Everyone owes me a favor

Han Jing didn't know what he could do when he came to Fengling.

Even when he was led to the Green Bamboo Hall by his disciples, he still couldn't figure out his purpose for coming here.

...it's an unreasonable thing to do.

But Han Jing stopped for a moment, then knocked on the door and entered.

The knock on the door seemed to startle the people who were cleaning up the mess in the hall.

When Chang Boning got up, he turned over the chess set that had just been packed in his sleeves.

When Han Jing stepped into the room, he saw black and white chess pieces bouncing around the room, clear and loud.

Chang Boning who knocked over the chess cup couldn't help being stunned: "..."

He came back to his senses, looked at the person who came, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "...I was rude in front of fellow Taoists."

Han Jing was speechless, just lowered his body, picked up a dozen black and white pieces that had rolled to his feet, sent them to the side of the jade chess cup, and put in the dozen picked pieces.

When placing the white stones, Chang Boning just sent a white stone into the cup.

The fingertips of the two touched delicately.

Chang Boning's finger still has the warmth and coolness of a chess piece.

Han Jing withdrew his hand restrainedly and politely: "Mr. Duan Rong, I offended you."

"It's okay." Chang Boning looked at him and said gently, "It's been a long time... I haven't seen you. After the farewell, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Han Jing sat down in the guest seat, elegant and dignified, "After Jianchuan, I have traveled to many places. Passing by Fengling, I wanted to take a look. Duan Rongjun is the moon in the sky, remember Xiaodao , Xiaodao is already flattered, and dare not think otherwise."

Chang Boning: "Did you come here just now after hearing about Chaoge Mountain?"

Han Jing: "What happened to Chaoge Mountain?"

Chang Boning was a little surprised: "You..."

He was stunned for a moment, looked at Han Jing, and smiled: "Well, I don't know. You don't have to know the world when you visit the world. You must know that the more you know, the sad things will be more."

Han Jing looked at Chang Boning tenderly for a long time: "Have I touched Duan Rongjun's sadness?"

"No." Chang Boning smiled slightly, "Old friends are reunited, don't mention that. Sorry, it was supposed to be a game of chess with a few glasses of wine, but I have quit drinking a long time ago, and this chess..."

"It's getting late, Mr. Duan Rong must be very tired today." Han Jing seemed to be chatting with Chang Boning seriously, and the chat was endless, "I heard that Mr. Duan Rong played chess with Mr. Dao Jing all day and won How about negative?"

Chang Boning replied: "Seven wins, eight losses. We still lost one game. I will make an appointment with Brother Jing, and I will go to Jiuyi in person in the future to decide the outcome."

Han Jing nodded: "Sounds like a very good chess player."

Chang Boning didn't know anything about the world, but Han Jing knew a lot.

Jing Yiyan of Jingmen of Jiuyi is a national player. At a young age, he played nine consecutive games with the master in the world-famous Jinyu Chess Hall and won a big victory.

A copy of "Cangwutang Game Spectrum" has been handed down to the world because of its ingenuity.

But he knew how to make way for Chang Boning.

This is good.

……Very good.

Chang Boning asked him: "Fellow Taoist has traveled so far, where will he go in the future?"

Han Jing said calmly: "I have made a wish to travel around the three thousand worlds and enjoy the wonders of the world."

The Three Thousand Worlds he was going to was called Bi Luo and Huang Quan.

Chang Boning blinked: "Then... can we see you in the future?"

Han Jing: "It may be difficult. I will not go back."

Chang Boning: "That means we will never see each other again?"

Han Jing: "It's hard to say what will happen in the future."

Chang Boning smiled: "Then, I hope fellow Taoists have a smooth journey, and see you in the future."

Han Jing stood up.

Chang Boning was a little surprised, and got up hastily: "I...that sentence just now didn't mean to see off the guests."

Han Jing: "I'm just here to see Mr. Duanrong. When I see you, just a few words will be enough."

Chang Boning: "But..."

Han Jing put his hand on his heart, and said in a warm voice, "I have a long way to go. But a few words are enough to comfort the world."

Chang Boning was speechless for a moment: "...I'll see you off."

Han Jing: "Don't give it away. I'm fine by myself."

Chang Boning bypassed the table and insisted: "I'll see you off."

Han Jing didn't refuse any more.

The two left the Green Bamboo Hall and walked together with the wind.

None of them are talkative people, they only listened to the wind and insects while walking along the way, but their voices were very few.

