Everyone owes me a favor

Jing Sanchai narrowed her eyes to look at Feng Rugu, then ignored the others, dragged him out, and closed the door behind her.

Luo Fuchun was very uncomfortable with these words, just wanted to go out, but was stopped by Sang Luojiu.

Luo Fuchun said unwillingly: "I must figure it out today! Why is it that Master has shown great kindness to the Taoist sect, but everyone kept secret about the past?"

Sang Luojiu grabbed his loose belt and persuaded him: "Then senior brother, have you ever thought about why you have to hide it for many years with the master's temperament?"

Luo Fuchun was taken aback.

His master has always acted perversely, and he loves talking nonsense the most in his life, and he rushes to piss people off as soon as he opens his mouth.

But the master has never turned over the old accounts of the past to anyone.

Last night, Master used the past to stimulate Wen Chen, and it was Wen Chen who first mentioned it when he lost his mind.

At this moment of stupefaction, Luo Fuchun's pursuit of the bottom line dissipated.

He slumped down and sat down for a while, then suddenly turned his face: "Junior brother, do you know something?"

Sang Luojiu didn't expect Luo Fuchun to ask this question: "...huh?"

"I've asked Master many times, but Master doesn't want to mention it, so that's fine." Luo Fuchun muttered, "But I've never seen you ask Master about the past. Are you not curious at all?"

"Because in my opinion, the master is just the master." Sang Luojiu said, "The master ten years ago was the master, but the master ten years later will not be the master?"

Luo Fuchun was stunned: "Ah...?"

Sang Luojiu glanced at Luo Fuchun with some pity, but soon his brows and eyes frowned, and his smile changed to a pure and harmless one: "Brother, is he going to sleep? The quilt has been warmed up."

Luo Fuchun still had something on his mind, said "oh", went back to the bed and sat down, touched the quilt, realized something, and gave him a white look: "It's not winter, what kind of quilt is warm."

Sang Luojiu said obediently: "Senior brother is filial to senior brother, it should be done."

After being repeatedly beaten by Sang Luojiu's words, Luo Fuchun completely lost his mind, put the quilt over his head, and fell asleep.

After Jing Sanchai went out, she shook off Feng Ruyuan and asked, "Aren't you drunk?"

Feng Rugu: "I can't get drunk, you are drunk. Didn't you promise to forget about it for the rest of your life and never mention it again?"

Jing Sanchai shook off him: "You don't mind me, I'm happy to talk. I'll go back and talk now."

Feng Rugu didn't stop him. Seeing him striding forward, he said lightly, "Go ahead, let's not talk about that shrewd apprentice of mine. My passionate, stupid apprentice heard the truth about what happened back then, and he will be disheartened if he doesn't keep it together tomorrow." Feeling cold, I have retired from Daoism, and I will stay to help you the day after tomorrow."

Jing Sanchai stood still.

After careful consideration, he felt that he didn't need a silly helper, so he turned back.

Returning to Feng Rugu's side, Jing Sanchai was silent for a while, and when she spoke again, her tone was a bit disappointed: "Your temperament was not like this before, but now you only know how to hold your head and suffer."

Feng Rugu said: "Your mind has been like a day for more than ten years, and you are generally childish."

Jing Sanchai was furious, and chased Feng Rugu in the courtyard and kicked her several times.

Feng Rugu was kicked all over the yard by him, and he still didn't forget to turn around and preach with a smile: "When you left Ying Tianchuan, was it really because of arguing with your master? Isn't it because you can't get used to the way of Taoism? It's the same as now. , run away if you can’t bear it.”

Jing Sanchai retorted: "It's better than you dawdling in 'Still Waters Run Deep'. You're getting more useless every day, but you still know how to fool me?! If I hadn't been to 'Still Waters Run Deep' last time, I still didn't know ..."

He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the door of the wing room where the bald donkey lived was still open, his brows were wrinkled, and with a wave of his sleeve, the door closed in response.

This whole small courtyard lives with him, and because of its exquisite design and fine-grained mechanism, once the door is closed, it will become a copper wall and iron wall, impermeable to sound and light.

Haijing was listening to the gossip with great interest, but felt sorry when the door was closed.

Lie on the bed and groped a few times, Haijing found out about a dozen hidden arrows, treasures, and Gu poison.

He opened his eyes wide, secretly amazed, but also apprehensive.

He said with a bitter face: "Little uncle, do you really want to sleep in this bed tonight?"

If he saw that he was anxious, he got up quietly, walked to the side of the bed, took off his Buddha shoes, and lay down with his clothes on.

Haijing's doubts were all gone now, and she felt relieved, and quickly fell asleep leaning against Ruyi.

He knew that Ruyi was speechless during the closed mantra, so he asked himself and answered: "Little uncle, that Yun Zhongjun is really a strange person."

"He has a great kindness with the Taoist sect, I know it, but how come the saying 'gratitude becomes enmity'?"

"He was obviously killed by the demon cultivator back then, but he didn't seem to hate the demon cultivator, and even helped the four little demon cultivators find a place to live... Yes, those four little demon cultivators have immature skills and have not harmed anyone. , Yun Zhongjun has no reason to kill them, and he can be regarded as a good person who can distinguish right from wrong."

