Everyone owes me a favor

In the desert, the wind and sand were blowing wildly, and the sky and the earth were all pale yellow.

Two people, two swords, one in front and one behind, walking in the sand.

Even though the wind was howling and the sandstorm was sweeping, the two of them still walked very steadily, because the person in front had used the tactic to avoid the wind, Wan Sha passed over, but did not touch his clothes at all.

He was not stingy about the excessive overflow of spiritual power, and he firmly protected the two of them, holding a sheepskin map in one hand, and a trick in the other, and the sleeves trimmed with silver-purple piping fluttered in the wind.

The person walking behind was pale and thin, and only walked with his head sullen, his expression not very good.

When the wind passed by, the sleeves of the person behind him were lifted up, revealing the traces of a full circle of stitches on his left wrist.

...that hand seemed to have been chopped off at the wrist, and then forcibly put back together.

As they walked, the person in front stood still, holding the map in his hand, with a look of distress on his face: "Hey, let me tell you, help me take a look..."

As he said that, he turned his head and found that the people following him had walked out of the protection range of the Wind Avoidance Art without making a sound, and walked towards the distance, and they had already walked a certain distance, leaving him with only a vague back.

Sand hit the man's face like a wasp, and he didn't seem to feel any pain, and walked forward on his own.

The person in front was taken aback, and shouted "Xu Pingsheng" twice, but seeing that he ignored him, he had no choice but to chase after him.

The man named "Xu Pingsheng" turned a deaf ear to the call, stretched his long legs, and ran all the way, not stopping until he reached his destination.

Those are a few clumps of camel thorns that still stand upright in the strong wind.

Xu Pingsheng chose the leeward spot where the camel stabbed, sat down with his knees crossed, and only waited for the man to come after him.

When doing these things, his expression was cold and indifferent the whole time.

Seeing Xu Pingsheng's natural appearance, the people who came after him got angry and slapped him on the head.

Xu Pingsheng obviously had a delicate and self-confident face, but he fought back unceremoniously after being beaten: "Why did you hit me?!"

"Running around? What if I lose you?"

"You hit me."

"What's wrong with hitting you?! You still dare to hit me?!...You still hit me?"

Two people fought for a while, you pushed me and you pushed yours, staring at each other, both angry with each other.

After all the nonsense, the man was exhausted, so he simply sat down beside Xu Pingsheng: "I'm so tired, can you save me some snacks, why are you getting angry for no reason?"

Xu Pingsheng stared: "I didn't make trouble."

As he spoke, Xu Pingsheng unbuttoned his front and took off his clothes, revealing criss-cross stitched scars all over his body.

He stretched his clothes to cover the heads of the two of them.

The other person was a little surprised by his sudden action: "...what are you doing?"

Xu Pingsheng said, "Rest."

He continued intermittently: "You haven't slept for three days. Don't waste your spiritual power on unnecessary things. Wait, the wind stops, and then look for the ore lode."

This stuttering and not fluent expression made the other person startled, and his heart warmed slightly.

After thinking for a while, he took off the wind-shielding formula, and sat in the small protective wall that was propped up by a few clumps of camel thorns and a piece of clothing, which was almost non-existent.

The strong wind whizzed past the two people who were standing side by side. He could only speak loudly so that Xu Pingsheng could hear his voice: "Do you love me?"

Xu Pingsheng put his clothes on the heads of the two to shield them from the wind and sand, and at the same time risked filling his mouth with sand in the sound of the wind and sand, and scolded him loudly: "I'm sick!"

The other party responded politely: "You are the only one who is sick! You are not dumb. You didn't know how to talk when you followed me just now. It made me worry to death!"

Xu Pingsheng fell silent, resting his chin on his knees, not looking at him.

The other party bent his smiling eyes: "You know I won't abandon you, don't you?"

Xu Pingsheng pursed his lips and stared at him fiercely.

When he was about to tease Xu Pingsheng a few words, he suddenly felt something and raised his head.

