Everyone owes me a favor

In the end, it was Jing Sanchai who got drunk.

Before falling asleep, Jing Sanchai grabbed Feng Rugu's hand and clasped his left hand: "...the key of Qianjiyuan...you keep it for me..."

Feng Rugu raised his palm and saw that it was a green jade peony engraved, falling right into his palm.

Peony is the family emblem of the Jing family, which is famous all over the world for its mechanism.The green jade peony is the special symbol of Jing Sanchai.

Even if Mr. Jing had a quarrel with his father and ran away from the Jing family, he would have to go home and inherit millions if he didn't make a name for himself.

This is a rule passed down from generation to generation in the Jing family and must not be violated.

Feng Rugu went back to the house with Jing Sanchai on his back, and looked at the peony seal in his palm under the moonlight.

Jing Sanchai slapped his palm from behind, and said inarticulately: "What are you looking at? Be careful that you can't pull out the eyes."

Feng Ruyuan teased him: "If you don't let me see it, why should you give it to me?"

Jing Sanchai wrapped his arms around his neck: "If you touch it by mistake, get up early tomorrow, and people will die all over the place, so it's hard to deal with it."

Feng Ruyu nodded, stopped looking at the keys, and began to look at the whole courtyard instead: "The keys are all given to me... I don't know how much this courtyard can sell for."

Jing Sanchai muttered, "How dare you."

"I dare."

"Your uncle, when I hold you down and beat you..."

Speaking of this, Jing Sanchai paused for a while, then seemed to remember something important, and punched Feng Rugu on the shoulder with his fist, and said angrily: "Damn, forget, I can't beat you."

Feng Rugu was almost knocked to the ground by his fist, and staggered two or three steps forward.

But he straightened up quickly, as if the misstep just now was just due to drunkenness and unsteady steps.

The moonlight reflected the fine sweat on his forehead.

After finally bringing Jing Sanchai to the main room, Feng Rugu saw that Jing Sanchai was fast asleep, so he supported the weeping willow on one side, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and took a breath for a while.

Helping him to the bed, he simply changed his clothes, cooled the strong tea, and put it in front of the bed, Feng Ruzhi looked at him enviously, closed the door and left.

Feng Rugu envied Jing Sanchai because he didn't want to get drunk, but he couldn't get drunk.

Under the silvery moonlight, Feng Ruyuan opened his front skirt and looked down at the budding green lotus extending to his left chest.

This is drawn for him by his brother himself. It connects the meridians of the whole body and incorporates the spirit of vegetation purification. It can detoxify and relieve alcohol. He can't do anything with ordinary poisons. If he wants to get drunk, he will wake up soon.

For the past ten years, he has been so sober.

In the end, he had to use drugs in exchange for a rare moment of confusion.

He sat down on the porch, took out his bong, and breathed a puff of mist towards the moon.

That night, Feng Ruyu had another dream.

Probably because he met his old friend today and brought back memories, his dream this time is very peaceful.

He dreamed of his 14-year-old self.

Fourteen-year-old Feng Rugu was hung upside down from a willow tree with a vine tied around his feet.

With a thin waist but strong strength, he swung himself back and forth like a swing, making the whole tree creak and creak.

While he was busy, a little brown-haired squirrel slid down his calf, landed between his legs, slid all the way to the end, grabbed his hanging long hair, and followed his example, swinging back and forth .

Feng Rugu stood up again: "Junior Sister Yan, I didn't give you the squirrel to let you let it bite my hair."

Yan Jiangnan, dressed in white, walked up to him and looked at him with interest.

Yan Jiangnan's clothes are plain and clean, and her name is elegant, but she can't suppress the rare bright and plump figure of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl. She is full of vitality like a fresh apple, and she knows herself because of her beauty, so she has an unpretentious style.

She laughed loudly and said, "Little Senior Brother, why are you climbing the tree again?"

Feng Rugu: "Senior brother is a senior brother, but it's two months younger than you, so it's not polite to just talk to each other."

After all, he swayed again.

This time the effect was remarkable, he finally folded his body and grabbed the branch, sat on it, trying to untie the restraint at the ankle.

Who would have thought that the vine seemed to be alive, and when Feng Ruzhi touched it lightly, it rolled and flung it vigorously——

Feng Ruyuan yelled, fell headfirst, and was hung upside down again.

Seeing the vines, Yan Jiangnan became more certain: "How did you offend Master this time?"

"It was just a joke." Feng Rugu gave up, spread out his arms, swayed in the wind, and said aggrievedly, "Master is too narrow-minded."

Yan Jiangnan: "What did you say?"

Feng Rugu: "It's just that when I was drinking with Master, I said that Master really loves me the most, and my wife listened to it."

Yan Jiangnan: "..."

Feng Rugu turned his face to one side: "...After I was drunk, I competed swords with Master... It was Master who asked me to use the newly refined 'Yesterday' and 'Today' to fight against him. The jeweled dagger given to Master was broken."

Yan Jiangnan stayed for a moment.

Although their teacher's wife, Meng Chongguang, has excellent spiritual power, she is extremely poor in the basics of the immortal sect, especially not good at refining weapons. The gem dagger was given to the master on the birthday of the master this year. It is said that it took five years of hard work to scrap After a few rooms of treasure mines that he found by himself, he finally got a dagger that looked like a dagger.

... To put it bluntly, it is just a decoration.

Yan Jiangnan said ruthlessly: "You deserve it. You wait to be punished."

While speaking, a Qingjun figure came out of the Green Bamboo Hall and walked slowly towards this side.

The wind raised his transparent eye veil, revealing a pair of drooping black long eyelashes.

Chang Boning seemed to be thinking about something, walked to the side of the tree, and then raised his eyes: "As usual, how do you feel?"

