Everyone owes me a favor

When the two of them hadn't returned to their room, Sang Luojiu happened to be holding the wash water and was about to go out to splash it. When he saw the two of them, he greeted them docilely: "Ruyi Layman, Master..."

He raised his eyes and saw the same color rouge on Feng Rugu's lips and Ruyi's forehead, he was speechless for a moment: "...Father, you are back."

Feng Rugu didn't know the mystery on his lips, so he threw the peach into Sang Luojiu's arms: "I brought it for Fuchun. Eat it and go to bed early."

Sang Luojiu accepted it, and said yes nonchalantly, and then quickly closed the door with Tao Zi, forgetting to even pour water.

Feng Ruyu didn't know the reason, and laughed and scolded "little lunatic".

As soon as Ruo knew why, he was not sure whether he should step into the same room with Feng Ruyu, so he nodded slightly to Feng Ruyu, and went around to the Haijing room.

Haijing was in good spirits, saying that he had slept through the whole afternoon and had finished his homework at this time.The bed here is soft, clean and far away, it is very comfortable to live in, and there is no Qin girl to disturb him, Su Zhai is also made to his liking.

At this time, the singer's singing came from the half-opened window lattice. It was from a small lake boat, with a little water vapor, and the sky was empty. It was heartbreaking to hear.

Hai Jing suddenly said: "Little uncle, Yun Zhongjun is actually not bad."

"I asked the elder sister who came to see Su Zhai, and she said that Mr. Yunzhong had specially ordered him to say that the bald little master is on the threshold of Xinxiu, and he has passed through nine or nine or eighty-one difficulties, and he just missed the door. Don't tease him at will. , meritorious deeds of bad people."

...It really is a typical Feng Rugu's mouth full of nonsense.

Ruyi is silent.

Of course he knew that Feng Ruyu was not a villain.

A person who can be put on the tip of his heart like a father-in-law will not be a villain.

...but a nuisance.

From the first day he met and accompanied his adoptive father, this name has been sandwiched between him and his adoptive father like a ghost, and has never left.

The adoptive father wrote three characters and told him to write like a cat and a tiger.

He respectfully described it a hundred times, fearing that the description would not be good, so he showed it to the inn accountant who could read and write.

The accountant was born as a scholar, and he was full of praise for the good words written by his adoptive father that day: "Good words, good names. The seal is the same as before, a clear edict, and the loyalty is the same."

At that time, the young You Hongchen felt wronged, found his adoptive father, and asked him intermittently why his adoptive father asked him to describe other people's names.

After the adoptive father understood what he meant, he stared at the paper for a long time, hesitated and said, "This is the name of my junior brother..."

You Hongchen was a little angry, and threw the paper that had been practiced a hundred times and filled with the words "Feng Ru old" flying all over the sky.

He stood in the silver snow, and said stubbornly: "Hong Chen, I want my father-in-law; I don't want this person."

The adoptive father apologized to him, but he still didn't give up. He always called "my junior brother" in his usual words, and seemed to try his best to convince him that his junior brother was an excellent person.

Since the name "Feng Ru Gu" began to appear in his life, Ru Yi hated him.

Even if he didn't have time to do anything.

Later, Feng Rugu took his adoptive father away from him.

But this cannot be complained about.

If it wasn't for the devil's chaos and traps, Feng Rugu and the others wouldn't be snatched away by the devil, and his adoptive father wouldn't be so angry because of him that he refused to see himself and said, "I don't know You Hongchen. I The younger brother is in danger, I only have him in my heart, and I don't know anyone else," the heartless words came.

However, he couldn't hate his adoptive father.

As the senior brother in charge, the righteous father loves the younger brother, what's wrong?

Moreover, it is said that Feng Rugu was also brought up by his adoptive father, and the two have a deep relationship, which is comparable to his own.

He couldn't expect his adoptive father to see himself as the only spark in his dark life like he did.

That is an unreasonable thought.

