Everyone owes me a favor

Chang Boning said: "No." His attitude was firm.

"It was my fiancée who died." Feng Rugu said, "The word 'Feng' was closed with my fiancée's head. Even if I didn't do it, I still have something to do with it."

"The letter of appointment has been returned."

"The world doesn't know."

Chang Boning: "Since that's the case, you can't go down the mountain. Someone deliberately forced you to go out of the mountain."

"My good senior brother." Feng Rugu hung the cinnabar pen back to the pen holder, and fiddled with the Langhao pen hanging high on the pen holder with his fingertips, "There are many shrewd people in the Taoist sect. Sooner or later, someone will find out that the murderer The ones are coming for me. There are monks who have died in various sects with heads and faces, Hanshan Temple, and Lingyin Temple. If I don’t go down the mountain earlier and give an explanation, I’m afraid I will be beaten to Fengling by all the families to ask for an explanation. gone."

Feng Ruzhi's frivolous appearance when talking about human life made Luo Fuchun, the young man who came down to report the news, slightly frowned.

He had to interrupt them: "Master, someone from the Wen family..."

No need for him to say much, the figure of the Wen family envoy who had gone and returned had already appeared in the shadow of the rain outside the Green Bamboo Hall.

Of course, they didn't come to Xingshi to inquire about the crime.

The Wen family is still immersed in the grief of losing their daughter, and they don't have the heart to solve this murderous charade.

Although Feng Rugu and Wen Shen'er had no real relationship, and the letter of appointment was only returned a few hours ago, the Wen family's first thought was to let Fengling back them up and make decisions in their grief.

After calming down the envoy and saying that Fengling would give Wenshimen an explanation, the night was already dark and the rain hadn't stopped.

Feng Rugu said that he wanted to go back to "Still Water Flows Deep" to rest, and Chang Boning told Luo Fuchun that he must take good care of him.

Luo Fuchun said yes, holding an umbrella, escorted Master home from the side.

After the junior brother left, Chang Boning pondered for a while, spread out a piece of paper, and wrote a letter.

Growing flowers all year round, the faint fragrance of rhododendrons has already soaked into his bones, and when he wrote, the pages of the book were also stained with a little fragrance.

If it wasn't for someone's plan, and the younger brother insisted on going down the mountain, Chang Boning didn't want to use this relationship.

but……

Ugh.

After finishing a letter, Chang Boning folded the letter and wiped it horizontally with his fingers, the paper turned into a crane-shaped streamer and came out of the Green Bamboo Hall.

A ball of white light walked in the rain and disappeared into the night.

"Still water runs deep" is located in the back mountain of Fengling, which is clean and far away.At the time of Meng Xia, the grass and trees grow day by day, the grass is fragrant and pleasant, and the shadows are clear.

If there is no such annoying heavy rain and untimely murder, this is a good time to enjoy the moon.

Luo Fuchun asked: "Master, do you want to send a letter to call Junior Brother Sang back?"

Feng Rugu: "You pass it on."

...he just knew it.

His master was too lazy to even pick up a pen, so how could he go down the mountain.

Luo Fuchun asked as usual: "It will take some time for the younger brother to come back, should I go down the mountain to look for the younger brother, or wait for the younger brother to return to the mountain, and then set off with the younger brother?"

...Feng Rugu was not counted among the fellows at all.

Feng Rugu glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, and the smile on his brows and eyes could easily make people's hearts sway: "Let's settle down in Fuchun."

Even though Luo Fuchun was dissatisfied with this master in every way, when he saw his face, most of his temper lost, he said good night, and walked away.

He stood still at the corner of the corridor, looked at Feng Rugu who entered the bedroom, frowned and sighed softly.

Luo Fuchun's real name is not Luo Fuchun, he is the second son of a new Taoist sect with the surname Xiao.

Ten years ago, one of the people Feng Rugu saved was his elder brother Xiao Rang.

Luo Fuchun was grateful for his kindness, and also admired Feng Rugu, he just came to Fengling to seek art, three worships and nine kowtows before he entered the mountain gate, and after a long time of hard work, he finally got Feng Rugu's approval, accepted him as a disciple, and entered "Still Water Flows Deep".

On the first day he entered the inner sect, he was full of apprehension, but when he fell at Feng Rugu's feet, he couldn't care about anything else, his knees went weak with joy, and his whole body trembled.

In front of him was the youngest swordsman in the Taoist sect. At the age of 12, based on the Fengling swordsmanship, he created his own Guixu swordsmanship; at the age of 14, he opened the Fengling sword furnace privately, forged swords with spiritual power, and obtained two swords. Peerless Raiders; Trapped in the "Lost World" where remnants of demons gathered, protecting more than a hundred disciples for 89 days...

One piece, one pile, are all heroic deeds that can make the young people's blood boil.

He heard Feng Rugu ask him: "What's your name?"

His fingertips were shaking: "Xiao Ran."

Feng Ruyuan held the small wine pot, took a sip of wine, and glanced at him casually: "Well. Then from today, your name will be changed to Luo Fuchun."

