Everyone owes me a favor

Feng Rugu, who was tormented by the extreme cold, dreamed of a teenage affair.

Ten years ago, when I was traveling with Little Hongchen to the small town under Wuji Mountain, I received a letter from Fengling.

There are three pages of letter paper, the first page is master's elegant handwriting, and the tone is businesslike: Bo Ning, two days later, Mount Qiemo, the Eastern Emperor's sacrificial ceremony is about to begin, and you need to lead and preside over it.Everything has been arranged, return soon.

The next page is still the same handwriting, but changed the tone: as before, have fun?

Feng Rugu knew that although Master Xiaoyao was a Daoist who loved the free world, he was clear-sighted enough, but he couldn't imagine how Master could see through that he and Senior Brother Chang had switched identities.

When he left the mountain that year, the master was so disturbed by his wife that he couldn't even get off the ground, and he couldn't see him in the end. How could he know that it was him who went down the mountain, not Senior Brother Chang?

Full of doubts, Feng still opened the third letter paper.

"Nonsense. Would you stay in seclusion for more than four years so honestly?"

Feng Ruyu laughed out loud.

You Hongchen, who was practicing calligraphy over there, raised his head and looked at him with wet eyes: "Father, is there anything happy?"

Feng Ruzhi sat down beside him, hugged his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Of course there is a good thing. We can go home now."

He had long wanted to take You Hongchen back to Fengling, cross Ming Road, and give him a home, so that he would not have to wander around with him and live in no fixed place. Unfortunately, the five-year tour period has not yet arrived, and Feng Ruyu dared not run away easily Go back, and make my wife unhappy again.

Now that the five-year period is approaching, the master also guessed that the brothers and sisters had switched identities. As long as he can preside over the Eastern Emperor's sacrificial ceremony well, and the master can say a few good words for him, the teacher's wife will not hold grudges like this.

The problem is, Senior Brother Bo Ning is in seclusion. Five years have passed, and his cultivation has probably reached a critical point. At this time, it would be bad if he forced his way out. Master also took this into consideration, so he told himself to go back with the face of a senior. Temporarily used as a top bag.

Time is running out, he has no time to return to Fengling to settle down in Hongchen, and he is even more afraid that if he is not around, the group of monkey cubs in Fengling will make fun of his little Hongchen.

The children on the left and right are well-behaved and quiet, and they never run around, and the Eastern Emperor's ceremony will be over in at most five days, so Feng Ruyuan simply settled Xiao Hongchen in the inn, bought the new clothes he was going to wear when he took him to Fengling, and gave them to him. After paying enough for the rent and leaving enough money for him to spend extravagantly for a month, he ran to Qiemo Mountain just now.

He was half an hour late than the appointed time.

When they arrived at the foot of Mount Qiemo, Feng Rugu saw Han Jing.

As a senior brother of Danyang Peak, like other disciples of Danyang Peak, Han Jing was dressed in a rouge and vermilion dress, with the breeze blowing, and the plain jade belt fluttering around his waist.

With his back to himself, he was watching a small light-colored flower that bloomed on the rock wall, and his fingertips reached for a small butterfly resting on the pistil.

Feng Rugu coughed, imitating his brother's tone, and greeted politely: "Brother Han."

Hearing the sound, Han Jing, who had just caught the butterfly's wing and was lowering his head to smell the faint fragrance of flowers on the butterfly's wing, turned around.

Han Jing's appearance is cold and alienated, Danfeng's eyes are slightly raised, his eyes are like lacquer eyebrows like snow, his bearing is like a peerless famous sword, but his gentle temperament has diluted a lot, and he has become a very kind and gentle gentleman Mutually.

He let go of the butterfly wings, looked at Feng Rugu, and said softly, "Boning, you're here."

But immediately, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"You are not Bo Ning." Han Jing stepped forward, but due to his temperament, even the questioning voice seemed too refined, "... who are you?"

He stepped forward, activated a bit of vermilion spiritual power with his fingertips, touched Feng Rugu's forehead, and the appearance of Chang Boning gradually disappeared, revealing a noble and cynical face of a young master.

"...as usual?"

Seeing that he was exposed before going up the mountain, Feng Rugu simply hugged him, and said coquettishly, "Senior Brother Han, long time no see, do you miss me?"

