Everyone owes me a favor

Looking at him, Feng Rugu thought of what happened a long time ago.

At that time, You Hongchen was 13 years old and was by his side every day.

Feng Rugu dressed him up as a noble and beautiful young gentleman, and was quite proud of him.

Walking on the street, there will be boudoir girls in teahouses throwing flowers on You Hongchen, and every time he looks up, he can't see the face of the flower-throwing girl.

You Hongchen held the flower in his hand, carefully trimmed the branches and leaves, and after walking for a while, put the flower button on Feng Rugu's chest.

Feng Ruyu was curious: "Don't you like this flower?"

You Hongchen: "I like it."

Feng Ruyuan was at a loss: "I like you, why don't you take care of it?"

You Hongchen was also at a loss: "I only want to give it to my adoptive father if I like it."

After the two sides were confused for a while, Feng Rugu thought it was his duty to teach his adopted son to understand human nature: "The next time you receive flowers, go to the teahouse and have a chat with the person who gave them. This is etiquette."

You Hongchen: "I was walking on the road, and she threw flowers at me, which is very rude."

Feng Ruyu: "..."

Fortunately, You Hongchen understood it quickly, and took off the little flower on Feng Ruyu's chest: "Father, I understand."

Next time, he will pick flowers for his adoptive father himself.

Feng Rugu was very pleased: children can be taught.

Having said that, Feng Ruyu was still a little worried.

His little Hongchen lived in that peaceful and twisted cage for nine years. At such a young age, he forced himself to live like an ancient well without waves, as if there was nothing that would make him particularly happy.

Feng Rugu was still young at the time, and always felt that when people are happy, they should express their emotions. Anyway, they shouldn't be like You Hongchen, who can say whether they like it or not depends on their mouths, whether it's brocade clothes, food, swordsmanship, or beauties. Not very eager, it is time to practice Zen.

Feng Ruyu couldn't bear it any longer, so he asked him, "Little Hongchen, are you unhappy?"

His little Hongchen replied with a confused face: "No, foster father, I am very happy every day."

Feng Rugu: "..." Alas, that's the case again.

He began to try his best to dig out You Hongchen's hobbies, telling him that if he liked something, he would tell himself that even if it was Kunlun snow or Taishan cloud, he would pick it for him.

You Hongchen agreed with all his mouth and refused to change.

Feng Rugu was heartbroken for his carefree little adoptive son, and a few traces of melancholy suddenly appeared in his carefree heart. One day after he was drunk, he simply put his arms around his neck and forced his arms around his neck. Force him to name one thing he likes.

You Hongchen was so entangled by him that he couldn't help it, so he casually pointed to the silver bell bag worn by a passer-by.

He had thought very well at first, when Feng Ruzhi saw this thing, he might search all over the street, and when he was drunk and tired from shopping, he could take him back to have a rest.

Unexpectedly, without saying a word, Feng Rugu got up and stopped the passerby, explaining his purpose.

Unexpectedly, the passer-by was also stubborn and refused: "My daughter made it for me and gave it to me. I won't sell it."

Without further ado, Feng Rugu took off a piece of jade pendant from his waist, which was known to be priceless at a glance: "Let's exchange it."

Passerby: "..."

You Hongchen: "..."

Feng Rugu pointed to You Hongchen who was expressionless behind him with red ears and red ears: "My son likes this."

Passers-by looked at the "son" behind him who was about the same height as him, frowned, and understood: "Have you drank too much?"

You Hongchen couldn't stand it anymore.

Knowing that it was his adoptive father who bothered them for no reason, he hurriedly snatched away his adoptive father's jade pendant, said "excuse me" to passers-by, and whispered an "offend" to his adoptive father, then turned sideways and carried the drunk boy on his back. on himself.

You Hongchen was suppressed by the low ancestral hall, and had been the grass under the eaves for many years. After seeing the sun when he was nine years old, he quickly jointed and grew, like a bamboo, and jumped up year after year.