Xiao Ran: "..."

At that time, the wine in Feng Rugu's pot was called "Luo Fuchun".

Changing his name with his first and last name, and changing it so hastily...

Xiao Ran knelt on the ground, the chill crawled from his heart to his fingertips.

After living in "Still Waters Flow Deep", the more he understood Feng Rugu, the more chilling Luo Fuchun felt.

Feng Ruyu is lazy, hot on the outside and cold on the inside, has bad taste, and loves extravagance...

Because Feng Rugu hadn't been down the mountain since ten years ago, Luo Fuchun even had to go down the mountain to exorcise demons and subdue demons for a fee, in exchange for silver taels to support his master's daily life.

More importantly, Luo Fuchun hadn't seen his sword out of its sheath even for a moment in ten years, so he couldn't even learn the half-style Guixu swordsmanship.

At present, all his gains in swordsmanship were realized by himself when he made money to support his master.

More expectation, more disappointment.

In desperation, Luo Fuchun had no choice but to comfort himself: Forget it, who told him to beg for nothing and post it.

It was three years after he entered the apprenticeship, the younger junior brother only entered the apprenticeship, but his name was changed just after the initiation, and he was given the title of "Sang Luojiu", which gave Luo Fuchun a slightly distorted sense of comfort.

Back in the room, Luo Fuchun wrote a letter to his junior brother Sang Luo Jiusang who worked far away to earn money to support his master, briefly explained the situation in the mountain, and asked him to return to the mountain quickly.

When he finished writing, he was still in a panic.

The fact that Master is looking for a Taoist companion is a strange thing, and now that the Taoist companion he personally chose has died, Master does not seem to have any grief or reluctance.

... Then, just like him accepting himself and Luo Jiu as disciples, is it really another whim, and he doesn't like the toy he wants after getting it?

Luo Fuchun clenched the tip of the pen tightly, his face became more and more ugly.

……

After closing the door, Feng Ruzhi picked up a wedding book from the neatly arranged table.

Each of them holds a copy of the marriage certificate.

The Wen family's share was returned, and Feng Rugu's share was still in his hands.

He stared at the marriage certificate, and stayed in a daze for half an hour in the room with the lights off.

No one knew what he was thinking.

During Miss Wensan's first seven hours, Feng Rugu lit a brazier in her bedroom.

He held the letter of appointment in one hand, and the paper ingots he had folded in the other. He compared the birth date on the letter of appointment, and while reciting silently, he fed the gold and silver ingots into the flames.

Silver dust rolls onto his shoulders and hair, like a thousand piles of snow, and he doesn't brush it off.

When doing this, his expression was still indifferent, showing no grief or resentment.

Standing outside the window is Luo Fuchun, and Sang Luojiu who just returned to the mountain.

Different from Luo Fuchun's heroic appearance, Sang Luojiu is a handsome and snow-white young man with an iron sword on his back, his stature is similar to Luo Fuchun's, and he wears a soft and close-fitting robe. Wrinkled, but still looks elegant and glamorous.

He was very worried: "For the past few days, Master has kept himself locked in the house?"

Not seeing that face, Luo Fuchun was finally able to vent his dissatisfaction happily: "Maybe he is sleeping."

Sang Luo glanced at him disapprovingly for a long time: "...brother."

"He has never been like this." Luo Fuchun snorted, "On the surface, he looks like he can get along with everyone, but in fact he is cold-hearted and playing with the world. There are tens of millions of people in this world, and I don't believe anyone can live in his heart. Pass."

Sang Luojiu was helpless: "Brother, don't say that about Master."

Luo Fuchun snorted, and was about to turn around when he saw the door open.

Feng Rugu walked out of the door, and swept the dust off his shoulders: "Fuchun, after a long time, pack up your things, we will leave tomorrow."

Luo Fuchun couldn't react, he stuttered a bit: "Go, where are you going?"

"Go to Wenshi Gate first." Feng Rugu still held his bamboo pipe in his hand, took a sip, and exhaled some smoke, "Bring the shredded tobacco, the soft couch, and the pens, inks, papers and inkstones I'm used to."

With that said, he was about to go out.

Luo Fuchun never imagined that Feng Rugu would really go down the mountain. Thinking of the possibility of seeing his master's heroic appearance, he was overjoyed for a moment, and followed Feng Ruyu's back for a few steps: "Master, where are you going now?" That pair of peerless soldiers?

Feng Rugu held his bong: "I'm going to bask in the sun in front of the Green Bamboo Hall."

Luo Fuchun: "..."

Feng Rugu turned his back: "Hurry up and clean up."

Ignoring Luo Fuchun's disappointment, Sang Luojiu cupped his fists and knelt down, respectfully said: "Yes, Master!"

Feng Ruyuan ran to the Green Bamboo Hall to bask in the sun again.

The sunshine in front of the Green Bamboo Hall was really good. He took a few puffs of smoke, and his breath was filled with the faint fragrance of bamboo, so that the sunlight shining on his body became cool.

Feng Ruyu had a light dream.

