Everyone owes me a favor

"...Master!!"

Luo Fuchun's heart-piercing cry was blocked by the ice water flooding his head.

When the ice water is over the top of the head, the tingling sensation that first fell into the water quickly turns into thousands of steel needles, directly hitting the skin.

Feng Rugu's body immediately lost consciousness, and his mind went numb.

Fortunately, when he came back to his senses, his frozen hand was still tightly clenched to Ruyi's hand.

——When grabbing his hand, Feng Ruyuan didn't remember how dangerous it was.

He only remembered one thing, his little Hongchen was born in the inland mountains since he was a child, and he didn't know water.

Anyone who cultivates the Tao falls into the sinking water, and his spiritual power disappears completely, just like ordinary people.

And the drowning person, driven by the nature of survival, will first choose to grab the only life-saving straw around him, and then talk about other things.

Feng Ruyou was resisting the pain of the icy cold, tried his best to flatten his body, so as to slow down the sinking speed, and barely opened his eyes, looking around, looking for a dark rock to grasp, suddenly felt that his body was heavy, and he was almost out of balance .

He lowered his head and saw that Ruyi unconsciously grabbed half of his arm.

Feng Ruyuan thought anxiously and gratifiedly, good boy, that's it, don't let go.

The sinking water is heavenly water, which lacks buoyancy in the first place. With Ruyi dragging like this, Feng Ruzhi couldn't even swing his legs to try to swim in the water, so he could only sink to the bottom of the water along with him.

The sky light on the water gradually faded away, Feng Rugu was almost out of breath, he only felt that his chest and lungs were oppressed, and his vision gradually became blurred.

Suddenly, a silver thread came into his eyes.

At first, he thought he was wrong.

After Feng Ruyuan realized what it was, he couldn't help being overjoyed.

——That was his harp line.

Before leaving, Sang Luojiu put this thing that could only be used for elegant entertainment into his luggage, and it was originally prepared for changing the strings of his phoenix-headed harp.

...Feng Ruyu has never thanked himself for his hypocrisy and Sang Luojiu's carefulness like now.

Because of the lack of buoyancy in the water, the falling speed of the silk thread was not slow. When the thread went down the water, Feng Ruzhi grabbed it and wrapped it around his wrist twice.

However, before he could be happy, Ruyi over there let go of his arm without warning!

When a person suddenly falls into the icy water, the body is stressed, the limbs will inevitably shrink, the mind will be numb, and the subconscious will grasp everything that can be grasped, and will not let go.

The current Ruyi actually regained a little consciousness halfway, and he didn't want to drag Feng Ruyi down, so he simply let go, lest the two of them die together!

Seeing him let go suddenly, Feng Rugu didn't expect it, his heart suddenly tightened, and he wanted to grab him urgently, but his limbs were stiff and his movements were inconvenient, and the higher-ups found that he had pulled someone, so they immediately pulled him upwards as if they had found a treasure. Feng Ruyuan's fingertips only had time to catch a little bit of his floating clothes, and then brushed past him. He saw his platinum monk robe floating like a cloud, sliding all the way into the bottomless black abyss.

Feng Ruyuan was dragged ashore with three thumps.

Seeing Feng Rugu coming out of the water, lying on the side of the broken bridge panting, with pale face, Luo Fuchun burst into tears, hugged Feng Rugu with a tiger pounce, and refused to let go: "Master! You scared me to death! "

Haijing was so anxious that tears came to her eyes, but she didn't dare to question loudly, and said weakly, "Mr. Yunzhong, where is my little uncle?"

When the cool wind blew, Feng Ruyuan was in pain all over his body, his face turned pale from the pain, he could only wrap his arms around his chest, and squeezed tightly: "...I can't be rescued."

Haijing's face turned pale immediately, and she fell to the ground, almost crying out.

Sang Luojiu went to unseal the wet clothes as before, and signaled Luo Fuchun to quickly take off his clothes to protect Master from the cold: "As long as Master is fine."

Even though he had seen it before, when he showed his green lotus tattoo, everyone couldn't help but be horrified when they saw the scar hidden under the lotus tattoo.

Feng Ruyuan was terribly cold, and even the series of movements that followed were trembling.

He wrapped the heavy wet clothes on his upper body around his waist, and as if he didn't feel any pain, he pulled out the harp strings that were entangled in the flesh of his palms, and quickly wrapped them between the clothes around his waist: "It's just right."

Sang Luojiu suddenly felt a little bad: "...Master, what are you going to do?"

With a pale face, Feng Ruyuan smiled brightly at Sang Luojiu: "It's nothing, I just came up to catch my breath."

After saying that, without waiting for Sang Luojiu to stop him, Feng Rugu turned over and fell into the water. Once his body turned over, he disappeared into the water like a fish. What came up was only the traces of blood swaying from the wound in his palm.

He dived deliberately, not too slow, and not long after, he saw the corner of the monk's robe that was covered with gold in the white.

The coldness at the bottom of the submerged water was completely incomparable to that at the upper level, Feng Rugu felt like a water ghost, the cold water pierced his body piece by piece, and sliced ​​through his bones.

He no longer knew how he spread his arms and tried to grab the skirt of the shirt.

It wasn't until he felt a tightness around his waist that his scattered consciousness gathered again.

...the harp string has been placed on the head.

And he hasn't rescued Ruyi yet.

Luo Fuchun on the broken bridge is pulling the other end of the harp string and looking down, tears are streaming down, Haijing is kneeling beside the broken bridge, her shoulders can't stop shaking.

