Everyone owes me a favor

After sending Chang Boning away, Haijing waited for a long time without arriving, and simply began to discuss with Sang Luojiu and Luo Fuchun where to go next.

Yan Jiangnan had already gone to investigate the death of Feng Ling's disciple, so they didn't need to go again.

The death incident of the Hanshan Temple disciples had a basic clue, and the love test jade sent by the man in black was also handed over to Thirty-four for investigation. Where they should go next became a very important question.

The three young people, who together were less than 60 years old, bumped into each other and lay down on a map to study their whereabouts.

Hai Jing suggested: "It's better to go to Yongjing Mountain, where the first murder happened."

Luo Fuchun groaned, and habitually turned his head to ask Sang Luojiu: "Luojiu, where do you want to go?"

"I don't dare to be good at it..." Sang Luojiu smiled gently, "However, if the master chooses, he should choose this place."

He rolled up his sleeves and pointed to a point on the map gracefully.

... Jianchuan.

There are three small Taoist gates near Jianchuan, and the corpse point is just at the junction of the three Taoist gates.

The deceased was a disciple of a side sect, so when the body was discovered, although the three small dao gates were shaken, they were not too flustered.

Haijing was curious: "Why here?"

Luo Fuchun also muttered, but after thinking about his master's inferences about the man in black's behavior, his expression changed, and he wanted to stop Sang Luojiu from speaking.

Sang Luojiu didn't shy away from it, and said peacefully: "Among the three Taoist gates, one is my home, the Feihua Gate."

Haijing's memory is not bad, and he still remembers the casual chat with Luo Sang when they first met.

What's more, after getting along for nearly ten days, he thought that everyone had gotten to know each other quite well, so he couldn't hold back his gossiping heart, and said: "Benefactor Sang, I remember you said that you started three years ago? Brother Luo... ..."

"Brother got started three years earlier than me." Sang Luojiu was very kind, "Haijing, I'm only one year older than you. You don't have to call me every benefactor. You can call me Luojiu. My family name is Hua, and you can also call me Luojiu." You can call me Xiaohua, it's okay."

Haijing couldn't help laughing: "This is too inappropriate. But... your family name is Hua, why did you change it to Sang?"

Luo Fuchun interrupted angrily: "I just said that my elder brother's name is Xiao Rang, do you think my surname is Luo?"

Hai Jing was just getting involved in Daoist affairs, and she still didn't know much about many things, so she just stared at the words and was at a loss for what to do.

Sang Luojiu touched Luo Fuchun's back soothingly, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, it's been so many years, and you still care so much."

"Can I not care?!" Luo Fuchun said angrily, "If it's just changing the name and track number, I wouldn't say anything about Master, but it's wrong for him to change our surname at will! Besides, he changed the name of the wine indiscriminately— —”

Sang Luojiu rubbed the tip of his nose, and explained to Haijing: "When we started, Master changed our names. My brother's real name is Xiao, but my full name is Xiao Ran; my surname is Hua, and my full name is Hua Bieyun."

Seeing that the two had completely different attitudes towards the name change, Hai Jing was surprised for a while: "Luo Jiu, you don't seem to mind this much?"

"I am my father's illegitimate child, so my name is not honorable." Sang Luojiu said, "Master can change it whenever he wants, it is nothing to me."

Sang Luojiu talked about his life experience so calmly that he even asked Hai Jing to react for a while before realizing what he said.

Looking at the dazed Hai Jing, Sang Luojiu folded his hands behind his back, his eyebrows and eyes warm: "...will you look down on me?"

Haijing shook her head hastily, and at the same time, new doubts floated in her heart.

...Judging from his simple cognition, Taoist sect has been in a bad mood in recent years, and family status is extremely important. Although Sang Luojiu's character and talent are first-class, but after all, he bears the title of "illegitimate child". He said that he couldn't even touch the edge of Fengling Mountain, so how could he worship Yunzhongjun's sect and become his disciple?

