Everyone owes me a favor

Listening to his unconscious whisper, Ruyi seemed to have stepped on the ground, his heart hit his ribs heavily, and bounced back: "...Yun Zhongjun, don't move, lie down."

But Feng Ruyuan couldn't hear the man's words clearly, he struggled to move, and pushed him away blindly.

Ruyi panicked, grabbed his hands, and pressed them against his chest, with a rare emotion in his voice: "Yun Zhongjun... Yun Zhongjun——Feng Ruyu!"

Being scolded by him, Feng Rugu obediently stopped his movements, squinted his eyes, and replied softly: "Huh?"

Knowing that Feng Rugu is usually a person who does his own way and makes people worry, Ruyi is pinched by his gentle tone at this time.

Ru wrapped his arms around his shoulders, held his long hair that had been dried by mana in his palms, tied it into a bunch, put it on his right shoulder, and coaxed him inexperiencedly: "...you are obedient."

As soon as the coaxing words came out, Ruyi himself was half ashamed and half annoyed, so that his ears were warmed up.

But as soon as he thought about it, he saved his life, and it was only right that he took care of him personally.

The Buddhists also say that it is the law of heaven that one must repay one's kindness.

However, when he lowered his eyes, he met Feng Ruyuan's lips.

There was a buzzing sound in his head, and the area around his eyes suddenly became hot, as if he had been scalded by those pale lips.

When he fell into the cold water and was half awake, a piece of soft warmth pressed against him, taking half of his breath away.

Ruzhi has excellent eyesight. At that time, with his eyes open, he could clearly see Feng Ruzhi's beautifully shaped neckline and slightly rolling Adam's apple at the bottom of the almost pitch-black water.

He staggered his eyes, not daring to look at Feng Ruyuan's lips again.

For some reason, he even struggled to breathe.

After finally slowing down, Ruyi sat astride him, unbuttoned Feng Ruyuan's front one by one, opened his chest, and hugged him cautiously.

When he put a frozen body into his arms, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he felt that the skin on his waist and abdomen was cold, soft, and delicate, and it was the flesh and blood of a young master who had been spoiled too much, while his own abdominal muscles were distinct. , pressed there rigidly, there was some ambiguous enthusiasm in the slight friction.

In order not to disturb his mind by seeing Feng Ruyuan's face, Ruyi simply hugged him tightly and let him put his cold fingers on his back in a daze, while reciting the "Ksitigarbha Ten Wheel Sutra" in a low voice, Calm down.

It takes time to warm up a piece of ice.

For example, he closed his eyes and chanted at first, but felt that his sight was cut off, and the touch of skin-to-skin contact became more prominent, and his whole body seemed to be covered with itchy flesh, which felt numb and itchy when he touched it, which was really uncomfortable.

He had no choice but to open his eyes again, and looked at the copper tent hook carved with the dark pattern of Pisces for a while, feeling his eyes sore, lowered his eyes slightly, and saw something that made him frown uncontrollably——

Between Feng Ruzhi's half-dressed underclothes, two red lotus branches and leaves could be seen.

The seven-flower seal was drawn by Yi's father, and according to Feng Rugu's words, it is not harmful, but for some reason, Ruyi felt extremely anxious when he saw the red lotus blooming in a hidden location.

He stretched out his hand to block the red lotus on his back, and he couldn't see it, so he felt a little happier.

As time passed, Feng Rugu's body temperature gradually returned to normal, and his consciousness became clearer.

Noticing a muffled moan from the person in his arms, Ruyi quickly separated from him when his eyelids moved slightly, and fastened the buttons on his chest very quickly and expressionlessly.

In his haste, he made a whole row of buttons crooked.

However, fortunately, he was in a hurry. After Feng Ruzhi opened his eyes again, he touched his chest and found that his clothes were still neat, and Ruyi was sitting by the bed, his clothes were neat, with his right hand around his wrist, as if he was probing. his meridians.

His expression was calm, and he didn't show much concern, but his face looked rosy, and it seemed that he didn't suffer much in the sinking water.

Feng Rugu felt relieved, pulled back his hands and wrapped the quilt tightly, because he choked on water and vomited blood, when he spoke, his throat was so dry and hoarse that it hurt, and the smell of blood made him want to vomit: "...Master."

Ruyi let out a "hmm", withdrew his hand, and tucked the quilt tighter: "Mr. Yunzhong is awake, how do you feel?"