He couldn't hate Yifu, he could only hate Mo Dao.

As for Feng Rugu, who had never met before, Ruyi had always had mixed feelings about him, not to say that he hated him, but he was disgusted.

If you think about it, he should have the right to hate him.

Ten years later, because some people targeted Feng Ruyu, the disciples of Hanshan Temple died for no reason. Ruyi finally had an upright reason to hate Feng Rugu.

...But in the final analysis, he can't blame him for this matter.

Thinking of this, Ruyi felt that the four-cornered flower on his forehead felt a little hot.

Haijing also saw the eye-catching mark on his forehead, and stared around curiously, but knowing that the little master was practicing closed-mouth meditation, even if he asked, he couldn't get an answer, so he had to keep silent.

Before leaving, Ruyi put a layer of green mist-like protective gas mask on Hai Jing's body to ensure safety.

When Ruyi returned to the two-person room, he found that Feng Rugu had already washed and fallen asleep.

He sleeps on the outside, occupying only a small space, leaving a large space on the inside.

For some reason, upon seeing this scene, Ru felt a little familiar, and felt a slight pang in her heart.

When he was a child, he had never slept on such a high bed, and would always roll down in the middle of the night.

This problem could not be cured for a long time, so the adoptive father simply slept outside the bunk.

He woke up several times in the night, but crashed into the arms of his adoptive father. After being awakened, the adoptive father always blinked his sleepy eyes, laughed and scolded him about his ancestors, then pressed down the quilt to block the candlelight, and kissed through the quilt. He took a sip and ordered him to sleep quickly.

Ruyi looked at the sleeping person in his arms and thought to himself that he was thinking too much.

... With Yun Zhongjun's temperament, it is probably because he is lazy and refuses to move in. That's all.

After being reminded of the past, with his indifferent and proud temperament, he would never sleep with Feng Ruyuan on the same bed.

Ruyi hugged the quilt and prepared to sleep on the ground.

When cleansing his face with clean water, he wiped off the angry bonus on his forehead little by little, and dyed the water a layer of light red.

When he took a soft towel to wipe his face, what flashed before his eyes was Feng Ruzhi's lips with thin red rouge.

Ruyi gripped the soft towel tightly.

When he let go of his hands, his face was still completely calm.

However, Layman Ruyi of Gujing Wubo did not return to the bunk after washing, but held a candle in a mysterious way, came to the bed silently, and leaned over to look at his face.

... The corner of rouge on his lips has not been washed off.

Ruyi was speechless.

However, few people will deliberately clean their lips when washing their face, and the bronze mirror in the room is also blurred, so it is normal that the light cannot be seen.

Ruyi no longer allowed himself to think otherwise, with a wave of his hand, a thin layer of protective smoke was wrapped around his body.

Although he knew that with Feng Ruyuan's cultivation, he was afraid that it would be unnecessary, but...

Sitting on the edge of the couch, Ruyi maintained a posture of raising his hands, and couldn't figure out why he behaved like this.

... Perhaps tonight's Feng Rugu always reminded him of his adoptive father when he was young.

With a lot of thoughts, like sleeping on the ground.

In the middle of the night, the whole city is quiet, and occasionally there are one or two cicadas singing in early summer, which seems sparse and lifeless.

The moonlight poured down halfway through the half-opened window, and shone into a pair of neatly placed Buddha shoes on the ground.

A thin, white figure stood briskly and silently in front of the little monk Haijing's couch, leaned over and reached for his hand, the palm of his hand pierced through the mist, and touched the spiritual acupoint on the top of his head——

……

Several hours later, Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu, who got up early, gathered together with Ruyi in the Haijing room.

Haijing was lying on the bed, breathing evenly, with a ruddy complexion, but she didn't wake up for a long time.

. . . is a symptom of dementia.

After the test, Sang Luojiu's expression was uneasy: "The three souls have gone to 'Heavenly Soul', and the seven souls have gone to 'Linghui'....The soul fetcher actually reached out to Haijing."