Haijing was impatiently curious, and when she pondered her words and asked this question, Sang Luojiu pursed her lips with joy: "It's just a story not worth mentioning."

...It's not worth mentioning, just like the one who was brought into Hua's house back then.

Sang Luojiu that year was only seven years old.

In his memory, his mother was surnamed Li, a gentle shepherdess who lived near Lijia Village.Their home is a detached and dilapidated thatched house that often leaks, so he learned to repair the roof at a very young age.

When I was a child, my mother always put him on the back of a sheep to count the white sheep-like clouds in the sky, while she played the flute on the side, which was a fascinating Yimeng ditty.

She taught Sang Luojiu to be optimistic and laugh in everything.

Sang Luojiu also grew up happily and healthily as she wished.

The only thing that makes Sang Luojiu sad is that he has no father.

The children in the village laughed at him and came to ask his father which sheep it was.

When he was very young, he asked his mother once where his father had gone.

For the next two days, the corners of my mother's mouth were raised, but there was no smile in her eyes, only sparkling waves.

From then on, Sang Luojiu never asked again.

He put aside some excessively insulting words from the words of the adults in the village, and pieced together a rough truth.

——When my mother was young, she rescued a Taoist surnamed Hua who was injured by the devil, and took good care of her.The Taoist priest stayed in Li's Village and recuperated for half a year. Attracted by her beauty and gentleness, he believed in a jade pendant and made a lifelong bet with her. His mother's parents also acquiesced in this matter.

Later, the mother became pregnant, but the flower priest received a spiritual letter, saying that his father had gone wrong in his cultivation and had become obsessed.Hua Daochang said that his mother was pregnant and it was not suitable to travel far, and promised that he would come back to meet him after he finished taking care of the affairs in the mountains.

Once he left, he never came back.

The mother held the jade pendant and waited until the child was born. Then she and her parents gradually realized that they didn't know where the huadao master lived or where the fairy mountain was.

Parents can't be wrong.So, the fault was all on the mother.

In the end, the parents couldn't bear the pointing and pointing of the villagers, so they asked their daughter to take the family's three sheep, a roll of quilt prepared for the newlyweds, and a crying baby to live in the old house of the Li family that was leaking from the rain and the wind.

As Sang Luojiu grew up, the children in the village would intensify their ridicule and bullying towards Sang Luojiu. Sometimes, they would even go to their mother and ask her if they wanted to give her a younger ram, which made her angry. The mother was both ashamed and sad.

A few days later, the child who led the disturbance went up the mountain to cut firewood, but on the way he must pass, his ankle was clamped by a rusty animal trap.

When the child was brought back to the village screaming all the way.Many doctors said that it is necessary to pick the healing herb "Chengxicao" native to the mountains, grind it into juice, and apply it on the affected area, otherwise, not to mention this leg, I am afraid that I will lose my life.

The child's parents hurried up the mountain to look for it.

But perhaps it was fate, the rising breath grass that is not uncommon at ordinary times, at this time, I couldn't find any of them.

When the child's parents were almost desperate, it turned out that Sang Luojiu took a handful of rose grass and limped to the door of the child's house.

He said that he picked it on the edge of a cliff. For this reason, a branch cut a deep bone on his leg.

That's how the child's leg was saved.

The child's parents are very grateful to Sang Luojiu.

In this regard, Sang Luojiu, who was six years old at the time, already had the rudiments of the smiling face of an adult: "Mother taught me to be kind to my neighbors and neighbors, this is what I should do."

His mother stroked his hair proudly and praised him for a job well done.

He curled up in his mother's arms, with the corners of his mouth slightly lowered, but he felt unprecedented happiness and peace of mind.

But later, he couldn't even keep this bit of happiness and peace of mind.

When he was seven years old, a fire broke out inexplicably in his home.