The current Feng Rugu doesn't have any special feelings other than wanting to die.

The body was warmed up, but the cold air soaked into the bone marrow, causing great damage, and he over-driven the spiritual power. At this time, the spirit and demon energy were entangled and opposed in the body, and no one helped him adjust it. He could only endure it in a silent voice.

If Ruyi was not still there, he would definitely smash everything in this room.

Feng Rugu moved his body and said with difficulty: "Master, give me, give me a cigarette..."

Unexpectedly, Ruyi said coldly: "Hold it."

Feng Rugu was so uncomfortable that he twisted the corners of the quilt, and was startled when he heard the words: "...what?"

"The poor monk is right here." Ru Dao said, "If you need anything, please ask me to help you."

Although Yanhusuo has quick analgesic effects, it is a drug after all, and excessive use is harmful to the body.

Feng Ruyuan let out a breath, wrapped himself under the quilt, and stopped talking.

Seeing him rolling himself into a ball and giving up on himself, as if a trace of anxious distress flashed across his face, his always firm mind was easily knocked to pieces by this action.

When he almost got up and was about to go out to ask for a bong for Feng Rugu, Feng Rugu got a fluffy hair out from under the quilt.

"It's fine if you don't smoke." Feng Rugu's voice was hoarse and aggrieved, "...you have to hug."

Just now, the two have actually hugged each other close to each other, there is no taboo at all.

However, listening to him speak like this, Ruyi easily fell into a subtle, ashamed and slightly annoyed mood.

Feng Rugu's tone is so natural and casual, who knows how many times he has made such absurd requests to others?

Ruyi set his face coldly: "Mr. Yunzhong, please respect yourself."

Feng Ruyi couldn't stand the pain anymore, his fingertips had sunk deep into the mattress, and he made such a request just to make Ruyi unable to stand his meng lang, go out early, lest he couldn't bear the pain and lose himself in front of him. attitude.

Seeing that Ruyi really felt dissatisfied, and Feng Ruyi's goal was achieved, but his heart was inevitably a little sad.

...Does he hate me that much?

Thinking of this, Feng Ruzhi sneered at himself, turned sideways, and said softly: "...Then please ask Master Luo Jiu to come in."

Ruyi sat on the edge of the bed and didn't move for a long time.

When Feng Ruyuan turned around with some doubts, a pair of arms involuntarily picked him up from the bed, who was tightly wrapped in a warm quilt, put him on his knees, and then hugged his waist.

Feng Ruyuan looked down at his arms encircling her, but couldn't recover for a moment, and unconsciously raised her eyes to look at him.

As the two looked at each other in silence, Feng Rugu unexpectedly had a thought.

...The child from back then has grown so big.

But compared to the flustered Feng Rugu, Ruyi's voice was as calm as usual, without emotion: "Mr. Yunzhong, would it be better to hug like this?"

...The calm voice could not hide his burning red ears.

Feng Ruyi's eyes were blurred from the pain, so naturally he didn't notice it, he was just flattered by Ruyi's cold tenderness, he leaned back and acted coquettishly: "Hold tighter."

Ruyi frowned in dissatisfaction, but his eyes softened a lot unconsciously, and the hand holding him tightened.

He said: "Stay here with peace of mind, take care of your body, and then we will go."

Feng Ruyu exaggerated: "It's really a great honor to be able to get Master Ruyi to say 'we'. Feng Er will die without regret."

Ruyi seemed unwilling to listen to his nonsense, and directly covered his mouth.

The two are so closely bonded that Ruyi fails to see that there is a light blue swastika faintly flashing on his left chest, almost at the same frequency as his unusually fast heartbeat.

Leaning in Ruyi's arms for a while, Feng Ruyuan fainted from the pain with peace of mind.

For example, when he is exhausted, he lays his body flat, covers his quilt, and probes his meridians, and finds that there is still no spiritual energy flowing, it must be overdrawn and exhausted.

Seeing that he was so desperate to save himself, he felt angry, and with his fingertips exerted force, he squeezed half of his face tightly.

Feng Ruzhi in his sleep frowned, as if he had been pinched.

Ruyi felt a sharp pain in his heart, and immediately let go. Seeing a red mark on his face, he couldn't move his eyes. The back of his finger greedily caressed the thin fingerprint he had pinched, gently rubbing it as a comfort.