Han Jing was so troubled by him, he touched the back of his head, and asked, "Didn't you say that the disciples of Qiemo Mountain were Bo Ning, Sanchai and I who came to take care of them? Why are you here?"

Feng Rugu thought it was too troublesome to explain, and guessed that Han Jing had a good temper, so he simply changed the topic: "Junior brother Jing is here too? Where is it?!"

Han Jing couldn't see his intention to fish in troubled waters, and when he thought of the rumors of "Feng Ruyuan practicing in seclusion and Chang Boning traveling abroad" in the past five years, he still couldn't understand the joints, so he smiled helplessly and led He walked up the hill.

On the way up the mountain with him, Feng Rugu touched the position of his forehead: "Senior brother Han, brother's phase shifting technique, how do you know it?"

Han Jing replied softly: "That year, my master and your master went out to subdue demons, and I walked with your senior brother. He taught me the seven-flower seal, and I taught him the technique of phase shifting..."

As he said that, he remembered something, and turned to Feng Rugu: "Do you want me to help you change back?"

Now that it has been exposed, Feng Rugu didn't bother to change back, besides, he always liked his own face the most, so he waved his hands and said, "No, this is fine."

While speaking, they had arrived at the gathering place of the disciples of all the families.

Seeing that it was not Chang Boning who was picked up by Han Jing, but Feng Rugu, who was famous for his madness and arrogance, the young disciples of the family immediately showed dissatisfaction and talked a lot.

Han Jing consciously took a step forward and stood in front of him, blocking the sunlight for him and isolating everyone's discussion.

Feng Ruyu doesn't care about this.Now that his identity was exposed, he simply transformed the "Tangdi Sword" neatly inserted into his waist into his real body, put the pair of swords behind his back, slowly swayed to Jing Sanchai's side, and bumped him with his shoulder. Jing Sanchai, who was sitting on the rock and lowered his head, was wiping the head of the spear.

Jing Sanchai turned her head and saw that it was Feng Rugu who came, her eyes widened immediately: "Why is it you?"

Feng Rugu lay on his shoulders, stretching his hands and feet comfortably: "Brother Jing, aren't you happy that your old brother is here?"

Jing Sanchai was expressionless: "Stay away, be careful that I will cut off half of your head if I make a mistake."

"If you hit me, my master will hit your master." Feng Ruzhi leaned on Jing Sanchai's thigh confidently, "You decide what to do."

Jing Sanchai: "You are so thick-skinned, there must be something missing in your horoscope, so your name is not good, you should find a way to make up for the missing horoscope."

Feng Rugu: "Brother Jing has a good name, let me tell you about it."

Jing Sanchai: "I'll call you Feng Jingjing."

Feng Ruyuan laughed loudly: "Fuck you."

The relationship between the three families has always been deep, especially Jing Sanchai and Feng Rugu, while Han Jing, who is older, has a quiet temperament and doesn't like excitement, so he can't get in the way. God, as if missing someone.

Feng Rugu was still leaning on Jing Sanchai's lap, and he flicked the order officer's token on his fingertips.

Seeing Jing Sanchai carefully cleaning and maintaining the gun head, he asked curiously: "Didn't your master say that with your talent, you are more suitable for short guns? Why do you still practice long guns?"

Jing Sanchai spat: "Why should I listen to him? I'm going to grow up."

Feng Rugu said with a smile: "This matter is different from that. The longer the better."

Jing Sanchai was furious, jumped up, and stabbed Feng Rugu all over the mountain with a spear in his hands: "Do you think it's okay? Okay?"

Han Jing, who was listening, had a reddish face, pretending not to understand, and tried to dissuade him from the side: "Stop playing around..."

At that time, Chu Yang was going up to Lin Duan, and when he looked up, he could see the sky filled with clouds.

After the two had had enough quarrels, they went back to their respective positions. Feng Rugu leaned against a stone, thinking of You Hongchen who was left in the inn by him, wondering if he ate steamed buns or bean curd this morning.

However, only in the next moment, the situation changed unexpectedly.

A gust of wind blew across the ridge, blowing a clump of bamboos to patter wildly. When the chill hit the body, a surge of devilish energy swept up from the ground, and the forest and leaves all over the ground roared upwards, as if the world had been completely turned upside down.

