Everyone owes me a favor

Luo Fuchun was shocked: "Master means...?"

"Shh." Feng Rugu tapped his upper lip with his index finger, looked over his shoulder at the disciples of the three families who were coming and going, and signaled him to keep quiet, "I don't mean anything. Just bring the person I want to the bed."

Luo Fuchun enthusiastically said: "Master, do you want to ask one by one? Which family's disciples do you want to ask first?"

"Close it first." Feng Rugu hooked his fingers at Ruyi, and immediately walked with his hands behind his back, "I'll go and see the place where the child died, and I'll ask them when I come back.... By the way, don't forget, everyone separates the switch." , don't close together."

Seeing that Feng Rugu was about to leave, Luo Fuchun chased after him a few steps: "Master, Master, I can leave the interrogation to Luo Jiu, and save time..."

Feng Rugu had already walked more than ten meters away, and without turning his head when he heard the words, he raised his hand and commanded: "Luo Jiu, hit him so hard that he's going to die."

Before Luo Fuchun came back to his senses, Sang Luojiu behind him said "Senior brother, offend me", raised his finger and hit Luo Fuchun hard.

Luo Fuchun covered his head, feeling aggrieved and confused: "Why did Master hit me?"

Sang Luojiu rubbed the place where he was knocked apologetically: "Brother, have you forgotten? I bear the name of the son of the head of the Feihua Sect, and my status is embarrassing. If I participate in this matter, I will inevitably be questioned by the other two." favoritism."

Luo Fuchun suddenly realized, just about to speak, he held his head and let out a hissing breath.

Sang Luojiu struck very hard, Luo Fuchun was so painful that tears came out, but seeing his junior brother rubbing the sore spot for him in a gentle manner, with sincere guilt in his eyes, how could Luo Fuchun get angry, just Filled with helpless tenderness: "Okay, okay, Luojiu, don't worry about it, go back and have a good rest; Haijing, go to Jianchuan and get the list of the disciples who are in charge of night patrol tonight; The people in charge are all here, so let me go back to the hall and ask, who was patrolling the river at that time, maybe some people will not admit it, and when the time comes to bring a pair of value records, it is a serious suspicion, and I will give priority to interrogating him. Can save some snacks."

Seeing the back of Luo Fuchun rushing back to Muxuetang after assigning tasks, Sang Luojiu stood alone on the spot, raised his hand to press his chest, his face was full of gentle spring light that would not melt away for ten thousand years.

Only Sang Luojiu knew that the master didn't let him participate in the investigation because he was worried that he would be criticized.

——Master obviously forbids him to intentionally induce, embed threads, forge evidence, and design to entrap Feihuamen at such a time.

——I have been a master's disciple for three years, and I am obedient in everything, but he still guards against me when it is still critical.

This recognition not only did not disappoint Sang Luojiu, but made him tremble slightly with excitement.

Like Luo Fuchun, Sang Luojiu admired and revered Feng Rugu.

However, he is completely different from his senior brother.

What Luo Fuchun admired was Feng Rugu in the past, who flouted Kunlun, laughed at Luliang, held his sword to the end of the world, and shined brightly.

What Sang Luojiu admired was the current Feng Rugu, who was always lazy and careless, and always carried a knife when talking and laughing.

If one day Feng Ruyi let go of his guard against him, Sang Luojiu might still be disappointed.

But now that he realized the master's defense against him, Sang Luojiu knew that the master was still the same master.

Therefore, he was very happy.

Master's doubts are indeed not unreasonable, but Sang Luojiu feels that he is not living a bad life now. He has a master who can love him and a brother who can play with him.

He straightened his clothes and turned around, but bumped into Hua Bieshuang who was coming in a hurry.

Hua Bieshuang had a strange expression, obviously he had something to say, but he still did not forget to bow his hands respectfully: "Brother."

Sang Luojiu squatted down: "Shuang'er, why is your face so bad? Is something wrong?"

Shuang'er pulled her elder brother's sleeve to the shelter, and said in a low voice, "Brother, I have something to tell you, don't tell Yun Zhongjun."

Sang Luojiu didn't agree directly, but with a warm smile, Hua Bieshuang had the illusion that he "already promised": "Go ahead."

Shuang'er cautiously said: "This month, Jianchuan was closed, and I couldn't hold it anymore. Once the ban was lifted, I sneaked out of Sichuan, went to the nearby Jianchuan City to buy some food, and played for half a day..."

Sang Luo had realized for a long time that Hua Bie Shuang was about to say something extraordinary, so she pretended not to notice, put on the expression of her elder brother blaming her fun-loving younger brother, stroked his hair, and gave him a great blow in time. sense of security.

