Everyone owes me a favor

Feng Rugu slept for a total of two and a half hours in three days, thinking about Han Jing's strange state before he went to rest, he was not very at ease, and had several different nightmares in succession.

In the last dream, he dreamed that his little Hongchen came to him, and he was clearly standing in front of him, yelling, yelling, until his voice became hoarse and his body was dry, but he still stood there blankly, looking around. Turn around to find his trace.

Later, Xiao Hongchen couldn't find him, so he went away.

Feng Ruyu wanted to chase, and exhausted all his strength to chase.However, Xiao Hongchen's figure got farther and farther away, but he remained at the same place.

Soon, the world was empty, and only myself stood alone.

When he woke up, he was greeted by a dark blue sky.

The wild sky is low, if there is substance, it will make Feng Ruyuan's chest feel tight.

Feng Ruyuan sat up, without saying a word, first grasped the "yesterday" and "today" placed beside him in his hands, and held them tightly for a moment, before his eyesight and hearing slowly recovered.

……too tired.

He used his spiritual power in a militaristic manner, such an overdraft, three days and three nights of rest may not be able to make up for it.

The result of being hunted down continuously for seven days was that just as Feng Rugu raised his sword, the soreness in his muscles and bones hadn't woken up yet, a sense of fatigue surged up from the bottom of his heart like an undercurrent. up.

But he still supported himself with a pair of swords against the fatigue that pushed him into the mud and the ground.

Feng Rugu wanted to see how Han Jing was doing.

They have an appointment to rest in a certain place, and stay for an hour at most, and never stay longer.

Therefore, when Feng Ruyuan found out that Han Jing had disappeared, it was already half an hour later.

Holding his sword, he grabbed a disciple casually: "Have you seen Senior Brother Han?"

The disciple was already completely numb in the battle, when he saw someone coming to stop him, he instinctively went to hold the hilt of his sword, saw that it was Feng Ruyu, so he put down his sword, and said in a low voice, "No."

Feng Rugu asked a few more people, and the answers he got were similar.

Some people said that when they saw Han Jing going south, they thought he was on an inspection tour, so they didn't take it to heart.

After calling the disciples and counting the number of people, Feng Rugu confirmed that, together with the three people who were left behind and Han Jing, there were a total of ten missing people in the team.

Someone asked: "Did they go back to find someone?"

Hearing this, the bottom immediately became chaotic.

"It's time to wait, why don't you add trouble?"

"That's not what I said. In this critical situation, we can't abandon fellow Taoists. We are different from those selfish and self-respecting demons. This is reason, and it is love!"

"But we can't disperse easily! Han Daojun has emphasized to us many times that we have too many injuries and must not disperse. If we lose our form, we will lose our spirit. In the end, it will be convenient for those demons to defeat us one by one..."

"Did Senior Brother Han go looking for them?"

"The last time I saw Daojun Han, he went south."

"But we escaped from the north..."

Feng Ruyuan stood in front of the arguing people, listening to their conversations one by one.

No one knows what's on his mind.

Han Jing is in charge of all of them, because he acts the safest.

But now, Feng Rugu found that before he left, he broke all the threads, even the bond with himself, as if he had made enough plans to leave and never return.

Feng Ruyuan knew what Han Jing was like.

He found that more than a dozen disciples were missing, and he would not ignore them.

When he went to the rescue, he considered the possibility that he would fall, so it was reasonable to cut off all contact so as not to involve everyone.

But Feng Rugu thought over and over again the two or three sentences that Han Jing had left for him before he left, and was unusually confused.

He vaguely felt that Han Jing's departure was not because of the dozen or so reckless guys who boasted of their talents just because they were praised a few times by several Taoist elders.

Why he had such a premonition, Feng Ruyu couldn't figure it out.

He just felt that his Senior Brother Han might never come back again.

The people below were confused for a while, and finally someone found out that Han Jing cut everyone's wires.

After learning about this, their discussions became quieter, and two or three points of regret arose in their hearts, and even the people who had just talked about "friendship" were all silent.

The feelings of a hero, in the eyes of those who have been hunted down and killed, are already an illusory thing.

They are extremely aware that in a place of tigers and wolves like the "Lost World", if a person is lost, it will be difficult to find them again.

In a silence mixed with anxiety and depression, Feng Ruyuan spoke.

"Let's go. What are you doing in a daze? Waiting for someone to catch up with Bao Yuaner?"

Some disciples were unwilling to give up: "Is it really not waiting for them?"

"I believe Senior Brother Han will definitely bring him back. Before that..."

