Everyone owes me a favor

Feng Rugu took off the silver hairpin from the door panel, and changed his words in a polite manner: "It's not Feng Rugu, it's not Feng Rugu, it's your elder brother from the Feng family who came to see you."

This remark made a hornet's nest even more, and the whole courtyard suddenly heard the sound of rattling machine springs, even the ground, wall tiles, and weeping willows in the courtyard fluctuated up and down.

The entire courtyard seemed to be a huge monster that was alive and angry.

Faced with such a strange scene, Feng Rugu was not in a hurry, he threw the note and said loudly: "This time I asked for something, and I came here with a reward."

The shaking stops momentarily.

A figure flitted across the beams, with light toes and no sound when stepping on tiles, and immediately sat down on the screen painted with peonies, looking down at Feng Rugu.

Haijing first heard Luo Fuchun mention this person, then saw the scrawled note he threw, and heard the sound of machines turning all over the courtyard, he knew that this person was a master of Luban's art, and there was an image in his mind, feeling This must be a rough and strong man.

Uncle Rulun, who is the research and protection institution of the Hanshan Temple technical secondary school, is a great monk with a whole body of flesh.

Hai Jing's preconceptions were all shattered when he saw the face of the visitor.

The person who came was a handsome and thin Taoist priest, with black hair and cloud crown, pale complexion, two silver hairpins were used to tie up the hair, which looked a little loose, a dense silver earring was worn on the left ear, and a book about a finger thick was held in the left hand. book, right hand holding a pen.

Jing Sanchai didn't even look at the others, she just turned to Feng Rugu, and when she opened her mouth, she said in a gentle voice, "Let me see what kind of reward it is."

Feng Rugu pointed to the four little carrot heads behind him who were staring blankly at him.

Jing Sanchai looked at the four of them one by one, and said uninterestedly: "I don't kill demon cultivators whose cultivation base is not enough to hurt people. The magic pills I dug can't be sold for much money."

The four little demon cultivators never thought that they would enter the wolf's den after leaving the tiger's lair, and they were so frightened that the two trembled.

Feng Ruyu lazily said: "Hey. I didn't say that these four people are paid. They are my 'consultation'."

Jing Sanchai put the ink and pen in the notebook, folded his hands together, and spread out his hands: "Give me the reward first."

Feng Rugu: "Why haven't I seen you for a few months, and I'm getting more and more preoccupied."

Jing Sanchai said coldly, "I don't treat others like this."

Feng Rugu said happily, "Sanchai really has me in her heart."

Jing Sanchai was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and asked for a reward.

With an expression of "I can't do anything with you", Feng Ruyuan spread his palms.

... In the palm of his hand is the silver hairpin that belongs to Jing Sanchai.

Jing Sanchai was furious, and stretched out his hand to snatch it, but Feng Ruyu moved the silver hairpin with one hand, grabbed the wrist with the other, and pulled down the screen wall.

Jing Sanchai almost fell into Feng Rugu's arms and yelled angrily, "Feng Rugu, what are you doing here for?"

Feng Rugu said boldly, "It's beautiful."

Jing Sanchai: "..."

When Jing Sanchai was speechless because of Feng Rugu's shamelessness, Feng Rugu said again: "Brother Jing, you are still angry at being a brother."

Jing Sanchai spat at him: "Go away, who will call you brother and brother?"

The two pushed and shoved like this, and went all the way to the inner courtyard.

Luo Fuchun turned to Hai Jing who was stunned: "Look, the relationship between Master and him is really not bad."

Ru Yi who was standing next to him thought, Yun Zhongjun really knows the world well, and he never sticks to etiquette, maybe in normal times, he also fights with his adoptive father Chang Boning like this.

Thinking about it this way, Ruyi tightened his grip on the red sandalwood in his mouth, but there was some unexplainable sour taste on the tip of his tongue.

Several people followed the two people in front of them into the hall and sat down.

Along the way, everyone finally understood what the reason for the dispute between the two was.

... Fengling Yunzhongjun seems to be in debt to others.