Sure enough, after Hua Bieshuang was comforted by her brother in this way, she no longer hesitated to speak: "About an hour ago, I went back to Jianchuan, but I hid in the grove behind Jianchuan, and I was not in a hurry to cross the bridge. ——I read the duty list before I came out. At that time, we Feihuamen disciples were in charge of guarding the bridge. I was afraid of being bumped into by them. In that woods, it seemed like I was waiting for someone..."

...Auntie?

The head of Baishengmen wishes the Ming Dynasty?

Sang Luo asked for a long time: "Who is she waiting for, can you see it?"

Hua Bieshuang shook her head with a bitter face: "I didn't stay there, I avoided her as soon as I saw her. My aunt is much stricter than my mother when dealing with juniors, and I don't want to fall into her hands."

In other words, before the disciple was killed, Zhu Mingchao appeared in the woods.

Sang Luojiu couldn't help remembering that Master said that Zhu Mingchao also appeared next to the little Taoist priest's corpse in the mountain depression, and turned the corpse around, trying to lead the dispute to Feihuamen.

Sang Luojiu didn't think Shuang'er would tell such a straight-forward lie.

As long as Zhu Mingchao had other witnesses at that time, then this lie would be self-defeating.

He said gently, "Have you told Dad about this?"

This is knowingly asking.

With Hua Ruohong's narrow mindedness, if he had grasped such a big trick as Zhu Mingchao, he would have exposed it in public or threatened Zhu Mingchao with this, and he would not just target Yan Wufu alone.

Shuang'er really shook her head: "I didn't tell anyone, I just told my elder brother. After I sneaked back, I heard that something happened in the small woods, the more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong..."

Anyway, Shuang'er is just an 11-year-old child, and she can't hide the matter in her heart, and she becomes more and more panicked as she speaks, "Isn't it really my aunt who did it?... Otherwise, my elder brother should tell Yun Zhongjun about it." Well, I'm afraid—"

Sang Luojiu picked him up and coaxed him skilfully: "Don't be afraid, there is elder brother here. It doesn't matter whether you tell Master or not, but this kind of thing can't be kept in your heart. Come, elder brother will take you back, and you can talk to elder brother again on the way." Let me explain it in detail, brother and you think about it together, if the situation is serious, then tell my master Yun Zhongjun, okay?"

……

After separating from the other three, Feng Rugu and Ruyi walked towards the ice bridge.

Feng Rugu was thinking about something, and Ruyi was looking at Feng Rugu who was thinking about something, his eyes never left his index finger that touched Luo Fuchun's lips.

He held a handkerchief in his right hand, which became hot, but he didn't hand it out.

Feng Rugu started flirting with him again: "Is there something strange about this?"

Ruyi: "Yes."

Feng Rugu: "To take someone's life so easily, the three families are in charge, right?"

Ruyi: "Yes."

Feng Rugu: "I look good, don't I?"

Ruyi: "...boring."

Feng Ruyi, who didn't deceive Ruyi, wasn't too upset.

Because of the murder case, the ice bridge has been immobilized by magic power, and many disciples are walking on the bridge. They should be sent by the leaders of various families to hunt down the swordsman of Tang Dynasty. They couldn't find any traces, so they can only return to report the situation .

Looking at the swaying black waves on the submerged water, Feng Ruzhi stretched out his hand.

Staring at his palm, Ruyi froze for a moment.

Feng Rugu was waiting to cross the bridge, seeing that Ruyi didn't move, he said naturally: "Where are the Buddha beads, hold me."

Ruyi: "..."

He felt ashamed of the thought that came to him indistinctly just now, and stepped on the bridge first: "Go by yourself."

Unexpectedly, Feng Ruyu was skinny and shameless, and reached out to grab his belt: "What if I fall? Although Feng Er knows a little about water, it won't feel good if he falls. Master Ruyi has a Buddhist heart, and he can bear to see Feng Er." Do you suffer?"

After all, he shook his belt brazenly and smiled so dazzlingly.

Ru Yi turned her head one by one, her ears were itchy and slightly hot, but she couldn't see clearly in the night.

He pushed back the wooden sword at his waist: "... Hurry up."

Feng Rugu grabbed Ruyi's saber in one hand, and followed behind him, holding the blood-stained family letter in the other hand, and studied it carefully with the afterglow of the perennial shark oil lamp lit beside Jianchuan.

After walking halfway across the bridge, a disciple dressed in Qingshuangmen's costume passed them by on the bridge, and bowed his head to greet them from a long distance away.

After reading the letter, Ruyi moved half of his body away to ensure that he could pass safely, and handed the letter to Ruyi.

As soon as Ru received the letter, he saw something strange at a glance.

The letter was crumpled, as if it had been tightly held in the palm of the deceased.

There was nothing wrong with this, but it was unbelievable that the letter fell near the corpse and was stained with clear bloody fingerprints.