With a flick of his fingertips, Feng Rugu stretched out several strings, each submerged into the bodies of the disciples present, and said in a loud voice, "Feng Er's fate is the same as that of other princes."

Except for the dozen or so people that Wen Chen secretly ganged up and took away, the rest of the disciples were very convinced of Feng Rugu, and after hearing the words, they mustered up some courage, greeted each other, carried the wounded behind them, and left Feng Rugu standing alone in the original place. Land, amidst the noise, yet feeling like I am alone.

Fortunately, he soon received good news.

Jing Sanchai, who had been in a coma for many days, woke up.

The first thing he asked after waking up was: "How about everyone? Have you escaped?"

Feng Rugu lost his elder brother who was able to tell the truth and pour out bitter water. Now facing Jing Sanchai, who was younger than him, he smiled brightly, holding up the water bag and saying, "They are all here."

Hearing these three words, Jing Sanchai recovered a little bit of energy, took a sip of water, and choked half of it, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Feng Rugu wiped him quickly with the back of his hand, and then quietly wiped away the blood stains on the soil beside him, not to make Jing Sanchai aware of his terrible condition.

Up to now, they have only supported themselves with one breath, and Feng Rugu didn't want Jing Sanchai to let go of this breath.

Jing Sanchai's throat was fishy and sweet, and he forced himself to drink a few sips of water before asking hoarsely, "Where's Senior Brother Han?"

Feng Rugu answered neatly: "Going to explore the way."

Jing Sanchai let out a "huh" and wanted to sit up, but it was in vain for a long time, but she couldn't move at all, and forced herself to distort her face.

Feng Ruyuan laughed, pressed his shoulders, and said: "No matter how good a bowstring is, you should know what the result will be if it is stretched to the end. Rest your bow well and don't worry about other things."

Looking at Feng Rugu's pale face, Jing Sanchai was enough to guess how hard he had spent the past few days trying to survive.

He asked softly: "Then do you know the consequences of stretching to the end?"

"Me?" Feng Ruyuan said with a smile, "Sorry, I, Feng Ruyuan, never know what the end is."

Jing Sanchai gritted her teeth and smiled.

At this point, how could Feng Rugu still be the best in the world?

Feng Rugu still wanted to say a few words to Jing Sanchai, so some disciples called him away.

Jing Sanchai looked at Feng Rugu's back from behind, and suddenly felt that he was like a beauty lamp, his body was like thin paper, and the shadow of the lamp inside was erratic, but he still tried his best to build a beautiful shelf, unwilling to fall down.

He cannot fall because there is no one behind him to rely on.

Thinking of this, Jing Sanchai felt pain in her heart, and she lay powerlessly on the ground, wiping away the hot tears oozing from the corners of her eyes with her shoulders.

Feng Ruyuan led the team away.

Han Jing really looked like the frost on the leaves, and just disappeared out of thin air.

Since the dozen or so people left the team, there has been no news of them.

Feng Rugu led the team, and encountered no less than a dozen vicious battles, big and small, all kinds, and some of them were not even committed by blood disciples under Ding You's command.

Since the Righteous Way and the Demonic Way are incompatible, the Demonic Way can also be at odds with the Righteous Way.

At this time and place, there is no longer any reason and justice to speak of.

Han Jing disappeared for no reason, and Feng Rugu had to bear all the pressure on his own shoulders.

In order to fulfill the promise of the same fate, he never slept again.

Because Feng Ruyu's crazy name had already been registered with Ding You, once he was besieged, all the elites would come to Feng Rugu alone.

Every time he fights out, Feng Rugu's horizontal sword sweeps past him, the grass and trees are all fishy, ​​and his every step is flowing.

During the occasional breaks, he stepped up to set up barriers, checked his disciples' injuries, and occasionally even said a witty word or two to them.

Some disciples really felt sorry for him: "Feng Daojun, you go to sleep, we will guard."

Feng Ruyuan smiled, his eyes widened: "Why, do you feel sorry for me?"

Most of the people present were teenagers in their fifteenth or sixteenth year. How could I admit that I felt sorry for a man of the same sex who was not a year or two older than me? , couldn't help but blushed, faltered, and couldn't say anything nice.

Feng Rugu got the pleasure of teasing people, so he left with a sword and laughed.

Everyone can see that Feng Rugu's appearance is too strange.

He didn't even show the emotion of "tiredness", as if he had turned himself into a lamp, using his life to burn endless light, so as to illuminate a bright way for them in the endless dark road.