"Also, that Daoist Jing hurriedly looked for the two apprentices of Lord Yunzhong, and he actually asked about the tobacco leaves of Lord Yunzhong. What mystery can tobacco leaves have? I really can't figure it out..."

Ruyi didn't say a word.

When Haijing was talking vigorously, she suddenly felt a coldness on her lips.

——I don't know when, Ru turned to one side, picked up a red sandalwood which represents the month of silence, and put it against his lips, as soon as he opened his mouth to speak again, he immediately stuffed it in.

Haijing immediately shut up, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Ruyi withdrew his hand and lay on his back.

He didn't know the answers to Haijing's many questions.

He has been walking in the world for a long time, because of his little relationship with Fengling Mountain, he often pays more attention to the information about Fengling.

His adoptive father, Duan Rong Jun Chang Bo Ning, was a well-known gentleman of the sword family, so naturally not many people spoke ill of him.Only Ruyi knows that under the gentlemanly demeanor of his adoptive father is the admirable, natural youthful wildness and free and easy spirit.

As for Feng Ruyu...

As long as it is linked to him, there will be no good things.

When others mention him, they always start with "genius in swordsmanship", "saved more than a hundred disciples of the Taoist sect", "truly a hero", followed by "a pity" or "but", and then it is not a good word.

Arrogant with talent, eyes above the top, contemptuous and lazy, unworthy of morality, deceiving the world and stealing fame, just a good master...

Because the adoptive father, Ruyi himself has a prejudice against Feng Rugu, these rumors are nothing, just hear it.

After getting along for just two days, Ruyi still can't say what kind of person Qingfeng Ruyi is.

But there was one thing he was sure of.

There is a reason for Feng Ru's "laziness".

And that reason lies in his bong.

Ruo has a wide range of knowledge and knowledge, and has already smelled that the tobacco leaves used by Feng Rugu are not ordinary tobacco leaves.

In addition to light bamboo leaves and plum blossom borneol, there is another medicine mixed in it.

...yanhusuo.

It is not uncommon to use medicine in smoke, and the smoking lamp used by Feng Rugu is not an ordinary thing, it has been refined with spiritual power, and it can be used to burn medicine to cure diseases, and the effect is very fast, it is considered a good treasure.

However, the problem is that, firstly, this product cannot be used for a long time, and the effect of occasional use is superior, but if it is used for a long time, it will inevitably cause fatigue, lethargy, and lack of energy. Anyone who has some knowledge of medicinal herbs should know how to measure the amount.

Second, the main effect of this medicine is "analgesic".

……

At this time, Feng Rugu and Jing Sanchai opened another small wine table outside the courtyard, drinking in the moonlight.

Feng Ruyu took the bong and began to sip openly.

Seeing this, Jing Sanchai was furious again: "I gave you the bong and Yanhusuo at the beginning because you were seriously injured, and I didn't ask you to use them forever."

Feng Ruyu laughed.

His little fellow Taoist who loves to worry.

Last time, when Jing Sanchai came to send Tianshan lotus in "Still Water Flows Deep", he happened to catch himself smoking bamboo tobacco leaves mixed with corydalis, and asked the reason in a rage. As soon as I gave it back to him, I just teased him a few more words, and then drove him away in anger, so that when I came to look for him in the daytime today, he was still annoyed about it, and he came to ask for the debt as soon as he opened his mouth. big.

He tossed his small silk sac containing tobacco leaves over: "Look, see if there is any corydalis in it."

Jing Sanchai brought it and examined it carefully.

Feng Rugu explained: "The last time you came, there were no tobacco leaves at home, and I had a weak taste in my mouth, so I took the old tobacco leaves for use, and I don't smoke them often."

Jing Sanchai weighed the small bag of normal bamboo tobacco leaves in his hand: "Really?"

"real."

"Didn't lie to me?"

"I won't lie to you."

Jing Sanchai believed it for five minutes, snorted, and threw the bag back to him: "With your mouth, nine out of ten sentences are true, so I thank God."

Feng Ruyou leaned lazily on the back of the stone chair, held a bong, and slowly exhaled bamboo smoke: "I'm not sick, what medicine should I take? Is my brain sick?"

"Your brain is sick."

Feng Ruyuan looked at Jing Sanchai with a smile, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

Among the people he saved, he only accepted gifts from Jing Sanchai, because this was the only person in the world who was sincerely kind to him except his master, brother and sister.

And he had to lie to him, he was really sick in his head.

Feng Rugu put on a chatting posture: "How is Uncle Thirty-four doing recently? Has he come to see you?"

Jing Sanchai waved his hand: "He's fine, alive and kicking. He came to my place last month and took some gold thread back, saying that he wanted to embroider a dragon and phoenix on his corpse."

When Thirty-Four was mentioned, Jing Sanchai inevitably became cynical again: "He clearly has great kindness in Taoism! He is a demon, but so what?! Without his protection, during the 13 years when the demon ruled the world, the three Even if the people in the door are not killed, they have to humiliate and surrender, and be enslaved by the devil! It's just because people of your master's generation have ascended back and forth, and they just do the dirty little things one by one!"