... This means that he was still holding the letter in his hand when he died.

If he really had a private relationship with Tang Dao Ke as Hua Ruohong speculated, why would he insist on holding this letter to see him?

Ru handed the letter back to Feng Ruyu, and put forward a conjecture: "Maybe Su Ping really went home. From Qingping Mansion to Jianchuan, back and forth, with his cultivation base, the time is just enough."

Feng Ruru continued: "But what he saw might be an unscathed father."

Ruyi said: "Under the tense situation of the confrontation between the three Jianchuan families, it is not difficult for Su Ping to realize that this is a fake letter and that Qingshuangmen has been calculated."

Feng Rugu said: "In such an extraordinary period, it must have taken a great risk for Director Yan to let him go out of Sichuan privately. Maybe he is being attacked by the other two leaders at this time."

Ruyi said: "General Manager Yan should treat them well. At this time, he must come back immediately to rescue him."

Feng Rugu said: "This is just speculation."

Ruyi said: "At least I have a direction."

Feng Ruyu: "Yes, for example, if this letter is genuine, who sent it?"

While talking, the two had already stepped off the ice bridge.

Feng Rugu pulled a disciple dressed in Qingshuangmen costumes: "Do you know Su Ping?"

It was no coincidence that when the disciple heard Su Ping's name, his eyes turned red: "Hui Yunzhongjun, Su Ping is my fellow countryman... When he received the letter, I told him that I would go back with him, and he said I am afraid that it will be difficult for the sect master to sneak out one of them is already a risk, but if you send two at once, once the incident happens, the sect master will not be able to tell."

Feng Rugu said: "Then please don't go back, run errands for me and go to Qingping Mansion."

The disciple was obviously a little embarrassed: "Mr. Yunzhong, although I know his mother, she is already old. I am afraid that she will lose her husband first and then her son. I plan to take his body home with Yan Zhangshi..."

Seeing that he was really sad, his nose and eye sockets were all red, Feng Ruyuan stopped embarrassing him, patted him on the shoulder, and told him to go back.

After sending this little disciple away, Feng Rugu looked at Ruyi: "You run?"

With the same cultivation base, it takes less than an hour to go to Qingping Mansion to turn around.

Ruyi refused: "Send you back, I'll go again."

Feng Rugu smiled: "This is at the door of a Taoist sect. If the three of them are fighting each other again, who would dare to plot against me? Besides, even if the Tang swordsman comes, do you think he is really better than me when it comes to swords? He has this ability, he should have come to kill me long ago."

This is actually a good statement, but for some reason, Ruyi clearly knows that this person has a peerless swordsmanship, and even his own protection is probably unnecessary, but he still feels that this person is like glass, fragile and fragile, just like he is hiding under his sleeve His wrist would be bruised if he squeezed it.

Ruyi insisted: "...or go together."

Feng Ruyuan's heart trembled, and the smile on his face became brighter: "Okay, after checking the scene, let's go together."

Ruyi acquiesced, and handed the hot handkerchief to Feng Ruyuan, his expression as cold as usual: "The sword is not very clean. Wipe your hands."

Seeing Feng Rugu obediently wipe off the fingers that touched Luo Fuchun, Ruyi's expression eased a lot: "Let's go."

They still have a long way to go.

The grove where Su Ping's body was buried was not by the bridge, but on the back of Jianchuan.

That forest is the only way to return to Jianchuan from Qingping Mansion.

Seeing that they have such a long way to go, and they have to go around half a lake, Feng Rugu's feet immediately softened and began to play tricks: "Feng Er is tired, master carry me."

"..."

Ru Yi took back the handkerchief, ignored his obvious act of hooking up, and walked straight forward.

Feng Rugu put his hands on his belt, muttered, and was led by Ruyi to the woods that still smelled of blood.

At this time, above the ice bridge.

The disciple of Qingshuangmen who talked to Feng Ruyu just now met a disciple of Qingshuangmen walking towards the outside of Jianchuan, holding on to the railing of the ice bridge in the middle of the bridge.

After seeing the opponent's face clearly, the disciple was dazzled for a moment.

It was a young man with a delicate appearance and aloof, with a strong sense of being untouched by the world of mortals.

It looks like a bright branch, and it looks like a dust-free night.

Although he felt that this person was a bit unfamiliar, the disciple felt that he had seen this person before.

So he nodded to the latter.

The latter gave him a polite nod back.

It was just an ordinary nod of greeting, but if Feng Rugu was there, he would definitely find out that this person was the disciple who passed him by on the bridge just now.

After greeting him, the former continued to walk into Jianchuan, thinking while walking:

Is it because the night is too dark, did he see it wrong?

That disciple just now had blue pupils?