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At this moment of being stunned, Luo Fuchun's pursuit of the bottom line dissipated.Princess Party #小@说

He slumped down and sat down for a while, then suddenly turned his face: "Junior brother, do you know something?"

Sang Luojiu didn't expect Luo Fuchun to ask this question: "...huh?"

"I've asked Master many times, but Master doesn't want to mention it, so that's fine." Luo Fuchun muttered, "But I've never seen you ask Master about the past. Are you not curious at all?"

"Because in my opinion, the master is just the master." Sang Luojiu said, "The master ten years ago was the master, but the master ten years later will not be the master?"

Luo Fuchun was stunned: "Ah...?"

Sang Luojiu glanced at Luo Fuchun with some pity, but soon his brows and eyes frowned, and his smile changed to a pure and harmless one: "Brother, is he going to sleep? The quilt has been warmed up."

Luo Fuchun still had something on his mind, said "oh", went back to the bed and sat down, touched the quilt, realized something, and gave him a white look: "It's not winter, what kind of quilt is warm."

Sang Luojiu said obediently: "Senior brother is filial to senior brother, it should be shared."

Being beaten repeatedly by Sang Luojiu's words, Luo Fuchun completely lost his mind, put the quilt over his head, and fell asleep.

After Jing Sanchai went out, she shook off Feng Ruyuan and asked, "Aren't you drunk?"

Feng Rugu: "I can't get drunk, you're the one who got drunk. Didn't you promise to forget about it for the rest of your life and never mention it again?"

Jing Sanchai shook off him: "You don't mind me, I'm happy to talk. I'll go back and talk now."

Feng Rugu didn't stop him. Seeing him striding forward, he said lightly, "Go ahead, let's not talk about that shrewd apprentice of mine. My passionate, stupid apprentice heard the truth about what happened back then, and he will be disheartened if he doesn't keep it together tomorrow." Feeling cold, I have retired from Daoism, and I will stay to help you the day after tomorrow."

Jing Sanchai stood still.

After careful consideration, he felt that he didn't need a silly helper, so he turned back.

Returning to Feng Rugu's side, Jing Sanchai was silent for a while, and when she spoke again, her tone was a bit disappointed: "Your temperament was not like this before, but now you only know how to hold your head and suffer."

Feng Rugu said: "Your mind has been like a day for more than ten years, and you are generally childish."

Jing Sanchai was furious, and chased Feng Rugu in the courtyard and kicked her several times.

Feng Rugu was kicked all over the yard by him, and he still didn't forget to turn around and preach with a smile: "When you left Ying Tianchuan, was it really because of arguing with your master? Isn't it because you can't get used to the way of Taoism? It's the same as now. , run away if you can’t bear it.”

Jing Sanchai retorted: "It's better than you dawdling in 'Still Waters Run Deep'. You're getting more useless every day, but you still know how to fool me?! If I hadn't been to 'Still Waters Run Deep' last time, I still didn't know ..."

He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the door of the wing room where the bald donkey lived was still open, his brows were wrinkled, and with a wave of his sleeve, the door closed in response.

This whole small courtyard lives with him, and because of its exquisite design and fine-grained mechanism, once the door is closed, it will become a copper wall and iron wall, impermeable to sound and light.

Haijing was listening to the gossip with great interest, but felt sorry when the door was closed.

Lie on the bed and groped a few times, Haijing found out about a dozen hidden arrows, treasures, and Gu poison.

He opened his eyes wide, secretly amazed, but also apprehensive.

He said with a bitter face: "Little uncle, do you really want to sleep in this bed tonight?"

If he saw that he was anxious, he got up quietly, walked to the side of the bed, took off his Buddha shoes, and lay down with his clothes on.

Haijing's doubts were all gone now, and she felt relieved, and quickly fell asleep leaning against Ruyi.

He knew that Ruyi was speechless during the closed mantra, so he asked himself and answered: "Little uncle, that Yun Zhongjun is really a strange person."

"He has a great kindness with the Taoist sect, I know it, but how come the saying 'gratitude becomes enmity'?"

