Everyone owes me a favor

When he blocked the door with his hands, not only Feng Ruyi, but also Ruyi was startled by his actions.

However, he soon felt relieved.

After being "bitten" by Qingyu, Ruyi still did not give up her plan to test Feng Ruyuan's heartbeat.

Today, when he was holding Feng Rugu's hand across the ice bridge with Buddhist beads, he tried it once, and he was relieved by the result.

This person is really not his adoptive father.

But Ruyi thought about it later, and thought that using the Buddhist beads to detect the pulse was inaccurate. To be safe, he needed to try again, so it was completely reasonable for him to stay in Yunzhongjun's house now.

After figuring this out, Ruyi calmed down a lot.

The adoptive father asked him to take good care of Feng Ruyu and stay by his side all the time, it was his duty, even if he didn't want to stay with Feng Ruyu at all, he had to do it.

Feng Rugu was only stunned for a moment, and immediately let Ruyi into the room enthusiastically.

...Great, this kid is warm and rubbed against him at night.

After learning that he was going to live with him, Feng Rugu's joy was too revealing, his smiling eyes were crooked, in Ruyi's eyes, his thoughts were clearly revealed.

For such a frivolous smile, Ruyi has always been the most disgusted.

But since the person laughing like this is Feng Ruyuan, it's understandable.

Who told him to be such a frivolous person.

Feng Rugu didn't care what his son was thinking, quickly took off his coat, shoes and socks, flung himself on the soft bed, and rolled around twice.

For Feng Rugu, who is used to being lazy, walking around the rocky mountains today was a big pain. He sat on the edge of the bed with a sad face and moved his feet, and all kinds of thoughts turned in his heart .

Only at this time, Feng Rugu didn't have to control his expression.

He was moving his ankles, and faintly felt that there was a line of sight looking at him, but when he raised his head, he saw Ruyi standing on one side, lowering his head to untie his sword, and laughed secretly at himself, crossed his feet, swayed his body, and opened his eyes. Ruyi joked: "Is this sword so hard to solve?"

Ruyi's movements froze for a moment, he turned sideways to block the waist buckle, and said calmly: "It's just the sword and the belt wrapped around it. Don't bother Yun Zhongjun."

Feng Rugu gestured: "Why don't you come here for a while, and I'll help you...huh?"

Ruyi bowed his head and refused coldly: "No need."

Feng Rugu bulged his cheeks, ignored him, and lay down on the bed on his back, thinking resentfully, it's so uncutable when he grows up.

…When I was young, my clothes were tied in knots, and they were held up to me one by one and begged me to untie them.

On the other side, Ruyi frowned slightly.

...Just now, in order to keep an eye on Feng Rugu's movements and prevent him from having any unexpected tricks, I turned out to be supernatural, and I was almost caught by him, causing him to have an undue misunderstanding Come.

This also caused him to make a wrong hand, accidentally entangled his belt and sword, and now he is distracted to untangle it.

It was the first time Ruyi felt that the sword was so difficult to solve, so difficult that he even felt a little inexplicably angry.

After finally taking off the sword and hanging it up, Ruyi went behind the screen and changed into a monk's robe.

He thought that with Feng Ruyuan's flirtatious temperament, he would definitely come to hook up with him at this time and say some unsavory nonsense.

In order to avoid trouble, he deliberately changed quickly.

Who would have thought that after he turned out of the screen, Feng Rugu was so lazy that he didn't even get down on the floor, and lay on the bed smoking, feeling as tired and comfortable as a cat that has had its belly full.

Ru went to the table and sat down expressionlessly, took a roll of Buddhist scriptures, and thought, what the foster father said was indeed true, there is a kind of person who is best at playing hard to get, and using this to control people's hearts.

He ignored Feng Rugu, and lightly recited Buddhist scriptures to calm his mind.

Not long after, Hua Ruohong sent another envoy to invite Yun Zhongjun to a banquet.

Feng Ruyuan had been exhausting his mind and mind, tired all day, lying on the bed until his bones were soft, he was not willing to get up.

"Say I'm dead," he said aloud.

The messenger who came to deliver the message: "..."

He didn't dare to report this, and he was afraid that if he could not invite Lord Yunzhong, Hua Ruohong would question and even punish him when he returned. He was in a state of panic when he suddenly heard the sound of turning pages of Buddhist scriptures in the room, followed by a cold and steady voice It came out from within, saying: "Just say that Yun Zhongjun is unwell and can't go to the banquet, please take care of Haihan."