"Uncle Thirty-four does have great kindness and virtue in the three sects, but he doesn't have great virtue in those small Taoist sects." Feng Rugu hit the nail on the head, "Uncle Thirty-four is a world-renowned swordsman and a pure-veined demon cultivator, kill him , there are too many benefits."

Jing Sanchai cursed a curse, and said: "However, you can rest assured now."

Even though he knew that no one could eavesdrop, Jing Sanchai lowered his voice: "He has returned to the way of magic now, and someone is protecting him."

Feng Rugu took a sip of his wine: "Really?"

"Naturally." Jing Sanchai said, "Do you still remember 'Lin Xuejing'?"

Feng Rugu thought: "'Lin Xuejing'... sounds familiar."

Jing Sanchai anxiously said: "How could you forget? It's the demon oiran who took us in in the 'Remnant World'! Back then, he was imprisoned by us, caught in a melee, and his life and death were unknown. I always thought he was dead, but I didn't expect him to create a Unworldly Gate', now he has become a well-known figure in the Demonic Dao."

Feng Ruyuan clapped his hands, as if remembering: "What is he doing now?"

"Lin Xuejing advocates the peaceful coexistence of the demonic way and the righteous way, and takes in those demonic cultivators who are slightly weaker or seriously injured. On the one hand, they are asked not to cause trouble, and on the other hand, they deal with the encirclement and suppression of the Taoist sect and the radicals in the demonic way. At first, 'no Shimen's disciples are few, but they have grown stronger in the past four or five years. Uncle Thirty-four has been reluctant to say his whereabouts before, and it was only this time that he told me that he has worked under Xuejing Lin for more than seven years. You sent Those little demon cultivators, when I find their parents, I also plan to send them to the 'Unworldly Gate'."

After Jing Sanchai said so many words in one breath, she had time to stop for a sip of wine.

After moistening his throat, he was furious again: "The Demon Dao still knows how to clean the interior, but moths are infested inside the Dao Sect, and the juniors are useless. The status of the three sects is so high, why don't you just take care of one?"

Feng Rugu said: "Hey, it can't be compared like this. The devil's way cleans up the internal affairs, that's to destroy and then establish. Daoist affairs, how do you manage? Preaching? Benefits are at the top of the list. Everyone wants to take the opportunity to make the sect bigger, and who can listen to it?" Big reason?"

Jing Sanchai said: "Then kill it. Kill the chicken to scare the monkey!"

"My senior brother's heart is too pure. For a person like him, it would be a waste not to cultivate with peace of mind." Feng Ruzhi propped his cheeks, "My junior sister Yan Jiangnan specializes in killing the scum of the immortal world. I killed a few chickens, but the monkeys are more There are more and more coming. Let’s not talk about it, this Wen Shishan kidnapped the young son of the Demon Dao and traded with the Demon Dao. The evidence is solid. If it were my junior sister, I would definitely cut off the right arm of old man Wen with a sword before speaking, but what is the use of this? Next People will only make things more concealed, and moths will eat deeper. And my junior sister’s boudoir reputation has also suffered greatly, and I have not been able to find a Taoist partner until now. It’s bad, it’s bad, it’s a lose-lose.”

Although Jing Sanchai was angry, she was also provoked by Feng Rugu's strange talk and laughed out loud: "The clever hero Feng, how about you? Why don't you come out and do something? You plan to hide in the 'Still Waters Run Deep' for the rest of your life." No?"

"Don't talk about heroes. Heroes have a time limit." Feng Rugu drank a glass of wine, "Heroes are only at their most glamorous at that time. The fire cooks the oil and the flowers bloom. It is a good book that everyone loves to read."

Jing Sanchai asked, "What about now?"

Feng Ruzhi seems to be talking about things that have nothing to do with him: "The current hero is a rough-edged book that others have read badly and tired of flipping through. If you spit, curse 'boring', 'fake', 'adding oil and vinegar', then Throw it aside."

Jing Sanchai laughed out loud, with a hint of sadness in his smile: "Respect the hero."

Feng Ruyuan's smile was sincere and indifferent: "Respect the hero."

After drinking one cup, Jing Sanchai let out a sigh of relief from the hot liquor, the accumulated drunkenness gradually hit her body, and her mind became dizzy.

When he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, his thoughts suddenly moved: "Have I seen that monk?"

Feng Ruyu: "Which one?"

"That's the one..." Jing Sanchai pointed to the door that she had just closed, "That... the one that looks familiar."

Feng Rugu said: "Young monks are only a little bit big, so be yourself."

Jing Sanchai took the empty wine glass and threw him: "Fuck you! I mean the big one! The big one..."

He muttered: "Platinum monk's robe is from Hanshan Temple...Hanshan Temple... Back then, when you were still lying in bed, did you ask me to go to Hanshan Temple to inquire about a person to see if he was doing well... "

Feng Rugu squeezed his chin, poured down a full glass of wine, and pointedly said: "Brother Jing, you are really drunk, drink two more cups of tea and rinse your mouth, I will help you to sleep."