"He was obviously killed by the demon cultivator back then, but he didn't seem to hate the demon cultivator, and even helped the four little demon cultivators find a place to live... Yes, those four little demon cultivators have immature skills and have not harmed anyone. , Yun Zhongjun has no reason to kill them, and he can be regarded as a good person who can distinguish right from wrong."

"Also, that Daoist Jing hurriedly looked for the two apprentices of Lord Yunzhong, and he actually asked about the tobacco leaves of Lord Yunzhong. What mystery can tobacco leaves have? I really can't figure it out..."

Ruyi didn't say a word.

When Haijing was talking vigorously, she suddenly felt a coldness on her lips.

——I don't know when, Ru turned to one side, picked up a red sandalwood which represents the month of silence, and put it against his lips, as soon as he opened his mouth to speak again, he immediately stuffed it in.

Haijing immediately shut up, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Ruyi withdrew his hand and lay on his back.

He didn't know the answers to Haijing's many questions.

He has been walking in the world for a long time, because of his little relationship with Fengling Mountain, he often pays more attention to the information about Fengling.

His adoptive father, Duan Rong Jun Chang Bo Ning, was a well-known gentleman of the sword family, so naturally not many people spoke ill of him.Only Ruyi knows that under the gentlemanly demeanor of his adoptive father is the admirable, natural youthful wildness and free and easy spirit.

As for Feng Ruyu...

As long as it is linked to him, there will be no good things.

When others mention him, they always start with "genius in swordsmanship", "saved more than a hundred disciples of the Taoist sect", "truly a hero", followed by "a pity" or "but", and then it is not a good word.

Arrogant with talent, eyes above the top, contemptuous and lazy, unworthy of morality, deceiving the world and stealing fame, just a good master...

Because the adoptive father, Ruyi himself has a prejudice against Feng Rugu, these rumors are nothing, just hear it.

After getting along for just two days, Ruyi still can't say what kind of person Qingfeng Ruyi is.

But there was one thing he was sure of.

There is a reason for Feng Ru's "laziness".

And that reason lies in his bong.

Ruo has a wide range of knowledge and knowledge, and has already smelled that the tobacco leaves used by Feng Rugu are not ordinary tobacco leaves.

In addition to light bamboo leaves and plum blossom borneol, there is another medicine mixed in it.

...yanhusuo.

It is not uncommon to use medicine in smoke, and the smoking lamp used by Feng Rugu is not an ordinary thing, it has been refined with spiritual power, and it can be used to burn medicine to cure diseases, and the effect is very fast, it is considered a good treasure.

However, the problem is that, firstly, this product cannot be used for a long time, and the effect of occasional use is superior, but if it is used for a long time, it will inevitably cause fatigue, lethargy, and lack of energy. Anyone who has some knowledge of medicinal herbs should know how to measure the amount.

Second, the main effect of this medicine is "analgesic".

……

At this time, Feng Rugu and Jing Sanchai opened another small wine table outside the courtyard, drinking in the moonlight.

Feng Ruyu took the bong and began to sip openly.

Seeing this, Jing Sanchai was furious again: "I gave you the bong and Yanhusuo at the beginning because you were seriously injured, and I didn't ask you to use them forever."

Feng Ruyu laughed.

His little fellow Taoist who loves to worry.

Last time, when Jing Sanchai came to send Tianshan lotus in "Still Water Flows Deep", he happened to catch himself smoking bamboo tobacco leaves mixed with corydalis, and asked the reason in a rage. As soon as I gave it back to him, I just teased him a few more words, and then drove him away in anger, so that when I came to look for him in the daytime today, he was still annoyed about it, and he came to ask for the debt as soon as he opened his mouth. big.

He tossed his small silk sac containing tobacco leaves over: "Look, see if there is any corydalis in it."

Jing Sanchai brought it and examined it carefully.

Feng Rugu explained: "The last time you came, there were no tobacco leaves at home, and I had a weak taste in my mouth, so I took the old tobacco leaves for use, and I don't smoke them often."

Jing Sanchai weighed the small bag of normal bamboo tobacco leaves in his hand: "Really?"

"real."

"Didn't lie to me?"

"I won't lie to you."