Everyone is holding their breath, struggling to survive, and hoping that the people outside will quickly open a door, let the killers come in, and save them from this sinking sea of ​​misery.

Looking forward to the stars and the moon, they made them look forward to an unexpected guest.

One night, Feng Rugu found a secret place, borrowed the secret of Guixu swordsmanship, absorbed enough devilish energy in his body again, and modified the formation.

These days, he deduced this formation day and night with several young monks who are good at formations, and finally deduced and created an original magic formation.

With this formation to paralyze Ding You and others, they may be able to breathe for a day or two.

But Feng Rugu still refused to slack off, patrolling around when the disciples were staggering from exhaustion.

When he patrolled to the east side, he faintly saw a figure rushing from the mountain ridge, and it was actually coming straight at them.

Because he was boiled with essence and blood, his eyes could not see very clearly for a long time, and everything he did was based on his feelings.

Running away for more than a month has long since cultivated a pair of bright eyes in him.

He drew his sword and shouted, "Who?"

All the disciples were well-trained, and when they heard Feng Rugu's move, they drew their swords out of their sheaths and stood ready.

Hearing Feng Rugu's words, the figure let out a groan that seemed to be crying but also laughing: "It's me..."

Someone recognized who that person was before Feng Ruyuan, and hastily withdrew his sword: "Mr. Wen, you are back!"

After seeing each other for more than ten days, Wen Chen became emaciated quickly in an unbelievable manner. The young man from before was completely out of spirits, and his voice was hoarse as if he had swallowed a handful of hot sand: "Why are you leaving? You even choked the silk thread It's broken... Seriously, really don't want us anymore?"

Feng Rugu didn't take the sword away, he stood far away, and stopped other people who were going to help him: "Where is Senior Brother Han?"

Wen Chen was at a loss: "Han Daojun...is not with us..."

Feng Rugu: "... Where are the others?"

When Feng Rugu mentioned other people, Wen Chen grinned, showing that he was about to cry: "I took people all the way there, trying to rescue the three of them, and finally found a ruined temple. I thought they were hiding there, who would have thought that they would have been captured by the demons long ago, there are more than [-] demons ambushing around the ruined temple...I escaped quickly, so...but the others..."

Feng Rugu felt a sudden chill in his heart, and before Wen Chen could tell about his hard work, he asked directly, "How did you find those three people?"

After suffering such hardships, Wen Chen's vigor was greatly reduced, and he let out an "ah" in a daze.

Feng Rugu moved in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, a sword light pointed directly at his throat: "How did you find them?"

When Wen Chen saw Jian Feng, he felt very guilty, and he didn't dare to hide any more, so he stammered and told the truth: "I, I, Fa Xiao... am one of the people who were arrested, and we formed a bond in private. ...he begged me..."

Feng Ruyu couldn't help but draw his scabbard on his face with his backhand.

Wen Chen stumbled and knocked out half of his teeth.

Before Wen Chen woke up from the dizziness, the cold light pressed against his Adam's apple again: "Then did you cut it off?!"

"It's broken, it's broken!" Wen Chen said with pain, "How dare I stay any longer..."

Feng Rugu still stood against him firmly: "We have changed the formation, you shouldn't know we are hiding here. How did you find it?"

Wen Chen took a peek at Feng Rugu, and confessed honestly: "You... I was afraid that you would find out that I was leaving the team and abandon us in a fit of anger, so I secretly buried a silk thread..."

He raised his finger and pointed at Feng Rugu: "On...Jing Daojun's body."

Feng Ruyuan held his breath suddenly, turned his head to look at Jing Sanchai who was sleeping, and felt a throbbing pain in his head.

Wen Chen knew that he would not leave Jing Sanchai behind, so he...

Feng Rugu thought of a certain possibility, turned around in shock, and raised his long sword in the air: "Disciples of all families be careful—"

Wen Chen was feeling guilty when he suddenly heard him yell and trembled.

What happened next broke his heart even more——

The sound of killing all over the mountains suddenly resounded, and the torches were passed on, instantly reflecting this desolate wild mountain into a place that never sleeps.

Mixed with the endless killing sounds, Ding You laughed wildly: "Thank you, little fellow Taoist, for leading us!"

……

Feng Ruyuan forgot everything that happened next.

He tried hard to recall for ten years, but he couldn't figure out how he broke out of the encirclement.

It was supposed to be a very intense and wonderful battle, but Feng Rugu forgot all the details, only remembering piles of people, splashes of blood, oncoming, endless.

Ding You sent someone to follow Wen Chen, the fish that slipped through the net that he specially let go.