In the dream, someone followed him step by step, the skill was really not very good.

Feng Ruyuan caught the man out of the dark place dumbfounded: "Didn't I tell you to wait for me in the inn?"

The little white-clothed boy had a high ponytail, and his figure was already somewhat romantic, but he still clinged to him, raised his hand to hold his belt, and said nothing.

"I'm not going to abandon you. I've paid for the inn, wait for me..." Feng Ruzhi stroked his face, hesitated to speak, and patted the back of his head, "When I finish Donghuang Sacrifice, let my second junior brother pick you up the mountain."

The hand that gripped his belt tightened.

"Want me to pick it up?"

The hand loosened a little, which is considered to agree.

"Okay. I'll pick you up." When the young man laughed, his brows and eyes were full of affection, "But, when the time comes, don't you not know me."

The boy tensed up.

He always took every word of Feng Ruru seriously.

In order to reassure this perpetually restless child, Feng Rugu pondered for a moment, and pointed to his heart.

My heart stabbed suddenly, as if being picked by a sharp needle.

Fortunately, it was only a moment.

He cut off a bit of blood from his own heart, put it on his fingertips, and wiped it into a red thread. He pulled up the young man's left hand holding his belt, and tied the red thread on his little finger.

The boy put his little finger to his ear, and only heard the sound of heartbeat, which came into his ears clearly.

Feng Rugu said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Listen to this, just treat me as if I'm still by your side, so that you can sleep well at night. As long as I'm still alive, I'll definitely come to pick you up. I'll untie this for you when the time comes." .”

"Father..."

Feng Rugu tapped his lips with his index finger: "After entering Fengling, remember to call him Master."

Feng Ruzhi, who was in a light sleep, vaguely heard footsteps.

The sound of footsteps was a bit unusual, not like a disciple practicing Fengling Kungfu, so Feng Ruyuan opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches the eye is the plain white Buddha shoes and the platinum monk robe engraved with lotus relief patterns.

The visitor carried a long black wooden sword on his back, engraved with Buddha's gatha on it, and a string of olive core holding beads hung from the tiger's mouth in his left hand.The color of the beads was deep red, which made his fingers clean and slender.

There is a line of red on the tail finger of his left hand. At first glance, it looks like a red line, but when you look closely, it melts into the skin. I don't know if it is a birthmark or a wound.

Apart from that, there was no other superfluous decorations on the visitor's body, his whole body was bright and cold, except for a natural red mole on his right earlobe, which added a bit of color to him out of thin air.

If Yan Jiangnan was here, he would definitely sigh, why would he want to be a great monk when he is so beautiful.

Feng Ruyuan sat up half of his body suddenly, not knowing whether he was in a dream or not.

The visitor seemed to recognize him, and saluted him: "Mr. Yunzhong."

Feng Ruyu opened his mouth: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, the visitor passed him by and left.

Feng Ruyuan lowered his head and found that he was sleeping with his collar open, which may be particularly irritating in the eyes of Buddhists.

But he was too lazy to pull, so he put his hands behind his head and turned his head to look at the back of the person.

With this movement, the originally half-covered collarbone has nowhere to hide.

Accompanying the visitors was a young Buddha cultivator of seventeen or eighteen years old, watching them enter the Green Bamboo Hall, knowing that his status was insufficient, so he stayed outside the hall. The screen was shocked for a moment, and after silently chanting Amitabha several times, he dared to ask: "Dare to ask, are you the Lord Yunzhong?"

Feng Rugu held his pipe in his mouth, smiled and didn't answer.

Little Buddha Xiu is also a person who knows etiquette, knowing that this person is not low in seniority, so he hurriedly worshiped him.

"Little monk." The visitor didn't dare to talk to him, but Feng Rugu became friendly instead, holding his bong and smiling, "What's your name?"

Inside the Green Bamboo Hall.

Chang Boning, who usually doesn't wear eye veils indoors, for the first time in the room covered his eyes tightly.

When he saw someone coming, he greeted politely: "Ruyi Layman."

23 The four-year-old young man has cultivated the calmness of an ancient stone, his face is quiet, without much expression, he bows, and he is full of etiquette: "Mr. Duan Rong."

Chang Boning handed over a cup of scented tea: "It's troublesome, Layman Ruyi, who made this trip. Your request, the letter has already stated: My junior brother Feng Rugu will go down the mountain to investigate the murder of Tang Dao. Too many, I only bring two disciples down the mountain, I may not be able to do it. Just in case, please ask Layman Ruyi to take care of you."

"There are also Buddhist monks who were killed in Hanshan Temple." Ruyi spoke in a pleasant and cold tone, "As the monk who protects the temple, the poor monk also has to go to Wenshimen to investigate the murder. If Mr. Duan Rong trusts the poor monk, the poor monk I will take good care of Yun Zhongjun."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Ruyi raised her eyes slightly, and there was some warmth in her cold eyes for a moment, "I will never refuse anything my foster father asks me."

Chang Boning, who had just picked up the teacup, choked on water.

He pursed his lips and reluctantly said, "You don't have to be polite."