Flocks of sheep broke through the fence and ran separately. Wrapped in a soaked quilt, he was thrown by his mother through the small burning window, but his mother was crushed on the collapsed burning roof before he could jump out of the window. Down, no more sound.

And before he had time to scrape through the ruins, he was picked up by a pair of hands and flew into the air, riding the fog and clouds all the way, and was brought into a completely unfamiliar Taoist temple.

The Taoist who brought him, everyone called him Hua Erye.

He introduced them one by one, saying that this is Feihuamen, and that the bearded and black-clothed person on the top is your father, Hua Ruohong, and the seat next to Feihuamen was originally reserved for Miss Zhu from Baishengmen, who is adjacent to Feihuamen. The lady in charge of Feihua Sect belonged to her, but she was ill and could not come.Sitting first on the left side of the lower head is your second brother Hua Biefeng, and the one in the nanny's arms is your third brother Hua Bieshuang.

Second Master Hua himself is Hua Ruohong's younger brother.

The superior Hua Ruohong took Sang Luojiu to his knees and sat down, held his hand, and explained, "I have been asking your second uncle to watch you mother and son from afar all these years, But I can't do anything, I didn't expect to save you by mistake today... I am sorry for your mother."

He lowered his voice: "Back then, being a father did have unavoidable difficulties. Parents' orders must not be violated, especially... Zhu Niang was pointed out to me by my father before he died. I have to marry. For this reason, I have always been ashamed You mother and son, now that something has happened to Li Niang, I will certainly do my father's duty to bring you back so that you can be raised well."

Sang Luojiu lowered her brows and eyes, but her eyes rolled unobtrusively.

He looked at the second younger brother who had an undisguised contempt for him, at the nanny who was holding the baby but seemed to be listening to what was going on here, and then at the empty chair beside him.

Sang Luojiu has always been aware of her own expenses.

All these years, father had not given mother anything, only thought that the mother and son did not exist in this world, and clearly ignored them for seven years, why did he come so quickly after the fire in his house?

By accident?Where did all the mistakes come from?

Mother had always been careful about candles, and Sang Luojiu was even more cautious by nature. Tonight's candle was extinguished by himself, so how could there be such a fire from the sky for no reason?

And the second younger brother Hua Biefeng's disgust towards him doesn't seem like he knew about his existence early on.

The hatred is still fresh, and Sang Luojiu, who has learned a lot about the world since he was a child, can feel it.

In other words, the wife from a Taoist family probably only recently found out that her husband has an old lover outside and an illegitimate child.

If it was such a Miss Jiao, she would definitely ask Hua Ruohong to kill the two of them together.

But to Hua Ruohong, women don't matter, but the son is his own.

So, the mother died, and he was still alive.

Sang Luojiu held on to Hua Ruohong's hand, thinking, my father whom I have never met, if I were you, after setting that fire and erasing mother's "mistake", I would wait patiently In January and a half, when the child was ridiculed as Kemuk's father and suffered humiliation, he reached out to help.At that time, I will definitely appreciate you more.

...you are too impatient.

But he didn't say anything.

Hua Ruohong made things so rough, it was obvious that he was treating him like a seven-year-old child who didn't know much about people.

Then, he should also give him the response that a seven-year-old child should have.

Sang Luojiu raised his head and smiled at his father with tears in his eyes. The curve of his mouth and the light in his eyes were exactly the same as his mother's.

He obviously felt his father's whole body trembling, and the feigned tenderness in his eyes became a little more real, and he hugged him, feeling sad from it: "Bie Yun, it's the father who is sorry for you, it is the father who is sorry for your mother—"

His crying was real, so Sang Luojiu shed two tears in response, making Hua Biefeng's face look extremely ugly.

And the third younger brother Hua Bieshuang at the side also seemed to feel it, and burst into tears when he was a baby.

Sang Luojiu spent the whole night tidying herself up neatly.

During this period, he only spent an hour, nestling in a corner and weeping silently.