Jing Sanchai believed it for five minutes, snorted, and threw the bag back to him: "With your mouth, nine out of ten sentences are true, so I thank God."

Feng Ruyou leaned lazily on the back of the stone chair, held a bong, and slowly exhaled bamboo smoke: "I'm not sick, what medicine should I take? Is my brain sick?"

"Your brain is sick."

Feng Ruyuan looked at Jing Sanchai with a smile, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

Among the people he saved, he only accepted gifts from Jing Sanchai, because this was the only person in the world who was sincerely kind to him except his master, brother and sister.

And he had to lie to him, he was really sick in his head.

Feng Rugu put on a chatting posture: "How is Uncle Thirty-four doing recently? Has he come to see you?"

Jing Sanchai waved his hand: "He's fine, alive and kicking. He came to my place last month and took some gold thread back, saying that he wanted to embroider a dragon and phoenix on his corpse."

When Thirty-Four was mentioned, Jing Sanchai inevitably became cynical again: "He clearly has great kindness in Taoism! He is a demon, but so what?! Without his protection, during the 13 years when the demon ruled the world, the three Even if the people in the door are not killed, they have to humiliate and surrender, and be enslaved by the devil! It's just because people of your master's generation have ascended back and forth, and they just do the dirty little things one by one!"

"Uncle Thirty-four does have great kindness and virtue in the three sects, but he doesn't have great virtue in those small Taoist sects." Feng Rugu hit the nail on the head, "Uncle Thirty-four is a world-renowned swordsman and a pure-veined demon cultivator, kill him , there are too many benefits."

Jing Sanchai cursed a curse, and said: "However, you can rest assured now."

Even though he knew that no one could eavesdrop, Jing Sanchai lowered his voice: "He has returned to the way of magic now, and someone is protecting him."

Feng Rugu took a sip of his wine: "Really?"

"Naturally." Jing Sanchai said, "Do you still remember 'Lin Xuejing'?"

Feng Rugu thought: "'Lin Xuejing'... sounds familiar."

Jing Sanchai anxiously said: "How could you forget? It's the demon oiran who took us in in the 'Remnant World'! Back then, he was imprisoned by us, caught in a melee, and his life and death were unknown. I always thought he was dead, but I didn't expect him to create a Unworldly Gate', now he has become a well-known figure in the Demonic Dao."

Feng Ruyuan clapped his hands, as if remembering: "What is he doing now?"

"Lin Xuejing advocates the peaceful coexistence of the demonic way and the righteous way, and takes in those demonic cultivators who are slightly weaker or seriously injured. On the one hand, they are asked not to cause trouble, and on the other hand, they deal with the encirclement and suppression of the Taoist sect and the radicals in the demonic way. At first, 'no Shimen's disciples are few, but they have grown stronger in the past four or five years. Uncle Thirty-four has been reluctant to say his whereabouts before, and it was only this time that he told me that he has worked under Xuejing Lin for more than seven years. You sent Those little demon cultivators, when I find their parents, I also plan to send them to the 'Unworldly Gate'."

After Jing Sanchai said so many words in one breath, she had time to stop for a sip of wine.

After moistening his throat, he was furious again: "The Demon Dao still knows how to clean the interior, but moths are infested inside the Dao Sect, and the juniors are useless. The status of the three sects is so high, why don't you just take care of one?"

Feng Rugu said: "Hey, it can't be compared like this. The devil's way cleans up the internal affairs, that's to destroy and then establish. Daoist affairs, how do you manage? Preaching? Benefits are at the top of the list. Everyone wants to take the opportunity to make the sect bigger, and who can listen to it?" Big reason?"

Jing Sanchai said: "Then kill it. Kill the chicken to scare the monkey!"

"My senior brother's heart is too pure. For a person like him, it would be a waste not to cultivate with peace of mind." Feng Ruzhi propped his cheeks, "My junior sister Yan Jiangnan specializes in killing the scum of the immortal world. I killed a few chickens, but the monkeys are more There are more and more coming. Let’s not talk about it, this Wen Shishan kidnapped the young son of the Demon Dao and traded with the Demon Dao. The evidence is solid. If it were my junior sister, I would definitely cut off the right arm of old man Wen with a sword before speaking, but what is the use of this? Next People will only make things more concealed, and moths will eat deeper. And my junior sister’s boudoir reputation has also suffered greatly, and I have not been able to find a Taoist partner until now. It’s bad, it’s bad, it’s a lose-lose.”