At 13 years old, his stature is almost the same as that of Feng Ruyu.

Back at the inn where the two stayed, You Hongchen fetched hot water, soaked the towel, wiped Feng Ruyu's cheeks and palms, poured tea to soothe the wine, and then put his knees on the ground, tied the jade pendant back around his waist for Feng Ruyu .

The drunken Feng Ruzhi looked down at You Hongchen's beautiful hair, rarely depressed: "It's hard for you to like something..."

You Hongchen concentrated on fastening the jade pendant, stroked the tassel at the end, raised his head and said, "Father, don't be sad. That's not what Hongchen really wants."

Feng Rugu was so drunk that he wanted to fall on the couch, muttering: "Then what do you want to be happy?"

While helping him remove his clothes, You Hongchen said, "Father, I'm really happy. What I want...is already by my side."

Feng Rugu: "Huh?"

You Hongchen pursed his lips, and confessed his thoughts to his adoptive father unskillfully: "You Hongchen's wish is only to be with his adoptive father. Since it has already been fulfilled, he doesn't want anything else."

Feng Ruyuan pinched the red mole on his earlobe, and shook it with a smile: "What's the matter, isn't it very simple?"

You Hongchen's ear was pinched like before and he didn't let go. For some reason, he felt a little hot for a while: "... foster father?"

"Shh." Feng Ruzhi raised his finger to his lips and said frantically, "I'm your earring now."

……

Having lost her promise for many years, the little ear pinched You Hongchen's earlobe again as usual, and gently twitched: "Okay, when do you want to hug him?"

Ruyi said softly: "Hold me until my adoptive father doesn't need me."

Feng Rugu's heart suddenly softened, and his emotions surged for a while. In addition, the first trial, although the ending was embarrassing, but the process was not bad. If you can't bear it, then I will let you tonight..."

Ruyi: "..."

He got up suddenly, separated from Feng Rugu, and began to reason: "Father, you can't."

Feng Ruyu: "..."

Ruyi: "Master uncle said, you need to be restrained in everything. It happened once three days ago, and the next time must be half a month later, otherwise excessive indulgence will not be good for foster father's health."

Feng Ruyuan propped up his side face, and teased the serious adoptive son: "Aren't you tired if you endure like this?"

Ru Yi turned to the beginning, and said with a cold face: "Father is joking. I can't bear it."

Feng Rugu didn't mind his refusal, and extended an invitation to him with a smile on his face: "I'm done with my work, do you want to go out to enjoy the moon?"

There is a large swamp in the shade of Chaoge Mountain, called "Guilaojing" or "Guilaoze".

A flat boat made ripples, and Feng Rugu sat alone on the bow of the boat, stepping barefoot on the slightly raised side of the boat, with his chest open and his arms open, toasting.

The small boat was a little narrow, Feng Rugu moved back, leaned on Ruyi, held up the jug and asked the people behind him, "Drink?"

Ru Yi hummed, and opened his mouth to hold the spout of the wine pot, which was still slightly dripping with water, and any line of clear liquid fell into his throat.

From the eyes of others, this scene looks like a demon, a demon monk, doing this charming and indulgent thing in public, which is very harmonious.

Staying over his shoulder, Ruyi smelled the faint aroma of wine from the corner of his lips, immediately looked away and held his breath slightly.

Feng Rugu sensed his faint heartbeat, imagining how restrained he was so close to him, and suddenly had some bad thoughts, wanting to see the calm look on his face shattered.

So he grabbed hold of the left side of the ship, and with the strength of his waist, he shook it vigorously.

The boat shook violently from side to side immediately.

Ruyi sat on the side of the boat and was born in a deep mountain without water, so he was extremely careful when taking the boat.

As soon as the boat swayed, he quickly reached out and grabbed the side of the boat, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Feng Ruzhi who was turning around with a smile on his mouth, and he remembered that his adoptive father always liked such nonsense.