After getting up early, he wiped away his tears and took the initiative to greet Mrs. Zhu, even getting up earlier than her eldest son.

Mrs. Zhu looked ruddy, she didn't seem sick, but she looked at Sang Luojiu with cold eyes, probably because she was dissatisfied with her husband who killed his mother and kept the child, and brought the child back to make things difficult for her.

If this boy died far away like his mother, he would be out of sight and out of mind, but let her kill such a little boy with soft eyes like water, Mrs. Zhu thinks she is not so cruel.

Sang Luojiu turned a blind eye to Mrs. Zhu's eyes, but walked slowly to Hua Bieshuang's side.

"It's so cute." Sang Luojiu said softly, "Madam, can I hug him?"

Mrs. Zhu showed a fake smile: "It's possible. Are you brothers?"

From that day on, Sang Luojiu became the young master's servant and bodyguard, and the second young master's sandbag and punching pole.

Of course Mrs. Zhu would not trust such a poor boy raised by a shepherdess, and secretly sent a nanny to watch him.

The food and clothing he handles must be carefully inspected by the nanny.

If Sang Luojiu dared to attack her child, then she would have enough reason to sue Hua Ruohong and throw him out of Feihua Gate.

However, Sang Luojiu is really an impeccable good boy.

Not only did he not move any tricks or have any thoughts that he shouldn't have, but he was sincerely kind to Shuang'er.

When Shuang'er cried in the middle of the night, when she changed diapers, when she was babbling, and when she was a toddler, Sang Luojiu was always by her side to wait on her, teaching her word for word, pampering her little by little, and she was always Sang Luojiu when she got sick several times. Clothed and guarded by the side, he stayed up all night and night, and even the nanny who was in charge of monitoring was really moved.

When learning to speak, the first word Shuang'er uttered was "father and mother", not "big brother".

Mrs. Zhu was very satisfied with this detail.

She likes Sang Luojiu's obedience and understanding of current affairs.

But she didn't realize that when Shuang'er called her parents, she was facing Sang Luojiu's direction.

Compared with the third brother's attachment to him, the second brother Hua Biefeng, who is seven months younger than him, hates Sang Luojiu very much. Therefore, when practicing swords with his second brother, Sang Luojiu will always be taught by him since he was a child. He was beaten with bruises all over his body, fell to the ground, and even coughed up blood a few times. He just went to the well to wash his clothes and face silently, and then went to take care of Shuang'er with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and greeted her with a smile. , without mentioning his own suffering.

After Shuang'er became sensible and enlightened, she felt sorry for him: "Brother, why do you let your second brother bully you?"

Sang Luojiu pinched his little face: "This is not bullying, your second brother is helping your eldest brother to hone his sword skills."

Shuang'er was furious, and decided that his elder brother was too sincere, so she secretly saw off Hua Biefeng's beloved wooden sword.

Hua Bie was so angry that the two brothers sweared at each other, and finally developed to the point of fisting each other.

Shuang'er was young, and after falling down, she broke her forehead and cried out in pain.

Since then, the pair of brothers have formed a bond.

After Hua Biefeng got a new sword, he abused Sang Luo for a long time and got more and more vigorous. He often had old wounds that had not healed, and new wounds were added, which made Shuang'er heartbroken.

He ran to his mother to complain, but the mother's words were implicated, and she actually defended the second brother more and didn't take the eldest brother seriously.

In the child's head, there is only the simple cognition of "who is good to him", so Shuang'er is angry and unbelievable, and she has a big fight with her mother, and leaves in anger.

Mrs. Zhu was startled and suspicious, and her eyes were hurt by the way her youngest son overprotected that Ono Zhong.

That night, Sang Luojiu knelt in front of the main hall all night.