Jing Sanchai flipped open the thread-bound booklet, flipping it half way through: "Let's not mention the ones ahead, but return the three Tianshan lotus that I owed me last time."

Feng Rugu took his account book, looked at the words on it, then looked at him, and clicked his tongue.

... Not to mention his temperament, even his handwriting is similar to his master's, and there is a sense of culture in the illiterate who was forced to practice calligraphy.

Feng Ruyuan closed the account book for him: "Why don't you worry about these small things."

Jing Sanchai was furious, and poured wine while scolding: "Since you think it's a trivial matter, it's worth it. You saved so many disciples in the 'Remaining World' back then, and the gifts they gave each year were enough to pile up ten 'still water streams'. deep'."

Feng Rugu said: "They send it back, but I don't want it."

Jing Sanchai nodded: "No wonder you have saved so many people, and your reputation is still so bad."

Feng Ruyu was puzzled: "I don't want to repay favors, and I'm obviously a virtue, so how can I criticize bad things?"

"It's not enough for you to ask people to pay back their favors." Jing Sanchai said, "Don't tell me you don't understand the principle of 'benefits turn into enemies'."

"I understand the truth." Feng Rugu said, "But this business, are you going to do it or not?"

Jing Sanchai took a step back: "How?"

Feng Rugu pointed at the four little demon cultivators: "Let the four of them stay with you, and just take care of three meals a day."

Jing Sanchai spread her hands: "Remuneration."

Feng Ruzhi blinked, "We are all Taoist disciples, and our master has a very close friendship..."

"Shut up." Jing Sanchai yelled, "If you mention that person again, don't even think about going to the door again."

Feng Rugu shut his mouth obediently, drank the wine, his cheeks flushed three-pointed, and looked even more radiant, and moved closer to him, looking like he was about to say something.

"Beauty is useless." Jing Sanchai saw his intention, and said ruthlessly, "I'm not your apprentice."

Luo Fuchun: "..."

Finally, Feng Rugu looked helpless, sighed, and reluctantly handed over the pair of silver hairpins to him.

Jing Sanchai stared at the silver hairpin for a while, but was finally discouraged, and slipped it back into her hair, thinking that the next time he came to the door, she would definitely shoot him with arrows: "Just keep it alive and make sure it's alive. "

Feng Ruyu: "Well, if you live, you will succeed."

The four little demon cultivators were horrified when they heard the words, but Ruyi was clear in his heart, knowing the weight of this promise.

In this world that prides itself on killing demons, how difficult it is to raise four descendants of demons and ensure that they will not die.

Feng Rugu took another sip of wine: "By the way, there is one more thing. These four little demons are not careless, they still have parents, maybe they are..."

He turned his head and asked the little demon cultivators: "When was the last time your parents saw you?"

The leader Xiao Moxiu whispered: "Every time they come, the sect master will ask us to stand on a boulder in the southeast corner of the mountain, and ask our parents to take a look at us. The last time we went to the boulder was January half ago."

Feng Ruyuan nodded, and turned his head back: "Then trouble you, after a month and a half, stay in the small town at the foot of Wenshi Mountain for a period of time, stop a group of Moxiu who look tired, and tell them that the child is with you. Let them go, let them take you away; if you think it is safer here, you can continue to raise it with you."

Jing Sanchai was too angry to speak: "...you..."

Feng Rugu pointed to the silver hairpin on his head: "By the way, these two things are actually counted as one thing. I have already paid for it, so you can't ask me any more."

Jing Sanchai said loudly, "Go to hell!"

"I'm sorry, I have a long life for a thousand years."

"Thousands of years are bastards."

"I didn't say it at the beginning, but I hope to die in the same year and the same month. I am you too."

After finishing speaking, the two actually clinked glasses and drank each other. It was a wonderful friendship.

After the three rounds of drinking, it was getting late.

It took them half a day to rush, and another half an hour to find out here. Now that it was getting late, it seemed that they would spend the night here tonight.

Jing Sanchai planned to point to a few rooms at random, so that they could sleep peacefully.

