Everyone owes me a favor

Feng Rugu is Sang Luojiu's master, so naturally he should be a distinguished guest of Feihuamen.

Hua Ruohong, who felt backed up, smiled brightly, stood up after saluting, "When did Yun Zhongjun come, why don't you say hello?"

Feng Ruyuan let go of his right hand, and there was actually a small handful of sunflower seeds wrapped in a handkerchief.

Sitting on a high place, he said while eating melon seeds, "There's no need to greet. But it's just that there was a murder case in Jianchuan. It's not a big deal, is it?"

Yan Wufu, who understood his implication, raised his eyelids, and intentionally glanced at the young fairy.

No matter how dull Hua Ruohong was, he knew it was not a good word, so he didn't respond, and laughed dryly: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

"It's not a misunderstanding." Zhu Mingchao on the side spoke at the right time, with a soft voice, not in a hurry or rash, while clearing the siege, while setting off a trick, "Your Majesty in the Clouds. Human life is at stake. The purpose of the three of us here is still to discuss The murderer is here. The disciple of the Qingshuangmen left Sichuan due to private matters. We asked the Qingshuangmen to quickly recover the disciples, but the Qingshuangmen refused. If we opened this hole and allowed the real suspect to escape, we can't explain it... "

Yan Wufu was really fierce, and he didn't show any restraint in front of Feng Rugu: "It's all nonsense, 'recover quickly'? It's not your own father who dares to die in love."

Hua Ruohong spoke with a lot of confidence: "Strictly in charge, you have taken advantage of this matter, but lost the law, even if you want to let the disciple go out, why don't you speak to Feihuamen and Baishengmen, and keep silent?" So you decide? Where do you put the results of the three schools? Could it be that Qingshuangmen is so powerful in Jianchuan that you can make your own decisions like this?"

Hua Ruohong thought his speech was deafening and well-organized, so he looked at Feng Rugu hopefully, hoping that he could take advantage of the opportunity to say something nice for Feihuamen.

However, to his disappointment, Feng Rugu was skimming melon seeds against the wind, and didn't even look at him.

Feng Rugu's look of watching the fun actually made the three families shut up.

He has no intention of mediating.

If the quarrel continued, he might be able to turn around and make a cup of tea.

What's more, things in Jianchuan are complicated. It's one thing for them to argue, but it's another thing for outsiders to watch.

Zhu Mingchao felt relieved when he found out that he had no intention of taking care of the trifles of the three families.

Since her sister got married, she has been blindly facing Feihuamen, and she seems to regard Baishengmen as the back garden of Feihuamen.Last time, because of her brother-in-law's negligence, she made a big fuss and hid back in Baisheng Gate.

Zhu Mingchao thought that her sister was still the same as before, and thought that she knew the truth of drawing the sword of wisdom to cut off love, so she gave Hua Ruohong a few words for her sister, but unexpectedly, she obediently followed Hua Ruohong back.

In this small matter, Zhu Mingchao was keenly aware that the elder sister chose the former between Feihuamen and Baishengmen.

Therefore, Feihuamen's help is less, which is also good for Baishengmen.

She said gently: "Brother-in-law, it's not too late to take care of Jianchuan's family affairs in the future. Standing here and talking is really neglecting the distinguished guests."

At this time, she switched to her homely address, with a clear meaning: a temporary truce.

Although Hua Ruohong was not reconciled, it was a good thing for him that Feng Rugu had suddenly arrived in Jianchuan.

He put on a smiling face: "Mr. Yunzhong, if you don't mind, please go to the humble house and have a cup of tea."

Feng Rugu nodded slightly: "I'm also thirsty after eating melon seeds."

After all, he didn't care whether Hua Ruohong was embarrassed or not, he stood up and walked back.

Ruyi, Luo Fuchun, Sang Luojiu, and Haijing are behind the bushes.

Sang Luojiu smiled apologetically to everyone: "Our three families... always do this."

Haijing couldn't speak, and only said Amitabha, and raised his hand to touch Sang Luojiu's back to express his comfort.

We have been together for a few days, and we have already developed feelings.

Ruyi also said quietly: "No problem."

Sang Luo said with regret for a long time: "I think the purpose of the ancestor's swordsmanship was not to let the three schools compete with each other, but to hope that the three Taoist boys would each refine the swordsmanship that matches their own characteristics, soaring as soon as possible. I met him in the upper realm. Unexpectedly, the swordsmanship of the three schools has now become the spark."

Luo Fuchun has been in a daze since just now, until Feng Rugu came to his side.

"Fuchun, on the way here, didn't you ask why the man in black worked so hard to throw his body into Jianchuan, which is difficult for outsiders to enter?" Feng Ruyuan raised his hand and patted Luo Fuchun's shoulder, "... That's his reason."

Sometimes, just a nameless corpse can set off a huge storm.

The three families of Yum, Qingshuang, and Feihua only whitewash the superficial peace. In fact, they have been in conflict for a long time, and they are on guard against each other.

Perhaps, they were all waiting for such a storm.

Luo Fuchun was stunned, unable to react for a moment.