Although Jing Sanchai was angry, she was also provoked by Feng Rugu's strange talk and laughed out loud: "The clever hero Feng, how about you? Why don't you come out and do something? You plan to hide in the 'Still Waters Run Deep' for the rest of your life." No?"

"Don't talk about heroes. Heroes have a time limit." Feng Rugu drank a glass of wine, "Heroes are only at their most glamorous at that time. The fire cooks the oil and the flowers bloom. It is a good book that everyone loves to read."

Jing Sanchai asked, "What about now?"

Feng Ruzhi seems to be talking about things that have nothing to do with him: "The current hero is a rough-edged book that others have read badly and tired of flipping through. If you spit, curse 'boring', 'fake', 'adding oil and vinegar', then Throw it aside."

Jing Sanchai laughed out loud, with a hint of sadness in his smile: "Respect the hero."

Feng Ruyuan's smile was sincere and indifferent: "Respect the hero."

After drinking one cup, Jing Sanchai let out a sigh of relief from the hot liquor, the accumulated drunkenness gradually hit her body, and her mind became dizzy.

When he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, his thoughts suddenly moved: "Have I seen that monk?"

Feng Ruyu: "Which one?"

"That's the one..." Jing Sanchai pointed to the door that she had just closed, "That... the one that looks familiar."

Feng Rugu said: "Young monks are only a little bit big, so be yourself."

Jing Sanchai took the empty wine glass and threw him: "Fuck you! I mean the big one! The big one..."

He muttered: "Platinum monk's robe is from Hanshan Temple...Hanshan Temple... Back then, when you were still lying in bed, did you ask me to go to Hanshan Temple to inquire about a person to see if he was doing well... "

Feng Rugu squeezed his chin, poured down a full glass of wine, and pointedly said: "Brother Jing, you are really drunk, drink two more cups of tea and rinse your mouth, I will help you to sleep."

As we all know, since the total destruction of the Demon Dao 26 years ago, there are three orthodox Taoist sects in the world, which are divided into two mountains and one river: Fengling Mountain, Danyang Peak, and Ying Tianchuan.The three gates stand side by side, like towering trees hugging the sky.

Below it are small sects that have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

To put it bluntly, Wenshimen is like a spring bamboo shoot under a giant tree.

What's more, all the three Fengling Lords today are not fuel-efficient lamps.

Yan Jiangnan, the third of the three kings, was awarded the title of "Mr. Jiang Nan" as a woman, which is quite extraordinary.With one hand of medicine and one hand of poison, both of them are superb. She holds a medicine scale and walks in white clothes, but she has a gentle face for nothing, and her temper is extremely hot. She will let her squirrel bite people at every turn.

The diametrically opposite of her temperament is the mountain lord who ranks first among the three monarchs, Duan Rongjun Chang Boning.

People say that this person is very Buddha-nature, and he should go to practice Buddhism. His body is as beautiful as a bodhi tree, and his heart is as pure as glass light. He is a gentleman with a Buddha heart that everyone praises.

But according to what Wen Runjin saw and knew, that was definitely not the case.

As for the same letter... don't mention it.

The last time Wen Runjin saw him was ten years ago, when Wen's eldest son was rescued from death by him.

There were more than a hundred elite disciples from various Taoism sects who were rescued by Feng Rurui, some were injured or disabled, but they were all in good spirits.

Everyone said that without the seal, they would have died.

At that time, Feng Rugu was seriously injured and was on the verge of death. When Chang Boning carried him out, a drop of blood dripped from his fingertips, staining the white clothes Chang Boning put on him.

Few people thought that Feng Ruyu would be able to survive, even the spirit card was prepared.

But his master Xiaoyao Jun Xu Xingzhi, who loved his apprentice like a son, was well-known outside the world, exhausted all means, and insisted on rescuing Feng Rugu back.

All the sects had to smash down the spirit tablets one after another, and replaced them with longevity tablets, offering them day and night.

