Everyone owes me a favor

Yan Jiangnan pushed open the palace door and entered quickly.

... Afterwards, she slowly withdrew.

In the moist air with the clear and positive aroma of bamboo water, there is an unusual sense of spring, which fills the heart.

When she looked at Ruyi again, her expression was completely different.

Yan Jiangnan calmed down a little: "How long?"

Ruyi: "...Huh?"

Ruyi: "..."

Ruyi's cold face remained the same, but he shook his hand behind his back: "It may have started around midnight last night..."

Yan Jiangnan: "It ended a quarter of an hour ago?"

Ruyi didn't speak, just turned his head, and let out a soft "hmm" in his nasal voice.

Yan Jiangnan took a deep breath: "How many times?"

Ruyi's cold face was almost unbearable, and he reluctantly asked: "Me, or him?"

Yan Jiangnan: "..." With such reckless behavior, it's no wonder Feng Ruyuan can stand up!

She hurriedly opened the door and entered: "Little brother!"

Feng Ruyu was lying on his side on the tidy couch, his hair covered with a thin mist of water fell down smoothly, his clothes were neat and tidy, and his inner jacket was uncharacteristically buttoned to the top button.

...This kind of style is obviously not the clothes he personally wears.

Feng Rugu had heard Yan Jiangnan's voice a long time ago, so he greeted him face to face, "Yo, Junior Sister."

Yan Jiangnan: "..." What the hell.

But Yan Jiangnan knew that this little brother of hers had an unusual face, which was the opposite of ordinary people's.

She had taken care of Feng Rugu who had just come out of "The Leftovers", so she knew his nature well.

When this person is sober, his skin is as thick as a city wall, and he can't pierce it with the Guixu swordsmanship.

Yan Jiangnan still remembers that the first time he gave him medicine, he was so pained that he was so confused that he grabbed the quilt and refused to show her, and muttered, "Mother said that men and women can't kiss each other", which made Yan Jiangnan think he was out of his mind .

Seeing Feng Rugu's self-satisfied appearance, Yan Jiangnan believes that he is very sober now.

Yan Jiangnan sat down heavily, uncovered the quilt, Feng Rugu pretended to be watching, hugged the pillow and said aggrievedly: "Junior Sister, you are here, if you come a little later, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you .”

Ruyi standing at the door: "..."

Yan Jiang was expressionless: "..."

If there hadn't been such a mess, Yan Jiangnan should be beating this bastard who faked his death with a medicine scale right now.

It's all right now, seeing his miserable appearance, Yan Jiangnan's heart softened so much that he had no choice but to treat him like an ancestor.

Feng Ruyuan's skin was dyed rouge all over, and his waist was even more bruised and purple. It was a horrible sight when it fell on the pale complexion, as if he had been pinched vigorously.

When he lifted his clothes, Yan Jiangnan was taken aback: "Did he hit you?"

"No." Feng Ruyuan said innocently, "My physique has always been like this, even if I ride him, I will become like this."

...Yan Jiangnan really wanted to poison this demon who was professing lewdness during the day without blushing and heartbeating immediately.

Seeing that he was in a mess all over his body, like a hot ear, he couldn't help but think of the chaos last night.

...One of the carps that even straighten the branches and leaves, is always unwilling to settle down, looking up to accept it affectionately, feeling faint, the body is trembling slightly, while rubbing non-stop, arching upwards constantly, as if afraid that he will fall After getting off the bed, he couldn't spare his hands, so he had no choice but to pinch his thin waist with his knees, forcing him all the way to the corner of the bed.

His bound hands also slid to the uppermost side of the bed rail, hooked on one side of the tent hook carved in the shape of a fish, swayed, and moved with him.

Turning from the lying position to the front, the two of them are shallow and deep at first, floating and sinking.

... Why bother to talk about the middle matter, and straighten out the branches.

Thinking of this, Ru Yi was filled with fear, as if he had done something rebellious that deserved to be struck by lightning, his palm, which was always accurate when holding the sword, trembled a little.

Yan Jiangnan checked the pulse to confirm that Feng Rugu was fine, and he felt relieved.

Although Ruyi didn't understand, he excelled in being meticulous and cleaned up very carefully.

After exhorting Ruyi to take care of things, Yan Jiangnan hated iron for being weak, and couldn't help but stab him a few words: "Go buy some books and pictures, so that you can learn something, don't let him play around. He doesn't know how to control, and you don't know how to restrain yourself." Don't you know?"

Ruyi said with a blushing face, "Yes."

Yan Jiangnan touched a medicinal pill and put it under his tongue to help him nourish his energy and regulate his Qi. He also took the medicinal materials that he carried with him, and went outside the hall to decoct and apply the medicine for external use.

When Yan Jiangnan worked hard with a medicine scale to calculate the medicinal materials, he thought:...why did I come here?

Even though he had slandered Feng Rugu before and hoped that someone would take care of him, seeing him so pale and embarrassed, Yan Jiangnan still felt bad.

Outside the courtyard, Yan Jiangnan was busy. In the hall, Ruyi lifted Feng Rugu's leg and gently rubbed it in his arms: "What did Daoist Yan say? When will it be better?"