Han Jing: "I've been walking all the way, looking at this mountain of flowers, I feel a little depressed."

Chang Boning was walking under a clump of magnolia trees, looked up, and said with melancholy: "In the past two years, I have no intention of taking care of them. I have wronged them."

"Everything is over." Han Jing said, "In the spring of the coming year, Fengling Mountain will definitely bloom all over the mountain."

Chang Boning suddenly asked: "At that time, will you still come?"

Han Jing: "Mr. Duanrong forgot? I won't go back."

After saying that, he stopped, facing the mountain gate that was close at hand, and said: "It's good to get here, there is no need to send it off. The deeper the dew is, Duan Rongjun put on more clothes and take care of yourself."

Chang Boning didn't move forward either, just nodded and watched him walk out of the palace gate slowly.

The disciple guarding the mountain was still there, and seeing Han Jing coming out of the mountain, he couldn't help being surprised: "Why did you come out?"

...He thought that this man had waited for so long, and he would have a good talk with Mr. Duan Rong at night, and then go to sleep.

Han Jing: "The person who should have met has already met, so naturally I have to leave."

The disciples guarding the mountain saw that he was neither humble nor overbearing, and his demeanor was elegant, unlike those Taoists who deliberately flattered Mr. Duanrong, so they naturally had a good impression of him, and inevitably felt worthless for him: "In addition to the way back and forth from the Green Bamboo Hall, you It's less than a quarter of an hour into the mountain."

Han Jing: "Has it been a quarter of an hour?" He thought it would be a lifetime.

It's not easy for disciples guarding the mountain to meddle in other people's affairs, but somehow they feel sad for this fellow Taoist.

However, it wasn't until his figure completely disappeared in the moonlight that the mountain guard disciple realized that he didn't even know his name, which made him even more disappointed.

On the high mountain, Chang Boning stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching Han Jing's leaving back.

There is only a bright mirror hanging high in the sky, Chang Boning doesn't have to be afraid of the light, and takes off the tulle covering his eyes, so the world is clear and bright.

Moonlight, shadows, two whirling.

Although Chang Boning was a little ignorant, he was not completely ignorant.

At least as before, Chang Boning always took it to heart.

When Jianchuan fell into the water, he suddenly mentioned Han Jing as before, and asked Chang Boning if he still remembered him.

Although he forgot who Han Jing was at the time, Chang Boning could still remember the appearance of this gentleman friend in the aftermath of his memory after his thoughts cleared up and he looked back.

At that time, he just felt strange why he was mentioned as before.

What Feng Ruyuan wanted, Chang Boning also wanted.

...Although the speed was a little slower, he didn't figure it out until he "passed" as usual and had many hurdles.

The ultimate goal of Tang Swordsman is to force him to fall into the devil, and he does it step by step with careful calculations.

He obviously knew that the devilish energy in Rugu's body had to be induced slowly.

It was also his finger that broke the old heart in Qingyang Mountain, and cut off the way to return to Taoism.

In other words, he not only knows the existence of the Seven Flowers Seal that suppresses the magic energy, but also can use the technique of phase shifting.

There are not many people who can meet these two conditions at the same time.

After figuring this out, Chang Boning's heart was locked in a haze, and it was hard to see the sun.

He forced himself to recall more details.

A touch of red clothes under the pomegranate tree outside Jianchuan, a blood flower in the rain of deadly flowers, and the flying sleeves of Lie Liejiu's banner...

Their owners all had a pair of similar, indifferent phoenix eyes.

Chang Boning pursued Swordsman Tang like crazy, one is to avenge Rugu and all his fellow Taoists, and the other is to prove that he is not him.

Today, the match between Fang and Jing Yiyan was over. Hearing that this fellow Taoist who had met him in Jianchuan Moonlight came to visit, Chang Boning immediately invited him to see him.

Because of the turmoil in his heart, when he pushed the door and entered, he panicked for a moment and knocked over the chess.

In this little embarrassment, Chang Boning accidentally concealed his emotions, and got a chance to watch him carefully.

Chang Boning came to a conclusion.

……It's him.

It's just that he would rather be this old friend who died in the "remaining world" and never showed up.

In this way, his fellow Taoist Lord Zhu can leave this innocent body in this world, and only then can he protect Danyang Peak from being affected by it.

The death of Feng Ruyu was always what Chang Boning cared about the most.

