Everyone owes me a favor

Ruyi was lured back by the soaring demon energy in Qingqiu Hall.

When he led Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu back, the demon energy in the Qingqiu Pavilion had dissipated.

The boat in the lotus pond capsized and the lake dried up.

When he saw Feng Rugu, his upper body was naked, revealing the lotus tattoo on half of his body, and he knelt on one knee by the lakeside, holding a sword, grabbing a handful of stone dust and ashes, grinding them in the palm of his hand, thoughtfully.

Luo Fuchun came from behind, saw some bloodstains on Feng Rugu's body, and also saw clearly the secret behind Feng Rugu's tattoo decoration, there was a buzzing in his head, and he shouted sadly: "...Master!"

Feng Rugu didn't lift his head: "Why cry, I'm not dead."

Luo Fuchun had never seen Feng Ruyu take off his clothes.

Last time in Wenshi Mountain, everyone saw his green lotus tattoo, but it was only because Feng Rugu's clothes were wet, and it was not clear when viewed through the clothes.

Now that he saw the whole picture of Master's tattoo, he was stunned, and his heart ached so much that he almost burst out: "Master, what's wrong with you..."

Feng Rugu raised his hand, wiped off the blood on his shoulder, and tilted his head slightly: "Ah, it's not mine."

But he quickly thought of something, and said to himself without thinking: "...Yeah, why not mine?"

With that said, he was about to stand up.

But as soon as he got up, his body seemed to collapse, he swayed, lost consciousness, and fell forward.

Although Ruyi was also shocked by his devastation, he still reacted in time. He grabbed Feng Rugu's shoulders and let him lean in his arms. He took off his monk robe with one hand to cover his scars, and took it with the other hand. Haijing's matching sword almost slipped from his hand.

Sang Luojiu walked forward quickly: "Scholar Ruyi, thank you, please send Master..."

"...Little Martial Uncle?"

Hai Jing's voice from upstairs interrupted Sang Luojiu's words.

Sang Luojiu raised his head suddenly, because he was too shocked, he couldn't even hide the sharp light flashing in his eyes.

Luo Fuchun was even more dumbfounded, he didn't know why Haijing, whose soul had been taken away, was able to wake up.

Hai Jing, who had just woken up, stared blankly at the completely destroyed painting boat and lotus pond, and then looked down at the three people who were all staring up at him with strange eyes. He couldn't figure out the situation for a while, so he had to timidly ask: "... What's going on here?"

In the blink of an eye, Sang Luojiu had already figured everything out.

The master deliberately broke the seal and took Haijing's soul and hid it privately, in order to lure them away.

Master... wanted to take advantage of the loss of his soul, take advantage of the situation to break the situation, and directly lead to the real culprit behind the sealed blood pen, and confront him.

Sang Luojiu originally thought that it was a bit silly for the master not to know how to hide the traces of breaking the protective barrier.

Unexpectedly, Master was far more stupid than he imagined.

What if the black hands behind the scenes had already ambushed, or were they superior in strength?How should Master respond?

Sang Luojiu, who had lingering fears in his heart, turned his gaze to Ruyi, wanting to welcome Master back so that he could take care of him.

How could Ruyi not understand things that he could understand?

He stared at Haijing for a moment, then waved his hand, Sang Luojiu instinctively reached out to catch it, only to find that it was only Haijing's wooden sword that was in his arms.

Ruyi leaned over, picked up Feng Ruzhi horizontally, and quickly entered the building.

Luo Fuchun figured out a few joints, but still didn't understand very well, seeing Ruyi hugging Master and leaving, he called out "Master" stupidly, seeing that there was no response, he became even more anxious, and grabbed Sang Luojiu's arm Arm, followed quickly, pulling Sang Luojiu staggering all the way.

Feng Ruyuan fainted for a short time, and when he was placed on Haijing's still warm bed, he became faintly conscious, and murmured: "...Smoke."

Rao was impatient and flustered, Luo Fuchun couldn't laugh or cry.

...I want to smoke as soon as I wake up. Master's elegant disease will never be cured.

He knelt on the step stool beside the bed: "Master, it won't be too late to smoke after recuperating."

Feng Rugu narrowed his eyes and glanced at him, snorted, turned around, and ignored him.

Luo Fuchun was taken aback for a moment: "Master?"

Feng Ruyuan ignored him, but his shoulders were shaking slightly.

Luo Fuchun finally remembered the stupid things he said before leaving in a fit of anger, guessed that he had hurt the master's heart, and was in a turmoil: "Master! It's my disciple who speaks nonsense and speaks nonsense, which made the master angry. If the master is not angry, hit me It doesn't matter if the apprentice is given a meal or scolded, just... I just beg Master not to be angry, and be careful not to hurt your body..."

Feng Ruyu remained indifferent.

Luo Fuchun was anxious and sad, seeing tears were about to come down, he turned his mind and noticed the bong that Feng Ruxin put on the table, he immediately took it, knelt down and offered it, with a voice Crying: "Master, don't feel bad, this disciple will offer smoke to Master..."