As if the little messenger had been redeemed, he said yes three times in a row, and hurried away wiping his sweat.

Unexpectedly, after a while, Hua Ruohong came to invite him in person.

It seems that he attaches great importance to this distinguished guest, for fear that there is something wrong with him.

At this critical moment, he doesn't want to lose such a powerful foreign aid.

He knocked on the door a few times, and said: "Mr. Yunzhong is not feeling well, but it's because the climate is not acclimatized? Is there something we didn't entertain well?"

Seeing that there was no response from the door, Hua Ruohong continued to courteously and said: "Mr. Yunzhong is sick, it is the fault of Fei Hua's family, Hua is proficient in medical skills, why not..."

The door was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

The monk with pretty but cold features stood at the door, wearing an old and whitish monk's robe, which should have a sense of purity and holiness, but he was too tainted with killing. One Sword Buddha's gatha can't get rid of the evil spirit all over his body.

Just being stared at by him, Hua Ruohong felt chills all over his body.

Ruyi said in a flat voice: "Mr. Yunzhong has been working all day and wants to rest, so please don't make noise here."

Hua Ruohong shivered, and lost his smile: "Mr. Yunzhong has worked hard, I don't know how the investigation about that little Taoist priest is going..."

Ruyi said: "Is Huazhangshi so concerned because the chaos in Jianchuan is related to Huazhangshi?"

No matter how stupid Hua Ruohong was, he knew that this was not a good word, so his scalp exploded, and he hurriedly separated the relationship: "It's just a question, it's just a question, Mr. Yunzhong should rest first, and he must tell his disciples if there is something to do. You did it."

In the second half of the speech, Hua Ruohong deliberately raised his voice, just wanting Feng Rugu in the room to hear it, showing his intention of showing meritorious service.

If he didn't change his expression, he nodded to Hua Ruohong when he finished speaking, and closed the door in front of him.

Feng Rugu, who was lying on the bed too lazy to move, saw that Ruyi stood up for himself, and said with a smile: "Thank you, little Hongchen."

Ru moved his lips, wanting to reiterate, telling him not to call himself that, swallowed the words again, and finally just uttered two words: "It's okay."

……so troublesome.

Ruyi picked up the Buddhist scriptures and thought, if it wasn't for the entrustment of his adoptive father, he wouldn't be here to handle these troublesome things for Feng Ruyu.

But living together with Feng Ruyu, troubles are always inevitable.

Outside the house is a moso bamboo forest. When the wind passes by, the sound of the bamboo is noisy, and the pattering branches and leaves are softly ringing, singing with the wind.

About half an hour later, Feng Rugu, who had dozed on the bed, was woken up by Zhu Yun, stuck his head out from under the quilt in a daze, looked around, as if he was thinking about where he was right now.

...Like a cat that has lost its head from sleep.

Ruyi withdrew his gaze from looking at him, and turned back the few pages of Buddhist scriptures that he had just held in his hand.

Feng Rugu hugged the quilt for a while, and asked Ruyi in a hoarse voice, "Did you hear that?"

Ruyi: "What?"

Feng Rugu turned sideways, lay on the bed and stared at him: "The bamboo is talking."

"..."

Ruyi felt that this man's gaze was like a small fishhook, piercing straight to the tip of people's hearts. On the one hand, he frowned because of his lack of dignity, and on the other hand, he wanted to know what Feng Rugu wanted to say. Then he followed him and asked, "What did it say?"

"It said that the dishes at noon today are not tasty at all." Feng Rugu said nonsense, "...It also said that the dishes here are too unappetizing."

Like putting down a handful of Buddhist scriptures: "Then it said what do you want to eat now?"

"Hmm..." Feng Ruzhi closed his eyes and said, "I want to eat fried bamboo shoots, fried lotus root slices, and toon tofu."

Regarding Feng Ruyu's naive request to order food in disguise, Ruyi hummed: "It's quite a lot. Then ask it to cook for Yun Zhongjun."

Feng Ruyuan said eagerly: "...Master."

Ruyi remains unmoved.

Feng Ruyu acted like a baby: "Little Hongchen."

Ruyi pretended not to hear.

Feng Ruyu was wronged: "I'm hungry. You don't care about me."

Ruyi pursed the corner of his mouth, as if he was impatient to listen to his rambling, he simply closed the door and went out.