When he noticed Ruyi and Haijing, he was surprised: "Where did the bald donkey come from?"

Ruyi: "..."

Haijing: "..."

Holding his wine glass, Feng Rugu smiled drunkenly and said, "Don't be as knowledgeable as him, his eyesight has always been bad, and he can only see the person he cares about, which is me."

"Shut up, Cyclops. I made your crystal mirror for you." Jing Sanchai turned to ask Li Yi, who seemed to have higher qualifications, "I can live anywhere?"

Like a nod.

Seeing that he was silent, Jing Sanchai wondered, "Mute?"

Hai Jing thought, why this mouth was beaten by his master, then thought again, the master and apprentice had the same temperament, just thinking about the scene of them getting along, he felt a headache.

Ruyi is cold-tempered, doesn't care too much, and just points to the "Zhiyu" sign hanging on his waist.

Jing Sanchai left the Taoist gate, walked for a long time in the secular world, and had a broad view, and knew what it was, so she nodded slightly, and ignored them, and continued to drink with Feng Ruyu, drinking until the moon went up to the west building, and then she closed the door and came out.

He randomly opened the door of a side room, and when he found out that it was the four little demon cultivators, he closed the door.

He opened the door again and found that it was Ruyi and Haijing, two bald donkeys, he apologized and closed the door again.

After breaking through the door twice, he found Sang Luojiu and Luo Fuchun in the room next to Ruyi and Haijing.

Luo Fuchun had just finished bathing, his upper body was bare, showing thin and beautiful honey-colored muscles; and Sang Luojiu, who had finished washing early, was looking down at a book of "Luban Jing", dripping water from his hair, seeing him break into the door, Can not help but both surprised.

Although Jing Sanchai is familiar with Feng Rugu, he and his two apprentices are just nodding acquaintances, whenever he goes to "Still Waters Run Deep", he always talks with his master behind closed doors, so Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu only feel a little embarrassed.

Luo Fuchun put on his coat, opened his mouth and asked: "But what's wrong with Master?"

Master has always been good at making troubles, Luo Fuchun suspected that Master had smashed something again, causing people to come to claim compensation.

"Your master, I got drunk and threw me on the bed." Jing Sanchai opened his mouth and said, "I'm here to find you."

Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu looked at each other, puzzled.

Jing Sanchai asked, "Does your master still smoke?"

This question was asked extremely abruptly, and he is not a member of the Taoist sect, Luo Sang and the others don't need to respect him, but he is a good friend of Feng Ru, so it is another matter.

Sang Luo replied for a long time: "Yes."

"Bamboo tobacco leaves?"

"……Yes."

"Where are the tobacco leaves?"

"The tobacco leaves are kept close to the master."

"Mother." Jing Sanchai uttered a foul word in his soft scholarly accent, "I know he didn't say a word of truth."

After asking this inexplicable question, he was about to leave, Luo Fuchun thought about it a few times, and stopped him: "Well, Senior Jing..."

Jing Sanchai had a ghostly expression on his face: "I am twenty-seven this year, and I am only a few years older than you. What kind of senior do you call me?"

Luo Fuchun was momentarily at a loss for words: "I..."

Jing Sanchai didn't bother to argue with him: "What's the matter?"

At this time, Haijing's curiosity flared up, she went out to drink water under the pretext, and eavesdropped at the door.

Not long after, Ruyi came out and caught him.

He was about to take this young monk back to be punished, when he heard chattering voices from the next room.

"Dare to ask senior, when you first met those four demon cultivators, you said you wanted to dig up their magic pills and sell them..." Luo Fuchun mustered up his courage, "Who are you planning to sell to?"

Jing Sanchai raised her eyebrows, and said generously: "It is sold to the devil. When they practice, they need to use mature magic pills, which are beneficial to their cultivation. So you can rest assured that the four little devils are not enough. I will not touch them; their parents are the ones responsible for the matter entrusted to me, and I will not touch them either."