In the wind and sand all over the sky, a blue butterfly came lightly, its wings parted the wind and sand, and landed on his fingertips.

It was a letter from Jing Sanchai of Qianjiyuan, and the content was also very concise:

Uncle Thirty-four, please return quickly after receiving the letter.Feng Dayan is also in the courtyard, he has something to ask.

……

Half a day ago, Moxiu Thirty-four was still in the bitter and hot desert. According to the sheepskin map, he planned to find the vein of the spirit stone so that it could be used by the Bushimen.

Half a day later, he was sitting in Jing Sanchai's Qianji Courtyard, sipping freshly picked tea. Opposite him was his second nephew, Feng Rugu, whom Jing Sanchai called "Feng Dayan".

——Because Feng Ruyuan wears glasses on one eye, his right eye looks slightly bigger than the other one against the backdrop of the crystal mirror.

In the main house, there is only Feng Ruyi and Ruyi.

Jing Sanchai had just arranged for the four little demon cultivators to hide in the underground of Qianjiyuan, and there was a lot of work on hand, so he didn't have time to sit down and chat with them.He was only in charge of contacting Shang Sansi, and now he had left Qianjiyuan and went to work elsewhere.

Xu Pingsheng, who was brought by Thirty Four, obediently stayed in the atrium, sitting opposite a thrush in a cage, observing each other vigilantly.

...and someone was watching him.

Luo Fuchun, Sang Luojiu, and Hai Jing stood side by side in the hut in the side yard, looking at him through the slit paper window.

"He's a waking corpse, right?" Hai Jing leaned against the window and said in a low voice, "I heard from others that there was a waking corpse next to Moxiu Thirty-four, who followed him all the time. This is a wake-up corpse, isn't it?"

Luo Fuchun and Sang Luojiu looked at each other with complicated expressions.

Haijing noticed that the atmosphere was different, and looked at them curiously.

Sang Luojiu explained: "...Xu Pingsheng, the awakened corpse...is our master Xiaoyao Jun, and also my master's master's elder brother."

Luo Fuchun added: "My biological brother."

"He?" Haijing was surprised, "...how could it be?"

This is a secret matter of Fengling, so it cannot be mentioned in detail to outsiders.

In order to distract Haijing's attention, Luo Fuchun told Haijing thirty-four things about his life.

Thirty-four, pure demon blood, orthodox demon descendant.The crow blue eyes are the symbol of his pure blood.

For those who are still alive in this world, there is probably no magic path with a purer blood than his.

The two flourishing ages of the Demon Dao in the past hundred years, one was created by his uncle Saluo, and the other was created by his cousin Jiuzhideng.

I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune, he doesn't know these two people very well, only a layer of blood.

In the first prosperous age, he was not as tall as a sword, so he didn't participate.

In the second prosperous age, he became a traitor to the evil way.

At that time, the Taoist sect was invaded by the evil way, and the four sects were dispersed, causing countless deaths and injuries.

After the catastrophe happened, Thirty-four, who did not participate in it and had no interest in the dispute between Taoism and demons, accidentally picked up Xu Pingsheng, who had been refined into a corpse, and a Taoist disciple who had been hiding in a mountain.

Thirty-four was not fond of killing by nature, and only used the obsession and obsession of demons for swordsmanship, and was obsessed with swordsmanship.

And the most important one among his sword friends was the young Fengling Xiaoyaojun, Xu Xingzhi.

Relying on his thin and thin blood relationship status, Thirty-four brazenly begged Jiuzhideng, the master of the magic way at that time, to come to this mountain for cultivation.

... This mountain disciple, he saved for Xu Xingzhi.

He spent the 13 years he could have indulged in protecting these disciples until the four sects accumulated strength and made a comeback.

The demonic way collapsed, and he became a benefactor of the Taoist sect and a sinner of the demonic sect.