If there is no seal as before, seven or eight out of ten of the elite children of this generation of Taoist sects will go.

Wen Runjin once held great etiquette and went up to the gate of Fengling Mountain. He wanted to repay Shen En, but he was refused to go out.

From then on, Feng Rugu built a residence in Fengling Mountain, called "Still Water Flows Deep", where he recuperated his wounds and meditated. For ten years, he never went down the mountain for half a step.

Now that her daughter is an adult, it is time for her to marry. Wen Runjin took advantage of this fate, and wanted to make a good story and deepen his relationship with Fengling...

Wen Runjin sighed repeatedly in his heart, brought the letter of appointment that Fengling sent for half a day, and climbed Fengling Mountain himself.

Among the three monarchs, it is most appropriate to inform Chang Boning of the news first.

When he heard the news, Chang Boning was watering his flowers in the garden behind the Green Bamboo Hall.

After understanding the purpose of Daoist Wen's visit, he stopped watering the flowers.

Chang Boning turned around with the small flower pot in his hand, with some surprise in his words: "Why?"

Just looking at the appearance, Chang Boning is like the exiled fairy Bailu.

He seldom wears a crown unless he is attending important occasions such as the Eastern Emperor’s Sacrifice and the Tianbang Competition. He either simply ties his long hair obliquely with a headband, or spreads it out. on the right shoulder.

Because the eyes are naturally sensitive to light, Chang Boning often wears a layer of transparent veil in front of his eyes.

When he spoke, a gust of wind passed by, and the eye veil fluttered in the wind.

Wen Runjin choked unconsciously.

Duan Rongjun was extremely elegant, and his voice was not high, but he spoke softly, but he couldn't see clearly the eyes under the veil, and Wen Runjin didn't dare to guess his mind easily.

Chang Boning tilted his head slightly.

He just wanted to ask why, but he didn't expect Taoist Wen to be so silent.

He had a headache, so he simply put the pot down: "Why?"

Wen Runjin was the first to admit his mistake: "It's the little girl Shen'er who is arrogant and unreasonable."

This is quite sincere.

Wen Runjin really felt that Wen Shen'er was too ignorant.

A few days ago, news suddenly spread from Fengling, saying that Yunzhong Junfeng still wanted to seek a Taoist couple and double cultivation.

Regardless of the fact that he obtained the title of "Jun" at a young age, and regardless of the great favors owed to him by various sects, no one knows about Yun Zhongjun's talent and Taoism. There are great benefits.

Although the matter of publicly recruiting Taoist companions sounds incredible, since Feng Ruru did it, there is nothing to be surprised about.

All the families invited icemen to come to their doors, and sent portraits of women of the right age, boasting wildly.

Feng Rugu kept the portrait, chose to come and go, and decided on Wen Shen'er.

The horoscopes of the two people's birthdays are compatible, and the elders in the family agree, so, naturally, good things will come true.

Who would have thought that everything was ready, but something went wrong with Wen Shen'er.

Wen Shen'er is only eighteen years old, and she was born beautiful and arrogant, her parents took her portrait to criticize others without her permission, how could she endure such insult?

She rushed to Fengling's "Still Waters Run Deep" angrily, and wanted to see Feng Rugu for an explanation.

As a result, she waited for a full two hours, smashed a set of teacups, and even broke into the bedroom with her sword.

Seeing Feng Rugu sleeping soundly in the room, Wen Shen'er felt that she had been greatly despised, pointed at Feng Rugu and scolded her, and hanged herself for the first time when she returned home, she would rather die than marry.

After hearing the antecedents of the incident, Chang Boning said: "This is something wrong with my junior, how can I neglect Miss Wen so much."

Wen Runjin said with regret: "We spoiled our daughter to no end."

"That's all." Chang Boning accepted the returned letter of appointment, with a gentle and refined attitude, not angry, "Miss Wen doesn't want to, we have no reason to force others to make things difficult."

Seeing that Chang Boning was not angry, Wen Runjin heaved a sigh of relief, but began to plan another matter in his mind.

The two families are now discussing matters behind closed doors, and Wen Runjin is of course happy to take the responsibility on himself.