Luo Fuchun's growth environment is completely different from that of Sang Luojiu.He was born in a Taoist sect with a clean and upright atmosphere, and he received the education of helping the immortals and saving the world and helping the people since he was a child. The atmosphere in the orthodox mausoleum is also relaxed and extremely friendly. Luo Fuchun has never seen such a kind of face-to-face between Taoist sects. confrontation and criticism.

In just over ten days, he got to know the Taoist sect who secretly hides the magic way, the god who is shaken by all hearts, and the three families who have their own thoughts.

Dead Taoist priests, does anyone really care?

Is today's Taoist sect really so chaotic?

Then his family, Fengling, and other Taoist sects, do they also have shadows that he has never touched?

He opened his mouth and said helplessly to Feng Ruyu: "Master..."

He didn't say what he said next, and he didn't have time to say it.

Feng Ruyuan held his head down and put one hand in his arms.

Luo Fuchun, who was slightly taller than Feng Ruyu, was in a daze, like a big, docile dog, nestled in Feng Ruyuan's arms, and he patted his back soothingly.

When he gradually realized what the master was doing, he heard Feng Ruzhi's voice ringing in his ears, as lazy and careless as ever.

Listening to his voice, he didn't have any anger about this matter, and he even didn't care a little after getting used to it.

Feng Rugu said: "First of all, this kind of thing is not because you are uncomfortable, it does not exist; secondly, this is exactly what the man in black wants you to see. If you feel that what you see in front of you is the whole of the current situation of the Taoist sect..."

He looked down at Luo Fuchun, and smiled softly: "Then look up at me."

Luo Fuchun even forgot to breathe for a moment, staring at Feng Ruzhi foolishly.

Feng Rugu was unrestrained, and lightly tapped his forehead with the back of the finger of his other hand: "Have you recovered? Then go to your junior brother's house for tea."

It wasn't until Feng Ruyuan left with his hands behind his back that Luo Fuchun became excited belatedly.

——Master Master hugged him!

This is the most intimate and gentle time Master has treated him since he started!

He giggled twice, rubbing the back of his head, feeling unspeakable joy in his heart.

Ru glanced at him, said nothing, turned and left.

Haijing chuckled aside.

Luo Fuchun, who was unable to extricate himself from being moved, felt something was wrong, and asked Haijing, "What are you laughing at?"

Haijing didn't dare to lie, and said with a smile, "Just now... Yun Zhongjun wiped your hands on your back."

Sang Luojiu on the side also laughed, and patted the broken melon seeds on Luo Fuchun's back.

Luo Fuchun: "..." He suspected that the ultimate purpose of Feng Rugu's actions was to wipe his hands on him conveniently.

……

Feihuamen entertained Feng Rugu warmly, Hua Ruohong was extremely warm during the banquet, like a butterfly, toasting and serving wine, so disrespectful.

Sang Luojiu watched his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, sitting beside Hua Ruohong, gentle and docile.

An eleven or twelve-year-old child was sitting on the other side of Hua Ruohong, but passed Hua Ruohong, and picked up vegetables for Sang Luojiu as if there was no one else there. He laughed and said "big brother" in a gentle voice, and cast his gaze carefully and cautiously. Full of admiration.

This must be his little brother Shuang'er.

In contrast, Hua Biefeng on the other side had a gloomy face, his eyes were not willing to stay on Sang Luojiu at all, and he drank the full glass of wine in one gulp.

"Junior brother." Luo Fuchun whispered, "Why does your second brother hate you so much?"

Although Sang Luojiu was an illegitimate child, he was also born to the daughter of a good family, with an innocent identity.His second brother was ignorant and hated him when he was young, but now that he sees his eldest brother, why is his face still different from his face and nose?

Even with the method of sound transmission into the secret, Sang Luojiu still did not forget the honorific words: "Brother Hui, Feihuamen inherits the family line by blood, and there is an unwritten rule: only the eldest son is the orthodox person who inherits the mantle of Feihuamen." .”

——In the past, the Feihuamen didn't know about the existence of Sang Luojiu, so Hua Biefeng was naturally the eldest son of the family.

But the arrival of Sang Luojiu turned all this into a mess.

Sang Luojiu is the eldest brother and an illegitimate son. Although he is upright, his position is not upright. How should he be counted?

For a while, even the disciples were discussing whether Hua Biefeng could inherit the Feihuamen or not. The few internal disciples who had played well with him in the past had less relationship with him.

How could Hua Biefeng endure such humiliation, so he made things difficult for Sang Luojiu, and his third younger brother who didn't recognize his own brother, and ended up ruining his own reputation. Even his mother criticized him for being mean and unkind.

The identity of the heir does not exist, and the reputation is also damaged. How can Hua Biefeng not hate this?

Although Luo Fuchun had never heard Sang Luojiu talk about family matters, based on what he saw today and what Sang Luojiu said, he could guess how difficult it was for him to live at home. He took Sang Luojiu's hand and shook it hard.

Sang Luojiu was taken aback by the grip, and gave his stupid senior brother a little look, and the look was really soft for a moment.