Feng Rugu reacted very quickly, holding "Yesterday" in his left hand, thrusting his sword into the ground, standing still, holding "Jianzhao" horizontally in his right hand, and quickly cast a light blue "Forbidden Evil" spell, the sword energy and spiritual energy are like green The smoke drifted around, but it only had time to protect the group of disciples closest to him——

A pitch-black light door opened out of nowhere at the soles of their feet, and evil cold air invaded their bodies.

With his previous cultivation level, it is not difficult to escape alone, but the dozens of disciples he protects will be seriously injured by the twisting devil energy, life and death are unpredictable.

He is the order officer representing Fengling, and he can't take a step back.

Feng Ruyuan turned his head away and found that Jing Sanchai and Han Jing also had no intention of leaving.

Especially Han Jing, he was the tallest, tall and tall, and the wind from all directions hit him, blowing his red clothes flying upside down, but his face was extremely firm, which was reassuring to watch.

However, the three of them defended for a long time, but they were still drowned into the unfathomable abyss together with all the disciples in an irresistible suction.

——The cold air hit the body, like a knife cutting the bone.

Ten years ago, Feng Rugu, did he know what it means to have a cold wind like iron, and what it means to have a cold liver and gallbladder?

He woke up from the dream, curled up into a ball, tried his best to avoid the bursts of bone pain, and murmured in a hoarse voice: "Um..."

……

Although Jianchuanzhong has done enough protection work, and requires disciples to tie ropes around their waists every time they go to Jianchuan to fetch water and use it for alchemy and refining tools, it is still inevitable that some disciples will fall into the water every year. Therefore, Jianchuan always has warm pavilions in four seasons. So that timely treatment of those who fell into the water.

Ruyi has already removed all the wet clothes from Feng Ruyu's body, put on dry underwear, and covered himself with a warm quilt, but saw him rolling and raving on the bed, in great pain, and felt that his heart seemed to be soaked in ice water When I went in, there was a burst of numbness and tingling.

Sang Luojiu lifted up the quilt and held his pale blue ankle, noticing that the meridians in Feng Rugu's body were stagnant and there was no spiritual power flowing, so he was not too surprised: "Master has just overdrawn his spiritual power, the spirit body is afraid It was severely damaged by the sinking water and could not recover..."

Before he finished speaking, Ruyi whispered: "...all out."

Luo Fuchun snapped: "I don't! I want to guard Master!"

Ruyi was too lazy to say any more, he flicked his sleeves, the powerful spiritual pressure directly forced Luo Fuchun and others out of the Nuan Pavilion.

The door slammed shut.

The heat source holding his feet disappeared, Feng Rugu immediately shrank his ankles under the quilt: "It's cold... Brother Han..."

Ruyi took his frozen feet, rubbed them gently in the palms, injected heat, and emphasized: "I am Ruyi."

...Who is his "Brother Han"?

But he had no time to think about it.

Feng Ruyuan's whole body was cold, it was really cold to the bone, and he just lay on the warm bed to warm up, it was useless.

Seeing that the situation was urgent and could not be allowed to deteriorate any longer, Ruyi hesitated, took off the monk robe he had just put on, lifted the quilt, and got into it.

Feng Ruyi's body was like a piece of ice, when he hugged him for the first time, it was terribly cold, but after holding him for a while, Ruyi felt his muscles and bones were soft, and it was very comfortable to hold him in his arms.

Ruyi avoids his sight, doesn't look at his face, abandons distracting thoughts, and just tries to pass on his body temperature to Feng Ruzhi bit by bit.

Feeling the heat source at a close distance, Feng Ruyuan closed his eyes and acted like a baby instinctively: "Senior Brother...Senior Brother Chang, hug..."

At this time, hearing him mention foster father so intimately, Ruyi didn't know why, his heart ached suddenly, and his chest swelled up, making his heart boil, and he turned over and bullied Feng Rugu, pressing his arm on Feng Rugu's body. In Feng Rugu's ear, he raised his voice a little: "...Look clearly, poor monk Ruyi."

Feng Rugu was aroused by the shock, squinted his eyes, stared at the person in front of him for a moment, and murmured: "Little Hongchen..."

Before Ruyi could react, his bare arms wrapped around his neck, and his cheeks rubbed against Ruyi's chest a few times like a cat.

For a moment, Ruyi's body was three points stiffer than the frozen Feng Ruzhi.

Who would have thought that after recognizing him, Feng Ruzhi put his hand on his chest, pushed him away, and said in a low voice: "...Don't hug me, your hands will get cold."