Everyone owes me a favor

On Chaoge Mountain.

If he wakes up early in the morning and doesn't see the person next to his pillow, he puts on his shirt and steps out of Yu Sheng Hall, looking for Feng Ru's whereabouts everywhere.

He failed to find Feng Rugu in the first place, but unexpectedly saw a familiar face in a place where the trees were flowing and the cicadas were singing.

The man leaned over to pick up the transparent cicada sloughs, and connected them together with thin wires, forming a half-string of wind chimes.

The summer wind rustled past, and the thin cicadas sloughed off and made a delicate sound of colliding with each other, which was also elegant.

Ruyi remembers him, but he may not recognize himself.

In the ancient city of Shuisheng, they met a son of the stone god who was conceived by the spirit of heaven and earth, named Lian Ruxin.

Lian Ruxin went astray, violated her duties and violated the ban, and eventually her merits and virtues were wasted and she disappeared from the world.

All of these are due to one person.

Ruyi still remembers, his name is...

Yi Shangchen heard the sound of footsteps behind him, so he turned around.

After a few short years in this world, the little devil who was chasing the monsoon is still young, but no longer reckless.

He bowed and saluted: "Jiugongtang's deputy hall master puts his clothes on the dust, see madam."

Ruyi: "..."

At first he had some doubts about why Yi Shangchen was here, but when the words came to his lips, they were completely dispelled by his last claim.

Ruyi gritted his teeth: "...Who told you to call me like that?"

Puzzled eyes appeared on the clothes, and he said frankly: "It was handed down by the sect master, is there any problem, ma'am?"

Ruyi: "..."

Ruyi: "It's nothing, you can continue to work."

The dust on the clothes said "yes", looked away, then leaned over to pick out a cicada slough in the nearby grass, carefully dusted off the dust on it, and lifted up a small bell-shaped cicada slough.

Under the sun, the molting shell is thin and exquisite.

I heard that the Taoist sect has gone to deal with the sky cracking of the ancient city of Shuisheng.

Soon, no one will sacrifice to mend the sky.

At that time, the chains that kept brother Lian under house arrest for his whole life will no longer exist.

Now he is no longer absurd, no longer wandering, no longer wandering, he is obediently establishing a career.

In the future, he will find a way to ask the sect master for help, bring back his stone, and start a family here.

Until then, Yi Shangchen will decorate their home well.

……

Ruyi crossed ten thousand hectares of bamboo forest and arrived at a lonely cliff.

Surrounded by emerald greenery, a piece of seven-zhang bluestone on the edge of the cliff is even more strange, glowing faintly in the early sun.

In just a few months, the bluestone gradually became smooth under Feng Rugu's shoes and his sword energy.

At this time, Qingyan was empty and there was no one.

But Ruyi didn't intend to leave, and sat down beside a stalk of bamboo near Qingyan in silence.

The sea of ​​bamboo is noisy, and the cool greenery refreshes the heart. Amidst the waves of bamboo singing, it is like closing your eyes and resting your mind, as if you are in meditation.

Even if there was a strange noise near the bamboo he was leaning against, he still seemed to have never heard of it.

Until a close greeting sounded from not far in front of him: "Little madam, are you here?"

Ruyi didn't want to pay attention to his "madam"'s jokes, but he was also reluctant to ignore him, so he just gave a faint "hmm".

Feng Rugu smiled and said, "Are you looking for a husband?"

Ruyi: "...um." It was shorter than the previous one.

Feng Rugu: "Why don't you make a sound when you're here?"

Ruyi: "I know you're here. I'll wait for you."

Feng Rugu teased him: "Why are you so bored?"

Ruyi's eyes were still lightly closed: "I'm with you."

Feng Ruyi has never left his body with bamboo smoke for many years, and the scent of bamboo all over his body almost blends in with the environment, but Ruyi can still quickly discern the little bit of special aura that he exudes when he hides in the bamboo.

Feng Ruyuan's breath was very close to him, with traces of hot air, blowing out to his ear, like a bamboo spirit muttering, bewitching the monk: "Master, open your eyes and take a look at me."

Ruyi opened his eyes according to the words, and was speechless for a moment when he saw the person in front of him clearly.

Feng Ruyuan hangs upside down from the top of another slender bamboo, bows the bamboo body down, and the whole person is upside down in front of Ruyi's eyes, his long hair tied into a high ponytail hangs down, his hair is hazy with sweat, and his eyelashes are smoky. layer of hot air.

He was bundled into a thin waist as flexible as a bamboo, hanging in the air, swaying with the bamboo body.

Ru Yi staggered his eyes: "...the adoptive father still has the energy to climb high, don't cry tired all of a sudden and tell me to carry you back."

Feng Ruyuan was aggrieved and said, "You don't recite it?"

Ruyi: "..."

Feng Rugu had a panoramic view of his slightly tangled expression, and he liked it so much, he opened his arms and wrapped his arms around his neck: "Good boy."

"Yesterday" and "Today", which were carried on his shoulders alternately and still had the warmth of the sword, buzzed each other for a while, reaching a consensus, pushing Feng Ruyu forward, bumping into Ruyi's arms, and turning Ruyi's expression Hit a little red.