Luo Fuchun on the side said anxiously: "Where is Master, quickly invite Master to take a look!"

Sang Luo glanced at the door for a long time: "At this time, Master is probably still asleep..."

Ruyi's face was ugly, he stroked the unconscious Haijing's forehead a few times, and suddenly got up.

Luo Fuchun thought he had discovered something, so he hurriedly told Sang Luojiu to take care of the sleeping Haijing, and followed Ruyi out of the room.

Unexpectedly, he saw Ruyi stepping into the room where the two lived together. After the sound of the quilt falling, Ruyi twisted his master's hand and pushed Feng Ruzhi out of the room calmly and roughly.

Luo Fuchun was startled, he yelled, but he didn't hear it, grabbed Feng Rugu's arm, walked past him, and went back to the Haijing room.

With a bang, Feng Rugu was thrown onto the wall beside the bed rail, the dull bone-thumping sound made one's heart shudder.

Feng Ruzhi, who had just woken up, sucked in his breath, and turned half of his face, with cold sweat hanging on his long eyelashes, his gaze happened to fall on the sleepy Haijing on the bed.

"Oh——" Feng Rugu didn't seem to feel how embarrassing it was to be beaten and beaten by a junior in front of his apprentices, so he dragged his voice and said lazily, "The bait has worked."

Luo Fuchun was at a loss, and wanted to break Ruyi's hand that was pinching Feng Rugu's shoulder: "Master, what'bait'? You are..."

Sang Luojiu also sensed something wrong at this moment: "Master?... Did you do it on purpose?"

Luo Fuchun was even more dazed: "What intention... what are you talking about?"

They just found Haijing fainted on the bed early in the morning and lost his soul. It was obviously a good thing done by the soul-stealer who was making trouble in the city. What has it to do with Master?

Ruyi was extremely annoyed, but his face didn't show much, but his eyes were colder and colder, staring at Feng Ruzhi's slender and pale neck, he really wanted to pinch it.

The rooms in the Qingqiu Hall were arranged by Feng Ru.

Why did he want to share a room with him, but leave Hai Jing, who is not very powerful, to live alone?

The white shadow last night was most likely the Soul Stealer who was haunting the city. It followed them all the way, and even entered the Qingqiu Hall, presumably for Feng Rugu.

If it was by Feng Rugu's side all the time, if it couldn't find a way to attack, it might try to attack his fellow travelers.

Therefore, Ruyi deliberately set up a gas mask to protect everyone from harm.

If the gas mask is broken, he will definitely notice it immediately.

However, when he came to see it this morning, he found that the gas mask was broken.

... broke silently.

There is only one person in the entire Qingqiu Pavilion who can set up such evil schemes and break through the air mask with this method.

...He left Hai Jing alone in a room, making it the easiest bait for Bai Ying to break through, and deliberately broke his air shield, just waiting for the soul thief to take his soul.

"If you use a Buddhist body shield, it's hard to understand. But what you use... is the Daoist body shield that my senior brother taught you."

At such a time, Feng Rugu actually still had the heart to joke: "Little Hongchen, you are not good at learning."

There was a soft click on the bones of his shoulders.

Feng Ruyuan suffered from pain, gritted his teeth and said "hmm", the color on his face faded by seven points, but the corner of his mouth was still smiling, he stretched out a finger tremblingly, and branded a spiritual seal on Ru's wrist: "Last night, I In Haijing's three souls and seven souls, all traces of pursuit have been buried, and now... um... the soul of the little monk should have been taken to Mizhi Mountain. Master Ruyi, why not follow this instruction and go after it earlier ,so as not to……"

Before Feng Ruyi finished speaking, Ruyi threw him on the couch and walked away with a cold face.

Last night, Haijing also said that others are not bad.

Now it seems that it is really a lie.