In the middle of the night, Shuang'er also came crying, saying that the eldest brother knelt, and he would kneel too. Even the nanny pleaded for Sang Luojiu, saying that she always followed Shuang'er, and Sang Luojiu was really not in front of Shuang'er. He has deliberately provoked anything, and he has never said anything bad about the wife and the second son. It is Shuang'er who is impulsive and emotional, and protects his elder brother too much.

Mrs. Zhu couldn't bear the suffering of her son, so she had to call Sang Luojiu and send him to live with her second son, not allowing him to get closer to Shuang'er.

Sang Luojiu obediently obeyed.

But whether Shuang'er is obedient or not is beyond his control.

Shuang'er often came to the second brother's residence to bring him pastries, and Sang Luojiu would also play the Yimeng tune that his mother had played to him to Shuang'er.

Hua Biefeng heard it in the main hall, so he inevitably came out to mock him: "There are no sheep here for you, save yourself some effort."

Before Sang Luojiu could speak, Shuang'er would always scold him back first.

Shuang'er and this second elder brother gradually became incompatible.

Once Hua Biefeng was in a bad mood, he would spread his anger on Sang Luojiu.

In his opinion, his cheap elder brother is weak-tempered and mediocre, but he always smiles like a spring breeze, and he doesn't know what he is laughing at, which makes people feel an unknown anger.

Therefore, he often used the family-inherited sword technique to stab him left and right, and he would never stop until his wounds were exposed every time.

Soon, Sang Luojiu grew to 15 years old.

In the past eight years, there have been many anecdotes and strange things that have amazed the people in the Jianchuan Feihuamen.

Hua Erye had a private meeting with a maid in Hua Ruohong's room in the middle of the night, but was smashed by Hua Ruohong.

For some reason, Hua Ruohong was furious, and the two brothers fought and turned against each other. Hua Erye left Feihua Mountain with the prostitute, and the pair of brothers were on the verge of falling apart.

It was rumored that the maid looked very much like the dead shepherdess Li Shi. She was a prostitute that Sang Luojiu met by chance when he went out for a walk with his father in the mountains.

Sang Luojiu said casually that her eyebrows and eyes really resembled her mother's.

Otherwise, he didn't say anything.

For some reason, that prostitute went to Feihua Mountain to take care of Hua Ruohong's daily life. For some reason, she hooked up with Hua Erye again.

According to her, it was Hua Erye who sent her the letter first, and the two Hongyan passed the letter, and they gradually fell in love.

After Hua Erye left the mountain, Hua Ruohong and Mrs. Zhu had a big quarrel, and Mrs. Zhu went back to her mother's house angrily. There was a gap between Feihuamen and Baishengmen.

A month later, Hua Erye's charred body was found in a stable. Perhaps someone paid for the murder. Many people speculated whether it was Hua Ruohong who had argued with Hua Erye before. .

The two brothers, Hua Biefeng and Hua Bieshuang, are not at ease either. They are clearly blood brothers, but they see each other as enemies and argue endlessly.

The whole Feihuamen was full of smog and flying chickens.

Only Sang Luo sat in the study for a long time, flipping through "Lantai Miaoxuan" page by page, with a gentle expression, just like when he first came here.

When Sang Luojiu was 15 years old, Huabiefeng wanted to participate in the "Tianbang Competition" hosted by the three schools in turn and participated by each school.

The Tianbang competition is intended to screen new Taoist talents and compare the strengths and weaknesses of various swords and spears. This time, the Tianbang competition is held on Fengling Mountain, one of the three sects.

Under Shuang'er's strong request, Hua Ruohong, who has gradually become addicted to alcohol in recent years, belches heavily and wants Hua Biefeng to go with Sang Luojiu.

To this, Hua Biefeng didn't have much resistance, and readily agreed.

In his opinion, the only way to prove his status as a real son and declare the dignity of the two masters and servants is to make Sang Luojiu make a fool of himself in public and defeat him severely.

Unexpectedly, Sang Luojiu, who was usually an inch and a half behind him in swordsmanship, performed exceptionally well in the Tianbang competition.