On the other side, Hua Ruohong was already drinking heavily, and asked eagerly: "The dog is a disciple of Lord Yunzhong, has he not caused any trouble for Lord Yunzhong?"

Feng Ruyu commented flatly: "Luo Jiu is a good boy."

Hua Ruohong was still waiting for more compliments, but Feng Rugu only said this one sentence, and diverted the topic elsewhere: "Is the body of the little Taoist priest still in Jianchuan?"

Hua Ruohong was a little disappointed, he didn't want to talk about a dead person in front of a table of jade plates and delicacies, but when Feng Ruzhi asked this question, he could only answer truthfully: "That fellow Taoist is a disciple of Xia Fei's sect, and he was wearing Xia Fei's clothes. The clothes of the disciples of the sect. After we found out, we immediately wrote, and the master of the Xiafei sect came in person and took the body back for burial."

"When was the body found? Who found it?"

"It was more than a month ago. I am ashamed to say that it was discovered by two disciples of Feihuamen. They were still young and unstable. They skipped their morning class and went to the back mountain to play and catch birds. They found it in the depression. Corpse. The head of the corpse is headed south and its feet are north. The throat was cut off with a knife... I have already said these things when the master of the Xiafei Sect came. , you can ask after dinner."

Feng Ruyuan nodded in response, and asked again, "When was Sichuan sealed off?"

Hua Ruohong replied: "After discovering the body, we immediately sealed off the Sichuan and counted the disciples of each family to see if there are any omissions. If anyone is not in the Sichuan, then it is a serious suspect."

Feng Rugu asked: "Isn't it too arbitrary?"

Hua Ruohong replied: "Mr. Yunzhong, Jianchuan is located in a dangerous place. It is extremely difficult for lower-level disciples to go out of the river. The upper-level disciples have to take a token and explain their whereabouts before they can go out. So there are few disciples in Chuchuan. It is not an exaggeration for the disciple who disappeared for no reason at this time to say 'the suspicion is serious'."

Feng Rugu let out a sigh of relief: "As a result, there are not a few disciples missing."

"This is the strangest thing." Hua Ruohong nodded and said, "In order to protect each family's shortcomings, the three of us exchanged rosters and counted each other. He didn't leave, or the disciples in Sichuan colluded with the murderer and thought of some trick to bring the corpse into Sichuan!"

Ruyi pondered: "Therefore, Qingshuangmen..."

"This holy monk is on the right track." Hua Ruohong was faintly excited, "The day before the discovery of the body was the birthday of the head of Qingshuang Sect, and several of his fellow Taoists gave him some gifts. Come on, who knows if that disciple's body is hidden in those gift boxes?"

Ru responded indifferently to the title of "Holy Monk": "Impossible."

Hua Ruohong choked, feeling as if he was being flattered on a horse's hoof.

"The blood on the rock was caused by cutting his throat." Ru Yi said, "He was killed in the mountain depression. He was not transported after being killed."

Mrs. Zhu, who was accompanying her, said at this moment: "Not necessarily. As long as you are careful enough, the scene of the murder can be arranged."

Among the people present today, it is obvious who is the most careful.

Feng Rugu asked directly: "Who is Madam referring to?"

Madam Zhu did not want to make it clear, whether it was because she was not confident in her own judgment, or because she deliberately aroused Feng Ruyu's curiosity: "When I arrived this morning, Mr. Yunzhong only took a look at the corpse from a distance, but did not take a closer look; Take a closer look and you'll know what I'm talking about."

This meal made Hua Ruohong very upset.

Feng Rugu didn't intend to protect anyone at all, and the monk next to him was the same as him.

...One or two are not easy to get along with.

Hua Ruohong let out a breath silently, and stayed with Sang Luojiu after the meal, saying that he hadn't seen him for a long time, and wanted to talk about the relationship between father and son.

This is human nature, Feng Rugu naturally has no reason to refuse.

After bidding farewell to the main hall, Feng Rugu said that He Ruyi would go to investigate the place where the young Taoist priest's body lay, and asked Luo Fuchun and Hai Jing to go back and tidy up the guest room first.

Luo Fuchun agreed, and after bidding farewell to Haijing at the moon gate in the backyard, Sang Luojiu's voice suddenly sounded in his head: "My son is doing well in Fengling Mountain, and my father is worried."

Luo Fuchun was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that the sound transmission technique between the two has never been solved.

This technique of sound transmission was used on Sang Luojiu because he felt it was impolite to whisper to each other at a banquet. This technique can only be solved by the caster, and the connection is extremely subtle. You know, this technique has not been disconnected.

Luo Fuchun didn't want to eavesdrop on other people's parent-child conversations.

He was about to cut off the spiritual power, when he heard Sang Luojiu say: "Father, I don't understand what you are saying."

Luo Fuchun felt that something was wrong, so he injected some extra spiritual power, just in time to hear Hua Ruohong deliberately lowered his voice: "Don't pretend to be stupid, what I'm talking about is the sword art of Guixu swordsmanship, have you got it? "

Luo Fuchun felt cold all over, his hair stood on end.

At this time, his body and mind were thousands of times colder than when he put his hand into the "submerged water".