He unloaded the heavy burden, took Xu Pingsheng, the corpse who recognized him as the master but rarely listened to him, and occasionally traveled to the mountains and rivers, occasionally went back to the cave where he stayed for 13 years to recuperate, and occasionally dealt with the revenge of the demon way, which was considered free. A few years passed.

However, the world is sad and cannot survive a "good times don't last long".

Nine years ago, Xiaoyao Lord Xu Xingzhi and his Taoist companion Meng Chongguang ascended to heaven.

Since then, some trails have begun to move around,

Thirty-four is always a demon cultivator, or a pure-blooded demon cultivator. He is in the same line as his uncle and his cousin. How can we guarantee that he has no ambitions?

Taking ten thousand steps back, he did do good things for the Taoist sect back then, but as a demon cultivator, he could betray the demonic way, so wouldn't he betray the Taoist sect in the future?

Moreover, in the eyes of some ambitious Taoists, Thirty-four is an excellent target to use.

All these hidden undercurrents were detonated in the spring eight years ago.

On that day, Thirty-four walked down the mountain alone, walked on the road in an ordinary way, and rescued a little boy from the Daoist sect who was besieged by the blood sect of the demonic way.

After blasting those blood sects away, Thirty-four stretched out his hand to drag the young master.

Thirty-four didn't mind seeing him trembling and limp on the ground.

When he drew his sword just now, the devilish energy overflowed, he must have frightened him, thinking that he was going to harm him.

Thinking of this, he no longer cared about this young man, picked up the scabbard he had left aside, patted the dust, and glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bunch of small purple flowers by the roadside, thinking that it was worn on Xu Pingsheng's head It might be interesting to read, so I leaned over to pick it.

Then, he saw a soft sword passing through his chest.

In the past few years, he has been besieged and ambushed by demons countless times, and he retreated completely, most of the time without even scratching a piece of oily skin.

He couldn't figure out why this sword was pierced by a member of the Taoist sect whom he still trusted?

Thirty-four turned around and saw a face full of panic and joy.

The little boy's hands were trembling, his voice was trembling, half nervous, half ecstatic: "You are Thirty Four, hahaha, aren't you? Really?! I killed Thirty Four, I killed..."

This little boy was young and energetic, and he was really too impatient.

His soft sword didn't hurt Thirty-four's vitals.

And he never noticed the situation behind him.

He was immersed in the pride and joy of "killing Moxiu Thirty-four", until his lungs were pierced from behind by a long sword.

After waking up and realizing that Thirty-four was not there, he followed Xu Pingsheng who had come down the mountain, holding a three-foot green blade, and stood behind the struggling young master with a cold expression and extremely angry eyes.

Thirty-four and a half knelt down, gritted his teeth and pulled out the sword with his backhand, but did not stop Xu Pingsheng's movements.

Xu Pingsheng clenched the long sword in his hand, and after turning it slightly, he pulled the sword out of the wailing young master expressionlessly, changed the place, and stabbed down again.

After twelve sword strikes, the young master died of anger.

That year, the Taoist sect fell into chaos.

Headed by the family of the victimized young master, many small Taoist sects spontaneously gathered and surrounded the mountain, demanding that Thirty-four hand over the murdered corpse and give an explanation to all the Taoist sects.

To this, Thirty-four's answer was uniform: "Fuck you. Whoever wants him will stand in front of me and talk to my sword."

People from Fengling Mountain, Danyang Peak, and Yingtianchuan have all been in love with Thirty-four. Seeing this situation, how could they allow him to be humiliated like this, they all volunteered to mediate.

At that time, Feng Rugu, who had been out of the "Leaving World" for two years and was still recuperating in bed, stopped everyone's actions.

He pointed to the crux of the incident in a concise and concise manner: "Uncle Thirty-four will no longer be able to gain a foothold in the righteous way if the twelve swords go down."

Chang Boning rarely frowned: "We can intervene."

"That's very good." Feng Rugu said, "We stepped forward to speak for Uncle Thirty-four, and it fell into their favor."