Feng Rugu on the bed breathed a sigh of relief, slipped out of the bed, turned into the screen, quickly undressed, and took a brief bath in the natural cold spring brought into the room by a bamboo tube.

He was lying on the side of the wooden bathtub, stroking the tattoo on the back of his lower back that was once in full bloom and is now a green lotus.

When she was in a coma, Ruyi once saw the red lotus on her lower back.

At that time, he made nonsense, saying that this thing has the effect of protecting the body and nourishing the body, so he got away with it for the time being; but with Ruyi's intelligence, Feng Ruyu was not completely sure that he could hide it from him, so he could only try to avoid taking off his clothes in front of him, so as not to He saw the tattoo change, and he became suspicious again.

The reason why Feng Rugu acted coquettishly and said that he was hungry was firstly to think of a way to coax Ruyi out of the room, and secondly because he was really hungry, so that when he came out of the shower to clean himself, he felt dizzy for a while. He was able to hold onto the edge of the barrel and squat down to relax his mind.

Since Hua Ruohong had been around to spoil his appetite during the luncheon, he hadn't eaten anything since noon. After working hard all afternoon, he was already so hungry that he had no energy left.

However, it's not surprising that Ruyi thinks he's a fool.

A cultivator who has reached his level has already succeeded in fasting, food is not necessary at all, it is just an occasional adjustment, and he will never be so hungry like him.

When Feng Ruzhi was squatting on the ground, his eyes turned black, he still remembered that Fu Chun's skills were not bad, and he would go find him later.

Xiao Hongchen can turn a blind eye to her acting like a baby, but Fuchun will definitely not be able to stand it.

After making this idea, Feng Ruyuan hurriedly put on his clothes, walked out of the bathroom with wet hair, but his heart was pounding.

——Ruyi came back at some time, holding a scroll and reading a book in exactly the same posture as just now, the curve of his wrist exposed under the old cotton monk robe is very beautiful.

The difference from just now is that there is a plate of fried bamboo shoots, a plate of fried lotus root slices, and a bowl of rice on the table.

Sensing that Feng Rugu had come out, Ruyi raised his head and explained the source of these things indifferently: "Tofu and Chinese toon are not ready-made. There are new lotus root in the lotus pond in the backyard, and new bamboo shoots under the window."

...He only didn't mention how they were turned into dishes and served on the table.

Feng Rugu was in a happy mood, sat down next to Ruyi, and said affectionately: "Thank you Master Ruyi, this really saved Feng Er's life."

"Don't dare to take it." Ruyi dismissed his relationship with these dishes lightly, "The poor monk only hopes that Yun Zhongjun will be quiet, and don't disturb others' cultivation."

Feng Ruyu was not polite, took the chopsticks, and chewed.

Under the warm yellow light, his hair was still wet. Feng Ruyuan ate with bamboo shoots with relish, Ru turned his face to one side, watching him eating deliciously, and after watching him for a long time, he realized that his mind was too inattentive.

...he'd never been like this before.

Ruyi was in doubt for a moment, so he simply took a pen and paper, and copied the "Infinite Life Sutra" on hand to calm his mind: "People in the world, father and son, brothers, husband and wife, relatives, should respect and love each other, and don't hate each other..."

The more he copied, the more restless he became.

In Jianchuan where he lives, the father is not the father, the son is not the son; the brother is not the brother, the brother is not the brother;

As soon as he sank his heart, he continued to copy.

"People are in the midst of love and desire, live and die alone, go and come alone, suffer and enjoy themselves, there is no substitute..."

When copying this paragraph, Ruyi raised his head, and for some reason, stared at Feng Rugu, his heart contracted a little strangely, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Before he could distinguish what kind of emotion it was, he suddenly heard footsteps outside and loud voices coming towards the guest room.

Feng Rugu wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and just as he asked "what's the matter", there was a knock on the door.

It was Sang Luojiu's voice.

He said: "Reporting to Master, there seems to be an accident at Qingshuangmen."

At this time, Luo Fuchun who heard the accurate news also came to the door.

Compared with Sang Luojiu, he was much more anxious, and he pushed the door open and entered directly: "Master! The disciple of Qingshuangmen who was let out of Sichuan because of his father's critical illness was found dead on the side of the ice bridge." !"

Feng Rugu asked, "How did you die?"

"It's Tang Dao!" Luo Fuchun said anxiously, "Tang Dao cut his throat and died! That person appeared again!"