.

The child with the blood of the Demon Dao was lying on the side of the colonnade, blinking his green pupils, and looked at them quietly.

Feng Rugu's eyes only stayed on the back of the guide: "Shi Shujing?"

Han Jing walked ahead: "...Yes."

Feng Rugu said behind him, "I heard about it from Uncle Thirty-four. Shujing, the protector, is a good name."

Han Jing didn't look back: "Really? Thank you."

Looking at the red gauze tied behind his head, Feng Ruyuan's expression changed several times.

Ruyi saw his expression in his eyes, secretly wrote it down, and remained silent.

Thirty-four got the order from the head of the sect, left the crowd, grabbed the wrist of his family's little corpse that was raised up to throw a stone, squatted down beside him, and said with a smile: "My little hero is back?"

Seeing that he finally paid attention to him, Xu Pingsheng snorted happily.

Thirty-four finally let go of the heavy burden. Apart from being comfortable, everything looks very pleasing to the eye: "You brought the sect master back, and I have to credit you."

Xu Pingsheng turned his head, turned his back to him and said stiffly: "It's not rare."

Thirty-four clicked his tongue, grabbed his wrist, imitated Feng Ruyuan's posture, and hugged him horizontally.

Xu Pingsheng was stunned for a moment, and when he realized that there were still people around him who could not disperse, he became ashamed and annoyed, and beat him repeatedly: "Fuck you! Let go—"

Thirty-four went to cover his mouth.

Xu Pingsheng made a gesture to bite his finger.

Many people turned their heads when they heard the sound.

When Thirty-four is in a good mood, he can make any shameless nonsense. He holds his finger in his mouth and smiles at the people nearby who look over: "Damn it, my little beauty is rather shy."

Xu Pingsheng put his hand in his mouth: "...??"

Watching their magic way: "...???"

They were blinded again by the eyes that had just been blinded by the new sect master and the new wife.

Xu Pingsheng suddenly felt extremely ashamed, and angrily bit his fingertip.

But he bit it down and regretted it after tasting a little bit of blood. He was reluctant for a moment and licked it guiltily.

Only Thirty-four himself noticed this small gesture.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled brightly, held him beside him like a book, and led him towards his palace with strides.

As he walked, he wiped the blood gushing from his fingertips on his lips: "Give you some strength. Don't faint like last time."

Xu Pingsheng glared at him: "..." Just bite it off!

……

Shi Shujing led the two to a palace room and pushed open the door.

Thirty-four knew that he was coming back, so he sent someone to clean it this morning.

The hall is unoccupied, but clean and dust-free.

The first thing that catches the eye is a belt of green peaks, dotted with white stones, and the inscription "Jianghai sends the rest of my life".

... "The small boat passed away from now on, and Jianghai sent the rest of his life".

This hall is called "Yu Sheng Hall".

Do not seek longevity, only the rest of life.

Ruyi followed him into the hospital, and at a glance, his lips pursed.

He had seen this place before.

...It is very like "still water runs deep", like the Buddhist house where the two have spent two full years together.

Even if a "Still Water Flows Deep" is burned, Feng Rugu still has a Yusheng Hall.

Feng Ruyuan never forgot the agreement between the two, to build a home for him.

There are tens of millions of people in the world, and they are all different.

During the ten years of separation, You Hongchen wandered around the world as his adoptive father wished, but his heart was always as small as a Buddhist house, which could only accommodate him and a foster father.

Feng Ruyu sits withered and "still water runs deep", but his heart is big enough to accommodate the world.

But every time he turned his head, he still didn't forget the little room where he lived in his dream.

Sending people to Yusheng Hall, Han Jing stood still, his heart that had been washed by the turbulent waves had returned to tranquility: "Master, I..."

"Shh."

Feng Ruyu interrupted him.

He raised his legs and stepped over the threshold, because he was so familiar with every arrangement here that he no longer needed someone to lead the way.

But he didn't look back and said: "Don't go, wait for me here. I have something to see you."