In the end, the one who was swept off the stage by the sword energy turned into Hua Biefeng who wanted to show off his prestige.

Hua Biefeng got up from the ground in embarrassment while supporting his sword, recalling all the things he had just done in the duel, he became more and more unwilling.

...Obviously only a little bit short!

He didn't have to lose!

But no matter how annoyed he was, he was kicked off the stage by Sang Luojiu and missed the next match.

In the end, Sang Luojiu won the eighth spot on the list.

This is an unremarkable achievement.If it is a different style, and the performance is different, the best result that can be achieved is nothing more than this.

His victory seemed like a lucky coincidence.

Who would have thought that after he was defeated, he humbly bowed his waist and was about to leave the arena, a lazy voice came from the tulle curtain above Fengling: "Little Taoist surnamed Hua, stay here."

Everyone knows who is sitting in the tulle curtain, and Sang Luo Jiuzi is no exception.

He prostrated himself on the ground: "Mr. Yunzhong."

A hand protruded from the curtain, pointed the index finger at Sang Luojiu, and slowly hooked it: "You, come here."

There was an uproar.

No one knew why Yun Zhongjun Fengru would favor such a child who could only get the eighth place in the list, even Sang Luojiu himself stayed where he was, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

But his reaction ability was far superior to others, he was stunned for a moment, then quickly got up, lowered his head and climbed up the sapphire steps, and came to the tulle curtain.

The tulle curtains were pulled back from within.

A fresh breath of bamboo swayed out of the gauze curtain first, and Sang Luojiu smelled a faint fragrance of Yanhusuo, but pretended not to notice it, and bowed his head in silence.

The lazy voice inside asked softly: "Hey, what do you think is the best killer?"

Rao Sang Luojiu was also stumped by this nonsensical question: "I... Hua Bieyun... I think that the best killer does not need to have first-class skills, but must have first-class flexibility Resilience."

For his answer, Yun Zhongjun neither confirmed nor denied it, but just watched him for a while in the billowing bamboo mist.

Immediately, he spoke slowly in a low tone that only two people could hear.

"The best killer is an unknown killer." Feng Rugu said, "Every time he kills a person, everyone thinks that person died by accident."

The 15-year-old Sang Luojiu experienced the feeling of chills all over his body for the first time in that afternoon.

What made him sweat even more was Feng Ruyuan's next words.

There is no logic, but it is natural.

"...Do you want to be my apprentice? The kind that serves daily necessities."

The matter was finalized immediately, and Sang Luojiu immediately had the right to enter the curtain to light cigarettes for him. It was so fast that it was like a child's play, so fast that Sang Luojiu felt that he was dreaming, and so fast that he forgot the etiquette. Ignoring the next game, he asked Feng Rugu: "Dare to ask Yun Zhongjun, why did you accept me as a disciple?"

Why take an illegitimate child as a disciple?

Why accept a sword cultivator whose performance can only be regarded as mediocre?

Feng Rugu held the jade jug in one hand, and the fragrance of sangluo wine exuded from the jug: "How old were you when you started practicing swords with your brother?"

Sang Luo thought for a long time before answering: "Seven years old."

"Well, seven years old." Feng Rugu said, "You have known about his flaws for a long time, but he doesn't know about yours....The way he walks with the sword is very arrogant. Obviously, he doesn't pay attention to you at all. inside."

Saying that, Feng Ruzhi looked up at him, and concluded lightly: "You lied to him for eight years."

Sang Luo remained calm for a long time: "Yunzhong Jun looks at me highly. The swordsmanship between my second brother and I is only on par."

"Really?" Feng Rugu said, "every sword strike you made in the subsequent competition was very restrained and calculated to perfection, just to maintain this 'between brothers'. You want him to feel that you are not a threat, and after that After returning to Feihuamen, I still continue to relax my vigilance towards you, right?"