He is bound to win, so this time he is out in full force.

A rust-like smell was blowing in the wind, drenching all over his body.

Feng Ruyuan walked against thousands of people, and there was no joy in his heart, only emptiness and sadness.

Just when he thought that the person in front of him would have nothing to kill, Feng Rugu suddenly saw a bright light.

Like a sharp knife, he broke through the encirclement again.

But this time, he was powerless to protect anyone anymore.

Feng Rugu's body was like the wind, he swept into the forest and managed to get rid of the pursuers.

But no one escaped from such a siege except him.

Between the heavens and the earth, he was really the only one left with two swords, counting the few wires on the tip of his heart that had been completely torn apart, he was at a loss.

He stands alone against a tree.

After not resting for so long, Feng Ruyuan had already forgotten that he could still sit down.

The shouting and killing on the other side of the mountain faded away, only the joyful shouts and laughter of the demons remained.

They had planned to arrest this group of trails on the first day, but they spent more than a month in vain and lost hundreds of apprentices, and finally achieved this wish with difficulty.

However, their biggest henchman escaped once again.This is not a good thing, so it must be remedied in time.

After a while, the sound of Ding You echoed in the mountains.

"Feng Rugu, I know you have never gone far. You will not go far!" He was full of air, and his voice shook the wilderness, "Your fellow Taoists, there is no one left, and they all fall into my hands, although some are already powerless. Go back to heaven, but the living people, do you just ignore it like this?"

Feng Ruyuan moved his lips slightly and cursed a few times.

All he needs to do is cut off the thread, and the life and death of those people has nothing to do with him.

At that time, Ding You will no longer be able to find him by pulling the thread.

With his ability, he can find a place to hide at will, and he is not afraid of Ren Dingyou digging the ground in the "Old World".

...Break it, break it.

"That's right, you can walk away! However, if you turn your head and leave, the heads of these hundreds of people will fall to the ground in an instant! This is not your four sects... yes, it is now three sects, you three sects Co-hosting the Eastern Emperor’s Ceremony, but the young elites are all lost here, and you are the only one who returns alive, is your Fengling’s reputation gone?”

Feng Ruyuan leaned his feverish head back on the trunk of the locust tree, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Ding You's voice was full of disgusting determination: "But, if you come back, I won't kill them!"

Feng Ruyu laughed dryly, and murmured: "Cheat ghosts."

The two were separated by several miles, but Ding You seemed to hear his voice: "I know you don't believe it. But do you have another way to go? If you don't return, I will spread the word that you abandon everyone. Fengling's reputation for a hundred years has been lost to you, and these hundred lives have all died because of you!"

Having said that, the mountains and fields are all quiet.

Even though he said it so firmly, Ding You was not completely sure that Feng Rugu would come back for these hopeless people.

In this long, unresponsive silence, he gradually became annoyed. With a wave of his hand, he pulled out a little Taoist priest. Is the thread still there.

The little Taoist priest was fed the miraculous medicine, unable to resist, he could only allow the disciple to infiltrate the demonic energy into his body, and searched wantonly.

Ding You: "What's the matter?"

The bloody man frowned, as if he couldn't believe the results of the inspection.

Ding You became impatient: "Speak!"

The bloody man didn't dare to delay: "Sovereign, the silk thread is not broken. But according to this, the letter is still the same, and it is only a hundred steps away from me..."

Ding You was in a daze when he heard the blood disciple beside him yell in surprise: "Sovereign, look—"

During the long night, a figure slowly stepped out, his white clothes were bloody, his appearance was like a ghost, it was shocking to see.

He stood still not far away, alone, facing thousands of troops far superior to him, like a pedestrian passing by by chance, he asked calmly: "I'll come, won't you kill them?"

Ding You didn't expect Feng Rugu to have such courage, so he was stunned for a while.

He hadn't intended to kill them.

If Feng Ruyuan didn't come, he would kill at most seventy or eighty people, leaving twenty or thirty people with good status as bargaining chips.

At that time, their lives will be of great use.

Ding You looked at it carefully for a moment and said, "Yes, I won't kill them if you capture them without a fight."

During the strong mountain wind, Feng Ruyu didn't say a word.

With a thud, "Yesterday" sank into the ground.

With a click, "Jinzhao" plunged into the rock.

Feng Ruyuan bit off the hairband that was dyed with green blood, and spread it over his shoulders. He wrapped the hairband around his wrists, then raised his head, and waved his hands provocatively at Ding You and the others.

... His power is so powerful, as if the thousands of troops in front of him are his captives.