Feng Rugu clicked his tongue, turned around and scolded Shuangjian: "Don't make trouble."

After saying that, he wanted to let go of his hand, but unexpectedly, the hand that was leaning against Ruyi's neck was pressed tightly by Ruyi.

Feng Ruyi gave a low laugh, followed his wishes, and kissed Ruyi upside down with a pounding heart.

The fragrance of bamboo curls up, and the bells and chimes are pale yellow.

They kissed each other to the solemn bell of Bushimen's daily morning class.

Apart from setting aside an hour every day to take care of the affairs of the family, Feng Rugu was particularly diligent in practicing swords.

Beyond that, he didn't even want to walk himself.

Of course, the matter of the wedding ceremony was handled by Sang Luojiu alone.

Sang Luojiu, who has never been idle and has earned money to support his master for so many years, knows his tastes and preferences like the back of his hand, so he is the most suitable person to handle this matter.

And because of the preparations for the wedding in Meihua Town, Sang Luojiu unexpectedly accumulated a lot of experience.

However, he did not follow the old practice of the grand wedding ceremony in Plum Blossom Town that is still praised today.

Feng Rugu said that it was just a small rehearsal.

Whether it is Fengling Yunzhongjun or the master of the Unworldly Clan, everyone should have the most grand wedding ceremony in the world.

As the auspicious days approached, rumors of Feng Ruyu getting married spread all over the world, and gradually overwhelmed "Han Jing, the former mountain lord of Danyang Peak, was reincarnated and was accepted as a disciple by Duan Rongjun, and temporarily sent to Fengling for education" news.

The day is set at Liqiu.

In the early morning of Liqiu, after getting up, the two went to Qizhangyan to discuss swords as usual.

The green bamboos in Heshan are all covered with red silk, dancing with the sleeves of their clothes.

After sweating profusely, the two returned to the room together, took a bath, washed their hair, and put on new clothes.

The two sat by the window of the Xiaoxuan, the wind was warm and the hall was warm, and the two geese formed a shadow.

Holding a comb in his hand, Feng Ruyi combed Ruyi's hair and put on a hair crown.

Both of them are dressed as gentlemen, and their red clothes complement each other, just like a rose, a poppy, one glamorous, the other flamboyant, and they complement each other.

Compared with the newly-renovated wedding room, which was inlaid with precious jewels, although the jade comb held by Feng Rugu was expensive, the material was inferior, and it was worn out, and it was even more out of place with the surroundings. The worn lettering on the previous line is exceptionally clear.

"Wait until Qianjinchun Xiaoshi, and draw eyebrows like distant mountains."

This was something that Ruyi planned to give to Feng Ruru, but later it was delayed in his hands.

Later, in the Hanshan Temple Buddhist House, Ruyi often used this comb to trim his flowers and leaves, and groom his rabbits and cats. He kept it at hand all the time. As time passed, the comb became old.

Everything in the interior is new, only the combs are as old as the old ones.

Ru Yi looks cold and hard, but his hair is extraordinarily soft.

While taking care of him, Feng Rugu rubbed his cheeky smile: "My little lady."

Ruyi: "..." He was already used to Feng Ruzhi calling him strangely.

While holding the comb, Feng Rugu whispered in his ear: "If you and I show up today, the world will definitely say that you and I are working together, an adulterer and an adulterer."

Ru Yi: "...well, I know." Although it is quite disturbing to mention this matter on the eve of the wedding ceremony, it is also true.

Feng Ruyuan took the jade crown and put it on his forehead: "Little madam, are you ready?"

Feng Rugu didn't expect Ruyi to say anything at first, who would have thought, Ruyi held his hand and said calmly: "Monsters, monks and demons are born in heaven and earth."

Feng Ruyuan stared at him for a moment, then smiled and squeezed his chin: "You have such a sweet mouth, I'll do it tonight."

Ruyi: "..." Whatever my adoptive father says, just be happy.

The wedding ceremony officially began at noon.

Since ten days ago, the road leading to Chaoge Mountain has been congested.

Hundreds of cypress boats carrying ceremonies and thousands of chariots and horses, like a trickle, gradually merge into Chaoge Mountain, and its power is as powerful as all nations coming to court.

Counting the Fengling Li team alone, there are tens of miles of red makeup stretching.

The traumatized sects all want to take this opportunity to make friends with the Unshi sect, La Qi and Yi are vying to be the first, and they all give generous gifts. He laughed and congratulated repeatedly, wishing the newlyweds the best of cultivation forever.

Although everyone in Chaoge Mountain had prepared for such a grand event, it exceeded expectations by a lot.

Even many unworldly disciples, seeing the endless stream of chariots, horses, swords, and ships, were elated and uncertain at the same time.

For example, Deputy Hall Master Yi stopped Feng Rugu, who was courting guests, and asked in a low voice, "Sect Master, there are so many sects here, are they sincere or fake?"

Before Fengling came, Feng Rugu welcomed the envoy from Danyang Peak into the inner curtain, hooked his shoulders, and walked out: "Silly boy, is the gift real?"