But this marriage has been fixed for some time, many people in the Taoist sect know about it, once it is made public...

If you say that your family advocates retiring the engagement, you will inevitably be ridiculed; if you tell the truth, your daughter Yunying is not married, and you will inevitably end up with a reputation that is difficult to live with...

After thinking about it, Wen Runjin came up with an inhumane idea.

——Even if he has saved so many people, Feng Ruyu is still the same Feng Ruyuan.

Conceited, Meng Lang, arrogant, rude, lazy, careless.

He has always had a bad reputation, and this one is not bad.

It's impossible not to offend Fengling about the resignation of the marriage, and it shouldn't matter if you only spread some rumors related to Feng Ruyu...

After meeting Chang Boning, Wen Runjin will go to "Still Water Flows Deep" to meet Feng Ruru.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the main hall of the Green Bamboo Hall, he bumped into Feng Rugu.

He was leaning on the rattan reclining chair, holding a slender bamboo pipe in his left hand, and a peach blossom umbrella in his right hand, occupying the center of the avenue leading to the Green Bamboo Hall outside, shaking it three times, so leisurely.

Hearing the sound behind him, he turned half of his face.

Feng Rugu's left eye is beautiful with appropriate shades. If it is carefully painted with ink and wash, when it is half-opened, it reminds people of the beautiful ghosts and fox fairies that are often seen in ruined temples in ghost novels, but the right eye is hidden by a single piece of crystal. It's a pity that under the lens, I can't see clearly under the bright sun.

Feng Ruyu exhaled a mouthful of bamboo-scented smoke.

The hazy smoke made the faint mole on the right side of his nose less clear.

He nodded at Wen Runjin, and didn't even get up: "My father-in-law, Feng Er is being polite."

Wen Runjin was so dizzy when he called "Old Zhangren", he hurriedly stepped forward to make amends and stated his intentions.

Feng Rugu should have been a little surprised, because he let the bamboo bong in his hand burn for a few seconds before putting the jade cigarette holder in his mouth: "Really."

Just as Wen Runjin was about to say something more, Feng Rugu turned around and said, "Master Wen, let's go."

...Changed his mouth like a wind.

The eviction order was issued, and Wen Runjin had no face to stay any longer, Nuonuo paid homage to Yun Zhongjun, and just as he brushed against Feng Ruyu, the Taoist robe was grabbed from behind.

Feng Rugu turned sideways and said, "There is one more thing. How does Daoist Wen plan to announce the reason for retiring the engagement?"

Wen Runjin's heart skipped a beat.

Seeing his silence, Feng Rugu nodded: "I understand."

Wen Runjin was taken aback, and immediately explained: "Mr. Yunzhong..."

"The last time Lingai came here, she smashed my jadeite tea set." Feng Rugu changed the subject, "I really like that tea set, and it was bought by my disciple Luojiu for hundreds of gold. Daoist Wen, you What do you think?"

Wen Runjin's face turned red and white.

Fengling Yunzhongjun stopped him in the street and asked his former father-in-law to pay for his tea set.

Chang Boning, who still came out of the Green Bamboo Hall with a small water bottle, relieved him.

Wen Runjin, who promised to pay the money, was able to withdraw and leave in embarrassment.

"Be careful on Wen Dao's long road." Chang Boning said goodbye gently behind his back, "Recently, there have been some fellow Taoists in Buddhism and Taoism who died for no reason, please be careful."

Wen Runjin staggered, feeling that Chang Boning was implying something to him, the back of his spine felt cold, and he walked like a gust of wind.

With disciples sending them off, Chang Boning naturally didn't have the heart to take care of the guests: "As usual, are you okay?"

Feng Ruyu didn't answer directly: "It's fortunate that my junior sister went down the mountain to investigate the cause of the dead body of a fellow Taoist. She was not in the mountain, otherwise there would be trouble."

Chang Boning nodded in agreement.

"Have you returned the letter of appointment?"

Chang Boning: "I'm already burned."

Feng Rugu smiled: "How fast are your hands and feet?"

Chang Boning: "Seeing it also upsets the younger brother."