Feng Ruyu asked without answering, "What do you call her?"

Ruyi: "Yan..."

Feng Ruyuan smiled slightly: "Just now I heard you call it that way outside the hall."

Ruyi bowed his head: "Uncle Master."

Feng Rugu realized that he liked teasing him too much, Zhi Yi said, "Since you called me uncle, shouldn't you call me too?"

Ruyi restrained the sharp thorns all over his body that were not easy to get close to, and was extraordinarily obedient: "Master."

"Master is here."

Ruyi raised her eyes slightly: "... foster father."

Feng Ruyuan sensed the uneasiness hidden under his stern expression, and soon softened his heart: "The adoptive father is also here."

"Seal as before."

"Yeah." Feng Rugu wrapped his hands around the back of his neck, "... kiss for a while longer?"

Ruyi blushed, and the usual restraint made him restrain his thoughts: "Yan Daojun is still here, it can't be like this."

Feng Rugu: "She went to decoct the medicine."

"She keeps me in moderation."

Feng Ruzhi smiled close to his ear: "I allow you to be presumptuous."

Ruyi reservedly said: "Then... everything will be obeyed by the adoptive father."

Feng Rugu grabbed his collar and whispered to him with a low smile: "...Prudish, dare you say you don't want it?"

Ruyi no more words.

Outside the window, the rising sun cast fine specks of light, which landed on Feng Rugu's lips.

Like a chasing light, he held the light in his mouth devoutly.

Feng Rugu said "uh" twice, pushed his chest again, half pushed him away, and said with a joke, "Aren't you going to close the door?"

Ruyi kissed without time to distract, grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it, hitting the half-open door.

The door creaked shut, as if startled by the wind.

When Yan Jiangnan heard the noise, he took a look and thought it was the wind, so he focused on the steaming medicine stove again.

Outside the window, the sparse bamboos are rustling, just like singing harmoniously.

When Yan Jiangnan returned to the house, the house was peaceful, like pouring hot tea and feeding him mouthfuls, Feng Rugu looked like he had no bones in his body, nestled in his arms, and read a notebook under the bright light from the window .

He also had several other notebooks of the same kind lying around.

As a doctor, Yan Jiangnan felt worried again, and said angrily: "If you don't have a good rest, what idle books are you reading?!"

Feng Rugu groaned, and threw the note back to Ruyi: "How can you do this, I'm not in good health yet, and you let me read?"

Ruyi: "...?"

Ruyi: "Sorry, adoptive father."

Ruyi's gentleness made Yan Jiangnan suddenly feel protective: "...you treat me as blind. Don't rely on others!"

Feng Ruyu fell silent, and rubbed against Ruyi's arms, winking at him: Look, my junior sister is also protecting you.

As Feng Ruyi watched like this, Ruyi's heart softened strangely.

The feather-like long eyelashes seemed to be sweeping towards his heart, making him unable to help but bow his head and kiss Feng Ruyuan's right eye.

Yan Jiangnan was lowering his head to adjust the temperature of the medicine, so he didn't pay attention to their actions.

But Feng Ruyuan was stunned for a moment, and when he lowered his head again, his heart felt warm. It was only when his eyes touched the handwriting scattered on the bed that he regained his composure.

... These were all left to him by Han Jing.

Feng Rugu wanted to take a good look at what Han Jing had done during the 12 years of separation.

In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, Yan Jiangnan simply stayed here for a day and a night, and it was already late at night when he left.

She still remembered Thirty-four's instructions, before going out, she had to look around carefully to avoid being caught by strangers.

However, when she confirmed that there was no one around, she got out, closed the hall door, and turned around again, but she was startled by a figure that suddenly appeared and stood quietly in front of Yu Sheng Hall.

The green peak is like a daisy, and among the spring mountains and deserts, stands a tall and jade-like Sang Luojiu.

Yan Jiangnan didn't know how long he had been waiting here, but he saw two stains on his thin spring shirt, one was morning dew and the other was evening dew.

Sang Luojiu didn't take it seriously at all, and saluted Yan Jiangnan gently, stepped forward, and presented a letter: "Uncle Yan, can you bring this letter to senior brother for me?"

Yan Jiangnan had already heard about all kinds of things that happened in Chaoge Mountain, and also knew that Sang Luojiu defected in public and turned to the magic way.

However, everyone has selfish intentions. Apart from having Ruyi as a companion, Yan Jiangnan still hopes in his heart that Feng Ruyuan will have someone who knows the cold and the hot in the magic way, who can take care of his daily life.

But she also knows that Sang Luojiu and Luo Fuchunzao communicate with each other.

now……

She took the letter: "You are really..."

Meeting Sang Luojiu's eyes, Yan Jiangnan sighed: "Forget it."

She can't say anything about love.

The seals inside the hall are still the same, and Sang Luojiu outside the hall, she can heal their bodies well but not their hearts, even if she is the number one Taoist doctor in the world.

Let them go.

……

Also in the evening, at the northern foot of Chaoge Mountain, Han Jing strolled here.