After finishing this series of dazed and emotional movements, Ruyi suddenly realized that his situation was different. He suddenly got up, took two steps back, collected himself, and walked out slowly after the expression on his face returned to normal.

Luo Fuchun was circling in a hurry outside, when he saw Ruyi coming out, he asked how his master was doing.

Ruyi answered truthfully, her body temperature has calmed down, but her spiritual energy has been exhausted and she needs to rest.

Other than that, it should be fine.

Luo Fuchun was very anxious, and wanted to visit his master, but Sang Luojiu held his lapel behind him, beckoned him to be calm, and asked Ruyi, "Ruyi layman, we need to write a letter to tell Chang about Master's affairs. Uncle?"

In the past, Ru would immediately agree, even if he looked at his adoptive father from a distance, he would feel at ease, but now, his desire to see his adoptive father is not very strong.

He responded simply: "It's up to you."

Afterwards, he turned to Yan Wufu who was also waiting by the side: "Mr. Yunzhong is a cultivator, and the lost spiritual power will be replenished, but he still needs to take care of it with medicine. The poor monk has a little knowledge of Qi and Huang, please be in charge of it." Lead the way and grab some pills."

Yun Zhongjun had an accident in Jianchuan, Yan Wufu, who is currently in charge of Jianchuan, is of course duty bound.

He grabbed his cane and nodded: "Layman, please follow me."

Luo Sang and the others went into the house to take care of Feng Rugu, Ruyi left with Yan Wufu, and quickly drew up a few prescriptions for nourishing the body, dispelling cold and avoiding yin, and planned to catch them one by one later, and cook them well Tell him to subdue it, tell him to get better quickly, and save him from acting like a baby to his apprentice for no reason and messing up etiquette after he wakes up.

As for Yan Wufu, he didn't take it seriously.

These days, he has already figured out the key points of all the matters in Jianchuan, and guessed that Yan Wufu might be in collusion with the Tang swordsman, but this is a matter in the Taoist sect, and the interests are intertwined. He has no right to comment, and besides, he has no evidence, and both Feihuamen and Baishengmen have admitted their crimes and left Jianchuan. The matter has been settled, and it is difficult to pursue it.

He didn't speak, but Yan Wufu spoke first: "Before, the old man didn't know why the person chose Jianchuan to sow discord. At first, the old man thought that it was because the three families had their own selfish intentions, so it was easy for him to use it. With today's incident, the old man understands that that person may have come for Lord Yunzhong."

Ruben didn't want to pay attention to him, but when he heard the word "Yunzhongjun", his spirit lifted a little.

Indeed, the geographical location of Jianchuan is very special. To enter Jianchuan and to leave Jianchuan, one needs to pass through the ice bridge.

Tang Swordsman first borrowed a knife to kill someone, letting Xiafei Sect's disciple's corpse appear in the closed Jianchuan without anyone noticing, making his corpse a part of the blood pen with the word "Feng", forcing Feng to come out of the mountain as before, and come here to investigate. When he went to Sichuan to investigate, he planned to kill Su Ping, probably for the purpose of asking Jianchuan to build an ice bridge, so that he could sneak into Jianchuan in the chaos and do something on the ice bridge, and when Feng Ruyu finished his investigation and left Jianchuan , blowing up the bridge and letting him fall into the water.

Is his ultimate goal to kill Feng Ruyu?

"Perhaps what he wants is not just Yun Zhongjun's life." Yan Wufu conjectured, "Qingshuang, Feihua, and Baisheng swordsmanship are only second-rate in Taoist swordsmanship, which is enough to cause chaos in Jianchuan, and Yun Zhongjun's Guixu swordsmanship is first-class, and he claims not to pass it on to others, if Yun Zhongjun is killed, the Guixu swordsmanship will be lost, and the Daoist sect will lose a reliance, which is also a great loss."

Speaking of this, Yan Wufu turned to Ruyi: "Because of this, the old man has a strange..."

Ruyi raised his eyebrows indifferently, he was not very interested in his doubts, and added another prescription to drive out the cold in his heart.

But Yan Wufu's next words shocked Ruyi's heart: "This old man was lucky enough to see Guixu swordsmanship, and he also knows Yun Zhongjun's temperament. He did not pass it on at all. However, I think Ruyi layman's Saha swordsmanship has the spirit of 'Return to the Market'. The old man wants to ask, why did he pass on the key points of the Guixu swordsmanship to you, a Buddhist?"