Feng Rugu looked at the direction where Wen Runjin's figure disappeared, and said, "The things that bother me are not in the present, but in the future."

Chang Boning was very puzzled.

Feng Rugu who was lying down could see Chang Boning's clean and clear eyes under the veil.

Feng Ruyuan took a puff of cigarette and said with a smile: "Brother, I wish you to be innocent all your life."

After saying that, he leaned back on the bamboo pillow and looked at the sky with his eyes focused.

Chang Boning asked: "Why do you have the leisure to say 'Still waters run deep' today?"

Feng Rugu: "It's raining today."

Chang Boning: "Huh?"

Feng Rugu pointed to the umbrella leaning on his right side: "In front of Senior Brother's Green Bamboo Hall, seeing the rainbow is the best."

Chang Boning looked at the junior who was biting the bamboo pipe and waiting for the rainbow to come, feeling warm in his heart: "If you have to wait, it's better to wait in the hall."

Feng Ruyuan bit the cigarette holder and stretched out a hand towards him.

Chang Boning laughed, and leaned down to pull him, but Feng Ruzhi snatched his veil off with his backhand, and turned around to avoid him.

Chang Boning's eyes were dazzled by the light, and when he squinted again to find his trace, the man had already jumped up the steps lightly, hooking his veil with his fingertips, and smiling in front of the wind.

Chang Boning also laughed with him unconsciously.

Feng Rugu's score was not bad, the sun was shining brightly just now, it didn't take two hours for the sky to become overcast, and the heavy rain like gluten was pouring down, making endless rain lines on the ground.

Chang Boning lived up to his reputation of being dignified, sitting cross-legged anytime and anywhere.

Feng Ruyu did not.

He was lying on the side of Chang Boning's meditation couch, holding a small lotus-patterned stove that belonged to Chang Boning in his arms, and slept soundly in the sound of rain.

He has always been dead in sleep, and unless he wakes up by himself, ordinary noises cannot disturb him at all.

His habit of sleeping wherever he goes is really irreversible.

But there is no need to change.

Chang Boning raised his hand, stroked his hair tenderly, took out the letter of appointment from the sleeve covered with cloud curls and dark lines, stared at the three characters "Feng Ru Gu" painted in gold and colors on it for a while, and then put The bright red letter of appointment is under the pressure of many Taoist scrolls.

Even if he was engaged and then divorced, Chang Boning didn't know why Feng Rugu suddenly proposed to find a Taoist couple three months ago, and why he hurriedly chose someone he had never met before one month ago. Wen Shen'er is his wife.

The heavy rain fell from afternoon to evening.

But before the rain had passed, a Fengling disciple in plain clothes and blue belts rushed to the hall with an umbrella: "Mr. Duanrong! My master is here—"

Chang Boning gave a soft "shh", glanced at Feng Rugu who was still sleeping comfortably and soundly, and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

With his demonstration, the young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes unconsciously lowered his tone: "I'm sorry, Mr. Rong, the Wen family has come up the mountain again!"

"Give me back the tea set?" Feng Ruzhi raised his head, not knowing when he woke up.

"It's not...Master, Mr. Duanrong..." The young man's face turned pale with sweat, "It's Miss Wen San from Wenshimen, Master's fiancée, something happened..."

Wen Shen'er died.

After finding out that she had disappeared, the maid did not report to Madam Wen, but thought she was in a bad mood and went out to relax.

When she was discovered, it was the time when the heavy rain was about to come and the sky was gloomy.

Wen Shen'er's throat was cut off by a knife like a Tang knife. His head was cut off and hung on the tallest tree in Wenshi Mountain. The long black hair danced in the wind, making a sound of hunting.

The murder method of cutting throat with a Tang knife is very similar to the recent serial killings of Taoism. Both disciples of Buddhism and Taoism were affected. A total of 15 people have died. Even the disciples of Fengling's outer sect were also killed. Only Yan Jiangnan will go down the mountain to investigate this matter.

However, after hearing the jaw-dropping news, Feng Rugu asked an unusually weird question: "...Why is there only a head?"

Chang Boning recovered from the shock: "Junior brother, what did you say?"

Feng Ruyuan repeated it a second time: "Why is there only a head?"