Chang Boning: "Why?"

Feng Rugu smiled and said, "Brother, why are you so naive? Uncle Thirty-four is an old friend of Master; Uncle Pingsheng is Master's elder brother. If we take the initiative to come forward, in the eyes of the world, it is to protect the devil for personal gain. At that time, the reputation of the three sects will inevitably be frustrated, and those small dao sects will have a chance to rise to the top. They are waiting for this opportunity."

Chang Boning: "Uncle Thirty-four has saved countless people from other sects. He shouldn't be treated like this."

Feng Rugu: "Even if he has saved so many people, Uncle Thirty-four is still a demon. This cannot be easier."

Chang Boning: "If you don't save your benefactor, if you don't save your benefactor, what's the use of getting the reputation of the Taoist school?"

"Uncle Thirty-four definitely thinks the same way." Feng Rugu said, "So, in order not to embarrass us, he will not accept mediation.... He will draw a line with us."

Feng Ruyu became a prophecy.

That night, Thirty-four burned his own cave with a big fire, stood on the top of the mountain in the fire, looked around at the Taoists surrounding him, laughed three times, full of contempt.

More than a thousand Taoist priests tried to stop him, but he was still seriously injured and made a way out. He took his awakened corpse and passed away in front of everyone's eyes, without a trace.

Because of this incident, Thirty-one became the laughing stock of demons for a while.

——Look, you protect righteous people like this, and when there is internal strife, don't you just sacrifice yourself?Now he is not tolerated by the righteous way and reviled by the evil way, I am afraid that he will have a difficult life in the future.

Thirty-four never paid attention to these rumors.

When Thirty-four reappeared in the mortal world, he actually returned to the way of magic, and became Lin Xuejing's seated, unworldly disciple.

In the main house.

Feng Rugu, who was always tired, took the initiative to pour tea for Sasi: "Uncle Sansi, how are you doing?"

Thirty-four drank the tea in the cup: "I've been looking for a leyline recently. It is said that in the depths of the desert, there is a vein of spirit stone growing on it. I haven't found it after searching for several days. It's really hard."

Thirty-four doesn't seem to mind pouring bitter water on the younger generation, and Ruyi who is on the side can also see that this person is completely honest and trustworthy to Feng Ruyi. Will not betray him.

That sword in the back didn't chill his heart.

In front of Thirty-four, Feng Rugu was rare and well-behaved: "Uncle, you have worked hard."

Thirty-four lamented: "Who says it's not? It's a good thing for a man with no hands in China, but he has a hard-working life."

Feng Rugu didn't make many circles with him to delay his business. After some politeness, he got straight to the point: "How is Uncle Thirty-four at Bushimen? How is Lin Xuejing treating you?"

"Everything is fine, but there are too many affairs in the sect. Our sect master Lin Xuejing has always been indifferent. I will take care of the affairs in the sect. I don't know when he will come back to help. .”

Feng Rugu blinked: "Uncle hasn't seen him for a long time?"

Thirty-four nodded: "Long time no see."

If you take a look at Feng Rugu, Feng Rugu also looks back.

The eyes of the two met for a moment, and they understood the meaning of each other's eyes.

...Is it Lin Xuejing wearing a mask and black clothes, killing people everywhere?

...not necessarily.

Thirty-four watched the two of them flirt, raised his brows, and said neatly: "You are looking for me because of the recent Tang Dao murder."

Feng Ruyu lowered his eyelashes: "Uncle Thirty-four also knows?"

Thirty-four waved his hands: "If you doubt Lin Xuejing, then there's no need. He only likes to play with some superficial self-created spiritual arts, and he doesn't know anything about swordsmanship."

If you think about it.

What ability does such a person have to make people like Thirty-four follow him?

Thirty-four's mind was very clear, and after seeing the same thing at a glance, he touched the sword at his waist with his hands.

"Lin Xuejing wins people's hearts. He never relies on this." He reached out and tapped his forehead again, "...He relies on this."