As before, since he is still alive, Chang Boning's hatred for "Tang Swordsman" has also faded a lot.

Today, if Quan had nothing to do and let him go away, Chang Boning had exhausted all the affection they had in the past.

...See you someday, with the lives of the sixteen friends and Hai Jing's life, there is absolutely no love between them.

Chang Boning stood alone on the mountain, with the wind filling his sleeves.

When he got to see his old friend, his sentimental problem broke out, and he recalled another past event.

Still seems to always like to play jokes on himself and him.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival of that year, the three apprentices gathered together to drink tea and admire the moon, and draw lots.

As before, he drew out a stick of "Bamboo Flowers Only Cultivate Wufeng", with a look of joy, he threw the stick in front of the two of them: "Senior brother Han, when will you marry Fengling, and raise my Wufeng together with my senior brother."

Jing Sanchai was slightly drunk from the thin wine, propped his chin and spat at him: "What kind of phoenix are you, a dead peacock, pull out your hair..."

Han Jing also pursed his lips and smiled, looking at himself.

Chang Boning thought that Han Jing was in embarrassment, and kindly helped him out: "As before, I am a Taoist brother with you, Brother Han, and I will take good care of you."

After saying that, he smiled gently at Han Jing: "Brother Han, is that right?"

Han Jing's smile was like a spring breeze, and he refused to embarrass others: "Yes."

In the past, Chang Boning didn't understand his smile.

Up to now, he has actually penetrated such a little deep meaning.

"...Brother Han. I am not a high bank, not a deep valley." Standing under the long moon, Chang Boning murmured, "Even if you have thousands of voices in your heart, call out to me, I can't give it to you." You echo."

……Feel sorry.

Han Jing, who walked to the foot of Fengling Mountain, seemed to have a feeling, and turned around, only to see the bright moon in the sky.

At the beginning of Wandeng's last month, he was in the building.

Very nice view.

When Han Jing walked down the mountain covered with moonlight, she was slow to figure out the purpose of her trip.

Han Jing, in Chang Boning's place, is a symbol of ending without a disease, a hopeless love hidden under friendship.

At least, the role played by Han Jing, an unknown person next to Jianchuan who had a relationship with him, should replace Han Jing himself and have an ending.

He has come, he has left, and has traveled through his three thousand worlds ever since.

The mausoleum of wind in the world, the endless hell, life and death, never see each other again.

Han Jing returned to Chaoge Mountain.

During the third day that Feng Ruru gave him, he didn't go anywhere.

Han Jing cleaned up his house, threw the bedding and clothes into a Dan furnace, and burned them all, leaving only one piece of clothing, which was washed by hand, dried, and worn on his body.

After tidying up the house and herself, Han Jing sat on the side of the empty bed and pulled out the "Spring Breeze Ci Pen".

"Chunfeng Cibi" is a rare jade sword with a quiet and emerald green body. Only a little black jade at the tip is like a pen dipped in green ink, so it gets its name.

This is the peerless jade gifted to him by Master Zhiyue Jun.

He took the silk, and wiped the sword from the beginning to the end until it had a faint aura.

Han Jing held the sword horizontally in his arms, closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, and a messy chapter flashed before his eyes——

Kneeling down on his knees, he clenched the tip of the sword tightly, pointed the piece of black jade at his left chest, and stabbed the bloody handwriting in a panic.

"Don't forget, you can't... you can't... this can't..."

After a while, Han Jing opened his eyes again, his eyes were calm and there was only faint confusion, as if he didn't understand why he was so embarrassed.

His fingertips touched the middle of the blade, injecting spiritual power from shallow to deep.

The sword buzzed, and the sound gradually became sharper, like a phoenix weeping.

The next moment, the sword body could not bear it, and it shattered into pieces!

Han Jing sat silently for a moment among the broken jade splashing all over the room, then got up to get a bamboo broom, cleaned up the broken swords everywhere, and poured them into the alchemy furnace.

"Spring Breeze Ci Pen" no longer exists.

Han Jing is gone too.

He took out the Tang knife and the bronze ghost mask, and placed them beside him.

... This is what Shi Shujing should belong to him.

The only thing that made Han Jing feel a little difficult to deal with was his crane.

"Can you find a home?" Han Jing hugged the crane's neck, her tone was light, not caring, but more like admonishing, "I remember teaching you before, where you should fly to on his birthday.  … After I leave, go find him, he may take care of you, and you can take him to Yangzhou, wherever he wants to go."