After Ru left in a flick of his sleeve, Luo Fuchun was angry and annoyed, and felt that Feng Rugu's method of arresting the murderer was too dishonorable: "Master, how could you do this?! Even if you want to use the little monk, you have to tell him in advance Just ask for his consent. If that white shadow is a person of the devil way, and the purpose of taking the soul is to refine it, then he will be a living dead for the rest of his life?!"

"That can also be used to find the person who steals the soul and prevent the next victim from appearing." Feng Ruzhi grinned and moved his shoulders lightly, "If he saves the world with his own life, even if he dies, he will die well and get on the stage Western Paradise."

Luo Fuchun was out of breath, and once again felt the face of the person in front of him was hideous: "Then why don't you take your life to save the world?"

Sang Luojiu was startled: "Brother! Be careful!"

Feng Ruyuan supported his shoulders, and said calmly: "Are they good enough?"

Luo Fuchun roared: "What kind of master are you doing like this?! What kind of gentleman are you?!"

Feng Rugu sat down beside Haijing's couch: "My senior brother Chang is the gentleman, and I, Feng Rugu, are the evil in the Tao. If you are such a person who longs for glory and glory, why don't you worship my senior brother as your teacher instead."

Luo Fuchun was so angry that tears were about to fall, he grabbed the door and left, chasing after Ruyi.

... The little monk spent these two days with them, so he shouldn't be used as a bait by the master and sacrificed in vain.

At least he wants to save the little monk.

The two left one after the other, Sang Luojiu was silent for a long time, bowed his head and said: "Master, you could have done it more secretly..."

If he did it, he would have plenty of ways to let the little monk be the bait, and no one would doubt him.

Feng Ruyu didn't answer, just took out the bong from the storage bag: "Go and see your senior brother, take care of him, and tell him not to behave wildly."

Sang Luo hesitated to speak for a long time, but finally bowed his hands respectfully: "Yes, Master."

All three of them left, only Feng Rugu was left alone in the house.

Feng Ruzhi twisted the bamboo tobacco leaves, lit them with a cigarette lamp, closed his eyes and concentrated on inhaling for a while, his tense shoulders just relaxed a little.

After a bag of cigarettes was exhausted, he could move his shoulders a little.

He lowered his head and opened the storage pouch, and took out a small kit, which contained the "Heavenly Soul" and "Linghui" that Haijing had lost.

Feng Rugu held in his palm the things he stole from casting spells last night, looked closely for a moment, took out his soul and returned them to the little monk.

Soon, the little monk frowned and babbled twice, as if he was about to wake up.

As soon as Feng Ruyuan pointed it out, his meridians suddenly weakened, and he fell into a deep sleep again.

After confirming that waiting for the noise would not wake him up, Feng Ruzhi got up and walked to the small table in the room, poured out two cups of hot tea, placed one cup in front of his eyes, and pushed the cup to the opposite side of the table, with a leisurely movement.

Only because of the pain in his shoulder, his lips and face were still pale.

He said loudly: "I have managed to send people away."

There was silence in the room, and no one answered.

Feng Rugu slightly raised his voice: "Sir, you stole the souls of many people, lured the monks from Hanshan Temple to visit relatives in their hometown, killed them and abandoned their corpses to form part of the blood pen of the seal, and managed to leave beech leaves under the body of my fiancée." , everything is trying to lure me down the mountain and lure me here, now that I am here alone, why not come and meet me."

He put his chin on his cheek and smiled and said, "...Could it be that you are blaming me for putting the blame for the little monk's loss of soul on your head for no reason, are you angry?"

After a while, the air in the room fluctuated slightly.

A nearly transparent white figure stood in front of the curling mist, and his face could not be seen clearly, but his voice was very clear and clean: "Since the heart of the king in the cloud is like a mirror, then I am sorry to speak directly ..."

He stretched out his hand towards Feng Rugu, as politely as if he was inviting Feng Rugu to drink tea in his humble house: "...My servant, please die in peace, Mr. Yunzhong."