Tonight, it was inappropriate for me to refuse my adoptive father's courtship. If I didn't play with him again, my adoptive father might be sad.

After making a decision in his heart for a moment, Ruyi sighed secretly, let go of his hand, turned over and fell into the water.

Water splashes everywhere.

Feng Rugu just wanted to play around with Ruyi, who would have thought that he would really fall into the water, his heart tightened, and he immediately bent down to grab his clothes.

Fortunately, the water was not very deep, and after a couple of struggles, Ruo stood firm, and before he could raise his hand to wipe the water droplets on his face, Feng Ruzhi pulled him closer again, and looked at him head-on, with the tip of his nose almost touching his face. One place.

Water splashed on Feng Ruyuan's ankles, which shone brightly under the moonlight, making the ankle bones even more round.

Sensing the changes in her body again, she gritted her teeth one by one, wishing to sink herself into the water.

Sensing the crimson color on his cold face and the tense muscles on his side, Feng Ruzhi squinted his eyes, and pointedly with a smile: "...No, it's not good for my health, is it?"

Ruyi: "..."

He was in a dilemma, suddenly Feng Ruyuan leaned down, and his lips lightly enfolded his lips, and touched them a few times.

Amidst the shimmering water-colored light and shadow, Feng Ruyuan's blue pupils were exceptionally bright, and his eyelashes were also stained with a thin, misty blue.

There was a low smile in his voice: "...Come on. Come up."

Being provoked by this one after another, Ruyi bit her lip fiercely, couldn't bear it anymore, turned over into the cabin, and sailed into the harbor.

When the boat moved, the clear waves rippled.

Under the bright moonlight, Ruyi grabbed his ankles, put his feet on his shoulders, gently scratched Feng Rugu's body with his fingertips, wrote his name with each stroke, and made a painless tattoo for him.

Feng Ruyuan has a red lotus on his body, and the part where the lotus is counted is the most unbearable to touch.

The rain sways and the wind shakes the gold stamens to pieces, and the fragrant houses are green on the branches of the acacia.

Every time it is touched, the red lotus will feel like a breeze, and the petals, stems and leaves will tremble.

Feng Rugu was angry and amused, grabbed his shoulder and complained: "Youzi strokes, um... too many..."

Ruyi said softly: "This is the name given by the adoptive father. Doesn't the adoptive father like it?"

Feng Rugu had drunk two meals of wine today, his body became weak, and his upper body fell back into the cabin again, causing the boat to swing back and forth twice again in shock.

Lying on his back in the slightly cramped cabin, he laughed muffledly: "I like it." He liked it to death.

To appease Feng Rugu, Ruyi tilted his head and kissed his ankle, then leaned down and lightly touched Feng Rugu's left ear twice.

Feng Rugu felt something was wrong: "What are you doing?"

Ruyi didn't hide anything, and took out a little flash of spiritual light from behind Feng Ruyuan's ear, and threw it into the air.

A bit of spiritual light gradually unfolded and turned into a complete picture floating in the air. All kinds of things on it fell into Feng Rugu's eyes without reservation.

The scene recorded above made Feng Rugu, who was as thick-skinned as a city wall, couldn't help but feel his cheeks heat up: "...my 'consonance'?"

The master of the Unworldly Sect naturally wants to set up a "consonance" on his body.

And what was recorded in that picture was the beautiful spring scenery of the two at night three days ago.

... It can be said to be impressive.

For example, when facing the adoptive father, he always said everything he knew, and said endlessly: "I'm learning."

After understanding what he meant, Feng Ruzhi reached out and grabbed his drenched front.

At this point, Ruyi's clothes are still tightly buttoned, clinging to the skin, which has a different kind of seductive meaning.

Feng Ruyuan gritted his teeth and said with a laugh: "...When did you become so diligent?"

"Hongchen knows that he is clumsy in this matter, so he can only make up for it with diligence."