Han Jing lowered her eyelashes, raised her hand, and traced the scar on her chest through the clothes: "Yes."

Entering the room, Feng Rugu put Ruyi on the bed, knelt on one knee beside the bed: "You're so good."

Ru Yi is not used to being praised like this, so he turned his face away: "Father is the head of the sect, I can't put on a posture at this time and embarrass you... Besides, when the red silk attacked me, I sealed three big acupoints—this How is it done?"

In fact, he still has some unspeakable joy.

"My master is very accomplished in refining weapons." Feng Rugu took back the red silk in his palm, "His magical weapons can be transformed in a thousand ways, and I only learned a little superficially from my master."

He turned the red silk into a pair of silver shackles: "...hands."

Ruyi didn't move, just called him in a low voice: "... foster father."

Feng Ruyuan insisted: "Madam, you should be wronged."

Ruyi made eye contact with him for a long time, and finally backed down a step, stretching out his hands obediently.

... Who is wronged?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, everyone could see clearly that it was his new demon leader, Feng Rugu, who robbed people, and he didn't come here as he wished.

The world will talk about his obsession with sex, and laugh at him for not changing his evil heart, but there is not enough evidence to accuse Ruyi of being filthy and chaotic.

He imprisoned himself, it was a play for others to watch.

As he said, he is a genius to be hated.

There are countless blades of speech in the world, and Feng Ruzhi is more willing to point the sharp edge at himself.

As soon as he realized that his mood was a little out of control, he was afraid of offending his adoptive father, so he forced himself to change the subject: "People outside the door, is there any problem?"

"The door master's wife has to be in charge as soon as she gets started." Feng Rugu smiled at Yanyan, "It's a good habit."

Hearing this, Ruyi's cheeks were still cold, but there was a layer of red, and the lines were no longer so hard, Feng Ruzhi liked it just looking at it.

Feng Ruyuan couldn't help pinching the face of his good son.

Ruyi tried his best to change the topic: "Father always looks at such a house, won't he feel bored?"

"It's annoying." Feng Rugu said honestly, "But this is the homeland that you and I drew together, how can I modify it without your consent?"

The morning light shone on the two of them, urging a faint flow of love to surge in the room.

When they were hit by the gradually rising tide, the two spoke almost at the same time.

"I have something else to do."

"You have something else to do."

After saying that, Feng Rugu laughed in a low voice, held the back of Ruyi's neck, and gently pressed his forehead against him.

Without further words, he rolled over and got out of bed, pushed open the door, walked through the bushes of flowers and bamboo, and found that person.

The man named "Shi Shujing" was still standing beside a clump of thin bamboo.

A butterfly landed on his shoulder, and he ignored it calmly, like a speck of dust fell on his shoulder.

Feng Ruzhi did what he had always wanted to do since just now.

——When he was in Jianchuan, the Tang swordsman looked at him through the fog barrier that hit his heart.

Now, he tore off the red veil covering his face and watched quietly.

Even though he had been prepared in his heart, Feng Ruyuan couldn't help but close his eyes when he saw the familiar face clearly.

Holding the red gauze flying with the wind, he closed his eyes and murmured: "It's you."

Tang Dao Ke is a person who can understand Wen Chen's temperament.

He is someone who knows many things in the "Leaving World".

He is a person who knows the keys of the Seven Flower Seal.

He is the one who can pretend to be Senior Brother Chang with the technique of phase shifting to force him to bloom.

He is someone who has the ability to use a series of plots to create a deadlock that he cannot escape.

Even if Feng Ruyuan tried to convince himself, but apart from that person, there really wouldn't be anyone else.

... That Senior Brother Han who could smile with butterflies is finally gone.

Han Jing wanted to bow down and bow: "It's me."

"Get up!" Feng Rugu grabbed him by the front, not allowing him to kneel down, "Why?"

"...Brother Han, 12 years ago, where did you go in the 'Leaving World'? What did you do?"