Bai He didn't know whether he understood or not, but just touched Han Jing's wrist with his red beak.

Han Jing drove the crane out of the house and closed the door tightly.

Until the door was blasted open by the magic energy.

...Three days ago, the "Consonance", which recorded what "Shi Shujing" had seen and heard for more than ten years, was submitted.

What he did was all recorded in the "consonance", and he could no longer move any hands and feet, so he had nothing to hide.

It is because of the protection of the unshielded sect that the people of the unworldly sect have a peaceful life, but they are almost destroyed by the swordsman of Tang Dynasty.

Now, the swordsman of the Tang Dynasty who caused the Bushimen to be slaughtered by the Taoist sect is really mixed in the Bushimen.

Several Dharma protectors rushed in, restrained his meridians, and forced him to kneel on the ground.

"Don't let him escape!"

"catch him!"

Han Jing didn't resist at all, and just let them deal with it.

The leading protector was surnamed Lu, and his wife and daughter were all in the sect. When he saw the culprit, he couldn't help being angry. He strode forward, raised his palm, and slapped Han Jing hard on the face.

A light veil flew out of his face and fell to the ground.

Han Jing's complexion did not change, he just looked at the place where the red yarn flew down, his expression indifferent.

Seeing his expression, Lu Hufa became more and more angry, and was about to make another move, when he heard a voice behind him: "Put the veil on him."

Lu Hufa was startled, looked back and saw that it was the new head of the sect, Feng Ruyu, he hesitated for a moment, thought for a moment, and obediently obeyed, picked up the red gauze on the ground, and reluctantly covered his face.

Han Jing had disappeared from this world for a long time, and everyone present could no longer remember what Mr. Zhu of Danyang Peak looked like.

However, Thirty-four, who came with the seal as before, saw his face clearly in that glimpse.

Thirty-four was shocked, turned around and looked at Feng Rugu: "He is..."

Feng Rugu said: "Uncle Thirty-four, shut up."

After Han Jing was escorted out and everyone dispersed, Thirty-four chased after Feng Rugu and said, "When I had a good relationship with the Taoist school, I met him before. He is clearly—"

Feng Rugu stepped into Han Jing's room, checked around, and interrupted him: "Uncle Thirty-four, I know who he is."

Thirty-four: "He..."

"Is there any problem?" Feng Rugu said, "Now, he can only be Shi Shujing, not Han Jing."

Thirty-four is clear.

He silently followed behind Feng Rugu, digested secretly for a while, and then smiled wryly: "... No wonder he is so cold, but I occasionally feel that he is kind."

Feng Ruyi didn't answer, and walked slowly in the room step by step.

Thirty Four said again: "Since he is Qu Chi's disciple and your old acquaintance, can you..."

"'Maybe'?" Feng Rugu asked back, "Sixteen lives, and Haijing, can they be resurrected?"

Thirty-four was stunned for a while, then sighed slightly: "It's because I want to play favoritism."

He couldn't help asking: "Han...why is Shujing like this?"

...and this question again.

I'm afraid that after everyone knows Han Jing's identity, they will ask him why.

Han Jing is clearly still alive, clearly has not been possessed by demons, and clearly refers to the most anticipated and cherished personal disciple of Lord Yue, why should he be willing to degenerate?

Feng Rugu looked at the empty room, with his back to Thirty-four: "He didn't want to tell me the real reason, because he was afraid that I would know the reason and wouldn't do it."

Thirty-four: "Then you..." Are you really going to do it?

Feng Rugu's next sentence completely ignored Thirty Four's question: "Commander Thirty, issue an order to the world. In the morning of the next day, the Bushimen will hold a public trial meeting in Chaoge Mountain to publicly try the Tang swordsmen who killed and wounded the Daomen."

Thirty-one couldn't turn the corner: "'Public trial'?"

"Yes." Feng Rugu said, "Didn't they want us to investigate the Tang swordsman? Now that we have found it, we must openly and honestly try the Tang swordsman in order to convict him."

Thirty-four one forehead lawsuit, scratched his head: "This...doesn't it give them a reason to accuse Bushimen?"

"So, for this reason, there will be many sects present."

As he said that, Feng Ruzhi raised his hand, with a faint light in his palm.

He was admiring the things he had created in "Still Waters Flow Deep", and said in a calm tone, "...the records in the 'Consonance' of the Guardian of Time, besides blood, there should be many other interesting things."