Luo Fuchun had already thought of this key point, but hearing Jing Sanchai admit it so happily, he couldn't help being stunned: "You and Moxiu... also do business?!"

"I left Ying Tianchuan, took off the Taoist clothes, and started doing business for the people of the world. If you ask me to eliminate demons, I will go, and if you ask me to protect demons, I will go too." Jing Sanchai said to himself, "My token is Sanchai, and Yichai warns me." , Two hairpins protect life, three hairpins claim life. As long as I give enough taels of silver in my mind, I will do things for others.

Sang Luojiu thought to himself, no wonder Master would travel thousands of miles to Jiangling with these four demon cultivators for help.

But Luo Fuchun felt chills all over his body when he heard it: "What if one day, someone pays you to kill Master?"

Jing Sanchai didn't blink her eyes: "That depends on whether the money is enough."

Sang Luojiu stretched out his hand to pull Luo Fuchun, motioning him to say a few words less, but Luo Fuchun's youthful spirit couldn't be suppressed at all, and he opened his mouth and scolded: "You are from the Daoist sect, how can you do things for the Devil Dao like you? Isn’t it ruining the reputation of Dao Sect?! Master and you are still good friends. Back then, Master saved the people of Dao Sect from the hands of Demon Dao. What a hero, if what you did here spreads out, it will bring Master’s reputation..."

"...Hero?" Jing Sanchai repeated Luo Fuchun's evaluation in disbelief, "Hero!!"

He laughed loudly: "Up to now, there are still people in the Taoist sect who truly believe that he is a hero!"

Luo Fuchun was surprised and suspicious: "What do you mean?"

Jing Sanchai folded her hands in front of her bosom, and said surprisingly: "Ten years ago, I was also in the 'Lost World'."

This statement shocked Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu.

He knew that there was a legend in the Daoist sect that after Feng Rugu and the Daoist sect fell into the "Old World", after evading the first round of attacks, he disguised himself as a demon cultivator and chose a place to hide in the "Old World".

Rumor has it that they hid in the brothel and escaped the search.It's just that these monks feel ashamed and refuse to speak out. Otherwise, could Feng Rugu really have the ability to single-handedly fight against the demonic cultivators all over the world for nearly three months, and still escape unscathed?

Therefore, in the mouth of the rumors, Yun Zhongjun's so-called "hero" is nothing more than a false name.

...Could it be that the rumors are true?

Jing Sanchai took advantage of the drunkenness and sat down in the room: "A cultivator whose cultivation base has just touched the edge of the Nascent Soul stage, how can he have the ability to resist the evil cultivator for eighty-nine days? So it must be possible to survive It was opportunistic, wasn't it?"

Sang Luojiu and Luo Fuchun were both silent.

"...I've heard enough of this kind of discussion." Jing Sanchai said, "I didn't expect that there are still people who sincerely respect him in the Taoist sect."

Luo Fuchun was confused: "Master has saved so many people and gave gifts every year, how can it be said that he has no sincere respect..."

Jing Sanchai broke it down with one word: "That's not some shit worship. It's just that they are afraid of him."

……Afraid?

Ruyi led Haijing back to the wing room, but did not close the door.

In the final analysis, the Taoist "Leaving World" incident ten years ago was inextricably related to Ruyi, so he wanted to know the hidden story.

Hearing the voice in the wind, Ruyi frowned slightly:

He remembered that Feng Rugu also said that Wen Chen was afraid of him.

Why?

"Yes, he really failed to protect everyone for three months. His Return to the Ruins swordsmanship only protected everyone for thirty days at most, and everyone was captured by the mastermind behind the scenes."

Speaking of this, Jing Sanchai's voice was a little sad: "Do you know how we survived the remaining 50 days?"

When the atmosphere was just right and Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu were concentrating on it, the room suddenly went dark, and someone blocked the moonlight outside the door.

Feng Rugu leaned against the door with one arm, covered in silver light, and smiled brilliantly.

After he was drunk, he seemed to have the voice of a teenager ten years ago: "You said it was drinking, why did you leave me alone and come here?"