Feng Rugu asked anxiously: "Have you been punished?"

"Yeah." Chang Boning nodded, "My wife said, I want you to retreat for five years, practice with a pure heart, and think about your own mistakes."

Feng Ruyuan was dumbfounded, and said bluntly: "He definitely didn't say that! He definitely said that I broke the dagger that he spent five years refining, and let me pay for his five years of hard work!"

Chang Boning smiled lightly, without denying it.

Feng Ruzhi struggled: "Where is Master, I want to see Master!"

"Master..." Chang Boning felt that he shouldn't talk about inappropriate things in front of his juniors and sisters, and said tactfully, "I'm not feeling well, I'm resting in bed today, and I haven't gotten up yet."

Feng Rugu said angrily: "Master doesn't have a husband?! I don't know how to control..."

Yan Jiangnan was shocked, and immediately went up to stop him: "Quickly shut up. If my wife hears this, I'm afraid I won't see you for ten years."

Feng Rugu, who was hung upside down here and exposed to the sun for several hours, felt aggrieved, hugged Chang Boning's waist, and said softly, "Brother—help me."

He is from the south of the Yangtze River, and he usually speaks Mandarin very fluently, but he knows when to change back to Wu Nong's soft language of the water town, dragging the word "senior brother" crisp and long, which matches his face even more It is not against the harmony, which makes people wish to give him the whole world.

Chang Boning felt very helpless being hugged by him, reached out to touch his face, knelt down under the tree in a dignified manner, faced Feng Ruzhi upside down, and said softly, "I have a way."

Feng Rugu looked at him eagerly, and Yan Jiangnan also came over.

Chang Boning said softly: "Two days ago, Master asked me to prepare and travel down the mountain to increase my knowledge."

He continued: "As before, I was born smart, and my self-taught Guixu swordsmanship has achieved great success; but my Tasha swordsmanship still hasn't improved. The master said that my mental technique has already achieved great success, but because I don't have the killing intent, I'm stuck Where the door is near, you cannot enter an inch."

The three senior brothers and sisters all know that Chang Boning's practice hinders him.

Chang Boning had already practiced Fengling swordsmanship to a great degree, and had his own understanding, and wrote the "Tasha Sword Manual", but every time he actually fought, the effect was insufficient, at most it was only at the level of second-rate swordsmanship.

Master Xu Xingzhi once came to see Chang Boning practicing swordsmanship, and casually pointed out the crux of his swordsmanship in a concise and easy-to-understand way: "Boning, the purpose of all swordsmanship is to cut people, but you I don’t want to kill people at all.”

To put it more bluntly, Chang Boning's temper is too good, too Buddha-natured, and his swordsmanship cannot exert even [-]% of its due power.

"Good things, good things." Feng Rugu hung on the tree, swaying and said, "Brother, if you go to the world, you will always encounter a few things that you want to draw your sword to kill."

Chang Boning said softly: "Actually, I don't want to go down the mountain. I think there must be some other way to enhance the power of Tasha's swordsmanship. It doesn't have to be murderous."

Yan Jiangnan somewhat understood: "Senior brother, you have to replace little brother..."

Chang Boning nodded, and turned to Feng Rugu: "You and I exchanged faces secretly, you traveled on behalf of the senior brother, and I retreated to understand the sword technique, and each took what he needed. It's just..."

He paused slightly: "It's just that once this face is exchanged, the spell can only be undone by being enlightened by my spiritual power. I wonder if you would like to use senior brother's face?"

Feng Ruyuan let out a sigh, but his expression was not very excited.

He narrowed his eyes: "Brother, did Master really ask you to travel down the mountain?"

Chang Boning smiled slightly, and said softly: "Well, there really are."

Feng Rugu didn't speak any more, he put his arms around Chang Boning, and buried his face in his neck.

Chang Boning was taken aback by being hugged, and immediately burst into laughter, and patted him on the back: "Okay, fourteen or fifteen-year-olds are not children anymore, so don't act like a baby all the time."

Feng Ruyuan hugged him tightly, suddenly like hugging his own mother tightly, safe and warm.

Chang Boning saw that people didn't let go, but he couldn't help it, so he laughed lowly: "Okay, you can let go for a while."

Yan Jiangnan rolled his eyes, Shi Shiran stood up, and quietly directed his little squirrel to circle around to the vines that bound Feng Ruyuan's feet, opened his small mouth, and gnawed on it——

Feng Ruyu was immediately thrown up by the rioting vines.

"Yan Jiangnan—"

……

Feng Ruyuan opened his eyes.

He actually sat on the corridor and fell asleep, and just now he almost fell into the green bushes under the corridor.

Because of the weightlessness that remained in the dream, he couldn't tell whether he was the 14-year-old Feng Rugu for a moment, and he just stared blankly at the dawning sky.

At this moment, Ruyi, who always got up early, came to draw water from the well in the courtyard.

He has always done this kind of thing by himself.

Under the cover of green bushes, he didn't notice Feng Rugu who was sitting by the porch.

Feng Ruzhi took a look at him, then closed his eyes, and the image of a beautiful child appeared in his mind. He was lying on the side of the well, struggling to pull the rope, pulling up the bucket over and over again, and putting the bucket down over and over again. Repeatedly.

He walked over and asked the child, "What are you doing?"

"The moon, in the water, yes." The child had some problems with his speech and couldn't make complete sentences, "Fill it up, complete it, and give it to foster father."

Feng Ruyuan couldn't help smiling at the child in the illusion, and said casually, "Little Hongchen, I..."

The sound of the bucket dropping into the water came from his ear, which shattered Feng Ruyuan's illusion and woke him up instantly.

……Oops.