Feng Ruyuan secretly opened one eye, and there was clearly a sly smile in his eyes.

He turned around, carelessly stroked Luo Fuchun's hair, and praised: "Good boy."

This scene fell in everyone's eyes, even Hai Jing who didn't know anything felt that Luo Fuchun was very pitiful, he was tricked by his master to the point of tears, and in the end he was so grateful.

Ruyi on the side remained silent, Quan assumed that he was not the one who carried Feng Ruyi up, and only held Haijing's sword up to look carefully.

After looking at it for a while, he threw the sword into Haijing's arms, along with a note.

"It's stained with demonic energy, so it's not clean. Remove the filth from it."

Ruyi has been harmed by demons since birth, so he doesn't have any good feelings for demons.

Feng Rugu, who was leaning on the bed, glanced at the note from afar, and wondered if he could read the content clearly, but he just smiled slightly, without any special emotion.

As far as Hai Jing was concerned, the moment he woke up, the sun was high, and before he had time to tidy himself up, he saw that the atmosphere of the crowd was strange, as if something important had happened.

But since Ruyi ordered him to do something, Haijing didn't dare to say too much, squatting quietly in a corner of the room, silently recited the Buddha's gatha to dispel the evil energy on the sword, and at the same time pricked up his ears, trying to understand everything.

Everyone had countless questions to ask, but the scars on Feng Rugu's body were too horrifying, even Luo Fuchun, who was the heartiest, didn't dare to ask questions about it, for a while, the room was silent.

It was Sang Luojiu who was the first to ask: "Master, is the mastermind behind the scenes someone from the evil way?"

With the cigarette holder in his mouth, Feng Ruzhi said vaguely, "Maybe."

The answer was vague, but Luo Fuchun had already decided with all his heart: "Sword stained with demonic energy, of course it has something to do with demonic ways! Those demonic ways are really ruthless, and they still haunt Master until now!"

Luo Fuchun was quite indignant for Feng Ruyu, and Sang Luojiu rarely agreed with his senior brother's judgment: "Back then in the 'Leaving World', master killed many of them, and the demonic people hated master to the bone, and set up this series of poisonous schemes to force master to come out of the mountain , is also reasonable.”

As the smoke entered and exited, some blood returned to Feng Ruyuan's lips.

The bright red lips opened and closed, only to swallow the clouds, but did not speak.

Luo Fuchun deeply agrees, but there is still one thing he doesn't understand.

He turned to Feng Rugu: "Master, you want us to leave so that you can lure the person behind the scenes to deal with you. You can tell us clearly beforehand, why bother to lie to us?"

"Let me tell you clearly in advance?" Feng Rugu smiled, "I can trust Luo Jiu. If I told you in advance, would you and Master have the nerve to bully me like just now?"

As soon as the word "bullying" came out, Luo Fuchun's face flushed instantly, and Ruyi also looked away unnaturally.

"That person is very thoughtful, and it is very likely that he is spying in the dark." After coquettishly skilful to the younger generation, Feng Ruyuan became serious again, "I tell you in advance, if he finds out that we have conspired in advance, he will not show up , then wouldn’t I set up this game for nothing?”

Sang Luojiu changed the topic for the embarrassed senior brother: "Master, has the person behind the scenes already met?"

"No." Feng Rugu said, "He also sent others.... So I guessed right, he is really a thoughtful person, and he is used to scheming."

Luo Fuchun still blushed, and muttered in dissatisfaction: "Hiding your head and showing your tail, killing people secretly, what kind of conspiracy?"

Feng Rugu looked at his stupid apprentice, and planned to teach him a lesson: "Let me ask you, the mastermind behind the scenes killed a total of 16 people, including Miss Wen San, what is the purpose?"

Luo Fuchun thought for a while: "It's to let Master go down the mountain."

"Yes, even you can see what his purpose is. But can I not go down the mountain?"

Luo Fuchun was tongue-tied.

...The mastermind behind the scenes used fifteen corpses and one head to form a huge blood pen with the word "Feng", and ended it with the head of Master's fiancée as the blood pen, which obviously pointed to Master.

If the master doesn't go down the mountain to catch the thief himself, then the victim sect will definitely force him to go up to Fengling Mountain and force the master to give Taoism and Buddhism an explanation.

Therefore, Master had no choice but to go down the mountain on his own initiative before the crowd raised their voices, avoiding their words.

Feng Ruzhi continued to follow the temptation: "Think again, why did we come to the ancient city at the foot of Mizhi Mountain to investigate the murder of monks in Hanshan Temple? Why didn't we go to other places to investigate first?"

Luo Fuchun had never thought about such a simple matter before, but after thinking about it carefully, he gasped.

——Because the man did it too cleanly, except for Tang Dao, they couldn't find any clues about the murderer.

The only clue is the zelkova leaves that are specially produced in Mizhi Mountain and left under the tree where Miss Wensan's body was buried.

Therefore, they found the ancient city according to the instructions of the people behind the scenes.