Before he knew it, beads of sweat covered Sang Luojiu's forehead: "Mr. Yunzhong..."

"If you want to be famous so much, I'll give you a chance to be famous, okay?" Feng Ruzhi drank freely, "This is what you've been looking for all these years, isn't it?"

"...Mr. Yunzhong, I don't understand."

"I've heard about the changes in Feihuamen over the years. It's very interesting. What's more interesting is that all of these happened after an illegitimate child entered the door."

"It's just a coincidence."

"Of course it's a coincidence, just like what I saw just now, it's all a well-calculated coincidence."

Having said that, the tingling fear in Sang Luojiu's back has faded away.

He is a special child who always has a way to calm down quickly in the face of a crisis.

He calmed down and asked: "Since Mr. Yunzhong knows what kind of person I am, why did you accept me as an apprentice and cause trouble?"

"Trouble? Are you?" Feng Ruzhi repeated his words, "You are not a trouble to me."

Sang Luojiu knew that he was obviously underestimated.

But Feng Rugu's ability to see through his disguise at a glance is enough for him to be completely convinced.

Feng Rugu lazily said: "Don't say that it's troublesome or not. You and I are masters and apprentices, but we each get what we need: if you are my apprentice, no one will dare to talk about your life experience in front of you. You You can leave that dirty vortex and ask your second and third younger brothers to let go. Your third younger brother, Hua Bieshuang, was raised by you yourself. I don’t know how much better the second brother is. Even if your father gives up at that time, he will probably give it to your third brother. Your third brother was raised by you and has an extraordinary relationship with you. The essence of Feihuamen will still fall In your hand. How about it, I’m not bad, am I?”

Even though he guessed that Feng Rugu knew something about his family's affairs, and heard him so easily and deftly dismantling his situation, Sang Luojiu couldn't help but tighten his throat: "Mr. As far as I understand, I will not shy away from it: I really need Lord Yunzhong to help me. But what does Lord Yunzhong need me to do?"

"There is an idiot apprentice in my 'Still Water Flowing Deep', his brain is not very good, and he needs to..." Feng Ruzhi stretched out his index finger and middle finger, making them into rabbit ears, and touched them lightly, "neutralize it.... oh , By the way, he went down the mountain to slay demons, you may have to wait a few days before seeing him."

Sang Luojiu: "..." That's all?

It seems that Feng Ruyu really has no other needs.

He leaned on the soft couch, posing for a chat, and turned sideways to talk to Sang Luojiu: "Have you ever thought about what you will do if you can take over Feihuamen in the future?"

"I haven't thought about it." Sang Luojiu's voice was gentle and gentle, "Maybe it will be carried forward, maybe it will be set on fire."

Feng Ruyuan laughed loudly, crossed his legs, and didn't think he was disobedient at all.

Sang Luo thought for a long time, this evil in the Tao really lived up to his reputation, in front of him, maybe he didn't need to hide anything.

Feng Rugu didn't care what thoughts were turning in his heart, he took another sip of wine, looked at the mouth of the jade pot that was soaked in the wine, and said casually: "From today onwards, your name will be changed to Sang. Let it fall for a long time. Sang Luo wine's Sang Luo, for a long time."

……

Sang Luojiu woke up from contemplation, and repeated: "...It's really a story that is not worth mentioning."

"I just can't figure it out." Luo Fuchun interjected, "Master is so lazy and never taught us a little bit of swordsmanship, how could you be so devoted to Master? You let him let him go and think about him in everything. What will you do, follow his wishes, and spoil him more and more."

Sang Luojiu thought about this question seriously.

For more than ten years, he put on a smiling face and quietly turned everything around him upside down.

But he is lonely.

In front of his mother, he was also what she wanted him to be, the best child in the world.

Until that hand stretched out from the thin veil, and made a lazily move.

Sang Luojiu grinned, his warm and radiant smile looked pure and gentle, like an unsuspecting child: "Maybe it's because... Master understands me."