Not far behind him, a red-crowned crane followed.

The autumn water is cold and the white hair is cold, and the sunset hangs a lonely shadow.

Today is the first day Feng Ruyu gave him freedom.

But Han Jing didn't know if he was wasting his time.

He assisted Thirty-four to deal with a lot of backlog of affairs in the sect, analyzed them in detail, and sorted out the general clues, so that Feng Ruru could take over.

For this matter, Han Jing spent a whole day, and was free in the evening.

The white crane seemed to sense that he had something on his mind, so it raised its slender neck and rubbed against the back of Han Jing's hand.

Han Jing let it rub away, and put her other hand on the red crown on its forehead, moving her fingertips lightly, caressing it gently.

This crane was originally raised by Han Jing in Danyang Peak.

Bo Ning said that he wanted to ride a crane down to Yangzhou to see the place in the south of the Yangtze River where Feng Ruyu was born.

...and so there it was.

At that time, it was only a small one with a red beak and white feathers, and its body was still covered with immature down, but it already had the appearance of a graceful and independent gentleman.

Han Jing never imagined that one day after he left Danyang Peak, a white crane that had grown up would land beside him flapping its wings and covered in dust.

Han Jing kept it, but never took it with him.

Bai He stayed in Chaoge Mountain, waiting for him to return home from time to time.

... Baihe doesn't even have a name.

Han Jing has already given himself too many names, and he doesn't want to waste his mind on unnecessary things.

But he didn't know why he picked Tongshi red beans for it, and fed it carefully.

When Bai He was getting close to him, a young Mo Dao of an unworldly family rubbed shoulders with Han Jing, and casually greeted him: "Shi Dharma Guardian, walk the bird."

Han Jing raised her head and looked at him quietly.

This glance meant nothing at all, but it shocked the young Mo Dao.

Those who are not from the world are mostly afraid of Shi Shujing.

Because no one knows what he is thinking.

There is no mercy in his eyes, and there is an unfathomable deep pool, which looks very ghostly, and no one dares to find out what is buried under the deep pool.

In short, because it is unknown, it is ominous.

Sensing the man's dodge, Han Jing lowered his eyes again, picked up the white crane, went home by himself, washed and rested.

The next day, Han Jing left Chaoge Mountain, leaving the crane behind.

He stopped at the foot of the mountain for a long time.

In the past, every time he went out, he always had a goal, and he rarely looked around and didn't know where he was going.

The world is so big, where can he go now?

Han Jing once asked Feng Rugu if he would be free for three days, wouldn't he be afraid that he would run away?

Feng Rugu said, you won't escape, you can't escape your heaven.

Thinking of this, Han Jing couldn't help but look up at the sky.

...God?

An hour later, Han Jing stood at the foot of Fengling Mountain.

After stroking the red gauze on his face, he walked towards the mountain.

In front of the Fengling Tongtian Pillar, Han Jing was stopped by the disciples guarding the mountain: "This fellow Taoist, why are you here?"

Although it was a routine cross-examination, the disciples never felt that Han Jing was suspicious after seeing Han Jing's appearance and demeanor.

He has the air of a fairy all over his body, and he can be seen as a person in the Tao at a glance.

Han Jing replied, "Visiting an old friend."

"Who is the old friend?"

"Fengling Chang Boning."

The disciple guarding the mountain was slightly startled: "What is your last name, which fairy mountain?"

When asked this question, a hundred or eighty names and identities flashed through Han Jing's mind.

In these years, he has wandered between the false and the real. He has had glory and honor, and he can be trusted to use it at his fingertips to raise his own value.

However, Han Jing only said: "Besides Jianchuan, under the moonlight, there are fellow Taoists who have met him once."

The Fengling disciple in front of him was stunned for a moment, and insisted: "Guest, when visiting the sect master, you need to report your name."

"You tell him that, and he will remember."

Speaking of this, Han Jing didn't really believe it, and added: "...Maybe."

"Our mountain lord is meeting with the head of the Jing family, so we can't get away." The disciple guarding the mountain said, "We can't invite you to wait inside if you don't give your name."

Han Jing sets himself up as a long sword, just like the "Spring Breeze Ci Brush" he wears.

He said flatly: "I don't need to go in, just wait here."

The disciple who kept the mountain wanted to persuade him: "Although it is rude to say this, if we, Mr. Duanrong, have only met Daoist friends once, I am afraid it will be difficult to remember. If we pass the transmission, the sect master will forget..."

Han Jing seemed hopeless and needlessly disappointed, and said calmly, "Then forget it. When the time comes, I will leave."

In this way, Han Jing stood from the rising sun to the sunset on the west mountain.

... Another day has passed.

His life, so far, has only one day left.

While Han Jing was calmly calculating, the mountain guard disciple who went to the Green Bamboo Hall to see the situation several times came back full of happiness.

"Mr. Duan Rong asked me to say sorry to you. He played chess with Master Jing very much. He forgot the time for a while until the game ended." The disciple guarding the mountain clasped his fists and said, "The sect master still remembers you and said please Into the mountain."