Ru Yi recalled that scene, and searched for the hinterland according to his memory: "... For example, if you come across this place, your adoptive father will be very happy."

Feng Ruyu suddenly let out an unbearable sob.

At the same time, there was a similar whimper in "Consonance".

The two voices overlapped in one place, combined with the sound of tens of thousands of hectares of lotus leaves shaking in the wind, it added several times the style out of thin air.

……

Sang Luojiu held a stack of official documents and walked to the door of Yu Sheng Hall. After knocking on the door, he waited for a while, but when there was no reply, he turned around and said humanely behind him: "The master of the door may have already rested."

The one who held the scroll for him was one of the four little demons they rescued at Wenshi Gate, named Zhang Lingdao.

Sang Luojiu entered the Unworldly Sect for the first time, and there was no caring person around him who could call him, and he had saved lives for the four little devils. After discussion and selection, Yan Shuang and Zhang Lingdao became his bodyguards. Study ink for him and practice with him.

Sang Luojiu was gentle and courteous to others, Zhang Lingdao admired him very much, and praised him eagerly: "You have been busy with the family affairs as soon as you came back, it is really hard work."

"It's okay, it's just a matter of duty." Sang Luojiu turned around, walked back, and planned to go to Huazhang Hall before going to bed, and fetch some documents.

To go to Huazhangtang, you have to pass Guilaoze in the mountains, and the journey is a bit long.

Sang Luojiu greeted Zhang Lingdao: "I asked you to come with me in the middle of the night, I'm sorry."

Zhang Lingdao was flattered: "No, you are too polite, Sang...Hall Master Hua."

Sang Luojiu smiled: "Not used to my real name?"

Zhang Lingdao was not very embarrassed: "The four of us always remember Yun Zhongjun... the master of the door and your kindness in saving us from Wenshi Mountain, and we always remember that your name is Sang Luojiu, and you suddenly changed back to Hua...'Flower Bieyun' ? It is indeed a little uncomfortable..."

Sang Luojiu said gently: "I've been called for so many years, but I don't really get used to it, so I can just get used to it with you."

Sang Luojiu's temper is indeed very good, and his soft-spoken voice encouraged Zhang Lingdao invisibly, and made him boldly ask: "Why did Hall Master Hua suddenly think of changing his name back? Is it because..."

His mind is not hard to guess.

Sang Luojiu shook his head and vetoed him: "No, I really like Master's name change."

Zhang Lingdao was slightly surprised.

Although the head of the sect saved his life, in Zhang Lingdao's opinion, it is really not good to change people's names at will.

...Hall Master Hua didn't care about this matter at all, it was because of the deep affection between the master and apprentice of the sect master, that's why...

Sang Luojiu knew what Zhang Lingdao was thinking, so he pursed his lips and smiled lightly without saying much.

Of course he didn't mind Master changing his name to Sang Luojiu.

Because it was in Fengling at that time.

He didn't want to bring any glory to his filthy family just because he became Yun Zhongjun's second apprentice.

It's different now.

Although the Feihuamen has fallen, if using his real name can put a little taint on his family, why not do it for Sang Luojiu?

When he was still tens of feet away from Gui Laoze, Sang Luojiu stopped suddenly, and his expression became a little speechless for a moment.

Zhang Lingdao also heard the faint and strange human voice, and was about to listen carefully, when Sang Luojiu, who was walking in front, turned his head and said with a smile: "Let's pick up the volume tomorrow morning."

Zhang Lingdao still wanted to go forward: "It's okay, you don't have to worry about me, I can stay up with you as long as you want."

Sang Luojiu smiled slightly: "I just thought of something more important."

Zhang Lingdao was immediately attracted, and walked around with Sang Luojiu, curiously asking, "What is it?"

Sang Luojiu didn't turn her head back, she put one hand behind her back, and said with a smile: "Of course it's the marriage of the sect master and his wife."