Sang Luojiu was the only one who kept his composure at least. He wrapped Luo Fuchun's clothes around his hands, so as not to hurt his palm even more when he pulled someone up.

Suddenly, Luo Fuchun, who had been holding the harp tightly, lost his balance, sat back and fell to the ground.

Even though Sang Luojiu hugged his waist in time, he was pushed back a few steps and fell to the ground together with him.

He hugged Luo Fuchun and whispered in his ear: "... Where is Master?"

Luo Fuchun didn't have time to answer, he threw himself to the water's edge, and lifted the harp string that suddenly lightened a few times.

...the harp string broke.

It was bitten off.

Seeing the broken harp string, even Sang Luojiu was stunned, his shoulders trembled slightly.

In the past, he couldn't quite understand why Feng Rugu was secretly considered a "lunatic" by some people, saying that he was as his name suggests, crazy and willful, and an evil in the Tao.

Now that he has seen it with his own eyes, he believes that Master is evil and crazy. If he is willing, he can sacrifice his life for one person and move mountains and seas.

Under the deep water of several zhang, Feng Rugu had already embraced the semi-conscious man in his arms.

Seeing that his eyelids moved slightly and he was still somewhat conscious, Feng Rugu breathed a sigh of relief, pressed against his lips, breathed out half of the remaining breath, embraced him, and slowly sank with him.

Feng Ruyuan looked up, and saw that the water surface was already far away from them, and there was only a thin light that was almost gone, which would disappear at any time.

...There will be no second harp string put down.

Feng Rugu's lungs were short of Qi again.

At this time, suffocation is the only way to make him feel a little bit alive.

But Feng Ruyu still didn't give up.

He concentrated, closed his eyes and recited silently. When he opened his eyes again, the pupil of his injured right eye, which had been injured and whose vision was blurred, gradually turned into a strange deep purple from the surrounding to the middle.

Feng Ruso, this person, is crazy and crazy.

In his view, there are no unbreakable shackles in the world.

Those who can't use their spiritual power in the water, it's just that their spiritual power is not enough.

What if he still gives up everything?

His Guixu swordsmanship was created by himself. It is called Guixu.

Water grows all things, water nourishes all things, water integrates all things, and contains all things.

The principle of the Guixu swordsmanship is to borrow energy to pass through energy, dissipate and gather the power of others, and use it for oneself.

Feng Rugu pointed to Cheng Jian and used the heart formula of Guixu swordsmanship.

At first, the surrounding water flowed as usual, but after a while, the water gradually became stormy, and there were small water waves swirling around the two of them.

Fortunately, the sinking water was icy cold to the bone, even if Feng Rugu's lungs hurt like a knife, like fried oil, the feeling is not very obvious.

Feng Rugu has the ability to get close to the Nascent Soul, and he is already the best among monks in the world, and his swordsmanship in Guixu is extraordinary. The ancient spirit in the submerged water is attracted by him, and the water spin forms an upward buoyancy force out of thin air, pushing it up. Live in two bodies, all the way up.

Feng Rugu had already forgotten how far he was from the water, and just poured out all his aura without any scruples. Even if the aura was not pure, it contained bursts of palpitating magic power, like water melting into water, spreading Into this deep water abyss, will not be noticed.

The light in front of my eyes is getting brighter and brighter.

The sound of splashing water shattered the trace of clear consciousness that Feng Rugu managed to maintain with his will.

He couldn't hear Sang Luojiu and Luo Fuchun calling him master, he only felt that someone was breaking his and Ruyi's tightly held hands.

Feng Ruyuan instinctively clenched it tightly, but his fingers were so numb that even he didn't know whether he was holding something or not.

In fact, he didn't have to do it at all.

His consistent hands were so cold that he couldn't let go.

Seeing that both of them had been rescued, the group of people breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that it was too late to chase the swordsman Tang at this time, so they had to retreat back to Jianchuan quickly.

Stepping on the land of Jianchuan again, the spiritual power flowed back, and Ruyi suddenly leaned over and choked out a few mouthfuls of water.

If one's constitution is slanted to yang, the spiritual energy flows quickly, and the damaged body and meridians are easily repaired. After a short time, his body temperature has returned to normal.

But the hand that held him tightly was still shockingly cold.

Feng Ruyuan leaned against Sang Luojiu, his lips were white and his eyes were red, as if he had fallen asleep.

But when Ruyi sat up with difficulty and wanted to inquire about his condition, Feng Ruzhi opened his eyes weakly.

His pupil color had returned to normal, but after seeing his face clearly, Feng Ruzhi grabbed Ruyi's shoulder with some strength.

"Why let go!?" Feng Rugu's teeth were trembling, and his voice was out of tune, "I didn't even let go, why did you—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he vomited sideways.

The water was half mixed with blood.

"Master!" Luo Fuchun screamed, and yelled at Yan Wufu, the disciples of the Qingshuang Sect who rushed over after hearing the sound, "Save me, Master!"

Before those disciples came forward, Ruyi gritted his teeth and stood up without even taking off his wet monk robe, and hugged Feng Ruzhi horizontally, his voice was unusually cold: "...room, take me there."

Feng Ruyuan leaned crookedly in his arms, the corners of his mouth and cheeks still had scratches from the broken strings of the harp.

But what is more conspicuous than the wound is the green lotus blooming on his body.

——A total of two lotus flowers are in full bloom on the back waist and lower abdomen. The lotus flower on the left waist is half-opened, shining brightly, as if drawn by the blood flowing from his body.