Feng Rugu took advantage of the situation to tell him: "We are also accompanied by Master Ruyi. Master Ruyi is a member of Hanshan Temple, and the monks of Hanshan Temple were killed in the beech forest by coincidence. So..."

Luo Fuchun finally understood, and continued: "Master Ruyi is the monk who protects the temple, and he is responsible for investigating the killing of the monks in Hanshan Temple. If he finds any clues related to the murdered monks, he will definitely choose to come to the ancient city first. !"

If you take a look at Feng, you can take a look.

As a mere layman, he is not worthy of the title of "Master Ruyi".

Feng Rugu talked about every master, obviously teasing him, who would have thought that he would call Luo Fuchun away by calling him that.

Over there, as Luo Fuchun was talking, he felt something was wrong again: "Master, it doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense."

Feng Rugu: "What's wrong?"

Luo Fuchun: "In the beginning, when you were going down the mountain, it was the uncle who wrote a letter asking Master Ruyi to protect you. How did the black hands behind the scenes calculate that Master Ruyi would walk with us?"

Feng Rugu asked back: "Why can't it be counted?"

Luo Fuchun was at a loss.

Feng Ruzhi wrote lightly: "I have many grievances in the devil's way. Senior brother will not rest assured that I will go down the mountain alone. But he has to be in charge of Fengling's affairs, so he can't be separated. Junior sister Yan went down to investigate the death of Fengling's disciple, and she was not in the mountain. Therefore, he should seek help from someone he can trust. Therefore..."

Luo Fuchun looked at Ruyi, and then a chill came over his heart.

"So..." he murmured, "The person in charge is also very familiar with Fengling affairs..."

Luo Fuchun's heart was like a stormy sea, turbulent. In contrast, Feng Rugu's reaction was flat, obviously he had seen through the step-by-step planning of the people behind the scenes.

"Obviously know what he's going to do, but you can't avoid it, you can't dodge it, and you fall into his schemes every step of the way. This is a conspiracy." Feng Rugu patted his eyebrows, "Silly boy, learn a little bit." .”

"But he still can't beat Master!" Luo Fuchun broke out in a cold sweat, and puffed out his chest inexplicably proudly, "That person wanted to take advantage of our absence to assassinate Master, didn't he still get driven away by Master?!"

Feng Rugu held his forehead for a moment: "Gonna, I'm really playing the piano with the cow. Next time when I talk about strategies, I'll just take Luojiu with me."

Luo Fuchun shrank his head from the training, but Sang Luojiu heard the overtones, he held Luo Fuchun with one hand and Haijing with the other: "Master is tired, tell Master to rest first."

Luo Fuchun wanted to ask how the wound on Master's body came about, but before he could open his mouth, Sang Luojiu dragged him out of the door.

Ruyi stood still.

Feng Ruyuan was wrapped in his monk's robe and curled up on the bed, his simple and elegant color slightly diluted the beauty of his facial features, but it matched him very well: "Master, is there anything else?"

Ru Xing, who was only wearing a thin underclothes, went to the bed, took his bong with his hands, laid him down silently, turned over on his side, and pulled back the collar of his monk's robe, exposing a piece of cloth on his shoulder. bruised.

... He just screwed it out with his own hands.

Ruyi stretched out his hand to touch it, then withdrew it, turned his eyes away, and looked at his wrist.

——The junction of Feng Rugu's wrist bone and hand bone has a very beautiful arc, but there is a circle of bruised finger marks on it.

If Feng Ruyuan was wearing clothes, these marks would probably not have the chance to be shown to others, and would be covered up by him, just like the scratches on his body, covered with lotus flowers, never to see the light of day.

For example, the eyes are darkened, only to feel that the person in front of him is strange and contradictory.

Said he was smart, but he did stupid things that put him in danger.

He is benevolent and righteous, but he can steal Lai Haijing's soul without blinking an eyelid.

It is said that he is hypocritical, but he always hides his scars.

If you can't see through him, you simply don't spend your mind on irrelevant things, take out the wound medicine, pull out the medicine plug, and the room is filled with the smell of medicine.

Feng Rugu let out an "ah" and was about to get up: "Don't bother, my name is Fuchun and the others..."

Ruyi didn't say anything, just pressed Feng Ruyuan back on the bed with one hand.

Feng Ruyuan didn't move, he leaned on his arm and let him toss about.

When she began to apply the medicine, Ruyi realized that Feng Rugu's skin was indeed thin and tender, just touching and rubbing the medicine oil, the skin on her body showed a thin layer of red.

Because the wound medicine is a liquid, if you apply it on your shoulders, it will inevitably run down, so Ruyi took off his monk robe.

The moment the clothes were pulled off, Ruyi frowned slightly.

Feng Rugu's body was covered with clumps of green lotuses, and a beautiful red lotus bloomed on the back of his waist.

Last time in the Tangchi of Wenshi Mountain, Ru caught a glimpse of the green lotus tattoo on Feng Rugu's body, but because he refused to take a closer look, he didn't pay attention to it.

...But he didn't remember that there was a lotus blooming on Feng Rugu's body, and it bloomed so strangely, scorching like a burning fire.