"It's true, but..."

"It doesn't matter if their hearts are true or not, as long as the gift is real."

After saying that, he patted the back of Yi Shangchen lightly: "Go and receive the gift."

Pushing out the dust on the clothes, Feng Ruyuan looked at the reception desk again, pursing his lips slightly.

Recently, many rumors in the world have also fallen into his ears.

Brother recently took in an apprentice named Han Jing.

Is there... is there such a possibility?

whether……

His reverie was easily interrupted by a hand.

For example, he supported the carved jade crown on his hair one by one, and adjusted the crown belt hanging down: "...the hair crown is crooked."

Without waiting for Feng Ruyuan to speak, Ruyi persuaded in a low voice: "Father, don't worry, he will come."

Even though the two of them are always in the same mind, seeing that he can guess what is in his heart without using a few words, Feng Ruyu still doesn't feel happy and smiles brightly.

Ruyi: "What is foster father laughing at?"

"I'm thinking..." Feng Ruzhi walked half a circle around him, tilted his head to look at him, and dragged his voice, "When you hated me before, how did you feel when you found that I was connected with you?"

Ruyi: "..."

Seeing that his little wife was about to become ashamed and annoyed again, Feng Rugu dismissed her as soon as she saw the deal, jumped two steps sideways with a smile, and greeted the new visitor: "Sister Awang!"

Wang Shujun Zhou Wang came slowly, and said with a smile: "You, you are not welcoming guests well, what are you whispering?"

Feng Rugu was full of nonsense: "Make my little lady happy."

Wang Shujun understood, looked at Ruyi, and nodded knowingly.

Ruyi: "..." He didn't want to know what Wang Shujun understood.

……

Sure enough, just as Yi Shangchen said, everyone in the Taoist sect is convinced by face, but not necessarily by heart.

The small door where the families gave generous gifts did not have the qualifications to witness the marriage with their own eyes, so they could only watch from a distance.

A group of people looked left and right, showed each other with their eyes, and after exchanging a helpless look with each other, they gathered in one place to observe carefully.

"Break one's sleeve and share the peaches. It's not an honorable thing. If you do it in private, you're free to do it yourself. If you want to make a scene in front of the public, it's embarrassing, embarrassing."

"This is what Zhang Daoyou said badly. When did he, Feng Rugu, ever care about his face?"

The two snickered for a while, and then discussed their future plans.

"Brother Zhang really intends to make the Demon Sect bigger? If this seal swells up as before and has a different intention, wouldn't it be like decades ago, causing chaos again?"

"This is an expedient measure. Daoism and demons are always at odds. Today we endure a moment of humiliation and bow our heads temporarily, in exchange for a long-term future."

"Oh, from now on—"

However, before the words were finished, the land where they stood was covered in haze, and the group of figures were all swallowed up by the thick clouds gathered in the sky.

Seeing the vision at first glance, everyone raised their eyes to watch.

Someone was surprised, and looked up at the sky with a tent: "What is this? Ah——"

Before everyone could react, they saw thunder coming with great power and flames, and immediately struck down the person who had just said the same gossip, causing the person to fall on his back, his hands and feet twitching, and smoke plumes.

Feng Ruyuan, who had not had time to send Zhou Wang away in the future, turned around, and felt a familiar aura from the thunderstorm blowing towards him, and his legs instinctively went limp.

Ruyi supported him in time, seeing his expression changed, guessed that the person who came must be someone his foster father knew well: "Who is it?"

Feng Ruyu was speechless: "..." No way? !

But Wang Shujun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he blurted out: "Brother Meng!"

The layers of clouds parted, the gate of heaven opened, and a figure appeared among the clouds.

There is a cinnabar mole between the eyebrows of the visitor, under the rolling clouds, there is still an indelible brilliance, the sharp beauty is like a long sword on a snowy night, and it is difficult to beat the sword under the moonlight.

This person was struck by lightning, the surrounding wind was surging, and tiny sparks flickered all around, but his complexion did not change at all.

Feng Rugu said weakly: "...Master?"

Meng Chongguang, who was called "Master's Wife" by Feng Rugu, held a gift box, looked around coldly, and glanced at the frightened faces, the expressions were not much better than glancing at a row of stone tablets.

Soon, his eyes rested on Feng Rugu.

Feng Ruyuan suspected that he rolled his eyes at that moment.

The next moment, his gaze rested on Ruyi who was beside Feng Rugu.

This time, he looked at it for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the weirder his expression became.

To be precise, it is full of dislike and displeasure.

Ruyi: "...?"

It is against the law of heaven for a person of high cultivation to enter the other world. A thunder rolls across the sky and is rolling in, like the roar of a wild beast.

Amidst the terrifying thunder, Meng Chongguang stopped examining Ruyi, raised the object in his hand, and said quietly: "I..."

Seeing his ferocity, all the people present kept silent and held their breath, lest they offend him and suffer another thunderstorm for nothing.

Meng Chongguang added the second half of the sentence: "...to give a gift."

All the Taoists: "..."

Feng Ruyu: "..."